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[revivingruin]

Who: Ritsuka omoidezukuri, Kadaj revivingruin, and possibly Yazoo velveteen-shaft
What: It's the start of a series of murders. And poor Ritsuka is Kadaj's first target.
Where: An alley in the food//shopping area.
When: Tonight.

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[revivingruin]

It was then that Kadaj caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Something flickered. He looked in that direction, catching a shadow. There. Small, scrawny, and they wore some sort of weird hat. But that didn't matter. They would make the perfect first target.

Silently, Kadaj stalked after the boy at a safe distance. It was then that he realize, that it had been no hat, but ears and a tail. Ha. What a freak. Even if they were abnormal, they seemed to add to his innocence. Kadaj commended his choice once again; this kid would look very tragic dead.

It was then his murderer chose to speed up, and just like that he was in front of the child, and he wouldn't bother to hide that crazed smile, or attempt the small talk, Souba unstained and gleaming just for him. Just for Ritsuka.

"I do not know you. And likely, you do not know me..." His voice was soft, even gentle, with a sweet smile to finish it, but strained and just as unstable as the rest of him. He dipped his head, raising the twin blades a little higher, as he gave him an offer. One of the only two he would give him before he died, cutting away at him, one at a time. The ears and tail were meant to be destroyed, because beautiful things usually were, but he had no time for that right now.

"So, if you would like to say your name, by all means. I'll give you mine in return."

He waited.

[omoidezukuri]

Ritsuka gasped in shock as Kadaj appeared, seemingly from nowhere, aiming a double bladed sword directly at Ritsuka's throat. He stumbled backwards, ears flattening against his head, violet eyes wide.

"What are you talking about? What do you-" Ritsuka held his bag of groceries tighter, his voice strained in confusion. He stifled his questions, though, sense rushing back to him even as his chest clenched in fear. Logical argument would not help his case. Money. The man probably wanted money. Ritsuka would comply with his wishes, do anything as long as it meant getting out there alive.

"Aoyagi Ritsuka," he answered, his voice trembling despite his best efforts to control it.

[revivingruin]

"What do I..." Kadaj mimicked, in an ill disguised lighthearted tone. The smile had faded into a cold stare the hand with the weapon shaking and betraying his delight. An unusual name for an unusual human. It fit. No matter.

If fear could be felt, then Kadaj would have practically been drenched in Ritsuka's. Instead, he was intoxicated by the mere knowledge. His pupils narrowed, looking up and down his target, before he slowly began to approach. "Ritsuka," he murmured, almost sane for that one second while he replied. "I am called Kadaj."

With that, he lifted up his right hand into a fist, curving it straight at Ritsuka's face. "Down."

let's say Kadaj is holding the sword in his right hand

[omoidezukuri]

Kadaj was not a thief. The manic gleam in his eyes, the soft strain of leather as he curled his gloved hand, the tone of voice bleeding mockery into reverential command, none of them betrayed any hint of sanity, any intention of committing a logical crime. This was wrong; every muscle in Ritsuka's body tensed, his breath quickening, his body responding physically before he could mentally grasp what about this man was making him so terrified.

He crouched, slowly, planting his feet, keeping his eyes fixed on Kadaj's unfathomable expression. Kadaj took a step forward and Ritsuka threw the grocery bag as hard at he could at his face, lunging to Kadaj's left as he exploded into a panicked sprint. Ritsuka didn't even care how stupid it was, how suicidal he might be to try and escape, but he couldn't fight, not without Soubi - Soubi would be so angry to know he had gone out alone, that he had thought that just because he could take care of himself in his own neighborhood, he was immune to the dangers of this unknown world, and Seimei, Seimei would be so disappointed Ritsuka had done something so foolish, and he had wasted the groceries entirely, why did he think nothing like this would happen, why wasn't Soubi coming to help him - and so Ritsuka kept running, desperately hoping he had bought himself some time.

Well, Kadaj is left-handed. Hence why I used the right-hand fist thing. :x

[revivingruin]

There was a soft, dispassionate sigh as Ritsuka began running. Kadaj counted to ten, letting him. It didn't matter. He wouldn't get far, no matter how much longer Kadaj waited. He didn't mind playing for a bit.

"Three..."

Most would have thought he was crazy. And Kadaj was, not that you'd ever hear those words from his mouth. Had he been a normal man, catching up to Ritsuka by now would have been too hard. But the remnant was anything but normal.

"Two..."

He was not crazy. These people, all of them, but especially the Turks and those 'heroes' deserved this.

"One!"

Kadaj began sprinting, and it was only a matter of a few seconds before he caught up. He flipped himself up, landing in front of him once again. It was a simple trick, but effective. "Why are you running? You don't even know what my business is yet. Do you want to know? Would you like me to tell you? Or would you rather me show you?!" As he spoke, bright eyes wide and crazed with something so much more dangerous, he brought the blunt hilt of the weapon out and at Ritsuka's chest.

"A message... And you should be glad. I'm making you something much more important than you'd ever be alive. But don't worry. You're one of many."

Pretend I said "right" ;;;;

[omoidezukuri]

Ritsuka bit back a cry as Kadaj appeared in front of him as effortlessly as before. He didn't know why, why Kadaj was doing this, and why he was doing it to him; nothing Kadaj said made any sense, but it frightened Ritsuka to his core.

There was a sharp crack as Kadaj jabbed the hilt of his sword against Ritsuka's chest, and Ritsuka staggered backwards, coughing breathlessly.

"A message?" he whispered between heavy gasps.

*hugs* ;;

[revivingruin]

Kadaj grinned at that pleasant crack. There was hardly anything more he enjoyed than to destroy people. Almost nothing else gave him the same thrill.

"Yeah, a message. I'm tired of being stuck here, without Mother, while everyone else laughs of me. I'm tired of it! And I'm going to show everyone that I'm not all talk," He hissed, eyes narrowed in hatred. At this boy, at everyone. "I'm not harmless. And you're proof of that."

He was about to lift up Souba. Maybe cut him a few times before the killing blow. But he paused, nodding at the ears. "Tell me before you die. Where did you get those?" And he sliced across, at Ritsuka's arm. If it did connect, it would be enough to hurt like hell, but nothing that would create permanent damage.

[omoidezukuri]

Ritsuka did cry out this time, as the sword slashed his arm. Pain was nothing new to him, but he had always been able to make sense of it before. His mother would hurt him because he had stolen her real son. The pain of the spell battles was slightly less explicable, but only because no one would tell Ritsuka the truth as to their meaning. There was meaning to the spell battles, though; in contrast, nothing of Kadaj's violence spoke of reason, and Ritsuka felt the pain of it all the more acutely.

Cradling his bleeding arm, Ritsuka shut his eyes. He didn't want to see any of this, didn't want to see Kadaj's eyes boring into him, his wide, frightening grin. Ritsuka didn't want to run anymore; in the same way he would resign himself to his mother's beatings, he stopped fighting, stopped trying to understand.

Don't do anything to provoke him. Just stand there, and maybe he'll kill you quickly.

In a quiet monotone, his head bowed, Ritsuka replied, "I was born with them. In my world, they're a sign I'm still a child."

[revivingruin]

Where once there had been only the bright metallic sheen of Souba, was now stained with Ritsuka's blood. Staring at it, there was a little dangerous spark in Kadaj's eye that hadn't been there before. He loved hurting people, that was obvious. What intrigued him was why the weak child had hardly reacted. Perhaps he was broken already. Too bad. He couldn't play for long.

"So you lose them at a certain age," Kadaj stated, disinterested and not getting it at all. "Well, you should be glad you are. Because I could make this so much worse." And he could. He could have carved a deep gash all the way up the middle of his body. He could have crushed every single bone, saving the skull and neck for last. He could have ripped away the skin of his face, waited a few moments, and then ended it. Kadaj easily could, if he wanted. There was a flicker of silver, stray drops of blood flinging into the air as he went for another cut, this one aimed on Ritsuka's cheek, close to the eye. And then he tried for the other. If he couldn't get him to cry, he would at least make some sick illusion of it.

[omoidezukuri]

Shaking visibly, Ritsuka stood in the dim circle of light from the overhead streetlamp, wincing with each cut Kadaj made on his face. He couldn't think, could barely breathe, each second weighed down with dread, but Ritsuka wasn't sure if he was more scared of death or torture. If he had known Kadaj's thoughts, surely he would have wished it all to be over with in an instant, but the idea would still have terrified him. What would happen when he died? Would he just vanish, not even knowing he had existed? Ritsuka had thought over these questions every day, though the death he had always anticipated was one of consciousness, not a physical reality. The real Ritsuka's body was youthful and healthy; the only concern this temporary inhabitant had was of his own existence being randomly obliterated.

His mother hurt him, yes, but never enough to kill him. He could always talk her away from the point of murder with apologies, pleas, always clung to the hope that she wouldn't run the risk of losing her Ritsuka, even though he hadn't been her Ritsuka for two years now.

But Kadaj was going to kill him, he had said so himself, his words absolute, unquestioning.

Ritsuka knew that any moment, Kadaj was going to kill him.

He couldn't understand any of it, couldn't begin to comprehend how this final, vicious decision had been made for him, couldn't accept that he had to face all of his concerns about the future right now. On this street, on this night. He couldn't cope with this, and so his heart went numb. He wouldn't feel anything.

Despite his determination to shut himself off, to avoid facing the raw pain of his situation, tears began to roll down Ritsuka's cheeks, diluting the trickles of blood to a watery, translucent red.

[revivingruin]

Good, he was shaking. Ritsuka was supposed to be afraid. The idea of it, and actually seeing it had Kadaj's very being filled with excitement, ecstasy. He too was shaking, but not in fear, rather adrenaline. "This is just too good!" He beamed, since it seemed safe enough he began to pace in front of him a little. If he didn't, he may have just taken him out right then. It just kept getting better, didn't it? Things were finally in his favor.

And then, the tears. Those were what he was looking for.

"I guess there was something there." Something that hardly mattered to the remnant. Carbon-copied emotions, they were all the same, even if situations weren't. But in the end, their origin was the same. Selfish, petty. They disgusted him.

A sneer marring his features, he directed that disgust with a swift kick to his ribs, and Kadaj held up those blades, a few drops of blood landing at his feet before aiming the weapon at his heart. It would be a quick death. And, it wouldn't be gruesome.

"I hate all of you," he hissed with a hatred that threatened to overcome him, eyes narrowed darkly. And then, attempting to strike and pierce that little broken heart, he wanted to until it shattered permanently.

Humans were best broken.

[omoidezukuri]

Ritsuka tried to scream as Kadaj drove the sword into his chest, but he choked instead, blood filling his throat. He had never experienced pain like this, exploding with white hot fury in every nerve; his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees, the sword lodged in his chest. There was a small noise as he fell, plastic clattering against pavement, and as he slumped over, desperately trying to breathe, he noticed what it was. The communicator.

In a thick voice that hardly sounded like his own, Ritsuka rasped, "Soubi..."

He could barely get one word out when the pain seized his body again, shallow, helpless gasps preventing him from forming words. He was running out of time, he had to try-

"... help..."

Kadaj yanked the sword from Ritsuka's chest, and Ritsuka collapsed to the ground with a soft whimper of pain, trying to speak, even as the blood poured from his chest.

"Please..."

Was this the moment he was destined for? Wasn't this what he had tried time and again to fight against? Was that name, Loveless, responsible for this? For the fact that he was going to die, alone and in agony? Was that what kept Soubi at bay? He couldn't give in, he couldn't leave everyone, not until he was sure they wouldn't-

"Please don't... forget me."