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I think it's time for an adventure~

Aug 21, 2008 01:01

Day: 001
Characters: Anyone, two_inside_one for sure.
Summary: SHOWER TIEMZ
Day/Night: ANYTIME.
Status: Open to anyone :3

( Adventure into the Shower )

† ash lynx, † eiji okumura, † naruto uzumaki, † lloyd asplund, † subaru sumeragi, † muraki kazutaka, #place: patient block: showers, † reeve tuesti, † komui li, † mitsuru kirijo, † winters sokaro, † takasugi shinsuke

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cut_em_open August 22 2008, 13:57:59 UTC

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There was no need to run after the fleeing man, but Shira sped up his steps anyway as he chased Magatsu from the hall into the showers. This was obviously a dead end, and in Shira's eyes, Magatsu had given in to panic and run. But he would not allow him enough time to prepare a surprise attack or find a weapon. A blunt kick opened the door to the showers, making sure that anybody hiding behind the door - accidentally or on purpose - would face a painful surprise.

A cloud of wet, hot air greeted Shira when he rushed into the room, blood running down his face torn ear, dripping down his hair from the wound on the back of his head, hands and arms bruised and eyes mad with rage. In the damp air of the room, it took mere moments until his already blood-stained kimono was clinging wetly to his shoulders. If he had been less focused, he would have been confused about the room with water coming out of the walls, the naked people there, and whatever the hell kind of bathhouse this was supposed to be, but for now, his ( ... )

subtilise August 23 2008, 01:41:07 UTC

Magatsu knew Shira would follow him. He was taking the role of prey, and Shira couldn't resist being a predator. However, Magatsu had no plans to let himself be cornered like a desperate animal. He had been a victim in his past life, and he wasn't keen on reliving it. Fighting nail and tooth to the end, that was how he wanted to go- not crying for mercy, or committing seipuku like a samurai coward ( ... )

cut_em_open August 23 2008, 01:56:47 UTC

The pain let Shira see stars for a moment, and it wasn't done with that. Magatsu's hands let his lips burst open against his teeth and crushed his nose, shooting a stinging pain through his face and head, battered nerves letting tears rise in his eyes in reflex. He almost choked on the blood running into his mouth and throat from the torn vessels in his nose. But this wasn't his greatest worry right now. No, if it continued like this, he was finished.

He couldn't die like this here, he couldn't give up so easily, to a punk like Magatsu Taito. He was in no condition to simply throw another man off him after the beating, but pain and rage and despair were a last resort of strength. He took the hit, although the blow let stars dance in front of his eyes again and his vision blacked out for an instant. It wasn't like he could feel much anymore anyway. But the moment he recovered, his hand shot up to grasp Magatsu's wrist, pulling hard. With a snarl of pure, primitive rage, he brought his torso up from the ground, mere inches, but enough ( ... )

subtilise August 23 2008, 02:44:05 UTC

He had seen Shira's eyes go blank a moment, seen his movement falter- Magatsu had been so sure the man was finally losing consciousness.
He was so close. So close to avenging O-Ren, so close to finally ENDING Shira, so close to victory he could taste it as clearly as the blood in his mouth ( ... )

cut_em_open August 23 2008, 02:58:08 UTC

There were no words or screams or curses to express the pain that exploded in Shira's body in this instant, although he would have been lying if he had said he had never felt worse - skinning and cutting off the flesh from the bones of his arm had definitely felt worse. Still, he was angry. Clearer again than before, now that he was out of immediate danger, but with a searing anger building up quickly inside him. Fighting dirty or not, it was embarrassing to fall for a trick like this ( ... )

pleasuresinpain August 23 2008, 03:22:10 UTC

Quieter than one might expect of a man of Sokaro's stature, the once-General crossed the shower room in but three strides, an obscene grin on his face as he drew near. Without missing a single beat, he reached out with his long arms and seized both combatants by the backs of their skulls with each of his hands. His grip clamped down so tight that he seemed just shy of cracking them open like hard boiled eggs, tearing them from each other before lifting them clear off the ground ( ... )

subtilise August 23 2008, 03:48:14 UTC

Magatsu couldn't help but cry out in pain as his forearm was snapped in two, the jolt of pain so strong he nearly threw up the meager contents of his stomach. A little bit of the Asylum's food, and a lot of Shira's blood.
The room spinning, he had been about to struggle to his feet when Sokaro grabbed him forcefully- hauling the young Kenshi off the ground.

Despite the pain, despite his exhaustion- Magatsu was enraged by the huge man's interference. Couldn't he see this was a fight between two men, and not his business? If the Grand Turk had been in his possession, he would of sliced Sokaro in two.

"This is none of your con-" His voice died in his throat as he was drawn closer to Sokaro, and a thick tongue slid across his bloody and strained face. Magatsu was overwhelmed with disgust and fear- his slender body shaking. There was something else too, that made his blood run cold- and his pupils dialate so large they completely blacked out his irises.

Helplessness. He hated it. Without warning, he swung a dangling leg as high as he ( ... )

pleasuresinpain August 23 2008, 05:02:05 UTC

"God DAMNIT," Sokaro swore viciously as the barely closed lacerations on his cheek were torn open again. Twice now today, clawed right in the face and it was barely past breakfast. Pain was great, blood was great, fighting was fucking great but getting all scarred up in the one fucking place he had managed to avoid all these motherfucking years because these little bitches wouldn't stop trying to cat fight with him was not.

The first thing Sokaro did was pitch poor, hapless Shira at the nearest pillar on which the shower heads were mounted so that he could try to force an arm around Magatsu's waist to pry him free even as the hand that Magatsu had a vice grip on strained to clamp tightly around Magatsu's throat. He slammed Magatsu into the nearest wall soon as he managed that, being just careful enough not to kill him but not careful enough to promise much more.

"First of all," he snarled, grinding Magatsu back against the wall, "if you're gonna spruce up my morning by raining blood all over me, you take fucking responsibility for ( ... )

subtilise August 23 2008, 05:28:46 UTC

Magatsu choked up fresh blood as his already battered body met solidly with the wall. His insides ached from bleeding, his outsides ached from bleeding- it took too much effort to get his eyes to concentrate on Sokaro's face ( ... )

pleasuresinpain August 23 2008, 05:47:35 UTC

"Shut the fuck up," Sokaro snapped, clamping down on Magatsu's windpipe for good measure. "I already regret getting between this bullshit, but you fuckers don't seem to know good manners and I want a motherfucking shower. I can't stand people like you. Even dogs know when they've lost a fight. You're trash." White eyes scanned Magatsu's body up and down again as Sokaro reevaluated the other's state of health and found that Magatsu was deteriorating rather quickly, and Sokaro wasn't exactly doing much to help.

A sigh left Sokaro's lips, heavy and unimpressed. This fucking conscience thing. It was a pain to have.

But.

All toughness, all violence and sadism and blood lust aside, there was the unfortunate and well-hidden truth that Sokaro had only ever taken exactly one life. Casualties his carelessness fighting Akuma notwithstanding, Sokaro had never been responsible for a death firsthand since then, and now seemed like a poor place to start.

"You're at your limit, kid. Fucking get over yourself and I'll let you go."

cut_em_open August 23 2008, 11:33:44 UTC

Shira didn't know what was happening when he was suddenly grabbed, by a hand that seemed strong enough to crush stones easily and bones even more easily, and lifted up. Eyes held wide open in rage, still staring down at Magatsu, he couldn't do anything but let it happen; the strength in that hand, and his weakened condition, didn't even allow the idea for resistance. For a moment he even thought the feeling of being pulled up with this painful constriction around his head was his consciousness giving in, maybe from a hidden injury in his stomach or head that Magatsu had given him, and that now turned out more severe than the pain had made it seem. But that was not the case. Turning his head slowly when he realised that he was not passing out, eyes still torn open wide with the murderous glare that had been resting on Magatsu until now, he stared at the man holding him, and for the moment could do only that. He had fought against tough bastards before, but that giant - another of those foreigners this place seemed to have in masses - ( ... )

subtilise August 23 2008, 16:28:37 UTC

With Sokaro's fingers wrapped tightly around his throat, it was hard to breathe- never mind speak. Glaring up at the other man, he could only whisper harshly. "Don't tell me what to-"

The young man's eyes widened as he saw Shira's form stagger silently behind Sokaro. Sokaro was the one who had split them up, gotten into their business- but Magatsu begrudgingly saw his point. The man didn't deserve to die, and Magatsu didn't want to be the reason it happened.

"Behind-" A gasp as he struggled to suck air into his lungs, prying at the fingers muting him. "-you!"

pleasuresinpain August 24 2008, 05:38:27 UTC

Catching a glimpse of Shira's shadow on the wall, Sokaro took Magatsu's word for the truth and growled low in his throat as he released his hold on the kid, pulling back his fist before Magatsu had even hit the ground. Gauging Shira's relative position off the cast of his shadow, Sokaro twisted around, throwing his fist in Shira's general direction with all of his might.

"What the FUCK did I say?!"

cut_em_open August 24 2008, 07:21:33 UTC

Shira's hit missed and what greeted him instead of the sight of a staggering Sokaro was a breath-taking pain in his chest and the cracking of bones. The blow was hard enough - easily with the full strength of a gigantic, muscular man like this against his own heavily injured and weakened body - to throw him off his feet, let him slide back on the ground and come to a dead stop when the force behind the attack rolled him on his stomach. He was lying motionless for just a second, head spinning and disorientated before a cracking coughing fit brought his head up sharply, leaning on his forearm with his shoulders raised and his face towards the ground, spraying the floor with red while his fingernails clawed and broke against the tiles. That had definitely broken something inside him.

"Fuckin' bastard," he managed to choke between raspy coughs and swallowing blood. Finally, he lifted his head and stared at Sokaro with surprisingly clear and awake eyes considering his condition, burning with a nameless, purest rage. "Fuckin' bastard, I'm ( ... )

pleasuresinpain August 25 2008, 06:09:39 UTC

"What the fuck is wrong with you kids?" Sokaro managed to ask after a moment or so of blank staring, shaking his head at the sheer sight of Shira. So obviously defeated and quite possibly hurt badly enough to die from it without medical attention and still egging on a man twice his size. "If you're that fucking eager to die, go do it somewhere in a gutter where filth like you belongs. You offend all of my senses trying to threaten me in that pathetic state," he spat at Shira, shifting so that he had Magatsu in his field of vision as well. After the cheap shot Shira had just pulled, Sokaro didn't trust the other one not to do something stupid and end up a smear of blood and shattered bones against the shower room wall ( ... )

twisteddoctor August 26 2008, 00:42:56 UTC

It was not surprising really, that the chaos created by the pair had caught the attention of the one of the doctors. Whether it was fortunate that said doctor was Muraki Kazutaka remained to be seen ( ... )

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