MONSTER.

He cradles his hand against his chest, holding it there for fear if he lets it go she just might surge forward expecting a second course from his wrist. His legs tremble to the point they’re nearly clacking together and yet still an unseen weight keeps his feet from moving. I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die here. As weak as he is and as malnourished his body has been since the day he was born, there isn’t a shred of hope left for him.

Her snide remark pierces his eardrums. However, he doesn’t hear it in her sickly sweet coo, but in the BOOM of his father’s taunting. Dry ice replaces the blood in his veins.

This is it. – Or so he thinks.

But then the ground beneath him is quaking, the building’s walls hissing while their windows clatter to the ground in nothing but shards of unforgiving glass. From there, he isn’t sure what happens because the next thing he knows, he’s running as fast as he can past the railroad tracks to god knows where.

Liquid scarlet drips from his hands and pools where his jeans had been torn. Based on the fragments of glass protruding from his skin, he can only assume he’d seized the opportunity the earthquake had so conveniently given him and clambered out the nearest had-been window. Pain sears him from head to toe, urging him to give up. Albeit, he pushes himself on.

For what reason, he doesn’t know.

Hide. That’s all he can do. He can’t go back to the apartment; not yet. Not until he’s sure he’s lost her – even then, he can’t say it’s safe for Ed and Al.

Ed.

❛ E-E–dw–ard—- ❜ Nails biting into his wounded palms, he does his best to force down to his snivels and sobs. There’s no time to cry; he has to move.

He has to get HOME.

#dxsgusting #ic #long post

There is nothing by the door but dust and fallen plaster. Rize straightens and brushes off her skirt. She’s taking her time--she can afford to. There’s no way Kichiro will escape her; she can smell the blood slicking his palms and taste the fear swimming in his veins.

After Rize has wrapped her dainty fingers around the doorknob, she pulls it. And then she steps out of the way. The door squeaks before toppling over, landing with a bang! on the floor. Rize rolls her eyes, steps over it, and walks through the doorway.

The streetlights have turned on. They illuminate the road eerily. Rize looks up and down the street, sniffing the air. A grin stretches across her lips when she picks up Kichiro’s scent. “Found you,” she says. Her kagune curls around her while she runs down the road. “I simply adore this part of the game! I hope you’re having as much fun as I am, Kichiro-kun~”

Once Rize reaches the train tracks, she skids to a halt. “Come out, come out wherever you are...” A trail of blood mars the tracks. In the distance, a train horn blares, but she pays it no mind. “It’s not polite to tease a lady like this, you know...”

Skipping along the tracks, she looks from left to right. “I wonder if Edward-kun’s fear will be as tasty as yours. What do you think?” She grins evilly. “Oh... does that make you mad? Are you angry with me, Kichiro-kun? I’m so sorry--I hope you’ll forgive me...”

Rize spots a pile of boxes. They look like the perfect hiding place for someone of Kichiro’s size. But before she can hop over to them, the tracks beneath her feet start to rumble. A blinding bright light shines in her face. And the train horn she had heard earlier screams in her ear.

Rize’s eyes widen. She stumbles off the tracks, but trips. Her legs catch under the wheels of the engine, and are torn to shreds. Rize screams in agony; her blood is pooling under her, spraying around her, and staining her dress red.

Digging her nails into the dirt, she drags herself away from the tracks, panting. Her breath clouds in the cold air. She’s shaking all over. Kichiro is the furthest thing from her mind--she has to stop the bleeding. Sparks arc across her shattered legs, starting her regeneration.

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Arrietty follows Rize’s gaze to the pile of bodies across the room. Her eyes widen, and she feels herself begin to shake. What if this lady is going to kill her? What would Mother and Father do? They’d be absolutely destroyed. She looks up at Rize, still shivering. “…I didn’t come in over there.” She pauses, fingering the pin jabbed through her dress nervously, though it’s not like she can do anything with it against a human. Although she feels that she shouldn’t reveal this, she replies, “M-My name is Arrietty.”

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“Aw, are you scared? I can see you trembling.” Rize’s smile turns sharp. “But.... whose fault is it that you ended up here at all? Destiny? I don’t believe in such a thing. You came here yourself, of your own free will. So, it’s no one’s fault but your own.” She pats Arrietty’s head with her fingertip. “You have a pretty name. I would protect it, if I were you.

“Oh, by the way... you can stop shaking now. I’m not going to kill you--I don’t like bony treats, and that’s all you are.” Rize walks over to the other side of the room. And, after grabbing a bird cage, she shoves Arrietty into it. “I think it’d be a waste to just let you go, though. Because... you’re special. That much, I can tell.” Turning away, Rize grabs the smallest book in her collection. And then she drops it in the cage with Arrietty. “I hope you like reading, Miss Arrietty.”

#borrowerr #ic

Arrietty considers whether or not she should try to run. She looks up at Rize, cowering a little. Who knows what this woman could do to her if she decided to dislike her? “Um…” she murmurs, trying not to look up at Rize, finding the way she’s looking at her a little disturbing. “…well, I guess that was the point.” She had been hiding, after all, among the dolls.

Rize tuts. “I hardly get any visitors these days, you know. I’m afraid I don’t know how to handle them anymore.” She side-eyes the pile of dead bodies in the corner of the room. “I hope you didn’t come in over there. I haven’t cleaned in a while, ahah. I’ve been meaning to, but I keep getting distracted...” Shrugging, she asks, “So... what’s your name, hm? Mine is Rize. Rize Kamishiro.”

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“Well, aren’t you a funny little thing.” Rize picks up Arrietty. Holding her at eye-level, she asks, “Do you know how well you had me fooled?” She smiles sweetly. “I thought you were a toy, Miss Small. But then I saw you move, and I knew you were no ordinary doll...”

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Howl turns back to look at her, and, hoping that she’s dead and finding that she’s not, he sucks in a breath. The sword is lying on the roof, and it’s not in her chest anymore. The panic grows worse.

She’s regenerating. He’s terrified. He finds his whole body shaking, and he tries to get his legs working again. They’re still working alright, and he hops from roof to roof, moving as fast as he can go.

Howl looks back over his shoulder, and he sees Rize, chasing him. He’s starting to get light-headed. He hadn’t noticed how much blood he’d been losing, but he’s lost a lot. His shirt is soaked with it.

He’s running out of breath, and out of blood. The only thing he can do now is transform. He stops, and his coat starts changing color, and form, merging with his body. Scaly feathers grow out of his arms, and his face, and, in a matter of seconds, his whole body is growing, changing, into a huge, hideous, black bird.

Wings break out from the back of his shirt, and he flaps them, air building up under him as he takes off. Suddenly, he’s up in the air, as high as he can get himself. He starts off toward his castle, hoping that she won’t follow all the way there.

Howl’s trembling lights Rize’s blood on fire. It stretches her grin across her face. And it rips a cacophony of cackles from her throat. “Ohhh, is the great wizard Pendragon afraid? Is he scared of lil ol’ me?” Rize hops from one roof to the neck, gaining on Howl. “My, that certainly is troubling! Why don’t I relieve you of that fear? It’ll only take a second...” Her grin turns wolfish. “...and it’ll only hurt a lot!”

When Howl’s coat grows feathers, Rize’s raises an eyebrow. What is he doing? she wonders. But once wings sprout out of his back, she wonders no more. “That’s cute,” she says. “Little bird, little bird~ ♫ Do you really thing you can fly away from me--?” Catapulting herself off the roof, she stretches her hands out towards Howl. But her nails only graze his feet--they do not catch them.

And then she’s falling. Rize scowls. After she has landed on the roof, and the subsequent bang! has faded, she looks up at the sky. Howl is too far up for her to reach. But she’ll be damned if she lets him get away this easily. Her feet pound against the bricks of the roofs. Her breath shudders in her chest. And her eyes turn to slits. “Mine,” she hisses. “Mine, mine, mine!”

But before she knows it, she’s standing on the edge of the final roof. On the street below, people are gathered; they’re bustling and chatting. Rize’s stomach growls. But there are too many of them--she’s outnumbered a thousand to one. And, on top of that, she can see the head of a ghoul investigator. Damn, she thinks. And then she sits down on the edge of the roof and waves goodbye to Howl.

“You got lucky this time, Mr. Pendragon! Don’t forget that.”

Howl feels panic starting to set in. He feels like a stuffed toy in the arms of a child, being squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed until he feels like he may really pop. He’s terrified, and it’s starting to show, his hands shaking.

Fear? He’s showing fear? How unlike him. His pride all but shatters.

When her grip loosens, Howl takes the opportunity to throw the sword, his aim uncannily, almost magically, accurate, right into the center of her chest. Still holding his breath, he puts as much distance between him and her as he can, jumping backward onto the farthest roof he can reach. His magic is weaker now, just as he is, and he’s panting. He doesn’t have any time to waste, no time to catch his breath. But he can’t go very far. Not yet. He’s shaking too hard now.

“I don’t think so.”

Howl’s face is scrunched up in pain--in fear--and Rize is grinning like the Devil. “It’s not often I’m faced with a challenge, you know.” She takes a step forward. “But I guess it’s only fair for you to meet mine with one of your own!” Running, she raises her claws and slashes at his face--

--but Howl chucks his sword at her before she can. Rize freezes in place. She looks down. And then she raises her shaking hands to the sword embedded in her chest. “O-Oh...” White-hot pain erupts across the injury, searing her from her toes to her nose. Rize crumples to her knees, hacking up wad after wad of blood.

“Well played, Mr. Pendragon.” Red runs down the front of her blouse. “But is it enough?” Sparks race across her chest. She pulls out the sword and tosses it to the side. It clatters against the rooftop. Rize’s regeneration begins, and she stands up with shaky knees.

“I’ll tear out your intestines... and then I’ll string them around your neck!” She laughs as she starts to run, stumbling, towards Howl.

“Oh, but of course I did. It’s not like I was going to let you eat me.” But, it seems that he’s waited too long to run away; he’s been caught. As she races across the rooftop, he backs away, just about to jump when the kagune gets him. “Uh-oh,” he says, almost sarcastically, but when it digs into his skin, he inhales sharply.

Has he really been caught? Is he really going to die?

It seems that he’s in a bit of a pinch. He puts an arm out to his side, and summons up a sword out of thin air. “I don’t think so.” He brings it down hard on the kagune, hoping to cut it, but when it doesn’t budge, all he can hope for is that she’ll flinch.

Rize’s grip does not falter. In fact, it gets tighter. And tighter. And tighter. “I hope you pop like a bubble,” she says. “Your insides splattered everywhere... yes, that’s what I want to see the most!” However, before she can squeeze him any more, Howl summons a sword out of thin air. Rize’s eyes widen. She stares at the sword in awe. “Ah, so that is magic? How wonderful!”

She doesn’t expect him to try and cut her kagune. It is strong--it will not break. And so Rize flinches; the steel of the blade burns her weapon when it crashes against it. Her grip loosens around Howl. But, still...

“I’ve caught you~!”

“Oh, but aren’t we? I never agreed to any games in the first place.” Howl puts up his arm, hand out and fingers curved like claws. He brings the shingles of the roof below them up, in a rope-like formation and, quickly, he has them tied around one of her arms, and then, soon after that, the other.

“I must say, you’re a fiesty one. But I don’t plan to get eaten today.” He jumps backward, onto the next roof, and then he turns to face her. “Sorry, Ms. Kamishiro. You’re going to have to find another meal.”

The shingles tie around her arms and grate against her flesh. Rize struggles, but the shingles don’t like that. Tears appear in her skin, and blood stains the rooftop. “How unpleasant,” Rize snarls. “You say you never agreed to any games, but you played along, didn’t you? That sounds like agreeing to me, Mr. Pendragon.”

Her kagune hooks its claws under the shingles Heaving up, they shatter the bonds. Rize grins. “That’s more like it...” She races across the rooftop and then takes a flying leap from one to the other. After she has skid to a halt, she whips her kagune out. Like a lasso, it ties around Howl’s middle before digging into his flesh. “You have just the right amount of fat on you,” Rize says. “Ah, I can’t wait to sink my teeth into it! Because... I want to see if! It! Tastes! Magical!”

“I suppose you could assume that, but it seems not.” Howl smirks, feeling a little proud that he’s damaged her pride. And, when she reveals what she is, her kagune exploding from her back, he reacts only barely, showing no fear as none is there. “Ah, I see. How interesting.” He jumps from a standing position up onto the nearest rooftop. “Well then. That’s all I needed to know.”

“Not so fast! We’re not done playing yet.” Rize slams the arms of her kagune down on the ground. After shooting into the air, she joins Howl on the rooftop. “I won’t be deprived,” she says. Her mouth is watering. “I won’t let you slip away! Not when you’re such a rare dish.”

Swaying back and forth, Rize bares her teeth. “I’m going to scramble up your insides, and then I’m gonna to slurp them up! Ahah~!”

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Howl frowns now, beginning to get frustrated. He’s not all too familiar with most mythical creatures, as he’s never believed much in them, and he can’t come up with one that starts with G. The only thing he can come up with is… “Gargoyle, I suppose? I have no clue, otherwise.”

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“A gargoyle? Come on, Mr. Pendragon. Surely you can do better than that.” She sneers. Even though Howl is obviously an idiot with no brain, her pride is still wounded. “Well, I suppose a deal is a deal. I’m not a ghost, or a gargoyle. And I’m not a goblin, either. Do you know what that leaves?” Her kagune explodes out of her back. “...A ghoul!”

#jcnkins #ic #LOL

Whose fault is it that things ended up like this? Coincidence? An accident? Fate? There's no such thing as fate. It's simply a combination of one circumstance and the next. And who is it that creates those circumstances? Who is it?

It's you.

come-rika

#musing ;;#*

The door refuses to budge – whether that be because of something she’d done or due to how violently his hands are shaking, he can’t tell. Regardless, he doesn’t have much time to mull it over for, within seconds, she’s rocketed across the room and sunk her teeth into his wrist.

This isn’t happening. There’s no way–

But the pain is all too real; the blood pouring from him much too warm. Yet his feet remain dormant, cemented to the ground. Not now. I have to do SOMETHING!

What little colour that had lingered in his face drains away.

‘Other boy?’

No.

Desperation taking hold, he swiftly pulls his leg back before letting it shoot up to nail her square below the chin. ❛ Fuck off already, would you!? ❜ Whatever game she thinks she’s playing, he’s done. He doesn’t want any part of it.

‘It’s okay to be scared.’

The phrase relays over and over in the voice of the one person who continues to waste their breath on him. Tears trickle down his cheeks, sobs clogging his throat.

I’m scared, Edward. I’m really, really scared…

Rize dives in for another munch at Kichiro’s arm, but before she can sink her teeth into his flesh, his foot slams into her chin. She stumbles back, eyes wide. He dares to lay a hand on her? Does he not know who she is? Snarling, she wipes the blood off her chin and stalks forward again. Her cheery facade slides back into place. A grin tugs at her lips. And a sing- song lilt plays at the end of her words.

“Uh-oh. Looks like someone’s a little feisty.” She laughs at his tears. Her eyes turned crazed as she chides, “Aw, do you need a tissue--?”

Suddenly, tremors wrack the ground. Rize narrows her eyes and glares at the floor, but it does not stop shaking. The windows burst. Glass showers over everything, and Rize raises her hands to cover her face. The shards cut into her arms and she falls to her knees. Her kagune curls around her like a cocoon, protecting her from the plaster falling off the ceiling.

When the earthquake ends, Rize stands up. Brushing off her skirt, she raises one dainty finger to the sky and flips off Mother Nature. “I hate being interrupted while I’m eating,” she says. And then, she turns towards the door. “Now... where were we...?”

#dxsgusting #ic

Brows knit tight, Kichiro turns around to face his company, dumbfounded. He can hear her, but nothing she says makes sense; like she’s speaking a different language entirely. The apartment? Following him? Does she know what room?

What if she goes after Ed next?

The latter thought is what troubles him most. Heart frozen over, ❛ H-Hey… ❜ Quit fuckin’ around, clings to the end of his tongue. What’s he supposed to do? He isn’t an alchemist or a magician. He isn’t some superhero – he’s utterly defenseless.

His hands tremble, Fear spiking his bloodstream with undiluted adrenaline. How he manages to jump out of the way is beyond him, but he doesn’t give himself the time to mull it over. Instead, he dashes for the door, his pulse near deafening.

Why am I trying? It doesn’t matter if I DIE. No one’ll come looking.

Why am I trying?

Rize misses her mark and slams into the wall. Dragging her hands down the chipping paint, she says, “Oh, I like you. You have some spunk.” After she has pushed herself off of the wall, she spins around on her heel. Her lip, bloody from the impact with the plaster, burns. She licks it. “Please don’t die quickly, okay? I don’t want this fun to end!”

Shooting forward, she crosses the room in a second. And then she grabs Kichiro’s wrist before biting into it. Red stains her teeth and iron fills her mouth. Once she pulls away, she laps up the blood staining her palm like a dog drinking from a water bowl. “美味し。。。” Her grin turns maniacal. “Ah, I was looking forward to this! The fear on your face, and that pulse in your ears--they’re lovely!

“I wonder if that other boy I saw will be the same way~? What do you think, huh?”

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His heart takes a dive into a soup bowl of disappointment. It isn’t his favourite dish, but it’ll do. ( At least he isn’t paying for it. )

With a courteous dip of the head, he moves through the open door.❛ Meh. I mean, I guess. Don’t people who own food shops wanna take care of their customers? I’m sure if you’d ask– ❜ Wait. A foreboding confusion churns in his gut. There’s nothing here: no paintings, no people, no pot of boiling ramen.

❛ Uh… Where’s the…? ❜