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kurenagi:

Listening to how he described his battles, she could relate. It was as if they were meant to somehow meet, so that she could meet those from different villages.

“You are right, I feel like I might as well jump right out of my skin from the uneasiness…”

Folding her arms just beneath her chest, almost upset that there was someone to relate to. In that case, would that mean the possibility of onis being around, transported just as she and he were?

“Perhaps, but have you not learned self-control at all before? If that’s the case you may need some training then… But that depends. Some of us are a little more jumpy than others. Which village are you from?”

It seemed she understood somewhat of his plight, and would relax slightly, only to look rather spooked at her words. Not learning self control? Well...he had self control, but there were points of no return for him. If pushed enough, he would snap. It was inevitable, and the fear in his gaze as he backed up a step proved that. 

     “...I do know self control. I just have...instincts. There is a part of me that is violent, and while I try to calm myself, and it works most of the time...under certain stimuli I cannot halt it. Being stressed like this is one of those stimuli.”

     “I hope I do not scare you. I am not...someone that many people should trust, considering how volatile those like me are.”

He’d look away, ashamed of himself. When asked of his village, he would seem somewhat perplexed. 

     “I...can’t remember, but I am from the Sagami Province if that means anything to you. May I ask where you were from?”

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damegatanadayo:

It was, quite frankly, an incredibly irritating experience to wander around and hear murmurs of things like ‘haha, what’s that kid doing here’ way more often than he should. Going off appearances alone, he pretty much did look like a kid by human standards, but he was really hundreds of years old, for god’s sake! And at this point, combining that with the headache that was starting to feel like it was pounding against his skull, he’d just about had enough.

“Heey,” Fudou stops and turns towards the small group of people that’d uttered the most recent comment towards his appearance, since they’d looked harmless enough on passing. Like a bunch of brats who were just trying to be snotty, or something. “You’re really noisy, you know~? Pickin’ on someone who only looks like a kid…”

His eyes narrow a bit, watching the lot as they seem to be mumbling about themselves while giving Fudou the occasional glance that put him on edge. They were up to something, weren’t they? Thankfully he had hitched that wooden sword to his side; his hand hovers over it instinctively as they turn their full attention back to him.

“Ah, really sorry, lil’ buddy. Hey, wanna like, hug it out or somethin’? Promise we’ll make it up to ya.”

The middle one–must be the ringleader or something–spreads his arms out with some awkward-looking smirk, and the one next to him snorts a bit after his words. That’s enough of a red flag, frankly, and he wants absolutely nothing to do with whatever they’re planning.

“Huuuh~? No thanks,” Fudou responds, turning on his heels to go off on his own way again. “Why would I do that? Don’t you people say to little kids, ‘don’t trust strangers,’ or whatev–”

His words get cut off, as do his footsteps, when he’s suddenly jerked backwards, one arm holding him in a vice grip and a familiar sort of cold metal pressed against his neck. He should’ve known it wouldn’t be as easy as walking away, dammit. Why did he think it was a good idea to say something in the first place? 

“Hey, hey, c’mon, kiddo! It’s rude to not listen to yer elders ain’t it? So as punishment, all we’re gonna ask is for your lunch money, got it? If ya just give whatever ya got to us, we won’t leave any kinda cut or anythin’ on you! We clear?”

Oh, wonderful! He’d spent what, a number of hours here? And already something like this was happening. Damn it all–okay. Well, he definitely didn’t have a single coin or anything on him, so that wasn’t going to go well. He’d dealt with bigger enemies before on the battlefield, but he’d had his real blade with him then… would a wooden one even do him any good?

Damn it. Seriously, damn it.

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It’d been a while since he’d seen humans interact. And to think they were just the same, no matter what time they were in. Incorrigible. 

He’d spotted what appeared to be a standoff of some sort, and felt compelled to listen in, keeping himself hidden so not to cause any trouble just yet. 

Masamune had seen this before. He’d experienced it once before, before...he was changed. Skipping grades had put him in similar situations, where the taller would look down upon the shorter. 

The beast’s blood within him would stir, his eyes gleaming with an almost malevolent light as, wooden blade in hand, he would use his agility to seek out the one aiming something at the unfortunate stranger’s neck. 

The only warning of his arrival would be a very quiet voice, just loud enough for the stranger and the one holding him would hear. 

     “You should be careful around here, mister. There are monsters walking the streets, ready to attack once your back is turned.”

With a slash with his wooden sword accompanied by a snarl being ripped from his own throat, his strength had been bolstered momentarily as he’d deal a lot more damage than he would normally do with a wooden blade. Thankfully, it was enough to cause the other to release the stranger, and Masamune would speak to the other in a calm voice. 

     “I don’t suppose you’re incapable of running, are you? Are you unharmed? If you wish to leave this situation, follow me.”

He would only say this once, before he turned his back on the stranger. The others looked...rather pathetic, in his gaze. His body wanted to stay and fight, but his mind wanted to get this stranger to safety. So he would force himself to move, moving with surprising agility to an alley, turning only to gesture to the stranger. 

     “Come. Those fools aren’t worth the effort of fighting. Let’s get out of here.”

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inxquisitor:

@nationsblade // starting point.

♔ | “I’M AFRAID I’VE never quite played shogi before, but it interests me very much. Would you care to explain it to me? Ah, the basics at least, maybe? If it’s not too much trouble for you, that is.”

     “The basics? It’s similar to chess in practice, but the rules itself are completely different. I would he happy to explain--it might take a bit to glean over the general rules, but if you’re patient, I can explain it to you in a way most would be able to understand.”

He was sitting at a table with the board displayed, having taken a well needed break from his studies. [He’d already spent an all nighter and a half studying for his exam, he needed to relax in all honesty.] He would gesture for the other to sit, before speaking again.

     “The object of the game is to capture the opponent's King. Shogi is played on a nine-by-nine board. The vertical rows are called files, the horizontal ones ranks or just rows.”

This said, with a gentle gesture, Masamune would then gesture to the pieces themselves, naming them each as he pointed to them.

     “ Each player has twenty pieces: one King, two Gold Generals, two Silver Generals, two Knights, two Lances, one Rook, one Bishop and nine Pawns.”

With a smile, he would continue.

     “The player moving up the board and making the first move is referred to as black and his opponent white, although in Shogi sets all pieces have the same colour. In this set, they are in black and white--much like how some people view the world, no?”

     “The sets of the same color--They are differentiated only in direction: pieces pointing away from a player are his. The pieces lie flat on the board and have their Japanese name written on them.”

He’d pause--this was indeed a lot to take in. 

     “I’m not going too fast for you, am I? My apologies--speaking of things I enjoy without waiting for a reply. I’ve been terribly selfish. What I’ve told you is the generic frame, but each piece moves differently, if you wish for me to explain that part next.”

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The ‘right’ path.

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stardeityzodiac:

“We have much more in common than I thought, then.”

It was certainly interesting to say the least, that someone who seemed so kind and tame had a monstrosity lurking through their blood that could disrupt his fine way of living at any moment. It only made him more curious. It was like Doctor Gara’s murderous intent, or his destructive tendencies that welled up to the surface. His psychosis state of mind was twisted and malicious as well and he knew there would come a time that carnivorous part of him would surface once again.

“I won’t ask, although I’m quite intrigued by whatever dark sciences were used to change you. But since you’ve agreed to my pact, I’ll agree to yours. I promise I’ll take whatever necessary precautions I have to in order to stop your little rampage then since you’ve given me permission.”

“I have a job currently, but I’ll be getting profit from the business we’re setting up, so I’ll use my earnings from Facet Five to pay you for your work, is that alright? We won’t be opening our doors until you’ve gotten experience and more knowledge under your belt.”

“So let’s get to work, kiddo.”

He was glad the other didn’t pry, it was a fact that warmed him to the core, making him feel as if he were human again. He hadn’t spoken in length to anyone since his surgery, so he was internally giddy. 

     “Thank you for agreeing to my simple request. Perhaps there might come a time where you may find out. If the time arises, I will tell you everything. Until then, I must keep quiet.”

He...was actually happy at this. His smile was soft and kind, an echo of who he used to be before his life had been twisted as it had. 

     “My elemental affinity is toward fire. That makes me strong against those who have an affinity to wind, but...it also makes me weak to the cold. Icewater in a strong enough amount can actually knock me out cold. Doing that might cause health issues, but those are trivial considering once I go berserk, there is no going back for me. That’s the fate of me and all the others like me. Maybe once I learn more...I can find a way to stabilize myself.”

A quiet hum would escape his lips. 

     “I agree to your terms, Doctor Gara-sensei. I will entrust myself into your capable hands, and look forward to learning what there is to learn from such a brilliant mind.”

     “I look forward to working for you, Doctor Gara-sensei!”

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stardeityzodiac:

This was happening.

It was real.

The emotions this caused which registered in Doctor Gara’s brain was foreign and he could only take a guess that he was content and happy that he found someone new who could understand him. His past as a criminal– and by God it felt good to call it his past– would remain under wraps for now but if he learned to trust this one enough, the skeletons would come out of the closet eventually.

He wasn’t fond of being bowed too however, and he grabbed the other by the scruff of his neck and pulled him back up. “There’s no need for that! That’s not something you should ever do, especially to me. If you can’t help it, fine. Guess I’ll have to get used to your… oddball tendencies. So you have a few things in common then… which means you’re not necessarily human. Good. I can trust you much easier.”

“Then you know not to speak to anyone about anything you see here when we’re not in business, if you somehow decide to stick around after hours.”

His… name.

All of this was overpowering and it made him want to take on the one he had abandoned so long ago.

No. I said I wasn’t changing my ways, and I’m not. Besides, that goody-goody little cretin can keep it!

“Doctor Gara… but, one last thing. If you do anything to betray me, even in the slightest, I’ll put you out of your misery. I’ve lived a life of abuse and demeaning treatment and it’s difficult for me to trust others. Don’t you dare do anything to break the trust I’m handing over to you.”

Being dragged back to his feet wasn’t something he was expecting, but to hear the other’s words would be something he would always remember. 

     “It’s an unfortunate effect of the side effect. It also affects my speech when I refer to others--something you would find out soon, Sensei, and you have my apologies in advance if I ever make you uncomfortable.”

     “I know that much--I’d sooner destroy myself than impede you or speak of what goes on here.”

With a chuckle, he’d look away, scratching his cheek.

     “That said, I hope you understand that I cannot tell you much of the surgery I undertook to turn me into this. But I will warn you--I am not as stable as I appear. My sanity may slip one day to the point where you might have no choice but to put me down. I will eventually become nothing more than a wild beast, after all.”

His voice would soften, his expression earnest and truthful. 

     “I can teach you what my weaknesses are in case that ever happens. I...don’t want to hurt anyone, even if they hate me for what I am. And if you are to be my Sensei, that makes your life especially precious.”

Upon hearing the other’s name, his smile would widen slightly, a childish delight written upon his face, his stoic mask dropped altogether and forgotten. 

     “Doctor Gara-sensei! I come from a world where humans are caught by demons, and killed after their free will is drained from them. I will never betray the ones I am designed to protect. If you see fit to put me down at any point, I have no complaints. I won’t betray you while I am still lucid. I vow you this.”

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stardeityzodiac:

Before arriving at his lab, he remembered when the other stated he was studying medicine in the surgeon’s field. Getting called into war before completing his goal was a little sad, to say the least.

He wouldn’t have said it aloud, not yet, though Doctor Gara was considering opening up shop for major injuries and those inflicted with poisons. What else was he supposed to do with his vast knowledge of healing resources and medical procedures, as well as capabilities he couldn’t put to work on Buddy Monsters since none existed here? Not those tied down by human bonds, anyhow.

This was fine even if under heavy consideration, but…

Letting another person rummage around in his belongings? And an absolute stranger, at that.

As he mulled it over, Gara released the heating pad and placed the coolant over it, now letting the skin cool down so that the blood cells could start to heal.

…… Maybe this could be beneficial to me.

“You still retain a bit of the knowledge you’ve learned, right? If you’re looking to have something to do while you’re here, since you don’t have a stupid war to be concerned with… Perhaps I should take you on as an apprentice. I do need help with what I’m planning on, after all.”

“BUT! The second you prove worthless and can’t get better when undergoing studies, I’ll boot your ass outta here so fast your head will spin! I hate people. The thought of letting you crawl around my secret lab makes me disgusted and wanna puke. I also dabble in really horrifying research that’s against the law and if you hinder that, you’re gone. What’s your name?”

There would be a quiet sigh of content as Masamune felt the heat leave, and the coolant applied. His whole frame was relaxed--Masamune had full faith in the other’s actions, and his relaxation would show his trust. His guard was lowered, his eyes halfway closed as he listened. When addressed, he’d glance at the other, giving a nod. 

     “Yes. While most of my human memories are faded, the knowledge of my desired profession remain clear. If you take me in as an apprentice...then...” his voice would trail off, nerves eating away at him. Just the thought of being treated as a human almost made him want to curl up and cry tears of joy. “I would be honored to have you as a Sensei.”

At the warning, Masamune would bow his head. He understood--these rules were far more lenient than what he was used to. At least he wasn’t on the list of Princes to be sent to the Culling, where he would be thrown against clones of himself and forced to kill them to gain strength.

     “My real name no longer exists to me. It was replaced with the name Masamune. I shall do my best to prove my worth, and to assist however possible while avoiding tainting any of your research you may be doing.”

His gaze would fall to the floor, leaning forward slightly in his chair. No, he was actually getting to his knees to bow before the other, the Killium forcing him to accept this stranger as someone above himself. 

     “The surgery I underwent to change me into a monster was not legal. It is looked down on, but it was necessary. If what you’re doing is necessary, I see no issues questioning your research or methods.”

     “Sensei...I promise to obey you. The only question I have is...if I am allowed to ask for your name.”

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minervassoul:

⚽ @nationsblade kickoff!  ⚽

❛ Are you perhaps… another knight? My apologies for assuming if you aren’t.  ❜

     “Ah....I’m far from being a knight. By your saying of ‘another’, am I to assume you are a knight yourself?”

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stardeityzodiac:

The look on his face flattened as he was unable to register the boy’s words as sarcasm or not. If it was something you yourself used often, it started weighing down on you and making you sound stupid… as well as other people.

He decided to look at it as the opposite and took his wrist into his hand to get a better view. “I’m well aware of what Hemophilia is, as well as anemia and other types of vitamin-deficient disorders.”

“Years of researching medical science and becoming a biology specialist gives me infinite knowledge of conditions. So I’m not interested in it, I excel in it.”

With a tender touch, he brushed his thumb over the purpling skin and could quickly tell how tender it was. Gara was a little more than anxious about bringing an utter stranger into his secret lab, but it was the closest spot in the area where most of his utensils sat.

“It’s not necessarily a clinic, nor is it usually open to the public. It doesn’t matter. Come on.”

—-

He found his heating and coolant supplies and allowed the other to take a seat, applying a heat pack to it first. “Pffft. If I decide to open up shop, I have a feeling I might see you often,” he joked, clicking his tongue.

The fact the other held no fear around him had the Killer Prince slightly awed, curiosity sparking in his gaze as he’d observe the other, obediently letting the other do what he wished. 

At the other’s words, he would actually have to hide his enthusiasm, the desire to speak with the other rising the more he learned of the other’s apparent intelligence. It’d been so, so long since he’d spoken to anyone of issues like this and have them understand. 

     “Thankfully, my Hemophilia is only type A, the more common of the three.”

Oh no...the other had years of research...and was a specialist in biology?  

     “I’ve been researching in my own field as well, though I was more focused toward becoming a surgeon. I was, well...I let myself be drafted into a war before I could finish my final exams, however.”

He was holding perfectly still for the other, but he was finding it hard to contain his enthusiasm. He felt a twinge of discomfort at the brush of the other’s thumb over his bruise, but he’d not make a sound. 

     “Ah--understood. I’m coming!”

The place was not bad, and Masamune actually felt comfortable here. He’d take a seat, waiting patiently. Tilting his head to the side at the other’s words, he’d actually let out a snicker. 

     “Well if that’s how it ends up, you won’t be without business. Do you have...any medical texts I could read, by any chance? I might not have my degree, but perhaps I can further my knowledge here. With your permission, of course!”

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stardeityzodiac:

@nationsblade ;

“… Hey, you. Raven haired imbecile.” That was one way to get the attention of someone who seemed to have a rather large bruise on his arm after clambering off the train. Doctor Gara watched several people nick and bang their elbows on the doors on their way out and hardly got a scratch, but this character must not have been having a good day, considering the quick pace that the bruise colored and spread.

“Are you made of thin paper or something? That’s a nasty mark you’ve got. Luckily we’re close to my quarters. You want me to get that all healed up quick for you, or what?”

By the Gods, this was so hard for him. Gara cringed at the thought of reaching out to others first… but he was doing it for the sake of at least trying to change his underhanded ways.

He would never, never give up his research no matter how dark it was, but at the very least he could try to help others again on the surface.

It always interesting to see how others viewed him. An imbecile, however, was relatively new to his ears as he’d let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his head and would glance in the direction of the voice. Did he miss them? Trains were so crowded, but the shock of such green hair was quick to draw his gaze. He’d rolled his sleeves up earlier, feeling uncomfortable in warmer temperatures due to close proximity to other people, and apparently the other had spotted his bruises. 

Tsk, such a pain, but the other’s words weren’t hostile, so he would not reject them. His expression was tentative, but not harsh as he’d think of the words to say. An offer to heal him over a condition he’d always had? That made Masamune’s heart warm, even if but a little. 

     “Well--it’s actually something I was born with. Listening to your words, are you by any chance interested in the field of medicine? Because if so, perhaps the term Hemophilia would answer your initial question.”

He’d pause,  looking at his own elbow and grimacing. He was used to ignoring them, but to have them brought up made them seem all the more off putting. 

     “I...won’t mind if you helped bandage it. It’s been a while since I’ve been in a lab or a clinic of any sort--It would be quite the welcome sight, actually.”

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse —₪ =  asking them out for dinner . 

This was unexpected. That a human would WANT to be near him? Masamune would think the other as some kind of fool, but he wouldn’t say that. He didn’t know how to react. He...should probably be studying, trying to find a way to slow his encroaching madness, but...

     “Me? Why me? I’m not human, and we’ve never met, senpai. But other than that....I don’t know this place well enough to help find a place to eat.”

He’d give a sigh, but he’d look at the other, grimacing as his stomach would growl. He kept forgetting his meals...maybe he should take this guy up on his offer.

     “...If we are going to eat dinner together, I...would rather we start off with introducing ourselves. I...don’t have a real name, but the one I’ve been given is Masamune.”

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     “You know, almost a thousand years ago there was an old saying that I think applies to this.”

     “Fuck this shit I’m out...!”

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The pain, it was sudden, but he didn’t make a sound showing his pain. No, instead, there was a deep snarl from within his chest, bestial and guttural. His stance would shift, and his hands would move to his head, taking deep breaths. He…didn’t need to enrage at this time. There was only one reason he figured a human child would stab him, and the answer would make his chest hurt all the worse. 

His rage faded as swiftly as it came, and instead, the feeling of isolation became clear. His kind…created through surgery by humans, weren’t considered humans themselves, even as they gave up their lives for them. A constant struggle, being looked at in fear and hatred by humans, and now this set in stone his fragile belief. 

     “So this…is how humans view us. Heh…who…would have thought.”

Not once did he make a decision to defend himself. As someone trained in medicine, he knew he had to get treated soon or he’d risk getting dizzy and perhaps even fainting. No, he made no movements other than holding his arms out to the side, even as his whole frame trembled. 

He would never harm a human. Never. 

A strained smile would appear as he looked at the other. 

     “Finish me off, please. If I were allowed to live further, I would turn into a monster…and would most likely try to kill and perhaps devour you. I don’t…want to harm you.”

His voice was small and weak, struggling against the beast’s blood in his veins. 

     “Kill me. I’m not human, so my death…means nothing, right?”

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mother’s day.

Mother’s day. A day that held special meaning to many, and to Masamune, it meant even more. At least, it used to. Back when he was human, he’d celebrate it with his sister, and his parents. Going out to eat at a fancy place, laughing, smiling, all these memories…

Masamune would slump at a table, face buried in his hands to stop the emotions from overwhelming him. It was the fate of all the Killer Princes, after the surgery. He knew that, and tried desperately to fight the side effects. But no…not even a genius could fight the inevitable. 

     “…Dammit…!”

He can’t celebrate it like he used to. It had taken one whole year under the influence of the killium within his body for him to be unable to recall his parents’ faces. He remembered he had parents…but if asked what they looked like, he couldn’t answer. They were only a blur to him. 

His mother…his father…he didn’t even know their names. Not anymore, at any rate. 

The worst part was his sister. His sister, who he cared for so much, even her name was lost to him. As lost as…his own true name. He forgot a little more about them each day, as the fighting grew ever worse. 

His family was falling through his grasp…he wasn’t allowed to see them. He was told they were alive and well whenever he asked, but in the whole year that he’d been a Prince, he hadn’t seen them. And yet Masamune chose to believe the lie that they were indeed alive. 

His head hurt as much as his heart as he would let his tears fall, sure that he was completely alone. 

…alone. 

So that’s what this feeling was–a knife twisted in the heart would have been kinder than this. 

Yet Masamune would stand and move, walking through the ruins of a church to see an half melted candle. Ah…it was the candle he’d lit last week. 

Taking a match, he would relight it, giving a soft smile as he bowed before it. 

     “….Happy Mother’s day, Mom. I hope…I can see you again someday.”

A whimper would escape his lips. 

     “Maybe I’ll be allowed to visit you soon. I…don’t want to forget any more!”

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i dont want the d. i want the a. i want to pass this class