Taomasa would nod slowly. He did wonder what Juro’s thoughts were on the matter, but Tsubasa was the one here right now, the one asking for this. Losing his arm to help separate the two sharing a body would seem, excessive, to some. But to Taomasa, it wasn’t much to lose, as he had other ways of manipulating objects rather than his arm or his hands. “Alright.”
He would then bring the blade up and forwards. A loud screech would echo through the library, caused by steam as the holy element in the blade came in contact with his blood. Taomasa would wince slightly before pushing the dagger through to finish the cut. In a shower of golden sparks, his arm would fall but not touch the ground as it vaporized, turning into a mist of bright sparks that danced through the library.Once the arm was gone, the sparks halted in the air as if frozen in time before they all took a straight line path towards Tsubasa. They would go for the same spot cut on Taomasa’s arm. The sparks would feel hotter than any flame that could have been felt before. As the last of the sparks coiled and collided with Tsubasa’s shoulder, an unseen force would rip across the place where the sparks were burning and would tear backwards as the holy magic in the sparks attempted to rip Juro and Tsubasa apart.
Taomasa would slowly straighten himself up as he tossed the dagger on the table and looked at his shoulder, now missing his left arm. The wound would have already closed, looking as if it had been cauterized. He’d then look over to Tsubasa to see if the separation had worked. If it had, Tsubasa and Juro should both be in the room with him in their own bodies with a brand new scar.
As the lights blazed towards him, Tsubasa braced himself, setting a foot behind himself as the force met him. It didn’t knock him off his feet, but damn did it hurt like hell! The pain rippled through his entire body, and he tensed, holding his breath, jaw clenched as fangs bared, until finally he threw his head up, and roared, a blinding white light erupting from his body, skyward. The library seemed to vibrate as the eruption disturbed the atmosphere, and distorted his vision. Tsubasa could hardly see a thing. Shadows. That was it. Yet those too were a blur.
It felt as if his guts were being torn out by an unseen force, shredding him to pieces. His shouts of pain only continued, echoing until he could not even hear his own voice. There was a buzzing, and Tsubasa thought for just a split second that this would possibly kill him. What if they were unable to be separate? What if it killed him? Fuck Juro, he wanted to live! “GET....OUT!” Tsubasa said it as loud as he felt it. Let go, just let go!
Just then, the light expanded, and the shadow of two separate entities split between the light, and suddenly there were two separate shouts of agony. Slowly, the light began to face, before dispersing completely. Panting, Juro stumbled to catch his barrings, wide-eyes. How...had he been pulled to the surface? As far as he’d known, he’d been dwelling within his zanpakuto spirit’s world. His own personal hell. Then, he was awake, and in a...library? Juro lifted his head to gaze ahead and find Taomasa. How was he here? What was Tsubasa doing!?
Through gritted teeth, the hybrid would have coughed some fit, blood pouring from his mouth. This was confusing. A sharp pain stabbed at his left side, and he’d grab his arm, pain echoing through his left side. A scoff left the white-haired male, and he’d wipe at his mouth, startled to hear a laugh suddenly burst from his right side. Turquoise orbs shot in the direction of the sound to suddenly see...
“You didn’t really think I could stand to be stuck with you forever, did you?” The chuckle continued before smoothing out into a eerie hum, blood also oozing from the corners of the hollow’s mouth. Tsubasa tilted his head in the direction of his other half, a fist clenched over that of his own left arm as well. Feather-like wings hovered at the backside of Tsubasa, pitch black and looming, shadowing his figure before they lowered, and twisted into a black mass before disappearing behind himself completely, black feathers being the only remnants left that floated gently to the ground.
Behind Juro, similar wings would have expanded some as the other turned to gaze behind himself. How was any of this possible? Orbs observed the white feathers that cloaked his own appendages. Just as Tsubasa’s had, Juro’s own wings would have twisted and distorted into a white mass behind himself before also disappearing. Looking back to Tsubasa, he realized he held a blade at his side, and then looked at his own hip, a blade there as well. Juro’s gaze darted back to Taomasa.
“Uncle... Your arm... What did he.... What happened!?”
