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@doomxdriven ( Kusaka! )

" Oi, Kusaka!  ----  Have you had breakfast yet? " he questions his seated companion, extending a normal-flavored riceball in their explicit direction. " Hinamori has given me more of these than I need. Feel free to take it if you would like. " He waits and simpers.

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"I'm sorry I failed you."

   W hy were they fated to be burdened so inhumanly? Blasphemed by ordinances conceived by the unjust absurdity of diverse power-hungry minds. –   Manufactured by the instructions and administrations of the elders of central forty-six  –  who were they  to rule others?  –  to dictate them?  –  to urge, forcingly ‘neath the guise of unrelenting warnings, friends to clash blades, to shed one another’s Ichor adrift, for the sake of a balance unceasingly unfazed? – He’s tortuously aching, a young boy who priorly laughed ‘fore stepping onto this platform of judgment, not by the arms who were in the midst of crushing his own ‘gainst his torso, he hears a singular bone snap in result of its pressure yet winces not to its stinging discomfort, as he frantically attempted to liberate  himself from the confinements of several men –  but by the infuriatingly anguish screams of his companion which resonated adjacently at his forefront as he was being gashed, massacred like a stray animal, for being overpowered by him. He was being treated  no dissimilar than a piece of unwanted meat 

                                                                                              … because of him.

    “ Stop this!! Let me go!! – Kusaakaaa! “ he shouts, he cries with broken vocals  –  but they do not exempt him until an irrevocable strike athwart  Kusaka’s shoulder was forthwith executed, gradually causing the pitiable man to ultimately collapse to the ground with an earsplitting sound … and unhesitatingly did the young boy haste to his besmirched flank. Shakenly – In distraught – he bites his lower lip momentarily. Stunned. He was horrified by the  events transpired. Kusaka was laying there,  unable to move an ounce  –  immobilized in an ever-widening puddle of blood. Shouting vulgarities … Expiring. “ K – Kusaka … “ he calls out, striving to cease the bleeding on the other’s lacerated throat,  attaining their recognition albeit temporarily; the  life in his eyes was fading as rapidly as his temperament. “ Hold on. Breathe. ” Hands now engulfed ‘neath crimson are jostled aside as if they were prying flies by Kusaka’s elbow and he is told to back off.  But he couldn’t. He would never. this was his fault.  He looks up at the elders  —  at the members of the second division,  adults who were meant to preserve the youth, with an expression depicting the need for aid.- They gave him naught but dismissive silence. Anxiety rises, he feels as if he was burning under the heat of an oven.                                          I’m      sorry      I      failed      you. 

     Kusaka’s voice sweeps his  heart in a mere hush,  breath gasping, whisper.  He’s dying.  He’s slipping away ‘neath his diminutive form. No. No. He presses on the wound again. Tears forming in the corners of teal juvenility.  –  They were supposed to go train together after this conference. Share Riceballs for dinner and stargaze at twilight hours. “ Shut up!  –  You didn't “ he chokes. “ You didn’t do anything! I’m the one … I’m the one who failed you! “ how he tried so vigorously to reason with them, to change their outrageous verdict so he could refrain this from happening but he failed. He had been too powerless,  ineffective,  and now he’s grieving the repercussion. Why were they fated to be so burdened? He never wanted these powers – to become a Shinigami – he nearly froze his grandmother to death and now he killed Kusaka- chest tightens by the realization unfolding - trembling lips ajar- he weeps- heartbreaking sobs escape him whilst tears overtake his cheeks - alike an avid cascade, his sadness overflows. Head gingerly resting on his friend’s corpse- the only and initial friend he’s made on his own in the academy aside from Hinamori had evermore breathed his last. Gone. 

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@highabcveground // Kusaka.

                  “  -- That Idiot is running late ... Again!! “ The prodigious boy, no older than seven, had  outwardly  fussed to  no one  in particular and  was entirely  unconcerned  on whom  may be positioned  nearby to hearken his thoughts  whilst he  comfortably perched  himself atop an inviting bench.  ---  Large Bento box of  duo-layers in hand  ---  Cooked and contributed to him by Hinamori. -- The scheduled lunch period for the diligent Shin'ō academy students had been initiated, in the melodious guise of resonating chimes, only moments ago.  ------  Finally,  he is capable of naturally emitting his breath out from his system; his mental energy has depleted a margin from being stifled, for long-durational sessions, within the incessant cluster of towering people in the halls or in the classrooms, thus his anxiety overcame him to the degree it stirred innards to near nausea. -- The region he now attended was one of pleasant seclusion   -- One where he, and his friend Kusaka,  came to employ their recess  time discoursing varied things or jointly exercise.  --  But as per customary, his senior colleague has yet to publish his arrival. 

                                            “ He has another minute to show up.                                                                                  -- If he fails to do so, his Riceball is mine. “

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“look how many hits it took ya.” (kusaka)

                  “ Shut up!!  –  I don’t recall asking you to keep count, Kusaka!! “ he threateningly rebuttals,  irritation unmistakable  whilst the child’s tempestuous  tongue forthwith  lodged onto the defensive as a reaction to the judgemental  commentary that had skin-crawlingly  unfurled from the older student’s unrequested  evaluation.  -–  The blistering  embarrassment of having been witnessed, first-hand and in close proximity, in his current moment of strain exhibiting far too overtly ‘pon his character.  –  Albeit Kusaka had been, regrettably,  correct. -–  It had taken him approximately four and  a half attempts to accomplish  a one hundred percent  connection with the selected target with one of the  simplest of Kidous written in the academic  textbooks; the Shakkaho.  -  Not out of inability,  of course, but out of a distraction agitating his otherwise determined concentration.  –  Earlier in the afternoon, he had been given words that Hinamori was graduating  -  Becoming a full-fledged Shinigami. -  And it gnaws at him with worry .-  But he won’t  disclose such information  to his colleague  for he  knew completely well that  they’d ridicule him further for it. - Pivoting his anatomy to confront the man, face to face,  he elevates a hand,  directing his outspread palm in the sole direction of their presently  unguarded Torso.

                                        “ Let’s see how many hits it’ll take me                                                                                                   to knock this meddling target down. “