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Topic Started: Jan 23 2009, 09:29 PM (886 Views)
Tenebrion
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lolcliffhanger!

ILU FAKHIR EVEN IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME~
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Kusumita
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If you dressed like Iago he'd be all over you like pedophiles on halloween 8D
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Tenebrion
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...I love you for saying that.
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YOU BRING OUT THE WORST IN ME : ) BUT I LOVE IT. <3 xD

Part 5

“You’re old enough now, kiddo,” Souzou frowned, starting at the ten year old intensely.

The blonde boy met his strong gaze with a hard glare of his own. Souzou broke first and started to chuckle at how absolutely adorable his son had grown to be. Ten years old and still absolutely a daddy’s boy; people would have laughed at him in school had Souzou not beaten the first boy, who snickered at Ryuuchi’s broken sandal, senseless.

“Benkei will be stopping by today,” he mumbled, “I mean, you remember him right? Buff, stiff, strict…”

Ryuuchi laughed.

“Uncle Benkei? I remember! He comes with Umeko-neesan!”

Souzou nodded before stepping close to the door, his son walking back inside.

“Remember, don’t you dare open the door for someone else,” Souzou called back, “I don’t feel to come home to you and the house burned down or whatever.”

An affirmed cry followed and Souzou smiled to himself slightly; still feeling that oddly familiar stroke of pride coursing through his body.

Ryuuchi wasn’t home alone for long, after eating a bit of leftovers he heard another knock on the door. Pausing short of it, he tip toed up to try and see a proper view through the door and caught slight of wavy blonde hair peeking through the slant.

“Is there….anyone home?” a soft, feminine voice called.

Worry and hesitation were still lingering in her tone as she tried to knock against the wood again.

“Who is it?” Ryuuchi called, whining slightly in his childish tone.

He felt a woman’s voice hitch at his call.

“R-Ryuuchi?” she stuttered, “Y-You’re Ryuuchi?!”

Ryuuchi raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah…,” he muttered, not sure where the conversation is going.

“Ryuuchi,” she paused and took another breath, “You need to open this door now. I’m- I’m your mother and you’re in danger!”

Ryuuchi frowned, sliding the door open to reveal a blonde haired woman wearing nothing but a simple pink robe and a blue jacket over her shoulders. Gripping her hands together, she stared at him wide eyed and eventually fell to her knees and embraced him closely. There was a small giggle at the side of the door- Ryuuchi looked up to see the man leaning against the door frame.

His face was badly scarred, a red splotch on the right side but was cleverly disguised by a long style of his olive hair. He smirked, and turned to Ryuuchi so that he could clearly see his expression of menacing distaste.

“Hello, Ryuuchi…”

Fakhir grinned, and Ryuuchi felt himself freeze on the spot.

--

“This brat can be pretty troublesome, If Umeko didn’t ask me to-,” Benkei mumbled, scratching his head and stepping inside.

He didn’t expect the heavy weight against his chest the moment he entered.

Thrown into the wall immediately, he heard a woman scream at the sound of his body impacting against the wall. There wasn’t much to remember afterwards, he could hear the husky chuckle of a figure looming above him before it turned back to the screaming woman. He struggled, yet he was lying on the floor and unable to move his limbs. It had only been a few seconds and he was entirely pinned to the ground and unable to break free; his expression twisted into one of frustration and hate but he was unable to vocalize pass a few painful words.

“Please! Please, don’t touch him!” Suzuki screamed, protecting the small boy with her body, "You only wanted Souzou! You promised!"

“Oh, come off it,” Fakhir snickered, pulling the woman by her blonde curls, “Women who can only cry shouldn’t be tell me what to do.”

“M-Momma!” Ryuuchi cried, trying to reach back for Suzuki who merely smiled down at him weakly.

“Be a good boy, Ryuuchi,” Suzuki mumbled through her tears before Fakhir gripped his hands around her neck, “Be a good boy…. Like your father.”

She began to struggle for breath and attempted to fight back against Fakhir’s strength, it was impossible to break free from his grip. Soon, her grunts stopped and her eyes closed and her movements stilled- the tension of death hung in the hair before Fakhir carelessly tossed her body to the side and focused on the boy.

Umeko panted, her legs feeling as if they were willing to fall out from under her, as she felt ill staring at the scene before her of the tossed woman. Ryuuchi shivered as his eyes were unmoving from his mother’s corpse as the side of the room.

“Benkei!” Umeko cried, putting her hand on his unmoving shoulder.

“I-… I can’t…move….,” Benkei hissed, the rage in his expression was apparent.

Umeko jumped backwards and immediately unsheathed her blade, bringing it down on the arrancar without another sound.

Slicing forward, Fakhir shrunk back as it cut into his shoulder leaving a large scratch before he pulled his fist back and slammed multiple hits while Umeko was still wide open. This too the captain by surprise as she managed to roll out of the way for the last half, many of the hits still managed to hit directly. Umeko staggered backwards, her sword almost flew from her hand as blood slipped from her lips.

Her chest and lower abdomen stung from the strikes, she fell onto one knee to support herself and exhaled sharply while fighting the urge to vomit. She wasn’t sure how, but Fakhir’s strikes had strengthened and his speed had increased to the point Umeko could barely even catch them with her eyes.

“Eh, I didn’t think you’d still be standing after that blow,” the arrancar giggled, “You’ve gotten better…”

“Leave. Now,” Umeko spoke dangerously, her sword dripping with Fakhir’s blood from his arm as she wheezed from the impact’s aftermath.

Putting her hand on her chest, she gasped for air once more before coughing up a few more droplets of blood and ignoring the insane pain in her left leg’s ankle. The blows seemed to have been far more serious and Umeko had initially expected- but she couldn’t afford to show it.

“Perhaps you need to see a little trick I learned,” Fakhir shook his head disappointedly, “I was hoping to save it for… Iago-sama. But you, I’ll make a special exception, Takechi-san~!”

Putting his open palm forward, Umeko frowned unsure of what to expect from his action. Nothing changed except the air became heavier; Umeko suddenly felt a sharp weight on her chest before the images of the bloodied sand came back into mind. Putting her free hand on her shoulder, she could already feel the searing pain return.

“W-Why are you showing me this….?” Umeko’s voice shook as her grip on her Ryuugan slackening.

Yet, Fakhir had disappeared from sight and before her was already a stoic, mature dark haired man in nothing but an old gi of blue and black.

“What’s that matter, Umeko?” the male voice echoed, “Afraid you’re going to end up… just like your mother?”

Even with her eyes wide open, she could still hear and see the words flashing through her eyes. The speed was insane yet she could understand everything shown and spoken to her in her mind- yet in whispers of mixed volumes- causing her balance to shake.

Rejection, father, lack, anxiety, separation, evasion, contact, attachment behavior, dependence, pity, I'm not a doll, mental contamination, don't violate me, stop, die with me, no, I hate you, presumptuousness, latency, don't be, manifest, reason for existence, compensation, symbiosis, death, opposing will, rationalization, sense of self, reaction formation, infantile experience, personal identification, hostility, repression, Rejection, father, lack, anxiety, separation, evasion, contact, attachment behavior, dependence, pity, I'm not a doll, mental contamination, don't violate me, stop, die with me, no, I hate you, presumptuousness, latency, don't be, manifest, reason for existence, compensation, symbiosis, death, opposing will, rationalization, sense of self, reaction formation, infantile experience, personal identification, hostility, repression, rejection, father, lack, anxiety, separation, evasion, contact, attachment behavior, dependence, pity, I'm not a doll, mental contamination, don't violate me, stop, die with me.

Umeko screamed loudly, her sword clattering to the ground as she held her head in her hands and collapsed onto the ground.


No, I hate you, presumptuousness, latency, don't be, manifest, reason for existence, compensation, symbiosis, death, opposing will, rationalization, sense of self, reaction formation, infantile experience, personal identification, hostility, repression, rejection, father, lack, anxiety, separation, evasion, contact, attachment behavior, dependence, pity, I’m not a doll, mental contamination, don't violate me, stop, die with me, no, I hate you, presumptuousness, latency, don't be, manifest, reason for existence, compensation, symbiosis, death, opposing will, rationalization, sense of self, reaction formation, infantile experience, personal identification, hostility, repression.


“NO! I think for myself! I live for myself! My ideals! My beliefs!” Umeko shrieked, trying to shake the words from her mind at the speed they flashed through, “I’m not Aizen’s doll! I’m not going to there again! No!”

Each time she screamed, she swore she couldn’t hear it in the voice of a mature woman- instead it came out like the scared, worthless child she used to be. The high pitched screams which she remembered the tone she used to speak in.

“Stop! STOP! Please don’t make me remember this!” Umeko was already on her knees, her forehead touching the wooden ground as her fingers frizzed through her loose hair as it fell around her.

“Umeko…,” she heard a dying woman mutter, “This world… too dirty. Die… right now… with me.”

“I-I’ll do whatever you want, mother,” she mumbled, losing her breath.

“Mother? … A Takechi who cannot possess the Dragon Eye,” a humorous sadism took over the tone as she could see her old mother smiling wryly at her, “Who are you?”

Umeko shuddered; gripping her hair she narrowed her eyes with a deadly glare. Hissing through her teeth, she raised her gaze to meet his.

“Takechi Umeko, Captain of the Fifth Division. Last of the Takechi Household and remaining line of the Dragon Eye…,” she rasped, coughing out some of the blood from her lips.

Fakhir jolted slightly, Umeko’s legs were shaking as she tried to stand. Her brown eyes grazing him with an intense gaze laced with venomous hated through the thick strands of black hair falling over her shoulders.

“Ohh…You managed to stand up after that performance?” Fakhir smirked before waltzing over and holding the girl by her chin and pulling her up, “Che, which makes breaking dolls so much more fun that actually, having them!”

He didn’t have to do much after the former abuse; all that was left was delivering the final blow. Swinging his leg upwards, he connected with the woman’s jaw and sent her sprawling onto the floor with Benkei- whose arms and legs refused to move to his commands.

“Umeko-neesan!!” Ryuuchi called, trying to send his hand back to the two fallen figures.

Umeko was already knocked out cold; Benkei grunted slightly but couldn’t move a muscle to fight back when Fakhir gripped the boy’s shoulder and hoisted him into his arms.

“Ryuuuuchi-kun,” Fakhir emphasized with a cattish grin, “You’re going to grow up looking a lot like your father you know……”

He laughed.

“I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when I’m done with you,” he finished, stepping back to the door and smirking at the two fallen fighters, “Goodbye, Captain Takechi. Perhaps another rebellion would have suited you better~”

With those words, the arrancar was gone- and along went the child in his arms.
Edited by Kusumita, Jan 28 2009, 10:55 PM.
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HOSNAP

...Somehow, this chapter makes me think about Umeko/Fakhir. That might be a interesting pairing. (But I can't go to the light! I must support Umesou!)
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LOL
Fakhir/Umeko would only be possible through rape strange bonding time.
Very strange.

UMESOUUUUU FOR THE WINNN <3 Forever and a day because everyone's sexuality is negotiable because of her <__< >__>
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It was good, but I'm confused...who is Fakhir? Everything else makes sense except that...
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*casts Raise Dead on topic*

Fakhir is another arrancar. He and Souzou knew each other (double entendre sort of deliberate) back when the latter was still Iago Casillas, a member of the (Privaron) Espada. If memory serves, Fakhir showed up in the AG Bleach RP after the characters split up. Because Souzou ran off with Umeko to Hueco Mundo, Fakhir decided he wanted his psychotic mass murderer/uke back.
Edited by Tenebrion, Jun 21 2009, 05:55 PM.
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