Post by Satoshi on Sept 6, 2016 9:17:08 GMT
Nobody could ever get it.
..the canvas on which art is made. Nobody could comprehend it, the true color of the world. Nobody could ever see he it like I could, the beauty of the color red. But Satoshi could, for..oh lord was it something to behold in all of its glory. The crimson princess that he delighted was something truly magnificent, but he was not without restraint. For if one embraces something too much, it will lose its significance inevitably. So..why then? Why did Satoshi always have to jump to the first sight of it? Because he had no choice. It was the only color his mind could comprehend in the truest form. Because...when it came down to it, there was NOTHING more important then becoming the one with the most understand of blood. How, when, and why it was spilled. It was all written in blood. But he was not obsessed like some people might think, no no. It was more of a hobby. Of course, that was not very convincing at this current moment, as he was beating two spiritually aware humans to a bloody pulp.
For some reason, two dumb fucks had the nerve to touch a woman and force her against her will. Freedom is everyone's right, so Satoshi had every right to scream the words in bloody mary style,
"DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE DIE DIE DIEDIEDIEDIEIDEIDEI HAHAHAHA!"
In quick, and fortissimo pace, his fists beat two mens face into walls. The woman, of course, was long gone. Satoshi was wonderwing how long his gigai could hold up, but hardly cared. Over and over to the sound of their bones cracking, it came up like music to his ears. Like an orchestra of bodily sounds. Flooded memories of his friends being slaughtered like farm animals in front of him was all that was in his mind at those moments, and his inhuman strength came from unintentional rage. Satoshi's yellow eyes lit up like candle-light, and his white hair was splotted in dark red, as were his clothes and fists. But, as always, his subjects gave up on him, and keeled over. HA, but that will never stop this man, never. Again, and again, and then again, and then another, and then ANOTHER. His fists kept pounding into the already blood soaked open flesh. The unmoving bodies layed over him like dolls, and he enjoyed every inch of movement and squirming when he pounded their weak little face in.
He could not control it, this blood-soaked personality of rage. He hoped he could, as part of him wished he wasn't berserk. But he chose the path of the Asura, and there was never turning back from such a road. It was funny. Just thirty minutes ago, Satoshi had been lounging about in Naruki city as per usual, biding his infinite time and testing his well stretched patience. He had been assigned to Naruki city to guard against hollow attacks, as Karakura town was a "Danger zone" at the moment. He had heard about the immense fights going on there, and even felt some of the residual energy leaking from the town itself. However, none of this had peaked his interest. Or, he just didn't feel like dying. He knew his power limit, and was offended by it. He could be squashed so easily, easy like a fucking bug. And he was tired of it, why did he have to be so weak? To be chosen for such a task and be so bad at it, it was bloody frustrating to him, and its exactly why he was an enthusiast of the color red. So imagine his interest when he heard the most blood curdling scream in his life coming from an alley.
"Jesus, I'm sure Captain Mayuri could have heard that. Christ lady."
Satoshi took a single step off the skyscraper resting on, and came to a solid landing on air. At this moment, he came to a half turn, half step and then faded into nothing. This was the result of a Shunpo, and he came to re-appear roughly 10 meters away from the incident, on the stairwell attached to the side of a building. As he guessed, another bunch of pitiful humans decided to think they could pick on a Woman obtaining food to feed her family.
"Absolutely disgusting, you trash....you're all...such...such.....no, no you're not trash."
His mind became blury, and a grin stretched across his face like rubber. But this was no normal smile, hell no. This smile was unmistakingly the one of a killer. A killer who's taste for iron could never be quenched or cured. Or at least, that's how his sane side came to understand it. But, something about the beast inside him was pleasing to him. A small portion of him WANTED to become the beast. Satoshi followed up these thoughts with another flashstep. At this time, his gigai was already on him. With his hair over his face in a dark dramatic ambience, Satoshi re-appeared behind the two men.
"THE FUCK?!?!" The first man still standing up spun around quickly with a knife. "HAAAA." Satoshi's eyes shot up toward the shorter individual, and his body seemed to studder as brought his knife down like a hammer. However, it was too late and the Shinigami saw it come easily. Satoshi's right foot slid forward at about the same time the second man got off the woman and off the ground. Satoshi's movements, though, were quicker then him. The foot caught the other man's foot and slid it back. At the same time, The white haired boy caught the arm of the knife holding assailant, and he brought down this arm with a hold on his wrist as hard as he could. The backwards foot and the forward momentum forced the man into a frontwards split/flip, and he screamed in absolute pain as he over-stretched his muscles. The second man came at him with what appeared to be a pistol.
"PRIMITIVE LITTLE SHIT, I'LL MURDER YOUR FUCKING KIDS."
The second man, however, was in too much shock of the situation to pay attention to his comment, and the knife just thrusted forward. It was far too fast to counter at that instant, so he took two steps back in order to catch some distance. However, he got an excellent idea. Satoshi saw the second knife coming, so the squirming man on the ground was surprised to feel two hands slam on his shoulders, and a hard tug upward. Satoshi threw the man at the second assailant's feet as quickly as he could, and he slid and hit his legs. The man lost his balance, for a split second, and the first man began making his way back up to his feet. Yet, it bought Satoshi quite enough time apply force to his left leg, and extend it outward into a sort of dive, however it was slanted upward enough in the air to keep his balance even if his dive were to fail. The man's arms caught the Rapist's sternum and his left shoulder slammed him toward the ground as hard as he could. However, he did not plan to go down with him. Satoshi used this given momentum to swing his legs upward, which brought his body to an upswide down position in mid air. Right before the man hit the ground, he used the Assailant's body to push off and curve his body for a landing. But of course, it wasn't without reason. Satoshi's right leg began to bend quickly, and his knee became promiment. Not only did it stick out, it was pointing for the mans head as it came down.
"THUD."
Blood was scattered as 150 pounds was brought down on the mans head all at once, with one of the body's hardest bones/joint. The first man tried to run away as fast as he could with a hurting groin, which happened to make the Shinigami chuckle. And when the word "Chuckle" is said, it really means a three second maniacle laugh, followed up by an immediate cut off with a devious smile for blood. Satoshi pushed off with his right foot this time, coming to a full sprint. Satoshi's legs pumped up and he hopped into the air as high as he could, and at this time, his right hand came down with a flying hook to the right side of the Opponent's nose, and it bent sideways, as did the Assailant's head. The alley way was slim, so his head got hit on the concrete wall. By this time, Satoshi had lost interest in the Woman and she had already ran off. Satoshi had quickly dragged the body's together, looked over them, and spit on both their faces.
"Ladies and gentleman, the dentist IS IN...YEEEEAAHAHAHAHAHA. YOU'RE NOT TRASH, YOU TWO. YOU'RE FUTURE PILES OF DECOMPOSING BOOOOOOOONES."
Satoshi fell to his knees, and his hands came down like a shower of flaming meteorites. Flurry after flurry, his fists came down into their heads like trampolines.
As Satoshi finally stood up, from his personal pile of blood, he looked at a staring padestrian staring at the bodies at the end of the Alley, he was walking out of a bar. A wicked smile crept its way up his face, as an idea crept into his mind. He began slowly walking uncontrollably toward the individual, fists tighter then a drum.
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..the canvas on which art is made. Nobody could comprehend it, the true color of the world. Nobody could ever see he it like I could, the beauty of the color red. But Satoshi could, for..oh lord was it something to behold in all of its glory. The crimson princess that he delighted was something truly magnificent, but he was not without restraint. For if one embraces something too much, it will lose its significance inevitably. So..why then? Why did Satoshi always have to jump to the first sight of it? Because he had no choice. It was the only color his mind could comprehend in the truest form. Because...when it came down to it, there was NOTHING more important then becoming the one with the most understand of blood. How, when, and why it was spilled. It was all written in blood. But he was not obsessed like some people might think, no no. It was more of a hobby. Of course, that was not very convincing at this current moment, as he was beating two spiritually aware humans to a bloody pulp.
For some reason, two dumb fucks had the nerve to touch a woman and force her against her will. Freedom is everyone's right, so Satoshi had every right to scream the words in bloody mary style,
"DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE DIE DIE DIEDIEDIEDIEIDEIDEI HAHAHAHA!"
In quick, and fortissimo pace, his fists beat two mens face into walls. The woman, of course, was long gone. Satoshi was wonderwing how long his gigai could hold up, but hardly cared. Over and over to the sound of their bones cracking, it came up like music to his ears. Like an orchestra of bodily sounds. Flooded memories of his friends being slaughtered like farm animals in front of him was all that was in his mind at those moments, and his inhuman strength came from unintentional rage. Satoshi's yellow eyes lit up like candle-light, and his white hair was splotted in dark red, as were his clothes and fists. But, as always, his subjects gave up on him, and keeled over. HA, but that will never stop this man, never. Again, and again, and then again, and then another, and then ANOTHER. His fists kept pounding into the already blood soaked open flesh. The unmoving bodies layed over him like dolls, and he enjoyed every inch of movement and squirming when he pounded their weak little face in.
He could not control it, this blood-soaked personality of rage. He hoped he could, as part of him wished he wasn't berserk. But he chose the path of the Asura, and there was never turning back from such a road. It was funny. Just thirty minutes ago, Satoshi had been lounging about in Naruki city as per usual, biding his infinite time and testing his well stretched patience. He had been assigned to Naruki city to guard against hollow attacks, as Karakura town was a "Danger zone" at the moment. He had heard about the immense fights going on there, and even felt some of the residual energy leaking from the town itself. However, none of this had peaked his interest. Or, he just didn't feel like dying. He knew his power limit, and was offended by it. He could be squashed so easily, easy like a fucking bug. And he was tired of it, why did he have to be so weak? To be chosen for such a task and be so bad at it, it was bloody frustrating to him, and its exactly why he was an enthusiast of the color red. So imagine his interest when he heard the most blood curdling scream in his life coming from an alley.
"Jesus, I'm sure Captain Mayuri could have heard that. Christ lady."
Satoshi took a single step off the skyscraper resting on, and came to a solid landing on air. At this moment, he came to a half turn, half step and then faded into nothing. This was the result of a Shunpo, and he came to re-appear roughly 10 meters away from the incident, on the stairwell attached to the side of a building. As he guessed, another bunch of pitiful humans decided to think they could pick on a Woman obtaining food to feed her family.
"Absolutely disgusting, you trash....you're all...such...such.....no, no you're not trash."
His mind became blury, and a grin stretched across his face like rubber. But this was no normal smile, hell no. This smile was unmistakingly the one of a killer. A killer who's taste for iron could never be quenched or cured. Or at least, that's how his sane side came to understand it. But, something about the beast inside him was pleasing to him. A small portion of him WANTED to become the beast. Satoshi followed up these thoughts with another flashstep. At this time, his gigai was already on him. With his hair over his face in a dark dramatic ambience, Satoshi re-appeared behind the two men.
"THE FUCK?!?!" The first man still standing up spun around quickly with a knife. "HAAAA." Satoshi's eyes shot up toward the shorter individual, and his body seemed to studder as brought his knife down like a hammer. However, it was too late and the Shinigami saw it come easily. Satoshi's right foot slid forward at about the same time the second man got off the woman and off the ground. Satoshi's movements, though, were quicker then him. The foot caught the other man's foot and slid it back. At the same time, The white haired boy caught the arm of the knife holding assailant, and he brought down this arm with a hold on his wrist as hard as he could. The backwards foot and the forward momentum forced the man into a frontwards split/flip, and he screamed in absolute pain as he over-stretched his muscles. The second man came at him with what appeared to be a pistol.
"PRIMITIVE LITTLE SHIT, I'LL MURDER YOUR FUCKING KIDS."
The second man, however, was in too much shock of the situation to pay attention to his comment, and the knife just thrusted forward. It was far too fast to counter at that instant, so he took two steps back in order to catch some distance. However, he got an excellent idea. Satoshi saw the second knife coming, so the squirming man on the ground was surprised to feel two hands slam on his shoulders, and a hard tug upward. Satoshi threw the man at the second assailant's feet as quickly as he could, and he slid and hit his legs. The man lost his balance, for a split second, and the first man began making his way back up to his feet. Yet, it bought Satoshi quite enough time apply force to his left leg, and extend it outward into a sort of dive, however it was slanted upward enough in the air to keep his balance even if his dive were to fail. The man's arms caught the Rapist's sternum and his left shoulder slammed him toward the ground as hard as he could. However, he did not plan to go down with him. Satoshi used this given momentum to swing his legs upward, which brought his body to an upswide down position in mid air. Right before the man hit the ground, he used the Assailant's body to push off and curve his body for a landing. But of course, it wasn't without reason. Satoshi's right leg began to bend quickly, and his knee became promiment. Not only did it stick out, it was pointing for the mans head as it came down.
"THUD."
Blood was scattered as 150 pounds was brought down on the mans head all at once, with one of the body's hardest bones/joint. The first man tried to run away as fast as he could with a hurting groin, which happened to make the Shinigami chuckle. And when the word "Chuckle" is said, it really means a three second maniacle laugh, followed up by an immediate cut off with a devious smile for blood. Satoshi pushed off with his right foot this time, coming to a full sprint. Satoshi's legs pumped up and he hopped into the air as high as he could, and at this time, his right hand came down with a flying hook to the right side of the Opponent's nose, and it bent sideways, as did the Assailant's head. The alley way was slim, so his head got hit on the concrete wall. By this time, Satoshi had lost interest in the Woman and she had already ran off. Satoshi had quickly dragged the body's together, looked over them, and spit on both their faces.
"Ladies and gentleman, the dentist IS IN...YEEEEAAHAHAHAHAHA. YOU'RE NOT TRASH, YOU TWO. YOU'RE FUTURE PILES OF DECOMPOSING BOOOOOOOONES."
Satoshi fell to his knees, and his hands came down like a shower of flaming meteorites. Flurry after flurry, his fists came down into their heads like trampolines.
As Satoshi finally stood up, from his personal pile of blood, he looked at a staring padestrian staring at the bodies at the end of the Alley, he was walking out of a bar. A wicked smile crept its way up his face, as an idea crept into his mind. He began slowly walking uncontrollably toward the individual, fists tighter then a drum.
