This is going to hurt [Sayuri]

Consumed by the abyssal space called her subconscious, her plunging descent into black was accompanied by the gentle lulling of thousand voices—conversation of old and past—moments haunting. The escaping bubbles from her lips held what little memories collected from the piercing agony felt within her torso and with the clearest thought, was death so cold, excruciating and isolating? Cleaving through the darkness, the state of her unconscious had been intercepted by grasps to her listless body, her descent ceasing with the capture of her frame. Wake up. Mm? Allowing the slightest wake to her awareness, hues held to glistening bubblegum revealed themselves… In shock. Coiling around her frame were hands held white as bones with featureless faces holding nothing more than crimson hues within the darkness. We------. Wa-- u-. Lo-- -im-. De---. E--. Their voices overlapping each other in an in incomprehensible tangled mess and tightening around her neck her neck, the cold isolation turning into an oppressive and strangling.

Called forth back into her realty as abruptly as the interception in her dream, the once motionless body held lying on the unknown and unfamiliar ground shot up straight, her opening mouth selecting not words, but a heavy exhale accompanied by choked coughing. Simultaneously, one hand sought out to cover her neck while the other motioned to apply itself upon her stomach with the lingering sensations, both the pain and the starved breath.

Think. Thought. Where? Why? Had she the ability to recover, in the slightest bit. The rush of her whole situation would’ve came to her. Being still alive in the sense, her first thought circled around that girl she met, that creature that attacked her—That creature. Whe—Caught within her peripheral vision, the few drops of nervous sweat produced from tension dripping from her chin as her expression kept itself stoic. Despite the fear of the situation, her mind thought by the thousands and with questions in mind. Where is Suiren? She still has bag on her back. If she didn’t panic, she could’ve played her situation better, such as playing fake sleeping treats and thinking from there.

“Wha—” Her voice attempting to grasp a better breath, her apathy knew no bounds “Did you kill flat-chested girl?” She questioned straight, no humor, the fact she wasn’t dead spoke something—Hollows didn’t play this long with their food and there was a huge difference in strength, at least, in her memory and thus, it would be pointless to go through the effort of catching her… Unless she was suppose to be bait for that Rose, Theo, Ares or whatever guy. Was Shiro okay? She doubted Hollows got full on souls too. So. What happened to Shiro and Iiname? Despite it expressing a greater form of being intelligent, she wasn't too sure on being humored. She didn’t seem to concerned on what would happen to her. Though, paying time to think was that bad of an idea.

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Mm. It could’ve painted her impressed with a dash of surprised, if she was provided with a sufficient answer or, hell, a single set of words. Apathy? Passivity? Docility? Either her situation wasn’t sinking into her as it should’ve with each second allowing her trivial emotions to settle or she was a rather suppressed individual—dormant—and waiting the perfect time to awaken. a single pill ‘cause nothing else would have sufficed in such a world. Piercing not her facade, those monstrous hues accompanied with eerie intentions were met with a more neutral expression, no, quite the stoic visage with the gentle vanish of her recent distress. Call it all a camouflage she kept, but even the utmost obedient stumbled, so how far was she going to fall… This time?

Censored, the distorted tongues chastised within her subconscious causing quite the splitting ache and without the slightest crack to her affliction, she remained neutral with the slight ease in thought, she would’ve consumed another injection or swallowed her sphere shaped medicine. There was a slight humor to be saved in a sense to spare herself the disgusting embarrassment of a lunch with a human girl, a hollow and a questionable man. Such withdraws caused quite the appetite for rare or exotic red meats, possible cannibalism too. However, she’ll more than likely die before the effects choose to rear themselves in the worst way.

As her mind went to mentally shrugged at her dilemma, there was involuntary movement of her body, causing her to react impulsively with a slight squirm—What?—lifted and pulled without the slightest ability to truly fight or rather, she was wise enough not to test the grounds, at least, not yet. On the casual side, her hues kept themselves exploring for options or possible answers. Wh-- -- --u p-an on do--g? Nothing. Creeping out of the depths of her subconscious, the reflection held an eerie smile made to tease accompanied with the clearest words. Allow us to see. As her apathy attempted to shine out her instinctual nature, it was the denial that caused a rip and if she was her worst enemy, was she the enemy?

Denial was such an ugly affair and changing was even uglier—Didn’t she promise to get well? She meant it when she said she wanted to get well—As the broken words express themselves within her mind, there was an excruciating impression made to her body. One. Where the pain tried, it couldn’t express itself as her body collided into a tree, breaking right through it and another? Two. Her arm. Three~♥. Her chest. Four. Her body. Any formation of a sound had been drowned by the shattering and fall of any tree she had the pleasure of being caught by, but in their failure, they perished in hope that another tree could try to catch her. Her mind playing its part to eat away at her, with each taunting increase of the count.

By the end of this excruciating, her body screamed in any language she knew and with the release of her being, she went front first into the ground—still and silent—visible bruising, visible breathing and visible sweat combined with a tint crimson. Within a passage of a few seconds, there was a wiggle of her fingers from her right hand, her index and middle finger being the only to move, slightly and compared to her left hand, all her fingers moved with ease. En—. Did I ask for your opinion? No, I did not. So… will you kindly. Taking the palm of her left hand, with her left knee pressing into the ground, she flipped herself and right on other to her back. Shut the fuck up. Oh..?

Sharpness in the form of an anguished breath, she kept her hues closed for a moment and despite the lack of emotion on her face, she was not going to begin to pretend she wasn’t in pain—everything—everything hurt. I would rather die a human... Has she been through worse? Yes, she wanted to say so. There was a time her bones had been broken and restored to just be broken again, so… What was worse than pain? Dying? No, she doubt she was on path to death. As her right hand, battered worse than her other arm, she pressed it into the ground as she sat up with slowly, but surely, swaying a bit forward as her legs lifted. Her feet being placed into the ground as she picked herself up. But...

Canting her head into the direction of her bag, her left hand extended with her index and middle finger gesturing in a ‘come here’ motion “Suiren.” tied to a weakened voice, her apathy was outshined by the overflowing pain as she stood up with her right hand sluggishly moving to place itself upon her chest in a pained hold. In the middle process, an item held to a chopstick with an interesting design of its own revealed itself from her bookbag and if it wasn’t stopped, it would’ve simply would’ve found itself within her hand, held tightly as she exhaled heavier and deeper just to breathe. There is nothing you can do... Nervousness was there in her frame as she managed to stand without the slightest shake or waver within her body, those ever warming red hues revealing themselves as an off shade from crimson and opposed to their gentle pink of her moment of awakening. With a slow adjustment to allow herself to stand stable. Did not ask you. Building within her tiny frame, there was a slow collection of energy, but for what? She didn’t seem to be willing to use any form of release, but the hollow scent within her was growing within her.

She could run, she could try? No. But, she could try to... Maybe... Ugh, she felt a bit of annoyance forming from a beastly hollow having more control of themselves than she could on her best day.

But.. still.. I have the worst feeling about using this…
Do it. Come on~
Quiet.
'Ello chopstick, say it!

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An honest try..? Had there been a formation of self preservation, she would’ve called upon the powers of her bond… So to why did she feel the need or the desire to stand up? Was there a point somewhere? Was there an idea to her escape, possibly if her body managed to collide against the tree and she just so happen to break out of what bound her the last time… Would there be a point? She’d shrug her shoulders if she could, if dying from this creature didn’t work out, she could die to something else, right?

Breaking apart at the seams, the little honest try towards self preservation was nothing more than false attempt towards something and being good enough never really crossed her mind, yet it hindered her to be everything she wasn’t. In a situation for dying, couldn’t she admit that ‘she had enough’? As her body, her face found itself gaining the first strike with many more following as her body found itself back within the ground… Was this fixation of wanting to die as a human and self denial the reason she was who she was now? A shell?

Had she any expectations, they were flat with an likeness of the sand and blew away easily like ash, thus if there were a special set of words fueled by her inner emotions they would be simple, gentle and lulling echo with the little life she managed to breathe—thanks for nothing—bitterness could’ve laced her tongue and voice. HATRED. She could’ve swore to an unnamed or a deity until the curse of their name caused their descent from power. SHAME. Life was an everything to a same, nothing more and little change too. Had she cared, did she care? It truly would’ve never meant anything, it would have remained to be nothing… It was funny, friendly bonds were so unneeded and she didn’t want to give the damn, but isn’t that how all these situations sparked?

Within this abyssal void called her mind, she didn’t slip to her disappointed subconscious and remained quite aware, but simply reflected for the moment, with her will or not. Why did she have to keep these thoughts in mind; all these memories. All the pain, all the wounds, all the smiles, all the memories, the friendship and the bonds, could they all just be… Washed away? Isn’t self-sacrifice what she wanted? Wasn’t she bred to be used until she couldn’t be used anymore? It was ironic, she thought about these things when she was alone, but when dying. It was fine to be this way, she could say it was okay to quit, to give up.

Quitting, she laid upon the sand with whatever fragmented individuality she had left, she could be defeated and there was no reason to really fight against it; she was defeated and hurt. It was excruciating, dying was so agonizing and with her beaten her body felt, she wanted to believe she could die soon. It was pointless. It was so pointless. It is okay. Dying with suppressed hatred, dying with shame and most importantly, dying.. With… No..

I can give up. You don’t want that. About her the flat chest, its her fault. Aren't you tired of being abused? Curling her hand, the one limb still able to shake with something close to pain and a growing hatred as her nails dug to her palm.  You want to live, long enough, just to experience that one more time She could just let it go.. No. Just let it go. It was just an inch more until her snap, but no. She’ll die before that happened, she could have peace. She was so weak, her body screamed but the doors not open. She was.. Close though, right? It should be too long.

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Stop being a sheep, Lissa said that. Within the stillness, the battered frame of the girl, there was an internal debate and for a moment, there was a sense of logic and a thought—reason—there was reason. Dying was suppose to be an experience that allowed a smile to grace those lifeless lips of hers, there was suppose to peace and no thoughts. I’ve had enough, the thought repeated… So, why was she choking on something other than lingering drops of her blood? Remember. She choked on a lie or two and often swallowed them too—those neon purple liquid capsules—but there was one thing, a disgusting and horrible thing she could never swallow. A single thing.

She could recall the laughter from that creature, her hollow father and breaking bones of her cackling brother, he was so happy, but in so much pain. It was excruciating, the reminder of her brother was something different compared to any pain and it wasn’t her body that hurt, it was this organ inside of her chest. Yes… Listen to me... Gentle like a breeze, the sand around her body began to stir with these gentle tickles and causing even a gentler sway to her loose somewhat strained hair, but it was no simple motion from the wind. Ingrained into the deepest abyss of her core, slumbering as its roots kept themselves deep, growing and consuming anything within touch by vines, a single statue of a memory taunted her with its degrading grin and within its claws was a sphere tainted in ebony with cracking revealing the purple shine. It remained as a perfect memory...

It wouldn’t had been that now, it wouldn’t have been that tomorrow and it would’ve have been the passage of that year—a future day’s time—she was going to become like him… Again.

“Heehe.” She tittered with her stir, almost too soft to be heard. It was the second signal of a snap or a break. As this gentle sound escaped her bruised, the first thing to run rampant was her slow building reiatsu, like her emotions, she collected her own reiatsu without a meaning to, along with her ability over soul communication, such as inanimate objects, loose objects and as the example, the sand, now rippling like a droplet to still water, locked in the motion of waves in the ocean, their direction was opposing from her lying body. All these being subtle in their own way, their own special way. But, the final and last was not until the annoyed creature found itself pressing his foot to her face, the obvious sign of being done with this ridiculousness, her ridiculousness.



Daring to grace upon her face, the moment his foot found itself gracing the tender, multicolored and bruised flesh, her hues revealed themselves as she waited the moment to awake into her reality and as these lush spheres choose to awake to the world, without being hindered by own pain and to the best of her own speed, would’ve made a grip to the oversize ankle of the foot that pressed into her face within in his little and short debate on how to kill her and made the best attempt she could to move it away from her face or attempt to move her head out of the way. With a stare to the creature, it was like a welcoming wake to this world was like a thousand fireworks being set off, as the crimson hues washed into the common color of her own blood and her pupils took the likeness to a thin diamond, there was a gentle craze in there, there was something there. Hunger? Bloodlust? Actual self preservation?


Simultaneously to the grip made to his ankle, her left hand with chopstick in hand, thrusting upward and forward to the creature and as she dared to do this with her blurry sight, considering the amount of times her head was hit . Her lips motioned a single string of words. “‘Ello chopstick.”(WHY DID I NAME MY FULLBRING THIS. IT’S SO STUPID.) Such weird words, right? Well, that was just her weird release phrase. To these escaping words, if she could manage them with the jab motion of her hand made towards the creature, the chopstick transformed in size, color, material and shape quite quickly, which was also accompanied by an explosion of reiatsu, signifying her release. Dancing by the dozens, petals held fiery in color, danced as her release energy, scattering in all directions and it wasn’t to impress in the slightest. In short, the chopstick that was jabbed in his direction was no longer such an item, it was now a liquid turned into an unstable solid, its shape being a melting and dripping mess, which was not aimed anywhere special on him, but just somewhere in his massive size of existence. She’d prefer the neck, but she is small and has small arms. Almost like a t-rex versus a corner, but not as cute and terrifying. Along with her triple vision here, everything was just difficult.

It didn’t matter if it worked, she wasn’t thinking about that. Was she thinking? Well… Yes and no, but if she was using her brain more than her instinctual habits, she would’ve tried getting from underneath his foot, instead of trying to jab her sword into his being of existence at her fullest strength she could’ve managed.

Everything hurt. No. everything tickled. All withholding a laughter of sorts, this pained, suffocating laughter or something more. She felt sick… She felt… sick. It was becoming that time. Everything.. was smelling weird, a good weird and her teeth, they hurt, those canine fangs were becoming more pronounced. They hurt... The voices... The hunger... Devour...?

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It would’ve been discouraging, easily noting the fact there was nothing she could do to pierce through or into the creature and that all would’ve been pessimism if she would’ve thought about it, so she didn’t think about it. Was dying really okay? No. Maintaining her cold stare without so much as a discouraged expression painting her face. Even with the singular painful stomp made to her face, which has taken quite the abuse already that could’ve killed the normal person or caused all types of damaging functions to the brain. Despite this, this feral desperation that was sought was in reach, hindered by something in mind or was that moral in kind? Nonetheless, there was somewhere and something being touched upon.

Collecting Suiren within an invisible sphere, the silvery liquid lost any form and shape it had, and raged like an ocean within this sphere, easily displeased. On occasion, Suiren made the active attempt to break out of it by collecting itself into a watery drilled point and ran into whatever barrier that captured, however with each clash… It fell apart and started a new, desiring nothing more than to rejoin with dazed Sayuri.

As his foot lifted from her face, she tried to make any formation of move on her own and despite moving on her own accord, she moved like a puppet in his accord. Being lifted from the ground, her battered and bruised body ached without any muscles being used on her own, easily being one of the most uncomfortable situations, she was pulled face to face with this creature that insisted on torturing her. And for what? She had no idea. Those crimson hues held like the liquid that dripped from her body, stared to creature as for a moment that motioned away to look towards a light, a light she didn’t question and already knew wasn’t in her favor. Shifting those hues to direction to where ever Suiren happened to be, the liquid became more violent and despite how much harder it crashed into the barrier, it showed no signs of being able to escape.

Well shit. Looking back to the monkey of a creature, her unamused face with the slight bare of her teeth and disturbed expression painting her face with, really, really, really, awkward situation was having someone’s finger up her nose. If she thought about it, this was just… So wrong. Like. This was not okay and quite awkward. There was cruel and unusual punishment and then there was this fuckery… Cruel and awkward punishment. Assuming she had the ability to, useless or not, using her command and power within Soul Communication, her soul sung out to nearby in desperation for aid. The first to answer was the sand and the second was the trees, in a gentle sway, but nothing was truly able to help her, as the moment they answered her calling, was the moment the small little bead of energy was released into her skull.

Causing her hues to widen and the dilation of her pupils was the blast that caused an echo throughout her head, the wiggling or tickle to the tender area was protected by something that was not her doing, but it didn’t stop the echoing being felt. Internally, she screamed without any ability to display it. Closing her eyes, it hurt and all the pain danced within her frame with aches that made her body want to shrivel and die. From there, for a moment, all the functions of her body ceased and the pain with it, she was just nothingness with no ability to be aware.

Surien ceased. The pressure ceased. The shifting sand ceased. And, her expression became a void. For a moment, she simply was held there without much reaction and internally, she was floating within a blank space with nothing and as nothing, those voices within her head ceased… That one voice disappeared too. It was like a switch, everything was turned off, but there was something within the core of it. What was it?

Her hues opened with the contraction of her pupils turning back into the thin slit that it was, however, narrowing a slight with the returning pain, the crimson color remaining as a shape exhale escaped her nostrils, in attempt to remove the awkwardly placed finger. Like her lungs could actually make a strong enough exhale to do it, but she tried. However, accompanying this exhale was a cough, a collection of coughing as if she was trying to throw something up. When dizziness was to overcome here, she would always transcend over the time with three words in mind. “Survive..” She mouthed those words. Outside of her blurry vision for a moment, the spinning of and the fact she wanted to throw something up, and her dizziness. “Assault...” She mouthed again, without even a single drop of voice. The few tears that escaped her eyes didn’t mean much outside of her body knowing the pain that happened. “Devour...” She mouthed, but this time, with a bit of a voice, this time she whispered.

It wouldn't threatening in the slightest, but her lack of awareness in some aspects were slowly coming back to her and if he choose to let her go, she'll actually try to eat him. True to the words she stated. As if she was trying to get her brain to work up to the idea.

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