An Observation [Private/Itami]

[Honma Kotone]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2mKdIhU_QQ​

Ikkadan pressed his fingers through his air, "I'll get her..." He smiled as the brown strands dangled in front of his chocolate hues, "I'll get her good..." Again he would smile. Dressed in his new attire, the attire of the Toraono clan, which his open-chested robe was held against his body by the orange rope-belt that had been tied into a knot behind his back. The upper half of his body arched forward, as his buttocks rested on a torn and moldy old sofa. Hate had really taken over at the every thought of Itami, and even Iori. It had been explained to him that Tessu had taken control over Ikkadan's body and attacked Iori, but he had already realized that it wasn't his nephew? And yet, he didn't stop... He drove his blade through the boy as if he was nothing to him.

By contradiction, to protect his family he had to harm his family: he had broken his own vice. And now, he clung to the heart of that witch as if they were star-crossed lovers, founded by time and solidified by their eternal beauty; their love. An ugly, twisted emotion that was created from unnatural thoughts. They both were evil human beings that needed to be stopped, and by his own vice: he wouldn't allow the two of them to harm his family, his father, mother and future siblings. Itami was a woman so twisted by his acid lies, that she could easily manipulate Iori into taking out someone she didn't like. After all, Iori defend that witch against his own nephew and, for some reason, without attempting to bind the boy - instead, he just attacked with killing intent. "What if they have a child?" Ikka would pause, lift his head and shake his head, "No..." He would shrug off a dark thought as the light from within, the light of his mother and father's special seal would give him.

A light that gave warmth to his heart and peace to his mind.

In any case, he needed to meet with Itami.

Ikkadan was located within a small hub of former businesses, a tower heist, if you will. The skyscraper would cast down rusted emblems to the streets below, a symbol of past construction skills that would allow for the old economy to flourish. And now, located in the penthouse, like, level of the skyscraper would be Ikka; standing at one of the many spaces that would hold large square windows, which would give those employees a great sight to ease the boredom of their day. The only way to reach the top of the skyscraper would be to walk up the 50 floors. And Itami, having received an invitation from the boy, would be guided to his location.

She wouldn't really deny an audience with her future nephew-in-law, would she? If they got married that was...

 

[Kokomo]

[OOC: Can I just say, that is my new favorite song. TT_TT]

Yamazaki Household. 8pm.

Knock. Knock. Knock.​

"Hello!" A chipper voice squeaked from the mechanical maid that threw open the door. "State your name and business!" Her face was facing downwards, black hair-like thread falling over her head, and her movements jerky and awkward. "I'm here to send a message to Madame Itami."

"N-N-N" The system squeaked static for a moment, "N-N-Name!"

"B-Ko. I've got it. Thank you." Itami's voice would say suddenly from the top of the staircase as she made her way down them into the foyer and moving to stand in the doorway in front of the large man in a suit at her door. "What can I help you with, sir?"

"An invitation. From Toraono Ikkadan. If you'd please follow me, I'll escort you there." He stepped out of the way, appearing to be a gentleman of sorts. Itami's eyebrow raised as she suddenly burst into laughter. The man scowling at her in surprise. "What is so funny, milady?"

"You really had me going for a minute there. I thought you actually believed I would go see the man who wishes me dead!" The man scowled again before raising an eyebrow and shaking his head. "No, milady, he said nothing of that. He wishes for an audience." Itami's eyes watched him suspiciously. "Please. If you will." Figuring the man seemed sincere enough, and that Iori had taught the man a lesson, Itami took a step out into the dark night.

"B-Ko! Tell Iori I've gone out to do some errands."

"Goodbye Itami-Sama!"

Silver Crystal District. 9pm.​

"Here, milady." The stranger said, holding out his hand to help her out of the carriage. She was dressed in a house kimono that she had been wearing from her earlier adventure with Chizuru. Cracking her back, Itami looked up at the skyscraper she was facing. "You're about to tell me you want me to walk up to the top, aren't you?"

"Yes, milady. I will not be escorting you. Please, have a good night."

Itami sighed heavily, looking up again before moving inside and towards the flight of stairs.

Silver Crystal District. 9:30pm.​

Holy hell! Itami leaned against the massive wooden double doors of her destination. Huffing and puffing and her legs aching from the walk. She couldn't actually believe she just moved up 50 flights of stairs for this man who may very well kill her the second she entered the room. Relaxing for a few moments, until she could feel her legs, Itami stood up again, opening the doors.

There he was, standing in front of a grand window. Itami hovering in the doorway for a moment before shutting it behind her and leaning on it. "There better be some water up here after that..." She breathed, leaning forwards and taking a few steps towards him. "If it isn't my favorite nephew." Her lips curled up as she mused on the nickname. "Hello, Ikkadan."

 

[Honma Kotone]

As loud as she could be, the woman panted and huffed away at the obstacle that she called a flight of stairs. He would turn, facing the door at which she now pinned herself against before taking a few steps forward - he lifted one hand, as if to say 'no further', and gave her a false smile. "Please," He would comment on her obviously sarcastic tone, "I'm your only nephew..." Ikka would chuckle, placing both hands behind his back and cupping them together softly; loosely his fingers fiddled with the orange knot, created from his rope belt.

"I thought that we should talk, you know, reasonably." Ikka would start with that and then, physically, would move away from the windowless gap and move away from Itami, "Our last meeting, wasn't ideal, was it? From what I was told you had to be rescued by Iori, am I correct?" He added with a sincerely delighted smile upon his face, but was saddened by the fact that he had not retained any memory of his abrupt ejection of self-control. "However, that's not really what I want to talk about, well, not exactly." His words would remain clear, and his point still yet unclear, "I understand that you have Iori wrapped around your little finger? Or perhaps, you're both as mad as each other... But, I'd like to warn you that I have not forgotten." Ikka would focus his chocolate hues, such sweet and kind eyes now turned focused and cold, as they settled upon the drag queen.

"The extent of your protection, Iori, only goes so far. I feel that it is my utter duty, as both Toraono and Yamazaki, to protect my blood, but I'm faced with quite a problem." He would raise one hand, putting his thumb against his lower lip and restraining an emerging smile as his head tilted downward. "Iori broke his own vice, by spilling my blood, and that kinda makes me feel a little upset. However, Itami-san, I feel that he did so to protect you. But, by the fundamental logic of his own law, he broke the single most important rule - while in total self-control - and attacked me, in order to protect a woman, who self-admittedly 'eats the souls of children'... All against his own blood." Ikka would scoff, lowering his hand and placing it back into a cupped position behind his back.

"We have to be delicate about this matter, you see, because I don't want to upset my mother, Suzuhime." His eyes would focus with a deadly precision and a smile would thick across his expression, "The woman you want to kill... Am I right?" Ikka would roll his eyes away from the woman and chuckle. "I have one rule against your life, and that is to not have any children, or else I'll strike you down. And Iori."

 

[Kokomo]

A hand raised--a rude and uncalled for hand. Itami's eyes narrowed as she watched the aristocratic hand command her to stop in her tracks. As though she was to listen to something has lowly as a hand to put her in her place. She was a monster among monsters. Her power pulsing and growing from the tons upon tons of chakra she had ingested and began to use. In fact, Itami had extra. She could make the weakest ninja the best had she chosen to give it all up. But wasn't that the best part about her? She was selfish. But even so, despite her malicious ways, reasonable was, surprisingly, in her vocabulary.

Her eyes watched him move away from her, never leaving her sight. She kept constant tabs on him, her eyes flickering to every part of his body to make sure he wouldn't pull anything on her. The young man, after all, had managed to get a hand up on her. Had anyone bothered to analyze the room, they might notice that the nearest album of sand was a few miles away. They were in a concrete jungle, no where close to any sort of weapon for the sand-wielder. And on top of that, he was taunting her with the situation at hand. He wanted to talk reasonably, but he was playing dirty. "I saved him." She was say quietly, just putting it out there, even though she quite knew he could care less.

His eyes turned to look upon her. Itami had seen plenty of soulless eyes in her time--more than one could count. Most of them were rolled back, all white, dead. But Ikkadan--with such sweet, caramel eyes--was soulless. "May I remind you, Lord Toraono..." Her voice dragged out the venom in that last section, "That you are not his blood." She'd comment, folding her hands in front of her as she watched him carefully. Her eyes still flickering--emerald irises dark and cold--just like his. "Funny, how you don't remember that night at all, really." She'd say after he was done, trying not to react to his last sentence. "Because, you're being quite the hypocrite."

Her hand would raise to gesture towards him, a light smile playing on her lips, " 'Strike Down His Own Blood', is what you said, no?" Her hand lowering to brush a piece of her hair back. "That's funny, considering you're the one who showed up and put four kunai in his chest--the least you could do is follow your own rules and 'have a little self control.'" Her smile appeared sweet and innocent. That manipulative 'I Didn't Do Anything Wrong', look. Which, ironically, in that situation, she hadn't done anything wrong. She came in, saved his life, and that was that. He made no strike again either of them. "It's your body, and you can't even control it."

Sweet irony! The woman totally unaware of her own possession!

"Besides," She'd comment, a hand raising slowly to her stomach. "You're a little late to be making threats."

 

[Honma Kotone]

The drag queen really did have some words left in her, words that were mostly shrugged off with a simple flick of his orange zest hair. He would allow himself to listen to the woman, turning his back on her for a moment and drawing closer to the threshold between this level and imminent death from below. Yes, that fall would surely kill anyone, unless they had a magic trick which would allow one to conjure up a pair of wings, or something along those lines. "Now, hush." He would add, turning his back from her and now facing the baby-killing woman with both chocolate hues, "You're trying to trick me, am I right?" The boy's eyes would roll solemnly as a smile crested his olive face.

"I'm beginning to recall, actually, and from what my memory serves me is that you had to be saved by your darling." Ikka would replace his raised hand over his mouth, exaggerating a shocked expression with such wide, babyish eyes. "And from what I can remember, you seemed to throw a fit, unable to control your anger to such a degree where you made a little sandy mess in the lobby. At least I, while under my own control, managed to control my emotions and not 'conjure sand'." The boy scoffed at the last part of his sentence, finding it wonderful that she could manipulate such a generic trait of those born under the sun. And what Ikkadan meant by his latter statement was that whenever he was in a state of normality, like now, he was able to control his feelings and not burst out in an rage.

But suddenly, the mood within the empty work space trifled and curdled with an unpleasantness.

Itami hinted towards a period of pregnancy by holding her hand over he stomach and directing Ikka's latter threat about her having children. The boy would lower his head, smile with a small 'humph' noise exclaiming from his lips. "Did you forget what I said?" He would sharply raise his head, revealing his chocolate glare to pierce through her, and an sense of pleasure that he would get from killing her and the bastard child. "A bastard child, Itami? Really." He would stiffen, a smile hardening and his glare deepening into firm grooves. "Kill it now." Ikka would state handing her an empty, open palm, with conviction in his voice. After a few seconds of the palm being exposed, paper sheets would reveal themselves from the foundations of this level; waddling over to Ikka's hand and forming a paper kunai.

"Or I will."

He pointed the tip of the kunai towards her belly, urging her to take it and destroy the mess that she had made. Ikkadan really wasn't happy about this, the thought of that woman having a child, only to kill it herself or worse yet: raise the child to become a monster like her, and then what? Would it be up to Ikka to kill Iori, Itami and the bastard? One thing was for sure though, he was not going to allow Itami to leave the building with her baby.

 

[Kokomo]

Itami wondered why the both remembered it differently. She had been telling the truth, and yet, he didn't believe her. It was a fair punishment for her games, perhaps. Itami simply rolled her eyes at him, bored by him trying to convince her that she had done anything wrong. Her rage, in her mind, totally justified. His pathetic memory loss was not--to her, of course. Dropping her hand, Itami was so obviously not so happy about the surprise either. Itami watched him carefully, "I don't want it." She said coldly as he bitterly mentioned that he child was a bastard anyways.

"But it's not the only bastard child in the room." She'd smirk, taunting him as he formed a paper-kunai. Walking across the room with poise, she took the kunai and watched him steadily. Walking past him towards the gap as she turned around and faced him. "I'm also not the only child-killer in the room, apparently--Oh, you're more malicious than I am~" Her voice teased in that musical voice as she took the kunai and tossed it around in her hands--stalling.

Turning the kunai towards her stomach, she took in a deep breath, and moved to jab it into her stomach--the kunai shattered on touch. Itami seemed relatively surprised by this as well. Her body jerked for a moment, as her head stared down at the floor at the kind pieces of kunai. Her shoulders jerking back as her head slowly raised, her black hair separating from her face. "I won't let someone kill my baby, again." It was that overlapping voice, and her eyes were slit like a pythons and glowing that bright blue that he might recognize from the pool of souls. "Not my baby!" The banshee screamed--the Nǚ Guǐ. Her nails growing long into talons-- "This is my body--and I'm not going to let some foolish child defile it again!"

[OOC: The dialog is mimicked after the histories of the Nǚ Guǐ. I suggest you read about so it makes senses. XD]

 

[Honma Kotone]

"You have to be 'born' to be a bastard child, drag queen..." Ikka would smile, an expression so coy and so slimy that it really didn't fit the boy's entirety. However, the woman seemed to take the kunai without really hesitating, oh she really was cold, wasn't she? And then she made another comment as her snakeskin fingers grasped the paper kunai about there being more than one child killer within the room, and really, that comment just made the boy laugh. "I'm not a doctor but that, whatever that thing is, isn't a baby. It's only a fetus and I have no problem with removing a growth." A tilted smile, a tediously simple expression that would deliver his absolute malice towards the woman. But really, in this world was there any going to be simple? Apparently not...

Ikka would stiffen his resolve with a clench of his fist as the kunai disintegrated into blackened ash, which was only scattered by the odd gust from the outside. Another voice seemed to lift itself over Itami's, allowing them both to blend together in a most awkward fashion. It really wasn't the nicest thing to listen to but hey-ho this other voice seemed to be a separate entity, and thus by the rules of the unknown; it was granted access to her voice - eh?

"What happened to your control, Itami? I seem to remember you commented on my inability to control myself... But look at you now." Ikka would raise his hand, turning his head to face an invisible audience, "Everyone, look at the great Professor doctor, a woman so discontent with her own pathetic little life that she's had become undone by the forces that she abused." He would turn his head back to face the woman, who bled with an ominous blue energy from her eyes, something that twinged his memory into relating back to that 'pool of souls' that Itami had showed him a few months ago. Ikkadan wasn't really aware of what was happening, and to be honest, he really doubted that the woman was aware of her situation either.

"Death, is that what you choose?" He would raise his hand once against, aiming his forearm up with the sight from his chocolate hues like some kind of scope on a gun. Ikka curdled his fingers in a spiral like formation, molding his chakra into his surroundings and summoning a few sheets of paper that would show face from their homes, the walls, the floor, and partly from Ikkadan himself. Although, he really wasn't prepared for that damning scream that resembled some kind of mythical beast raveled inside a child's bed time story, a real monster this woman was. And even more worryingly, those talons...

"Then die." Ikka wouldn't attack, not just yet.

 

[Kokomo]

The things he said to her were worthless. Itami wasn't there anymore. The woman tilted her head to the side, her back arched like some sort of feline as her newly-sharpened smile grinned at him effortlessly. Unaffected by his insults towards her host-body. "Poor hurting soul..." She hissed, her voice thickened with sarcasm. "Is that the way you heal? By being as coooooooooold as the winter air?" Her smile never faded as her claws flexed, and her slit eyes flickered with that wild blue glow.

He moved into an unfamiliar position, the woman cracking her neck slowly to one side as she took a fearless steps towards him. "Jack be nimble..." Her venomous voice sang as she stepped closer, "Jack be quick..." Her eyes flickered as they glowed and her face became twisted with some dark humor.

"Jack, jump over the candle stick!" She screamed, that banshee yell echoing again as a horrific demonic laugh echoed as her flesh burst into the blue glow--and, well, dear reader, we found out where all the souls went. At least a 30 souls flew from her mouth, her back arched back as they flew from her mouth and swirled around her body like some sort of slimy shield. The woman's hair standing on end inside the glowing swirl of dead-souls from the electromagnetic field.

Each soul burst into the same glowing blue as they all became a mimicked clone of Itami. "I've always liked games~" They all said, in sync, with the over-lapping tone of voice. "Do you want to play a game?"

 

[Honma Kotone]

Ikkadan knew not to let the woman, or 'drag queen' as he affectionately named her, get too close because she was seemingly unstable at this point. And who knew what she was capable of now, but regardless, she was still unstable and this building wasn't really meant for any extensive battles; so lets hope nothing serious happened, otherwise Ikka would have to unveil his final plan to deal with the drag queen and her numerous souls that wrestled from within. But there it was, a clenching feeling that cupped his heart a little too tightly for his liking and, without warning, these energies released themselves from Itami's mouth.

They swooned around her body creating some sort of sticky, humid shield that protected her in the form of a dome. It's thickness, the substance, the souls, that seemed to spill out some sort of energy that caused the air to crisp and sizzle sharply. Ikka swallowed the thick glop that gathered from inside of his mouth, why? Because he was apprehensive as to what this thing was, and how powerful it was. And yes, the creature that now possessed Itami had to be refereed to as an 'it' because its voice, which overlapped the host, gave no indication towards a gender. "You need to give up, Itami." He would add, slotting his stern expression into a playful, yet hinted with an essence of seriousness as he directed it towards the former-Itami. But all was not finished with this tricky, dreadful business as the shield formed of those dammed souls began to produce an electromagnetic field.

Ikkadan's eyes narrowed, "She's protecting herself with electricity, preventing any of my paper attacks from reaching..." Of course, he reached this consensus due to the nature of what would happen to his paper if it came into close contact with that field; it would crisp, fry and burn into nothing but black ash. But wait, another evolution of this most peculiar situation: the swirling souls seemed to explode with a fantastic, almost awe-inspiring colour before being shift and shaped into perfect copies of the original Itami.

30+ of her, if God existed in this world, he truly looked down on Ikka - burdening him with more of that dreaded woman.

The boy would shift his stance, putting one foot forward with his hand sharply pointing down to the ground and his other arm extending backwards, but upwards. It kind of resembled the Hyuuga clan's infamous fighting stance. The tip of his finger, which pointed towards the ground, made contact with the concrete floor and from that instance, the floor beneath, and around, Ikka would become unsettled; shifting and shaping into a mass of unfolding paper bundles. And, of course, they all came with that fresh crisp paper smell. Promptly, the paper would begin to react, holding their position around Ikkadan ready to attack some of the copies that approached the boy, or even if they dared approach, either way: they'd be getting a few serious paper cuts.

"If you're not going to hurry up and kill your unborn child then you leave me with no choice, Itami..."

 

[Kokomo]

The blue electric shield snapped and hissed violently. The moaning and groaning from the souls screaming out through the night as the lifeless-puppets of Itami's stood at the proper attention. Their hands at their sides, and their heads tipped slightly to the side as their eyes all watched Ikkadan. He moved quickly, creating a funnel of paper-weapons from the ground to rise up and shield him in the same manner. A massive shield that was sure to leave some nasty paper cuts.

The woman's eyes flickered again, her hair clinging to the static electricity around her, and her pale skin reflecting the blue glow. The souls swirrling inside the electric field as her smile (newly sharpened like a shark) slowly smirked across her face. "Stop calling me that." She'd state bitterly " My name is Hitokuijinshu, Saiko," She hissed, "Remember that when you're screaming through pools of blood for mercy." Her voice hissed as her hands raised in front of her, and a pulse of electricity sent all the Itami's charging towards the man.

The ones in the back that rushed by Saiko were not quite as lucky to be able to fight. As they ran by, Saiko would grab one by the hair, dragging it back with disturbing amounts of power. Lifting the puppet up by the scalp as she'd feast on their souls, and the electric field would glow with the gain of power. Grabbing at all the nearest puppets, and feasting on them. A long, snake-like tongue, extending from her mouth and delving deep down their throats and pulling out the sickly slimly souls, blue and dripping, squirming and screaming, before swallowing them whole again; Saiko would drop the body on the ground, throwing it to the side.

Meanwhile, there were about 25 Itami's left who charged forward in attack. Ten of them would explode into sand, the souls escaping, and long electric bolts would reach out and snatch them, dragging them back into the field, in the same manner a frog catches a fly. The sand being used by the other Itami's as weapons--not well though. Mind you, reader, these aren't really Itami's, but rather a disturbing version of 'Child Soliders'. They're using the weapons they are given--some whom had never used sand before, others who have.

 

[Honma Kotone]

The name of her opponent didn't matter to the boy, what did? Well, the only thing that tickled him pink was the full-blown truth that neither of them were going to leave this building alive, if that is the way she wanted to play things then so be it. Ikkadan, having prepared his defensive technique, would hold his stance as the woman began to digest her own copies. This didn't make sense to the boy, but it obviously meant something to Itami, or Saiko; whatever. His expression would loosen, a smile would form, and his eyes would narrow to slots. Gah, it didn't matter as to what his faced looked like because if he kept changing expressions he wouldn't have any time to kill those remaining 15 copies, so he had to get his act together.

Ikka would form a seal with his hand, a regular old seal, and focus his chakra into his hidden technique. After a few seconds, the building would shiver with a horrible sensation. The walls would shake and dust would be thrown relentlessly from its bed. Ikka, even with his anticipation of the rumble, would become unsteady and stumble backwards for a few feet. He would smile, meeting one of the clone's attacks with his face; which caused him to be tossed backwards into the wall. "Tip-top-tumble..." Ikka grinned as a stream of blood daring dribbled down from his mouth.

"I told you to kill it..." His worlds came latched with another horrible grumble, a sound created from the crunching of concrete bodies followed up by a secondary noise, an explosion, which really made the tower shake like a child with a fever. "This is my resolve, Itami..." His words ululated from his dusty lips, "This is my song..." The room would shake worryingly, the concrete beams within the room would shatter and fall; most of the ruble from the ceiling falling upon the copies and crushing them.

"This, you bitch, is my requiem!" Now, it was too late to run, the tower was moving to one side; its screams were dramatic and loud. But, even in the moment of their imitate doom, the boy still found a moment to raise his middle finger and smile so playfully towards the woman who helped take away his life. Itami and Ikka would notice that the tower was obviously falling caused by a series of explosive notes primed at the base of the building, prior to their meeting. The boy's body would slide from its position, skidding semi-horizontally till he was just plainly free-falling within the empty level.

Ikkadan lost sight of Itami as his body slid so far down, but really, it didn't matter because in a few moments - after those horrible, blood-curdling groans of metal and concrete - the buildings Hellish made connection with the ground. It caused massive damage to surrounding structures and irreparable damage to the community. Smokey columns raised profusely into the air, holding up the ceiling with their massive bodies. The screaming, which there was a lot of, of citizens filled the senses.

Hidden beneath a massive amount of rubble, the boy rested his bloody head against a concrete pillow. A metal spike, from one of the supportive beams, gagged into his leg; not to mention the massive volume of rubble that rested delicately above a plate of metal just ready to fall upon the boy and kill him. "Did..." He exclaimed with a raspy voice, "Get her?"

Spoiler

http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=Twin+Towers+rubble&offset=48#/d49jdmr

 

[Kokomo]

There seemed to be success in the future as Saiko continued to create the mayhem of the underworld. Her eyes glowing violently, as her long tongue slithered to lick her lips as Ikkadan hit the wall. A violent and sickening laugh echoing through her body as she took a step towards him--and the building trembled. What was that?

Saiko stumbled, catching herself on one of the many confused clones--dust raining from the ceiling as she looked up. Another explosion rocking the build as it began to slant to the side and Ikkadan screamed his violent rant at her as Saiko moved towards him, their bodies suddenly slipping at the tilt of the building.

"Have fun in hell!" She screamed, that banshee scream breaking through the air, over the sound of the scraping metal and terrified citizens. But the electric field of souls would break, and had Ikkadan still had sight of Itami he would have seen it all too well. Hundreds of souls escaped mouth of Itami, and swooped through the massive opening/window of the building and down to the people below. Itami's body going limp as she laid slouched against the wall, and the building tipped, and made connection with the ground.

A Moment Of Silence​

There were tears in the crowd. Gasps and screaming from average citizens who watched in horror. But one stepped forward, obviously a shinobi, and began to throw the pieces of rubble to the side. Moving them out of the way--searching. It was a woman, with beautiful brown hair, and soft caramel colored skin. Her dainty hands lifting and pulling rubble to the side, as she moved a big slab of concrete to reveal a man under the rubble.

Standing above the man, moving the things from around him, her eyes would look into his--bright, glowing blue, slit-pupil eyes. A wicked smile would cross her face as she look over his wounds before she'd turn away from him, digging next to him. She didn't say a word as she dug through the rubble, the people watching in awe as she moved the rubble until she picked up the corpse of a young woman. Picking her up, the body of Itami draped lifelessly in her arms. Slowly she'd turn towards the man, her eyes filled with tears.

"Are you happy now?" She'd whisper, cradling the corpse to her body, and sighing, "Welcome to Hell, Ikkadan." She'd say before moving away from the crowd, carrying the dead body off the scene.

[Topic Left]

 

[Honma Kotone]

The rubble from his dusty body began to shed some pounds, somehow becoming lighter and much easier against his flesh composure. The boy, being able to breath much more fluidly, began to take deep breaths followed with heavy exhales. His face, firmly planted to the concrete pillow, still didn't provide much comfort but beggars can't be choosers, right? A face battered and bruised would rest upon a beautiful image of a woman, who adorned caramel skin and lusciously chocolate hair. His drool, mixed with blood, fell from the rim of his lips - toppling over - and spilling onto the concrete pillow, and with each breath he would unsettle the already temperamental dust to land upon the liquid's surface. "No..." Ikka would exclaim as his vision, those chocolate hues, set sights on the limp body of Itami.

She was being held by someone else, a person with beautiful hair - wait, she was already described. Anyway, the body of Itami rested in the arms of that beautiful stranger, whom would address Ikkadan over the Hellish confusion of screaming and crying.

Ikkadan would clench his broken fist, cursing under his breath, as he narrowed his vision. "Bitch... Yo-you bitch..." She was still alive, that woman, was still walking among the living. No, he couldn't allow this, he couldn't! But he wouldn't have a choice in the matter. A crane of loosely standing concrete and metal would hover above the boy, holding itself unsteadily above the boy. "I'll kill you!" his raspy voice managed to sway before he could not muster another word. "I swear, I will!" The unsteady rumbling of his unsteady voice would give cause for structural concern...

The heavy crane of metal and concrete would crack at its base, free-falling with a heavy force beneath its body.

An unsettling cloud of debris would cover the small area, covering his body, covering what life there was left.

[Awaiting a med-nin]

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

A squad of med-nin would soon be upon the scene, led by the Medical Chief himself. Eyes narrowed as he studied the destruction at the scene, quite certain that he should expect the worst. He began to issue orders to those who could use Earth jutsu in order to move the rubble, the man stepping closer as they unearthed Ikkadan. His eyes narrowed and his fists clenched, the man quite tired of this particular thorn in his side. It took him a moment to respond to his team members, telling them to pull him out and get him on a stretcher. The med-nin attended to his injuries as he moved closer to him, the man keeping himself from striking at him then and there. Itami was nowhere in sight and he knew he must have been behind whatever had happened here. As the med-nin went around asking the witnesses about what transpired he kept an eye on Ikkadan, waiting to see if he would wake up.

 

[Honma Kotone]

Body crushed, mind thrashing around wildly; doing what his body could not complete in such a fit of rage. He couldn't believe it, that woman, Itami had survived one more... Or at least part of her had. It looked confusing, so confusing, but still - the woman had managed to survive and the thought of her breath still existing somewhere in the world made the boy feel quite sick. Jagged and broken misshaped constructs of metal entered his body, greatly enhancing the risk of infection. Ikka had really just given up after the second formation of rubble had fallen upon him, there really was no chance to escape, especially with these injuries.

Although, in that convenient way, a light shone and birthed a way out for the boy. The rubble daring was lifted from his body, and in conjunction with that, the metal spikes that impaled his body in various parts were plucked out from his flesh. Shreds of fat and muscle tissue dangled carelessly from the tips of the spikes. His eyes, so strained and filled with dust, weren't able to adjust themselves onto the image of his uncle nor the specific members of the medical corps. "She..." He would mutter with a clenched fist "Itami..." The name, even speaking it caused his lack-of-blood to boil profusely.

Why did she survive, at least some essence of her, instead of just dying?!

Why, why, why?!

Driven mad by his failure the boy cursed and swayed, wriggling forward with a trail of blood being created with his sluggish movement. But it was becoming too late, the blood loss was far too severe and the light was being drained from his chocolate hues. The world was becoming a dark and unnatural place and even the sensation of pain was lessening from his flesh. Everything was fading, the blurred images of figures were swirling into heavy-set distortion and their voices became long and elongated. "I'll fucking kill her!" He exclaimed with the last ounce of strength he could muster as his chocolate hues turned faded and veined with red wires. But with that exclaim, the energy from his body withdraw and his head fell from an adjusted position: hitting the concrete pillow with a thud.

Dead?

No, very-near death.

 

[Kiriyama Sadako]

Iori would frown at the boy's outburst, the other med-nin frantically trying to stabilize him. He was dying, and if he were a more malicious man he may have just let him die. It would be unwise to give into temptation however, he was the only person that knew about what had happened there after all, and possibly of where Itami had gone. And he was still protected by the Toraono...his hands clenched into fists as anger overtook him, trying his hardest to ignore those hushed whispers in his mind. Closing his eyes he would take a deep breath before looking towards one of the med-nin. "Come on people, let's make sure we do our job and save him." He would say as the boy's body was placed on a stretcher, the man removing his gloves before approaching him. He would begin to heal the worst of his wounds, power medical jutsu flowing from his hands and stitching skin, muscle, and bone together. Enough healing to keep him alive, not having the equipment necessary to fully heal his body. He almost began to regret his actions, unable to hide his anger as he looked towards his face.