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Old muse is old.

And just what do you think you're doing? I won't be so easily distracted from my plans. No matter what you say it won't matter.

Is there a reason why you are still talking?

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(He lifts his head at the sound of the others voice. There is regret and pain in his eyes, but no where else. He may have beloved on his neck, but he wanted to be with Ritsuka... It still wasn't easy to see his old sacrifice though, and he hated that his eyes betrayed him)

Seimei

[He see's the look and knows the meaning far too well. He did leave Soubi with 'orders' after all.]

We both know that's not the proper way to greet me.

[Soubi just looked way. He couldn't keep looking at the others face. Everything came flooding back into his mind when he did. He said nothing. He wasn't supposed to speak unless told to, right? It had been too long.. and yet right now it felt like just a few days.]

What have I told you before Soubi? No matter if I am here or not, I am to always be in your thoughts. I am the only one who matters.

[Though his words are directed at Soubi, his eyes and attention is pointed somewhere off to the side. He does shift towards the end, stepping closer, the distance between closed save for a mere inch. Still he does not touch the Fighter, but his eyes do.]

You were always good at following orders, weren't you, Soubi?

[In this case, like always, perhaps a little too good.]

Yes, Seimei. [he hated himself for just falling back into his place. It was wrong, his fist clenched, but there he stayed since he hadn't been told to move. He wasn't worthy of Ritsuka after all. He shouldn't have given himself any room to beleive it either. All of it was just orders.]

[He smiles, though it's impossible to tell if he's really pleased or not. Lifting a hand, fingers take hold of Soubi's chin with his tips drawing his face up so that their eyes might meet.]

Have you been taking good of Ritsuka?

[Soubi didn't move away from the touch. He... really did want it, even if it was somewhat abusive.]

Yes, Seimei.

[There's a flicker in his eyes, deadly and dangerous. The fingers on Seimei's chin tighten, forcing well groomed nails to painfully dig into skin.]

Tell me.

[He expects Seimei to be precise and leave no detail out. He will be the judge of how good of a job his Fighter has done.]

[... it wasn't the pain that bothered Soubi. no, Seimei had done far worse. It was asking about Ritsuka's business that did. His eyes cleared for a moment. A clarity that had been given to him by Ritsuka that he himself didn't even know he had.]

Ask him yourself.

[His eyes narrow at the reply. The silence that follows sharp and deadly like his stare and his nails which now break skin forcing crescent moon shaped marks to line the Fighter's chin as rivulets of blood begin to creep their way down fingers and neck.

He will undoubtedly question Ritsuka in time. It was just a matter of when, but that like many of his other plans would come to fruition in time.

For now it seemed he had yet another interruption to deal with.]

Don't make me ask again, Seimei.

[Even though Soubi was bleeding, he didn't flinch. No, he would take the abuse for Ritsuka. It was important to protect him. Instead he just looks back at the other]

Do what you must to me.

(OOC, I assume you mean Soubi X3 )

[The floor cold and hard, it only takes a small amount of effort for him to force Soubi to the floor. Blood covered fist is twisting into scared flesh, flesh he carved so patiently, perfectly.

Though physical punishment was in Soubi's immediate future, there were far greater ways to cause pain than carving flesh and stabbing eye balls.

For as strong as he was, his body is light and he presses close to Soubi as he pins the fighter to the ground.]

When did you become so bold as to give me orders?

[Soubi can't looks into his eyes anymore and just turns his head to the side. The pain didn't mater to Soubi, he was able to block it out. It was the contact between the two that was running through his mind. It had been a long time, but he knew that Seimei was going to do more then just hurt him.]

I must be broken.

[Broken does not begin to cover the punishment he has in mind. His free and unbloodied hand inching down, reaching for a pocket and the sharp blade hidden within. The scalpel clean and sterile is brought and between them. The light the flashes off reflects down on the deep scares that line Soubi's neck. The sharp tip brought down and begins to retrace lines he carved oh so long ago. He will remind Soubi of his place, line by line, cut by cut, and with each new drop of blood.]

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Old muse is old.

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LMAO OH GOD OOPS. :( Yes. SOUBI. XD

heh ^_^

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