Experiments and Poison (Minoru)

[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ Transparent tiptoes are writing my words of love ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;] Yoshiro leaned back in his chair, giving his eyes a rest. He had been studying the Petri dish in his microscope for hours now and the environment showed no signs of rapid advancement. It was soothing he was striving for. If it did, he could finally create an extremely fast acting poison that would paralyze his victim, at the same time making the nerves very hypersensitive. Rising his arms up to stretch them, he heard a crack and almost thought it was due to old age. ‘Well, it mostly is, but stiff muscles play a rather high part in it as well, ja?’ he thought before slowly standing up and glancing around his lab. So many poisons and so little time. Come to think of it, he hadn’t really made antidotes for any of them, which meant he would not try them on his Sacrifice. He let a smile come to his lips at the thought of his sacrifice. His adorable little Minoru. No matter how many times the younger said that he was a grown man, he still saw Minoru as that nine year old child he had seen in the dark room twenty eight years ago. ‘Has it really been that long?’ He questioned himself, but knew the answer was indeed yes. Looking at his watch he nearly marveled at the time. It was time to give Minoru his injections. If he was correct, it was the immunity injections this week. Today’s poisons included the Flu vaccine, Swine and West Nile. He knew that there was no way Minoru could get any of these, but it was still better to be safe than to be sorry. He had a feeling that Minoru absolutely hated those things, but it was just to make sure he was always healthy and in tip top shape. Sighing he picked up the dish and placed the top over it. ‘perhaps placing it in a container that’s four degrees higher will do the trick today?’ he thought before adjusting his ecosystem tank and placing the dish in it. He turned on his heel, walked back to the table, and opened the draw containing all of his needled. Per normal, these were labeled “Immunity”. Nodding his head gently, he took out all three needles and slowly closed the drawer and opened the one underneath it that contained the necessary fluids. He filled all of them up, making sure to use his thinnest needle, and placed them on a tray. He placed the tray in his arms and walked to the door where his, yes his, Minoru stay waiting, no doubt angry at him, but he was there. His adorable, he opened the door, little sacrifice. “Oh, Liebling! I have your next injections!” He practically song these words as he flipped on the light switch, a smile present on his face. .[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, bottom][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-bottom: -24px; margin-left: -09px;]◣[/style][STYLE= height: 100px; width: 100px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j393/roleplaypics5/kamui-gakupo-avatar-5.jpg); margin-bottom: 05px;][/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: 05px;]❝ Minoru ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: -14px;]❝ 475 words ❞[/style]

[Minoru Kawaguchi]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style][STYLE= margin-top: -57px; margin-right: 200px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #151515; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left;]I AM NOT IMMUNE,[/style] [STYLE=float: left; text-align: justify; margin-top: -64px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 214px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #1C1C1C; opacity: 0.7; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px;]I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU.[/style] [STYLE=width: 330px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F7F7F7; color: #1C1C1C; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; margin-top: 42px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;]Minoru sat in the far corner of his room, the room that had been his own private little prison for 24 years when suddenly the light had been flicked on, temporarily blinding him. Sure he probably could've gotten up to turn it on earlier, but he didn't bother with that very often anymore. He didn't bother with many things, to be honest. All he could feel was anger and despair, and they had eaten up anything and everything else he cared about long ago. Slowly, he lifted his head and glanced up at the man that had entered the room, singing that crappy little tune. He had an almost sickeningly happy smile on his face, too, and Minoru silently wished that he could just wipe it right off. Sadist. That man was a sadist, pure and simple. Sure, Minoru had idolized him and loved him when he was a kid, but now he knew better. Now he was Yoshiro's favourite experiment. However, today was different. If Minoru had studied the patterns, which he had, today was just his regular vaccinations, as ridiculous as it was. He never went out and no one ever came to see him, so how could he get sick? Yet the man who was so well known to the raven-haired man as a sadist still fretted about those things. Maybe something stayed in his head from their time at Septimal Moon, after all. Minoru groaned when he looked at the syringes in the scientist's hand. Three of them. Well, it was better than being pumped full of some strange toxin, so he couldn't exactly complain. Slowly, he got up, stretched a bit, and then moved over to his bed, where he undid his shirt and slipped his arm out of the sleeve, various scars from countless needles riddling his flesh. Such was the price you paid when you were the precious lab rat of a crazed scientist, after all. Slowly, he held his arm out, ready for the injections. "Just get it over with, Yoshi," he muttered, golden eyes glaring at the violet-haired scientist from behind raven coloured strands of hair. The sooner it was done, the better.[/style]

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[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ Touching your face, My Dear, I want to stroke it ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;] Yoshiro was almost surprised when Minoru, of his own free will, moved to his bed and removed his shirt. Normally, they would talk, or rather argue, for a few minutes before the older could talk some sense into the younger. His smile lessened a bit when he heard Minoru groan at him. “Come now Liebling, it’s only three and I even picked out the thinnest needles I have this time!” He mocked innocence as his eyes scanned the body that he had punctured and bandaged up so many times. He closed the door and nearly winced when it squeaked. ‘I have to oil that later.’ The thought crossed his mind as his feet crossed the floor to stand in front of his sacrifice. When would Minoru thank him for these shots? They were painful, yes, but they protected from disease and the like. Okay, most of them did, others were experimental poisons that he had had the antidote for in a matter of seconds if it looked as though death was approaching. Yoshiro stopped in front of the younger, amused of how messy the younger’s hair was. He had always expected the younger to keep it crisp and neat, but that was not the case. He set the tray down beside him and took a knee in front of Minoru, the smile still on his face. ‘Perhaps I should add iron pills to his vitamin list?’ He thought as he grasped the pale arm. He probed Minoru’s arm for a vein, wanting to avoid one that he had placed a poison and an antidote in, but he had made that mistake long ago with his first poison injection. He had stuck both main veins in his arms and since then, he’s tried to avoid them, but found that he could not whenever something that could help him was injected into his system. He grasped the first needle and made it squirt a bit, relieving it of air before it began to squirt liquid. A slight frown now adorned his features. “Are the injections really that bad Minoru-kun?” He looked up, trying to see those golden orbs he loved so much, “You do know that they are for your own good right? I would never hurt you on purpose.” This of course was a muse. Sometimes when he was angry, he would intentionally hurt Minoru and by the time he noticed what he did, it was too late to apologize for it. Well, this one would be early. “Liebling, Es tut mir leid.“ He said before pressing the needle into his skin. No matter how many times he did it, the flip in his stomach always came. Was it because that Minoru was his sacrifice and he had been taught to protect him no matter what the cost, or was it because be cared very very deeply.‘Perhaps a bit of both?' .[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, bottom][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-bottom: -24px; margin-left: -09px;]◣[/style][STYLE= height: 100px; width: 100px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j393/roleplaypics5/kamui-gakupo-avatar-5.jpg); margin-bottom: 05px;][/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: 05px;]❝Minoru ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: -14px;]❝ 485 words ❞[/style]

[Minoru Kawaguchi]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style][STYLE= margin-top: -57px; margin-right: 200px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #151515; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left;]I AM NOT IMMUNE,[/style] [STYLE=float: left; text-align: justify; margin-top: -64px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 214px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #1C1C1C; opacity: 0.7; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px;]I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU.[/style] [STYLE=width: 330px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F7F7F7; color: #1C1C1C; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; margin-top: 42px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;]"One is too many sometimes, Yoshi," Minoru muttered as he continued to hold his arm out for the scientist to stab. He knew these immunizations were beneficial to him, but he was tired of needles. If he wasn't getting immunized, he had to endure some poison testing, among other things. "I'm just tired. Tired of the injections, beneficial or not. But I know that you won't stop. Whatever. It doesn't matter. I'm just glad these are the immunizations." He knew that maybe he was being a little too bitter and spiteful, but hey, he had been locked up, enduring stuff like this since he was 13 years old. There was no reason for him not to dream of freedom and less experimental testing. Doesn't mean it'd come true, but hey, it was better than going insane. He rolled his eyes when he heard that the man never intended to hurt him. Sometimes, he would beg to differ. Then came the apology in German. While Minoru didn't know German fluently, he could at least understand some of the things his fighter said, and even reply to a degree. "Nein, du bist es nicht," he muttered, looking up at the scientist. There was always a reason for him to do what he does, and even less of one to feel remorseful for it. He may have tried to show that he really cared about Minoru, but it was plain to see that the man was a cold-hearted sadist, still the same. "You always do exactly what you mean to. Nothing more. Nothing less." And that was all there was to it, whether Yoshiro admitted it or not.[/style]

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[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝I will never make you have to say you're suffering. ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;] Yoshiro took a deep breath and sighed. Such was Minoru. ‘To be fair, you do give him injections every week. You never let him out of this room and you never let anyone down here.’ He shook his head a bit as he pushed in the liquid into Minoru’s arm. In hearing his sacrifice speak to him a bit in German, he smiled. He knew that Minoru knew certain phrases and while they did come in handy, he hoped that in speaking in his native language more, Minoru could learn more. He saw the vein jump and felt his stomach do another flip. How was it that he could do this easily to anyone else, but not to his own Sacrifice? ‘Perhaps because I was taught to always protect him.’ Yoshiro watched as the fluid drained out of the syringe. ‘when was the last time he’s seen the sun?’the thought ran through his mind as he slid the needle out of his arm. He grabbed an alcohol wipe and swiped it across Minoru’s arm before grabbing another needle. To be perfectly fair, he didn’t ALWAYS do what he meant to do. For example, he didn’t MEAN to act like a Bastard, as his “patients” always called him, but he just HAD to know their limits and the poisons’ effects. “Liebling,” He squirted some fluid, “I’ve been thinking. I observe that you are very pale, and I have analyzed it as being lack of sunlight.” He placed the needle in Minoru’s arm. “So I have a hypothesis that may be a solution to the problem.” He pressed down on the tip so it would deposit the flu vaccine. He looked up to his sacrifice’s eyes, a smile playing on his lips. “I hypothesize that a date will bring some color back to your skin.” He smiled wider before he pulled the needle back out, the fluids being gone. “Yes. I am sure that is what will be needed. Fresh air, shining sun,” He stood up slightly to sit on the bed next to Minoru, “perhaps I’ll even allow you to smoke just this once.” He looked towards the other waiting to see a reaction. “I’m going to make sure we go on a date at least once a week when my research does not call for me to work on it constantly. In this way you may get some well deserved air and I may get a break if I so need one. See? We both win.” He moved his head forwards to nuzzle his sacrifice. “You get a bit of freedom and I get to be with you around a mass of people, watching their jealous eyes upon us.” .[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, bottom][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-bottom: -24px; margin-left: -09px;]◣[/style][STYLE= height: 100px; width: 100px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i1083.photobucket.com/albums/j393/roleplaypics5/kamui-gakupo-avatar-5.jpg); margin-bottom: 05px;][/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: 05px;]❝ Minoru ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: -14px;]❝ 449 words ❞[/style]

[Minoru Kawaguchi]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style][STYLE= margin-top: -57px; margin-right: 200px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #151515; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left;]I AM NOT IMMUNE,[/style] [STYLE=float: left; text-align: justify; margin-top: -64px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 214px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #1C1C1C; opacity: 0.7; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px;]I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU.[/style] [STYLE=width: 330px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F7F7F7; color: #1C1C1C; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; margin-top: 42px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;]Minoru winced faintly as he felt the fine tip of the needle bite into his skin and pierce his vein, injecting its fluid contents straight into the sacrifice's bloodstream. There was one down. Two to go. Feeling the needle leave his arm, he sighed softly. What he wouldn't do for a life where he wouldn't need all these needles and shots. Especially the poisonous ones and their antidotes. Okay, he was always, ALWAYS thankful for the antidotes, but he wouldn't need those if there weren't any poisons being injected into his bloodstream, right? Right. Now, if only he could be rid of that. However, Yoshiro had no intention of ever stopping the injections, it seemed. Minoru suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the scientist. Did he really need to state the obvious like that? Of course his pasty white skin would be attributed to lack of sunlight. He never saw the sun in the first place. Wince. Another needle. Regardless, Yoshiro would have had to have been totally batty to think he'd be a nice tanned colour after sitting in a cellar for a majority of his life. After all, it wouldn't have made any sense at all! A hypothesis. He said he had a hypothesis about the "solution" to Minoru's lack of sun issue. Oh gee, he could only wonder what that could be. Tanning lotion? Vitamin D pills? Actually going into daylight? The list was practically endless. Okay, no, it wasn't really. The number of solutions to the "problem" were incredibly limited, and to call it a hypothesis when it was practically certain to be a perfect solution just... It just didn't sound like it fit the genius the man was supposed to be. Lo, and behold, the hypothesized solution was a trip outside. Good thing no one bet money on it being the tanning lotion, because that was way off. Of course the best solution would be daylight and fresh air! Of course, despite all his inner musings and mental complaints about the issue, the sacrifice remained silent, except for the ever so slight of groans. "...Yoshi, are you serious? You had to call that most basic diagnosis a 'hypothesis'? Really? Of course I probably need to get some sunlight. I haven't seen any in years," he said, finally, looking over at Yoshiro as he sat down next to him. Sure his attitude might put him into some form of trouble later, but really. As someone who grew up with this particular mad scientist, one would think that the young man would have learned something about biology and how the skin created pigment to protect against UV light. "However, as dumb as calling it a hypothesis sounded, it's... probably not the worst idea you've ever come up with..." the raven-haired sacrifice continued after a moment, glancing away. He wasn't completely sure about the date part of the outing thing. It personally felt a lot like Yoshiro was going out to walk his dog, and that it so happened that Minoru was that dog. He was allowed to go outside... but he might as well be bound by the length of a leash. Some freedom. But fresh air was fresh air, and as much as the idea of being taken out for a walk like a dog bothered him, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was going to take what he could get, like it or not. "...So... That sounds good. It's been a long while since I last saw the city, after all. I don't think I've really seen it much since we came here," he admitted, trying to think back. He had been let out of the cell countless times between their arrival to the present date, but he couldn't remember if he had been outside of Transcendere Fatum's walls in those 24 long years. Ha, probably not. Yoshiro was always an egotistic and possessive man, as well as a bit of a sadist. If there was any way to flaunt what he had to someone else, he was likely to jump at it. This time, it looked like he wanted to flaunt Minoru to people. It was a bit odd for him, but then again, the line between genius and madness was only hair-thin.[/style]

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[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝Blood and sweat mixed together, turn before long into drops of purple❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;] At his sacrifice’s words he let a heavy sigh leave his lips. “Ja. I am. While it maybe a “basic” diagnosis, it is most likely the best solution in comparison to your current standings” Right, he had to remember that Acting out of the Goodness of his Heart was key that something was wrong or that a huge experiment was coming his way. Did he really do things like that? Of course he did. Having the subject relaxed is the easiest way to stick needles in their arms and the like. It was also the easiest way to wheedle them into doing that of which he wished. Which this could have very well been one of those times. ‘Perhaps the new poison I’m trying? Although I don’t have an antidote yet.’ The thought passed through his mind as he looked his sacrifice in the eyes. How he loved those eyes. He loved them even more when they were pain ridden sometimes. That let him know that Minoru was still alive and everything was working as it should. Once he heard Minoru agree, he smiled wide. “I’m glad you like the idea Liebling. And you really haven’t missed anything though.” Yoshiro glanced towards a wall. “It really hasn’t changed at all, but there are new shops and stores there.” His mind drifted a bit as he actually took a while to look around the room. Besides the bed, a desk and the light, the room was extremely bare. It was big, yes, but bare none of the less. His eyebrows knitted together. Even his room had more than this, and he rarely went in there! ‘Perhaps I could put a barred window in here. I don’t want him to leave.’ He thought, eyeing the wall farthest from him. Though there was the problem of him somehow betting out of the room even with the windows barred. ‘Wait, we’re underground…that rules out that option. Well, having him come up once a week is more than enough right?’ He could hear the little voice in his head say “no”. ‘Then maybe he can come out a little more often? Maybe I’ll handcuff him to me if I decide to do that.’ He turned his head back to his sacrifice. Handcuffs? That wasn’t a bad idea for their date, but ‘I’m sure that would get me arrested. Perhaps just holding tightly to his hand is enough?’ He took in a deep breath and sighed heavily. He reached over his sacrifice to grab the final needle. He squirted some liquid out again and held it to Minoru’s arm. “Do…” he paused. He wasn’t sure why, but he did, “…you have anyplace you want to go? A restaurant? A zoo? An aquarium? A library?” He was just naming off choices. If Minoru decided that he didn’t know, he could just ask Arashi ,or even Nico, where to take Minoru on a date. They were all about the same age after all. He began to push the needle inside, noting that it turned the skin slightly green. His eyebrows knitted together as he pushed some in Minoru, only to pale slightly and take out the needle quickly, but carefully. It was venom, not an immunization. How could be have been so blind as to confuse the two?! He was angry at himself, but he had to focus on Minoru. To get him not to panic…even though he knew that he probably wouldn’t, but still. “ Liebling. Stay still and don’t panic.” His voice was clam. ‘it’s not too dangerous, but I could kill him even in the small amount of dosage I’ve given him.’ He thought before bending down and placing his lips over Minoru’s arm. “Sie müssen noch bleiben.” He whispered before beginning to suck out the poison. .[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, bottom][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-bottom: -24px; margin-left: -09px;]◣[/style][STYLE= height: 100px; width: 100px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o125/elwetara001/Vocaloid/Kamui%20Gakupo/21122603.png); margin-bottom: 05px;][/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: 05px;]❝ Minoru❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: -14px;]❝ 632 words ❞[/style]

[Minoru Kawaguchi]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style][STYLE= margin-top: -57px; margin-right: 200px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #151515; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left;]I AM NOT IMMUNE,[/style] [STYLE=float: left; text-align: justify; margin-top: -64px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 214px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #1C1C1C; opacity: 0.7; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px;]I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU.[/style] [STYLE=width: 330px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F7F7F7; color: #1C1C1C; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; margin-top: 42px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;]Minoru snorted as he looked away. There was an insanely good chance that Yoshiro was plotting more experiments. After all, when was he not? It was just whether or not he was going to perform them on him, or even when. The man was incredibly good at getting people to become his test subjects one way or another, and it helped when you were kept confined with little to no hope of escape. Minoru glanced back, golden eyes meeting with the icy cold orbs for a moment. They had always been that way, even though it was obvious the man obsessed about the emotion that could cloud the Sacrifice's eyes at times. He was a cold, methodical man after all, and occasionally caused him pain just to revel in the pain and emotions that would be all too obvious on his face. Honestly, Yoshiro was just sick half of the time. Those moments occasionally followed moments where he either smiled or frowned, and the Sacrifice saw the Fighter smile at him, but for once it wasn't the shark-like grin he was used to. Just what was he plotting...? "Is that so...?" uttered Minoru non-committedly as he observed Yoshiro staring at the wall as if seeing it for the first time. Really, had he hit his head or something? He was acting really rather strange, and Minoru felt his eyebrows knit together in confusion as he watched the man look around the room as if he was either bored by the lack of anything there, or disgusted for that matter. It was really rather hard to tell. He continued to look around the room before he lifted another syringe, a small pit forming in Minoru's stomach. He was used to needles, but was it a good thing for him if the scientist was so... distracted? Likely not. He managed to keep himself still and calm, but something bothered him. Not that he'd admit that, of course. Then he asked him where he would like to go if he went outside. Aha, so this was what was distracting him so much. How... totally out of character for him. Well, it was probably more in his character 24 years prior, but not anymore. Now he just spent all his time cooped up in his lab or experimenting on him, or others. Now, Minoru had dreamed of being able to go outside for 24 years, but never once had he actually thought of places he'd go to had he the chance, so he sat there, trying to figure out the answer to the question. He had finally thought of something, and opened his mouth to reply when suddenly, Yoshiro realized something and yanked the syringe out of his arm before he had pushed much of the fluid in. "Yoshi...?" breathed Minoru as he looked up at the man and then looked over to his arm, which had discoloured to some minor extent already. Not to mention his arm felt strange. Not good. This wasn't an immunization, and he had been poisoned enough times to be able to recognize the symptoms almost immediately. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on remaining as still and calm as he could. Panicking or moving too much could accelerate his heartbeat, which would pump the poison through his blood faster. In cases of accidental poisoning, it was best to just listen to Yoshiro and let him do his thing. "...I... knew it. You're not yourself today. This sort of thing... it's not like you, Yoshi."[/style]

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[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ I take away all pain just trust me❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;] Yoshiro’s eyes rolled up to his sacrifice as he spoke. ‘You are correct Minoru. I am not myself today…well as far as you know, I’m not myself today.’ Truth was that Yoshiro always cared for Minoru, but his way of showing it was the same as his father’s. He had never adopted his mother’s kind, gentle ways. He had adopted his fathers aggressive, rough ways and that’s how his father showed his love. He even hit Yoshiro in…sensitive places to show him HOW much he loved him. Yoshiro hollowed in his cheeks and once he had a descent amount of the poison in his lips, he let go of Minoru’s arm and turned to spit it away. He examined the blood for all of two seconds before repeating the process several times before Minoru’s blood looked like it was supposed to. He recognized the color and had to smile in relief. His face lit up once he realized it was THAT poison. He took a few deep breaths of relief before standing in one fluid motion. “Wait right here Liebling.” Yoshiro said before opening the door and walking out, slightly stumbling as he did. ’Must be my old age kicking in, ne?’ his eyes scanned his office and he walked over to one of his cabinets. ‘Cholrifineate, a poison I developed to make the senses hypersensitive at the same time dulling the mind.’ He thought as he looked for the antidote. The lavender colored poison’s antidote color was gold, just like Minoru’s eyes and he had taken his time to make it such a color. Since he had made and tested this particular poison on himself… ’ It has been awhile since I did that.’ A grin crept across his face. Lightly taking the antidote within his hand, he stood, his bones cracking again to old age. He lightly frowned. His old age was really beginning to get on his nerves, but he couldn’t really do anything to stop it now could he? But, that that was soon replaced on the price he would have Minoru pay to get the antidote. Knowing the raven, he would refuse any type of suggestion when it involved acting like the couple they were, but seeing his flustered face was always worth the rage he endured. He walked slowly back into Minoru’s room, his smile back on his face. “Good news Liebling!” he strode over to Minoru, “ the poison isn’t fatal!” the smile got even wider now. Purple hair bounced lightly as he knelt back down by Minoru. “The bad news is that the poison will make you hypersensitive and make your mind hazy, if it hasn’t gotten to that point already. Another piece of good news is that I found the antidote, and the ONLY thing you have to do to get it is to do EVERYTHING I say, exactly how I say it for a full month. Starting form when I inject the antidote. Though…” He smiled a wicked smile. “ I wonder what you would do to get it? Maybe a kiss?” His mind wheeled the possibilities of what Minoru might do. He leaned in closer to his Sacrifice. “What will it be Liebling? Let the poison take you over and leave you at my mercy? Or just give me a kiss, get the antidote and let me command you for a month?” He sloshed the contents of the golden liquid. .[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, bottom][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-bottom: -24px; margin-left: -09px;]◣[/style][STYLE= height: 100px; width: 100px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i891.photobucket.com/albums/ac113/Onigiri_Iconz/VOCALOID/Gakupo/30.png); margin-bottom: 05px;][/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: 05px;]❝ tagged Minoru;[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: -14px;]❝ 000 words 571;[/style]

[Minoru Kawaguchi]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style][STYLE= margin-top: -57px; margin-right: 200px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #151515; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left;]I AM NOT IMMUNE,[/style] [STYLE=float: left; text-align: justify; margin-top: -64px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 214px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #1C1C1C; opacity: 0.7; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px;]I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU.[/style] [STYLE=width: 330px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F7F7F7; color: #1C1C1C; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; margin-top: 42px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;]Minoru watched as the elder man tended to him, sucking the toxin out of his bloodstream. However, it seemed as though something was still happening within his body. His skin was starting to react to every slightest touch, and it began to tingle all throughout the rest of his body almost painfully, while at the same time, he found his ability to focus on anything but what his body was experiencing... slipping away. It was almost frightening, but as the seconds ticked by, even his sense of fear was draining from him. Just what was that poison? “Wait right here Liebling.” With those words, the lavender-haired scientist left the room for a few moments, leaving Minoru to glare at his back. Just what did he do to him this time? Whatever it was, it seemed as though he knew just what it was, since he left the raven-haired man's side. Even with his ability to think slipping from him like dust through his fingers, he knew that the man wouldn't leave his side if he thought that he was going to die. Or, if he did leave, it'd be a rapid out, grab the antidote, and then back in kind of thing. No. The man's posture looked relaxed. That meant he would be okay. That was reassuring, but the tingling in his skin was getting almost painful, and he just wanted it to stop. Moments later, Yoshiro casually strode back into the room, a vial in hand. That was, without a doubt, the antidote. He close to never injected poisons that didn't have an antidote into the Sacrifice. He was a precious specimen to him. His beloved Sacrifice, with whom he's made all kinds of scientific breakthroughs, and lab rat all in one package. He wouldn't want to lose him just yet. Sure enough, he announced that the poison wasn't fatal and Minoru couldn't help but glare at Yoshiro intensely from behind unkempt black bangs. This man, who he had almost admired as a child, had become something detestable. He was a monster now. A monster who delighted in poisoning and torturing the one person he possibly cared about. As expected, the effects that he was experiencing were indeed from the poison, and the man held the antidote in his hand, ready and willing to give it to him, if he submitted to him. More anger bubbled up from deep within Minoru, but given his increasingly hazy mind, there was nothing he could do about it. He hated Yoshiro for being like this, but there was nothing that he could do about it at that moment. He was desperate for relief from this, but was he willing to be more subserviant for a month? “What will it be Liebling? Let the poison take you over and leave you at my mercy? Or just give me a kiss, get the antidote and let me command you for a month?” Gritting his teeth, Minoru hung his head momentarily as he struggled to get his brain to work, despite the poison causing it to become cloudy. However, he couldn't think of any sort of argument, and he only became more frustrated with his current situation as time wore on. "...Fine." he spat out, lifting his head to glare intensely at Yoshiro before he leaned in and pressed his lips to the elder man's, kissing him. Now, he'd better keep his word and give him the antidote, or there would be hell to pay later. He would show him the true meaning of the name Lament.[/style]

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[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ Illusions, the understanding of everything; I am no longer a person, This is the night of madness I wished for ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;] Yoshiro looked at his sacrifice with much delight. It seemed as though he was having an inner conflict that needed to be solved, but with his mind as it was, Yoshiro knew it would be next to impossible. He was sure the next thing out of his sacrifice’s mouth would surely be along the lines of was he crazy? If he had to answer that question. ‘The answer would be yes every time Liebling. My love for you drives me mad, or perhaps it is revenge that’s driving me mad? Who knows. Somehow, some way, I…’ his train of thought was broken when his sacrifice leaned up and kissed him. There were few things that caught the Fighter off guard: being hit on by a younger male, his hypothesis being wrong, but this had surely taken the cake. If Yoshiro’s ear’s were still in fact, he was sure they would be drooping right now. He wanted a little spark in Minoru’s eyes before the kiss. They usual defiant look he had grown so accustomed to. Pulling back he smiled bitterly. “Okay, here is the antidote.” His voice was cold and stern, much like whenever he was disappointed that an experiment had gone wrong, and in actuality, it had. He opened the vial and turned the bottle up to his lips. He tipped it back before pooling it in his mouth. It tingled his tongue and it felt as though it was burning it a little bit. It was probably because he still had some of the poison running though his own system. ‘if it burns, it means it’s still working.’ He grasped Minoru’s chin with his free hand and covered his lips with his own. He poured the fluid inside of Minoru’s lips. He drew back after expelling all of the liquid from his mouth and a frown settled on his face. He could feel his heart starting to beat wildly. This was one of the few times he absolutely hated those golden orbs. His mother. His mother had those same colored orbs and whenever he got angry, he recalled his mother never listening to a thing he said because she thought it was so crazy and illogical. ‘well, had you listened, you possibly would have lived to see me graduate all the way Mutti.’ He thought as he felt his body go numb. Yes, this was the side she said was illogical. The reason why some of the students at the school had given him the nickname he had come to dread because it was so true: Dr. Demento. His once bright purple eyes, were now dull and wide. “Minoru-kun. Stay here and don’t move, no matter what you may hear.” He said before walking briskly out of the room before slamming the door. His body and his hands shook. With rage, sadness, insanity? He did not know, but he did know that he wanted to rip everything in his path apart; not caring if acid was nearby. “Everything.” He muttered. “Everything should be erased. Things that lie, things that are forced.” His eyes dilated and a wide grin formed on his face. “EVERYYTHING!” the bellow cased his glasses to quake a bit. He strode over to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a jar. It swished with a bright green liquid. His smile became wider as he stalked to another room. What Minoru possibly didn’t know was that he wasn’t the only sacrifice he kept down there. There were failed Mendax down there that if they hit a certain age and no change was seen, they would be experimented on. He opened the door. “Hello number Thirteen. How are we today?” he called to the dark room before flipping the switch on. The body twitched and tried to scoot backwards. “Now, Now. Please don’t be like that. If only you could have shown that you had developed a fighter’s ability, it wouldn’t have come to this.” He screwed open the jar. A pungent order left the liquid. If one could choose what it smelled like, it would probably be death. He sloshed the liquid inside, his eyes wide with fascination. “Restrict and chain. You shall stay here forever.” Chains flew out to the cowering boy and wrapped around him. Even though Yoshi…no Dr.Demento had used a weak spell, he still didn’t counter or break from it. He tsked and shook his head. “Fine then, be that way.” He walked over to the restrained male and grabbed his jaw. He squeezed it and he could see the boy fighting to keep it closed. “I do not mind breaking your jaw. I’ve done it so many times in the past.” He smiled and pried the boy’s lips apart. Once he had the boy’s mouth open, he poured the liquid inside, watching in delight as he almost drowned the boy. He backed off just a bit before the boy sputtered and chocked on it. His body began to shake and his own eyes dilated before he fell to his stomach. “With the rate of this eating away at your cells, you’ll be gone by tomorrow morning.” He reached down and yanked off the necklace the boy wore, the neck was decaying and he laughed loud and hard. “Enjoy your death Thirteen!” he laughed as he walked out of the room. Laughs racked his body before he began to tear his room apart. He scattered his papers, he broke his syringes, he cracked all of his environments, and he even burst poisons and antidotes. Once he was down, his hair had come out and was sprawled all around him, panting heavily. The floor was a nice shade of reds and purples. His eyes scanned his walls before knocking the diplomas and pictures down, all the while smiling laughing saying, “Everything. Everything has to be erased! All for my dear Sacrifice!” he had cuts and burns on his hands and a long gash across his right check before he staggered back to minoru’s room. “Lllleeeiiibblliiinnngggg~.” He sang. “ I’m baackkk.” He walked slowly back to his sacrifice, the crazed smile still evident on his face. “I’ve gotten rid of everything that wasn’t perfect in my office. Even number thirteen. Or Kasuki hitsugaya.” He named all failed Mendax Thirteen. His hand and face both bled, but the only thing he cared about was his sacrifice. Just his Minoru. He staggered to the said sacrifice and dropped to his knees in front of him. “I did good right libeling?” His eyes were unseeing now. The adrenaline rush had gone out of him, leaving him drained. He rested his unmarked cheek on Minoru’s lap and murmured again, “I did a good thing right Liebling?” .[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[Minoru Kawaguchi]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style][STYLE= margin-top: -57px; margin-right: 200px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #151515; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left;]I AM NOT IMMUNE,[/style] [STYLE=float: left; text-align: justify; margin-top: -64px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 214px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #1C1C1C; opacity: 0.7; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px;]I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU.[/style] [STYLE=width: 330px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F7F7F7; color: #1C1C1C; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; margin-top: 42px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;]As soon as their lips parted, and he reopened his eyes, alarm bells sounded in his head as he noted the expression on Yoshiro's face. It was a bitter smile, like something hadn't gone quite according to his expectations, and that never boded well. A disappointed Yoshiro tended to be an even more unstable Yoshiro. All traces of the anger and defiance faded from the raven-haired Sacrifice's eyes and became uncertain as the alarm continued to ring out even as the Fighter kept his word, pouring the golden liquid into his mouth and kissing Minoru once more, making him drink the potion in that manner, which he did without hesitation. He needed the relief the antidote would provide him. Once they parted again, Minoru fixed his uncertain golden eyes on the fighter again, watching him warily and cautiously. "...Yoshi... I..." he started, not really understanding what he was trying to say, himself. He just needed to say something. He needed to stop Yoshiro before it was too late. When the fighter got agitated, he was like a volatile substance that got all shaken up, and whatever resulted from his explosion was never a good thing. Unfortunately, it seemed that he was too late, and he fell silent, his own golden eyes widening as he took in the wild expression on the scientist and he sat there, almost petrified as he watched him leave. This... was not good. And sure enough, it wasn't. The first thing he heard from outside was a crazed exclamation that he needed to erase everything, and then it seemed as though he walked away... to talk to someone? He couldn't hear what was going on exactly, but eventually, the muffled talking gave way to pained screams from someone, and Minoru could only feel a cold sweat develop as he tried desperately to cover his ears, and not listen to what was happening. But that was too much to ask for, apparently, because then there was loud crashing sounds, like he was destroying his lab. No, that's exactly what it was. In the midst of the utter chaos outside of his cell, he could hear him yelling again that he had to erase everything... for him. And then he returned, looking as crazed as ever. Minoru paled, staring up at the embodiment of madness before him. He had to stop him. He had to do something about this. There was no way he could allow this to continue. He trembled lightly as he watched the crazed and wounded Fighter drop down in front of him and rest his unhurt cheek on his lap, asking if he did a good thing. No, he didn't, but Minoru knew better. Speaking honestly like that was a death wish. He wanted to be able to live at least long enough to put an end to Yoshiro's madness one way or another. "E-Enough..." he managed, finally as he reached down to Yoshiro's head, carefully embracing it as he leaned down, his fingers gently stroking his violet hair. "That's... enough. You... did enough for now." As much as it sickened him to have to play his game, it was better than the alternative. He simply had to calm the mad man down. He had to put an end to this hell.[/style]

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[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ It's boring if everything is sweet, right? Would you like to clean your mouth with something bitter? ❞[/style][STYLE= width: 250px; border-right: #373737 dashed 01px; border-left: #373737 dashed 01px; border-top: #373737 solid 10px; border-bottom: #373737 solid 10px; padding: 10px; background: #fafafa; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #6f6f6f; font-family: tahoma;] Yoshiro listened carefully to his Sacrifice’s breathing. It seemed a bit odd. His eyes began to widen again. What if someone had snuck in and hurt him while he was gone?! He could feel his heart rate pick up again before feeling his head being embraced. He blinked at the words being said. It was enough. He smiled at the warmth his sacrifice provided him. ‘For now it is clean enough for you to walk out? That’s good.’ He thought, relaxing into the touch Minoru provided. “Liebling, what if…they were wrong. Hoshi and the others in Septimal Moon. What if they had actually taken my research and allowed me my will. Do you think your life would have been different?” he mused aloud, glancing at Minoru with weary eyes. He didn’t seem to wait for a reply, but he probably did and didn’t hear it. Normally in these fits, he lost all track of time and the world around him. “Perhaps you could have been happier than now. There is the possibility you could be more miserable than you are now as well. If I had stayed, I probably would have been working on Kami no Chi. I dropped the project after we left though. I would have been able to create a perfect being. A perfect Sacrifice or a perfect Fighter. One that would have an impenetrable immune system,” He brought a bloodied hand to his bloody check, “A body that could take immense damage and still have the stamina to go on.” He slid the hand over to the bed sheets and smeared the blood on them, a disgusted look on his face. He placed the now clean hand on Minoru’s thigh. “Liebling, shall I continue that project? I should still have some thirteens left. Since they failed as Mendax, perhaps they can serve a different purpose?” he nuzzled his face in Minoru’s lap. ‘Yes, this way, my old age won’t get in the way of protecting you. Nor will you HAVE to take your immunizations. It will only add to your perfection.’ Yoshiro slid his eyes closed. “ May we know nothing but peace. No one will invade our sanctuary.” He murmured under his breath, placing a ward on the door way. He knew no one would come in there, but just in the off chance someone did, they wouldn’t disturb them. “Minoru-sama,” his breathing had slow down considerably, “I am sorry. Bitte verzeihen Sie mir.“ He could feel his eyes prick and sting and he could not place why. He’s going to leave you. Yoshiro gently jumped at a voice in the back of his head. He’s going to leave you and you’ll never see him again. He gently closed his fist on Minoru’s thigh. Was this just the exhaustion playing tricks on his mind, or perhaps it was what he thought was someone else’s voice. He couldn’t match the face with the voice, but he knew he hated it. “ verzeihen Sie mir. verzeihen Sie mir. verzeihen Sie mir.“ He mummured the words over and over again like a mantra. This went on for several minutes before he stopped and took a deep breath. He expelled it slowly before standing up and looking At Minoru. A smile crossed his face, it was wide and nearly reached his eyes. A typical Yoshiro smile was displayed, but Dr.Demento still lingered in the mind. ”Minoru-sama. The lab’s chemicals may be fatal,“ He held out a hand,“So until farther notice, I’ll confine you in my room. Of course you are welcome to stay in my rooms even after the lab is cleaned...“he looked away, a light blush dusting his face, making the wound bleed a little more,“That is, If you want to.“ .[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, bottom][atrb=style, width:300px, btable][STYLE= color: #373737; font-size: 80px; margin-bottom: -24px; margin-left: -09px;]◣[/style][STYLE= height: 100px; width: 100px; border-top-right-radius: 30px; border: #373737 solid 10px; background: url(http://i1124.photobucket.com/albums/l572/BeIiver/Kamui%20Gakupo/9.png); margin-bottom: 05px;][/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: 05px;]❝ Minoru ❞[/style][STYLE= color: #d5d5d5; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; background: #373737; padding: 05px; margin-bottom: -14px;]❝ 664 words ❞[/style]

[Minoru Kawaguchi]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url('http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg'); border-right: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-left: 1px dotted #1C1C1C; border-bottom: 3px solid #1C1C1C; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px;] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style] [STYLE=float: right; border: 4px solid #1C1C1C; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: -60px;][/style][STYLE= margin-top: -57px; margin-right: 200px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 23px; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #151515; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: left;]I AM NOT IMMUNE,[/style] [STYLE=float: left; text-align: justify; margin-top: -64px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 214px; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; color: #1C1C1C; opacity: 0.7; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px;]I ONLY WANNA BE LOVED, BUT I FEEL SAFE BEHIND THE FIREWALL. CAN I LOSE MY NEED TO IMPRESS? IF YOU WANT THE TRUTH, I NEED TO CONFESS: I AM NOT ALRIGHT, I'M BROKEN INSIDE, BROKEN INSIDE. AND ALL I'VE GONE THROUGH, IT LEADS ME TO YOU.[/style] [STYLE=width: 330px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; background-color: #F7F7F7; color: #1C1C1C; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; border-top: 3px solid #1C1C1C; margin-top: 42px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;]Minoru sat there, staring down at the mentally disturbed scientist as he rested his hand on the back of his head. What should he do? The man was on the shaky, yet very unstable line between the man that he knew to be his Fighter and the mad scientist that tortured him and the lives of so many others. If only there was any way to bring him back to the side of sanity... Then Yoshi spoke up again, bringing the Sacrifice out of his thoughts. What if they had stayed in Septimal Moon? Would he be happier there? Well, there was little doubt that he wouldn't have been locked up in the basement of Yoshi's personal laboratory, that was for sure. Septimal Moon was a place that tended to favor Sacrifices over their Fighters, after all. "It's... hard to say, Yoshi," the Sacrifice admitted quietly, stroking the violet hair in his lap as he tilted his head almost thoughtfully. There was the possibility that things could have gone a lot better for him, but like Yoshi said there was the possibility that he could have become any more miserable than he was now. But at least he most likely wouldn't have been locked up. "Anything is possible, but maybe... Maybe something might have been at least marginally better had we stayed, even if you couldn't complete your project." He shrugged noncommittally and then glanced back down at Yoshi. "A body that can withstand a lot of damage and keep going... Didn't you help start something similar before we left? Something about units that couldn't feel pain?" he asked, furrowing his brow curiously. After all, he could've sworn that sort of experiment was already done. It had been almost half a century since then, however, so he couldn't blame Yoshi if he couldn't remember. Minoru bit his lip when Yoshi asked him if he should resume his research on perfecting the human body and using the Thirteens as further guinea pigs. This was the side that sickened him, though he knew he could do nothing about it. Yoshi was a ruthless and relentless scientist and would do anything to reach his goal. Even succumb to his own madness and kidnap his Sacrifice to secretly experiment on in his own facility. "...Even if I had any objections, you'd go ahead with it anyway, so why are you asking me?" he muttered after a while, turning his head away to glare off at the corner of the room. He hated his situation with everything he had, but he could only imagine what it was like for those poor failed experiments just rotting in the nearby cell block. If he were one of them, instead of Yoshi's beloved Sacrifice, he would likely have been praying that someone or something would just end his suffering right there. It was then that Yoshi began to plead to him for forgiveness, chanting the German words like a mantra and causing Minoru to grit his teeth almost painfully as he struggled against it. Part of him was definitely the child who was thrown into this cell when he was 13, and wanted desperately to find a way to help Yoshi, to forgive him and save him from his madness. The rest was, unfortunately rather bitter and spiteful and wanted nothing to do with that man. It was a battle that raged on for over 20 years and didn't seem to want to let up. "...Wofür?" was the Sacrifice's only reply as he continued to look away. There was a long list of painful things he had endured after all. "Was soll ich verzeihe dir?" Then Yoshi stood and held out his hand, stating that the fumes of the chemicals could possibly kill him. Well, of course they would if a large number of them were toxic poisons. Fighting the urge to roll his golden eyes, he sighed softly and lifted his hand to take the older male's. He knew better than to fight him right now. He needed him to remain calm and hopefully return to his Yoshiro state, not the awful "Dr. Demento" that he had the tendency to become. "...Alright. I could do with some different scenery for a change," he replied, glancing around at his cell. It was very sparingly decorated and only had the few things he had actually asked for dotted around here and there, after all. "I'll... think about it though."[/style]

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