lament's corruption (Yoshi)

[Sakurai Yamura]

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[classy=overture][classy=paradox] When it came to finals week and the days before the summer breaks, students weren't the only ones stressed out by them. Teachers were as well considering they had to grade the exams as well as create them and get grades in...just all of that fun stuff. It wasn't his favorite thing in the world, teaching...especially when students didn't like listening or doing their work. Or were just obnoxious. Then again...hadn't he been like that when he was younger? He skipping school, talked back to his teachers...and all sorts of other things that now he wondered what he had even been thinking. Of course, back then it had all been to spite his parents...who wanted to control every aspect of his life. You'd think that he wouldn't have wanted that with a Sacrifice. Reita...wasn't like that though. He wasn't even controlling. He didn't need to be. Sakurai did it because...well he wanted to. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he carried the cake box from the sweets shop. He wasn't a big fan of sweet things, but Reita had a terrible sweet tooth. It was just a good thing he wasn't diabetic...he didn't want to be responsible for a diabetic coma because he couldn't resist indulging in Reita's sweet tooth by showing up with said sweets. He may not enjoy eating them, but he did enjoy buying them for another's enjoyment. Especially his Sacrifice. Everybody else could go buy their own damn sweets. He left the cake in his car to take back to Reita later before heading across the street, with a laptop case in hand along with several folders and a notebook filled with who knows what. Finding a nice place to settle down, he flipped the notebook - filled with student grades, actually and began inputting them onto the computer so they could be submitted. There was a time when...everything was done by hand. These days, everything was in a computer system. While it did lead to better organization and less paperwork, he kept a grade book as backup incase something happened. Nothing worse than losing grades.... [/classy][/classy]

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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;]❝ MY INTENTION IS TO UNWRAP THAT "PACKAGE" ❞[/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 sighed as he looked at one of the many boxes in his hand. He had long ago told Minoru that he wasn't to smoke, but the fighter always broke down and bought some for him. It was odd. Whenever Minoru smoked all of his cigarettes, Yoshiro would just go out and buy more for him. But, they made Minoru happy, and he deserved a little happiness. He did agree that keeping him locked up was a bit much especially for about twenty something years, but it was for his own protection. ‘Hmm. I think he’s getting better though. He doesn’t seem to smoke AS much. And he’s not going through his boxes as fast.’ He thought as blue eyes ripped from the box. He walked over to the driver’s side of his car and placed the gifts carefully in the passenger’s seat. He closed the door and placed the key in the ignition before turning it. It jumped on and he smiled. It purred just like a kitten. ‘Perhaps I shall teach Minoru how to drive one day?’ He thought before pulling off slowly. He slowly pressed on the gas pedal to increase his speed. He was a while away from the school and it was all because of Minoru’s gift. He only liked a certain type of cigarette and that store was the only one who sold it. He drove until he pulled over to a park. His thoughts not coming off of his Sacrifice and he couldn’t help but to swerve every now and again whenever that face popped into his mind. That wild hair, the pale smooth skin, the defiant look and those golden eyes of his. He couldn’t help but to panic slightly when he thought about leaving him. He never did like to leave Minoru, but he was the only one who knew exactly what cigarettes Minoru liked and where to get them…not to mention, he needed some more things for the lab. He looked in the back seat to a box that contained acids and beakers as well as some new environments. It was his fault he needed to buy them and use his school’s public lab since he’s destroyed his own. He pulled his wrist to his line of sight and looked at the time. He still had about two hours before he really HAD to be back. He’d told himself to try to be away from Minoru for three, but when he normally went out, it was always rushed and he was back within thirty minutes. Another sigh left the man’s lips before he turned his car off. ‘Perhaps awhile here will take me mind off of it? He thought before removing his keys and opening his car door. He stepped out and closed it gently before patting the hood. “Okay Gold Pirahnaconda, protect those ne?” he joked. Guess he still spoke to his car like he did in the past. He turned on the alarm before walking away into the park itself. He saw little children playing and adults socializing with one another. There was the occasional couple and he felt a slight constriction in his chest. He should have brought Minoru with him. What kind of fighter was he? A one that needs a break? Yoshiro paused slightly before walking again. Demento was awake again. You must have missed me. Just as much as your free time. Yoshiro shook it off and began to walk again, nodding his head in greeting to passerbys that made eye contact with him. ’ I missed you about as much as a child misses a cold on their birthday.’ Yoshiro steered his body to the grass so that he would not have to bump into couples and families on the cemented path. He could hear demento chuckle at his insult. Before a burning pain shot through his head. ‘ whatever you are planning, please cease and desist!’ Demento chuckled again. Hate to say it, but it’s not me this time Yoshiro. Yoshiro stopped flat out as he gazed around. There was a fighter here?! Since he’s been around everyone in his school, they didn’t bother him too much. The only way his head could be hurting in this degree was…”Either a rogue unit… or Septimal Moon.” He snarled below his breath. But how did he find it or them? Hahahahaeheheheh. Just follow your headache. I won’t act up…promise! Yoshiro looked left and right, wary of Demento. He proved a very good point, but his words couldn’t always be trusted. Maybe this headache WAS him and maybe it wasn’t. ‘ Process of elimination it is then.’ He thought before following his headache. .[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[Sakurai Yamura]

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[classy=overture][classy=paradox] Sakurai worked daily around other Fighters as well as other units and they were relatively weaker units because they were younger, so their rings will a rather dull ring in the back of his head. Not enough to give him a headache or anything...but just there. Always there. He was sure his ring in the heads of his students was just a little bit louder than compared to their own. Occasionally, he would get an exceptional Fighter whose presence did more than just buzz around the back of his mind. As his fingers glided across the keyboard of his laptop to finish inputting the grades, a sharp ring bounced around his head. It was sharp and painful against whatever inside ones brain caused the ringing when another Fighter was near. Simply from how...strong it was. It was definitely not one of his students, or probably even a young person who knew nothing about the units. He saved the grades and locked his computer so that a password would have to be input in order for somebody to access his laptop, pushed the papers into a folder and then put his laptop as well as his folders into his computer bag. It was either a rogue unit or a Transcendere Fatum. The other organization hadn't really caused them any problems as of late, but if it was... It was getting closer to his location, he could tell that much. "Hmn," for a moment he almost thought about calling Reita...but then decided against it. He was more than capable of handling anything on his own. He would call him after it was dealt with, but for now...His gaze shifted back and forth curiously, looking for whoever was closing in on him. There was an older man heading closer towards him. That must be it. No wonder it was strong. Usually the older one was, the more experienced and the stronger they were. He didn't say anything to him, only double checking that it was him who was nearing and not anybody else. Something about him...was familiar, but he couldn't place him. Or the off feeling he was getting from him. He'd eat his laptop if this man wasn't the one he was looking for... [/classy][/classy]

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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;]❝ THAT IS THE VERY DEFINITION OF A "BAD JOKE" ❞[/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;] Left…Left….Left.. AHahahaahaha! I lied Right! Now go Right some more. Pfft! I lied again! Hahaahahaaha! Demento was really starting to get on Yoshiro’s nerves. He could make the fighter’s head ache as though he was crossing another fighter. Yoshiro did, however, realize that Demento would go quite whenever he got close to the other unit. It was only for a splut second but soon had gotten noticeable to the older fighter. Yoshiro took a few steps to his left and immediately heard chuckles. Hahahahaha! You can do it! You’re close Yoshi! Hahahahaha! Yoshiro frowned and began walking to his right. Silence was met and the headache increased a bit. This was the right way, no pun intended. Yoshiro began to walk farther and farther to the right, Demento groaning with each step. N-ne, ne Yoshi, How about we go back to school? You must be worry sick about Minoru-kun right? The voice seemed to waver. It wasn’t as confident as it was before. It was almost…Scared? Hahaahahaha! Scared? Me?! You are getting old Yoshi dear~. The laugh and taunting didn’t last as long as it normally did. He seemed to be in pain as well and could not act as he did. Yoshiro walked faster to the pounding in his head. He had to know what it was. No, he didn’t have to know…he NEEDED to know. This was why he was a sciencist. To learn that of the unknown. If this fighter was rogue, perhaps he could persuade them to just come with him. If the Fighter was with Septimal moon, then he would just have to teach them a lesson, hm? ‘What is it is a complete unit?’ Demento laughed. You’re worried about that? You are 52 years old! You have YEARS of Fighting under your belt! Demento did have a descent point. There were times when this got on his nerves and he denied it, other times it did not bother him. This was one of the latter’s time. A slight pant began to arise on his lips and he couldn’t help but to slow his pace. He was getting old. No shit Sherlock Demento’s mocking tone had returned just a bit and it kind of made Yoshiro feel a little relieved….only a little. He hated the other personality…okay, hate was such astrong word…perhaps a serious dislike was better? Yes, that seemed a bit better. Either way, you hurt my feelings Yoshi. he could hear the pout in Demento’s voice. Though there was still pain laced into it. He spotted a young man looking at him intently. His eyes seemed to study the other and he studied Yoshiro. The closer he came to this male, the worse his head ached. This was the fighter he was looking for wasn't it? He could feel his body tingle a bit in excitement. It had been a while since he had last fought. And despite his old age, he felt as though he was thirty again. That’s how excited he was, and he could tell Demento was as well. It was just a matter of not getting too excited. Otherwise Demento would take over and feed off of Yoshi’s adrenaline and that was not a good thing, in most cases. His pace increase a bit as he walked closer and closer to the younger looking male. Yoshiro had to admit, if he didn’t love Minoru at all, this male would be his sacrifice, if he was a sacrifice. But that was not an option since the male he stood in front of was a fighter. Now, the only question was which was he: A rogue, or Septimal moon? A smile inched it’s way on Yoshiro’s face, an attempt to be friendly. As much as he wanted a battle, a calming aura was nessecary to confuse the target. “Isolate. Make it so that we are not known.” The spell fell from Yoshiro’s lips in a whisper, his eyes focused intently on the male. He walked just a bit closer to the male, the smaile still on his face. “Oh my, such a starke Kämpfer suchen we have here. I wonder…” He offered a wider simle. “You are with your other half? Or perhaps it is not found…Maybe there is the possibility of you being educated the unrecht way.” A slight laugh. “What say you kleine?” [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[Sakurai Yamura]

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[classy=overture][classy=paradox] It wasn't often that Sakurai came across older Sentouki, especially ones who the first thing they did was isolate the two of them in a spell. His senses tingled as the spell cast removed others from play, leaving only the two three of them in an almost empty space. Of course, anybody else who had been near where safe. Especially if they were Mundanes. There were very few mundanes who knew anything about the Sentouki or who would know what even went on if they were suddenly in an empty space. Sakurai put his things aside and rose to his feet, lightly undoing the tie of his shirt. Definitely who he was looking for. The fact that he had isolated the both of them was definitely a give away. He pulled the reading glasses off his face, putting them into his case and the dropping it on top of his things. "Hmn." Judging by what he was asking and saying, even with the german that Sakurai managed to choppily translate that he was from the other organization. The way he spoke about the 'unright' way...his way. Although, his German translation was by no means perfect. As a teacher of one of the few Sentouki schools in the world, Sakurai liked to at least know a little bit of each language because of potential students coming in. He knew Italian fluently and because Italian was similar to Spanish and French, he could easily translate the other two. German, however, was a language he knew little of so for a moment he was confused with the mix of Japanese and German, but eventually got it translated. German wasn't a common language he used, considering the small number of germans within the school. If one transferred in, he would try to learn more of it for the benefit of the student who may not have known japanese or english well. "I don't think I'm inclined to inform you of my affiliation without first knowing who you are. And no, my other half is currently not in the vicinity," Sakurai answered coolly, professionally. There wasn't an ounce of worry in his voice, but the back of his mind was contemplating the chances of him defeating a much older and more experienced Fighter without Reita. Eventually, he just sort of huffed at himself and decided that he didn't want to drag Reita into a fight he could potentially lose. Sakurai hadn't lost a battle in a long while since he trained other fighters on a regular basis and final exams were usually a mock battle against him on auto. They could bring their sacrifices if they had them, or try it on auto...but the outcome was usually the same. Sakurai was powerful, even without his Sacrifice by his side because he was experienced and believed in his own name. Corruption. Depravity. It wasn't a name Sakurai ever thought could fit him...but as a fighter who followed Septimal Moon ideals to a T, it was more often that he was corrupting the minds of young fighters by telling them they should listen to their Sacrifice. While he wouldn't condone an abusive sacrifice, he knew the consequences of leading fighters down that path, away from perhaps other ideals "I will, however, inform you of my name. Take it however you will. Yamura Sakurai, fighter for Corruption." Sakurai eventually stated. Corruption. Yamura...the fighter of Septimal Moon's current headmaster. [/classy][/classy]

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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 can't be seen, it is uncomprehensible" ❞[/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;] ‘ Hahahahahahaha! You found a rather rude one didn’t you, Yoshiro?!’ Demento rattled his cage with laughter, causing Yoshiro to crease his eyebrows together. “G-gomen nasai junge. I do apologize for being so rude. I didn’t not mean to offend, merely to das Eis brechen, break the ice.” Yoshiro waved a hand uncaringly in the air. Perhaps he was now making too little of the situation? ‘ Hahahaaha! Ya think Yoshiro? Demento gripped the bars and gave them a firm shake. ‘ Though I wonder….why are you so calm? When he didn’t receive an answer from the main persona, he clarified; ‘ You seemed to have forgotten all about poor, little Minoru Another laugh sounded as Yoshiro paled. H-how? His breath began to catch in his throat. Forget Minoru-kun?His eyes slightly darted to the right before trying to listen to the other speak. Inform. Name… Yamura Sakurai….Corruption. Nani? Corruption? If he knows his name, then where is his sacrifice? “Junge. If you are here and know your true name, Why are yuou not with your sacrifice? You are a terrible fighter unit if that if the case. You have left your sacrifice defenseless!” His bottom lip quivered as he spoke, Demento laughing again. ‘ Takes one to know one. You left poor little Minoru-kun all by his lonesome. Who knows what could happen to him? it was an obvious tactic to get Yoshiro to break down completely and from the looks of his cage, it was working. Iie! Minoru-kun is protected boy his chair! Akumu-kun would never hurt him! Oh? Demento raised an eyebrow. Since when do you call him “Minoru” or even “Minoru-kun”? Perhaps your love for him is depleteing.’ Yoshiro shook his head, taking a step back from Sakurai, his eyes slightly unfocused. “Yoshiro…von…Wolfgang…Lament.” His words were slow, almost as though he needed every ounce of his concentration to say them. N-no! I love Min…Liebling! I love him. I love him! His breath came to him in short, quick pants as his eyes widened, blue irises dilating. So you say, but here you are, with another man I might add, away from Minoru for…going on HOURS. Who knows? Maybe Akumu may have to go to relieve himself and someone could sneak in then. Yoshiro’s hands flew up to his paling face, shaking. N-nien! And your poor little Liebling would be defenseless for at LEAST seven MINUTES with NO PROTECTION at all. Demento gave his cage another quick shake, finding that it nearly broke and his smile widened. “N-nein…. Es ist nicht wahr! It can’t be!” His nails dug into his face, wincing as he punctured his cut again. He could feel the warm liquid slid down his cheek, but he just couldn’t register it. Oh, it’s true Yoshi. Just admit it, you just don’t love Minoru as much as you though you did! Hahahaha! He shook his cage again, hearing it crack. One more little push should do it. Let’s face it yoshi; You’re a horrible fighter. You can’t even protect your sacrifice correctly! You have failed as a fighter and that is the reason Minoru will leave you. Yoshiro’s body shook a bit before he dropped to his knees, hands covering his ears. “Iie. Nien. Nien. Nien. Nien. Nien! He won’t leave me! He can’t l…” He gasped. “He can’t leave me…Liebling….” He pulled at the mauve locks a bit before his body went limp. Within seconds, it began to rock and shake in hysterics. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Heheeheh! Ohohohoho!” The body stood again, still laughing and shaking. “Yoshi, you are just far too easy!” Demento pushed the stray bangs back into their rightful places. He spotted the other male and the hysterics began again. “Aha! Aha! Hahahahaaha!” He stepped forwards and immediately stopped laughing. “ Sakurai I presume?” He smiled wider, not waiting on an answer. “Dr.Demento. I am also the fighter of Lament. And if ya wanna know, This body is the head of Transcendere Fatum.” He smiled a bit more and gave a short, quick bow. “Hahahahahaha! I still can’t believe you were the one that I used to break the cage!” He threw his head back and laughed again. “Now, how shall I thank you?” Demento mocked a thinking pose. “Ah, I know!” /Time to show you which of us is the better fighter Yoshi./ He rattled the cage with a grin on his face. The smile widened again. “Systems initiate. I Declare a spell battle.” His eyes widened a bit before checking Yoshiro’s cage, it was study and the other was staring at him, dazed. .[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[Sakurai Yamura]

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[classy=overture][classy=paradox] This man was definitely...off...so really off. It was rather worrisome, actually how sporadic his personality was. Going from demandking, to apologetic and then to very accusing of him. Accusing Sakurai of not being a good Fighter?! Rai was a great Fighter! He loved Reita would every ounce of his soul. He was Reita's Fighter and Reita was his Sacrifice, but there was just so much more to their relationship than that. It was an insult to be insulted like that, though and Rai could feel the rage bubbling force, but he forced it down, calming himself. What did this man know about his capabilities as a Fighter. He huffed slightly, rolling his eyes slightly at his accusation. "My Sacrifice is perfectly safe where he is at the moment," Sakurai answered casually, not quite giving away Reita's current location. "If you're so interested in accusing my of not protecting my Sacrifice properly, then where would /yours/ be?" Sakurai snapped back coolly. "If I spent every waking moment around him, being overprotective and paranoid about the world, he would begin to feel smothered. The happiness of your sacrifice should be just as important as keeping him protected." It was one of those things that made Sakurai a lovely Fighter. He cared more about his Sacrifice than anything in the world and to have somebody accuse him otherwise, was angering. Sakurai knew better than to let anger get to him, however; and he remained outwardly calm. Sakurai's statement seemed to...bother the other Fighter as he began to panic a little, scratching at his face with his own nails and drawing blood from it. A few moments passed, with Sakurai curiously leaning against the tree, watching. If this was who he said he was...Lament. Their information was limited on the Transcendere Fatum's leaders...but if he could at least gather something concrete, it would be something. So far, the only information he had was an odd obsession with his Sacrifice - considering how he had accused him for not being on top of his at every waking moment - and how he was now going crazy. Sakurai filed these little tidbits away in the back of his mind. He would start a file on him and then let Reita and Hikaru have at his profile. He seemed to be laughing now...something about breaking a cage and a lock. Multiple personalities, maybe? No...he referred to himself as Lament and the leader of TF, not as somebody completely different. Bipolar disorder? Schizophrenia? No...but this 'personality' could be a delusion? He wasn't sure what kind of mental disorder it was...maybe a mix of all three? A delusion turning into a different personality? He couldn't quite place it. Before he could think anymore of it, this "Dr. Demento." was declaring a spellbattle as 'thanks' for freeing him. Ugh. Well. He had no choice. He wasn't about to turn down a battle with the leader of Transcendere Fatum. "Systems initiate. I accept," with Sakurai's agreement to the battle, the world around them faded to gray as any people who had been in the area were suddenly outside of this little dimensional pocket. He wasn't with Reita for this fight and he knew how to function without a Sacrifice. He had to protect himself from attacks as well, though. "Conflagration of the phoenix, burn that which is lamenting to ashes." Sakurai would first test the waters and see the capabilities of the Lament fighter before proceeding, however. Sakurai was well-versed in spellbattles and to strength behind the spells was clear that he was a powerful Fighter even without the aid his Sacrifice provided. [/classy][/classy]

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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 won't let you have anyone else ❞[/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;] Demento’s smile widened as Sakirai accepted his battle. This is going to be good. He shivered. They hadn’t had this happen to them in a while. “Automatic mode activated.” The smile was still transfixed on his face and he swept an open palm across himself as if so say, ‘Please, you first.’ He shook Yoshiro’s cage once again, successfully startling the other personality. Hahaha. Come now, it’s not that bad Yoshi. If you want, I’ll even let you cast our first spell!/His shoulders shook again in laughter. Demento. Do not let your guard down, please. He may be younger but that generation is trained far earlier than we were…Granted we have experience under our belt. The Wolgang muttered underneath his breath before placing his hands on the bar, weakly shaking them, flinching at the shock it gave him. Demento waggled a finger at him tsking all the while. You know better than to try and escape, especially in your current condition. Demento turned his attention towards the younger fighter as be began to state his spell. An eyebrow raised. Using our own name against us is he? Demento, what are you doing?! Defend. Defend! Yoshiro rattled at his cage again, getting a slight shock in Demento’s concentration. Demento smiled and held an arm to cover his face as the flames engulfed his body. It was sweltering, of course, and it sent another tremor down his spine as a wrist restraint appeared on his arm. He flicked his arm down, the smile splitting his face in two. He clacked the chain and gave it a good tug in enthrallment. “HAhahaahahahahaha! Ii. Sakurai-kun.” Demento cocked his head to the side. “Though, we have not been in many battles since our leave, I can’t help but to feel as though that was not as bad as it could have been? Heheheh.” Blue eye focused on the other male. “ If you were taught in Septimal’s way, then we are certain that you should have learned never to show mercy…correct?” Yoshi… He turned to the cage. I promised you first spell. He sneered. I may not be good for much, but you know my promises are always kept, so stop looking at me like that. Yoshiro blinked now wide eyes and shook his head. What you say can indeed be proven in facts and detail. Yoshiro sighed gripped the cage harder. Shall we test the waters as well? Demento shrugged before opening the cage just a bit. “ Very well. The water sluices all away be it trajectory or disruption. Now raise and wipe away the corruption!” Demento raised his unchained hand and an inundation of water rushed over his head, expeditious and sinister. Demento’s smile amplified again before licking his canines. “In a rejoinder to your question our Sacrifice is that of which you said; locked away from the world. No matter what I tell Yoshi, he will never let his little bird go.” The eyes dilated even more. “Asphyxiated or not, He will never be freed…just the way we like it! That way he’ll be safe and free from filth like yourself!” He tugged on his restricting chain again before turning to Yoshiro. Not a bad spell Yoshi. Ya seem a bit rusty though! Hahaahaha!He slammed the cage door, laughing harder as yoshi flinched back. “Come on little one! Show us what you can do.” Shoulder shook again. “ This time I don’t want you to hold back! Give this body everything you have! We can handle whatever rubbish you can dish out! Show us your monster Kiene!” [/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[Sakurai Yamura]

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[classy=overture][classy=paradox] Not strong enough, Sakurai mused to himself. Of course, it wouldn't be as strong as it should have been without a Sacrifice in place to help him, but it was strong enough to place the first restraints on the other Fighter. He was still a powerful fighter, even without Reita at his side. He could do things on his own without endangering the well-being of his Sacrifice. "Tch. I have my own way. My sacrifice means more to me than Septimal Moon's old way," Sakurai answered truthfully, thinking about it for a moment. It was true. Reita meant more to Sakurai than anything in the world. He wasn't honestly sure what he would do without Reita that day. Sakurai had been a wild teenager, prone to parties and piercings...as a rebellious thing with his parents and he remained that way up until his meeting with his Sacrifice. Reita had changed his view of the world to what it was today - if not being slightly cynical about it...but that was him. "Fighters should protect their sacrifices no matter what and listen to their orders, but a unit needs to have a bond in order to be strong," he almost felt like he was teaching a new class about spellbattles and sacrifices, but he was teaching an old pro who had once been a part of Septimal Moon. Septimal Moon had been a lot more of a dictatorship between fighter and sacrifice before Reita and himself had taken over. With Reita as the headmaster...some policies had been changed. Bonds were important, so was a fighter protecting the Sacrifice...but the Sacrifice should trust their Fighter fully and they should work as one, rather than one being in charge. He sighed as Dr. Demento unleashed an attack spell at him. Strong, but not strong enough to break his will. "Frozen breath of frost - the corruption has spread too far to be whisked away. The one who attempts to do so will face eternal sleep beneath the ice." Sakurai snapped back moments after Yoshiro had finished his spell as the wave of water froze about half-way in between the two Fighters and more frost began to creep towards the other Fighter, trying to freeze him within the ice. There was already another spell forming on his lips before the water frozen. "Frozen shards of ice, shatter into pieces and pierce the opponent like one thousand arrows!" Sakurai intoned calmly as the wall of frozen water shattered like glass. The shards of ice that fell formed into frozen arrows, flying towards Dr. Demento with its intent clear on the rusty fighter. Sakurai watched Yoshiro carefully, speaking casually. "I will not allow myself to lose to you. Fate is eternal and I will not allow those destined to be together be torn apart by your selfishness!" It made him angry, the thought of somebody who was trying to break the bonds forged by a unit and their fate. Sure, he knew units that didn't get along...but that didn't mean they still couldn't be strong together. Some married couples didn't get along sometimes, but that didn't mean their relationship was weak. "You seem to care a lot about your Sacrifice. Why are you so interested in breaking the bonds that have been forged?" It was a curious thought, from Sakurai's point of view, actually. Why would somebody who seemed to care so much about his Sacrifice want to break the bonds that he had forged with his Sacrifice? It was just confusion to him, in all honesty, but one should never question the thought process of the insane. They may understand their own thoughts, but others didn't. "Raijin! Strike the heart of the one who laments and hulk through those who stand in your way" Sakurai continued his onslaught of spells as several strikes of lightning hit the ground around Yoshiro and another, strong one arced towards him from the sky. [/classy][/classy]

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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;]Minoru rushed down the street, following the thread that stretched out before him, leading him toward his Fighter as his head began to throb. The other fighter must've been strong. After all, they lived around many fighters and mendax, so he was used to it for the most part, even though he usually stayed underground, near Yoshiro's personal laboratories, where he could be watched and protected 24-7. Well, until now. Right now he needed to catch up with the middle-aged scientist and make sure he was alright. It wasn't often that he got into a spell battle after all. Soon, he reached the park and he could see them a short distance ahead. He then saw Yoshiro cast a spell, attempting to strike the other fighter with a wave of water, which the other fighter froze and then broke, sending the shards right back at Yoshiro. 'No, Yoshi!' Minoru thought to himself, gritting his teeth as he ran at Yoshiro, hoping to get to him before he could get too hurt. It was a good thing, too, because the other fighter cast another spell, trying to strike the elder fighter with lightning. "Yoshi!" Minoru called out as he ran toward his fighter as fast as he could, the hair on his body rising from the electricity in the air. However, he didn't care. Before long he had reached his target and lightly shoved him aside just in time as the stronger bolt arced down from the sky, striking Minoru square in the back. "Aaaughhh!" the Sacrifice cried out in pain as he took the attack, gritting his teeth as he did his best to endure it. "Looks like... I made it..." he muttered under his breath before he looked up at the other fighter and then to Yoshiro... no, wait. On closer inspection it was Demento. Lovely. Regardless, Yoshiro was still in there. "Really, Yoshi. Can't you go out on your own for a while without getting into a fight?" the Sacrifice muttered, managing to straighten himself up. He was mouthing off, like he always did, and he hoped that would ease any of Yoshi's worries... for now. They had bigger fish to fry, after all.[/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;]❝" This feeling can’t be controlled" ❞[/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;] Demento’s eyebrow twitched. He knew that the other male was speaking to Yoshiro, and as much as he…disliked how the other personality worked, he could feel the light touches of anger in his body. “ Heh.” His eyes widened a bit before the other’s words fully processed. “ well, well. It seems that you are starting off like Yoshi!” He chuckled. “ Let’s see how long it takes until you’re cast aside as well.” He muttered. He looked back a Yoshi, the other personality’s hands still on the bars of the cage, knuckles turning white. Those idiots. What I could have done… The bars shook a bit before Demento turned his attention back towards the other fighter as he countered Yoshiro’s spell. ‘ Chikusso!’ Demento took a look up at the frozen ice above him. ‘ Yoshiro…you….you…you…’ shoulder shook again before he doubled over. Demento. Now is not the time to be laughing! He reached his arm through the bar. His fingertips brushed teasingly against the other’s clothes before he felt something a bit odd. His hand that was gripping the cage were starting to thicken and draw closer to him. N-nein! Demento, calm down! Yoshiro pressed his cheek against the cage, clenching his teeth when Demento moved forwards, out of his reach. “HAHAHAHAHAHHHEEHEHEH!” He threw his head back, eyes unfocused and mouth wide, “II! THAT’S WHAT I WANT. THERE’S YOUR MONSTER KIENE! He snapped his head back to Sakurai, a red tint covering his eye. His whole body tingled in excitement as the next spell left his mouth. He closed his eyes and barely flinched as the ice cut into the flesh of his face, reopening the wound and giving it siblings. The smile spread wider as a carnation for a new spell rose from the male’s lips. what are you doing Demento, defend! De… Yoshiro’s words died on his lips as he felt his string begin to become slack. His eyes widened. Demento! Defend us, We can’t be injured! Mino…Liebling is- His cage and body were moved to the side before a cry they knew all too well rang through their ears. N…no. Why…Liebling? For once, the fighter could feel his blood boil in rage. Exactly why was he there? Hadn’t he told Akumu to watch him?! He ground his own teeth together before Demento’s laugh sounded again. “HAHAHAHAHA! You have guts Liebling, I’ll give you that much. But your dear Yoshi is angry.” The shoulder shook harder. “ I like the current Yoshi.” He cackled. “EHEHEHEHEHEH!” Demento. The voice had dropped a few degrees. Defend Minoru at all costs. I do not care if we have to do THAT. Just defend him. his grip on the bar had loosened. His mind whirled with all the injections Minoru would have to receive from being out this long, and he looked to have been running. He was angry at Minoru’s chair. He’d told Akumu to defend him and he intended to have him punished just a bit. “HAHAHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEH!Oh? I get to have some more fun?! That’s rare!” The eyes darkened farther to red. “ This fragile little bird on our hands, Cage him and make sure he’ll never escape. Lock him away from all danger and harm. Impenetrable iron steel bars, protect him!” These words spoken by Demento caused Yoshi’s own bar to disintegrate. Demento was letting him speak, not in control, but speak. This cause yoshi to smile just a bit. Perhaps now he understood why Yoshiro wanted to protect him so much? ‘ don’t get your hopes up yoshi. I only did it so that I could concentrate…’ “ON TEARING THIS FIGHTER LIMB FROM LIMB! HEHEHEHEEHEHEHEH!” The body shook as steel bars fenced themselves around the Sacrifice. ‘ How about a nice little earth’ “There is a reason that I let other’s defy their fate.” The palms closed tightly. “ think for a moment of blank fighters. They do not have a set Sacrifice and are trained to protect one that is not their “fated” match. Now suppose the blank fighter is stronger than the Sacrifice’s fated Fighter. Would you endanger the Sacrifice by giving them a weaker fighter? What if the Blank fell in love with that Sacrifice and refused to be with their Fighter? Would you deny them happiness? These were among the many things that I processed while I was…contemplating whether or not to make Passing Fate. It seemed…no not seemed, it is the most effective way to keep the Sacrifice well and happy. Most importantly, the students have no problem with the arrangements. In fact, I have seen them eliminate “fated” pairs with ease.” Yoshiro narrowed his eyes a bit. “ Keeping your Sacrifice safe and happy is necessary for an excellent relationship…but sometimes safety rules over their happiness and you are stuck in a rather binding situation. Be it fated or mismatched.” He sighed and glared heavily at the other male. “ But enough of an old man’s ramblings. I will win this battle and protect my Sacrifice!” He took a step forwards, face flushed with anger and a grin of madness. “ Needles are used to pin, pick and pierce. Let it rain a thousand needles, red hot and unyielding. Let us pick this pathetic contaminated rat apart!” Needles glistened in the air above them before striking down towards Sakurai swiftly. “HEHEHEHEhEHEHEHEHEH! Look Minoru! You’ve done it now! Yoshi’s ANGRY! HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEEHHAHAHAHAHEH!” .[/style][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; color: #373737;]MADE BY CYANIDE CANDY ✖[/style]

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[Sakurai Yamura]

Rai hadn't been expecting somebody to come barreling into the path of his spell, but he hadn't really had the time to cut it off. It took a moment for him to realize that this must be the Sacrifice for the Lament unit and a frown crossed his features. Obnoxious thing...apparently, his sacrifice was around. The presence of the Lament sacrifice was definitely worrisome to the Corruption Fighter. Lament's fighter was already strong without his Sacrifice, but with him...especially when he didn't have his own was definitely worrisome.

"No, he clearly can't," Sakurai stated in dull annoyance, trying to think of the best plan of action now that he was outnumbered and outpowered with the presence of his opponent's Sacrifice. "and to continue from your earlier statement, your students may not have a problem with it, but mine do. Your methods would not be so frowned upon were you not trying to push them on everybody," although, he really couldn't say anything about considering he taught everybody the same way he functioned, however; he wouldn't try to force it like this one man was trying to.

A light frown crossed over his features as the Fighter placed his Sacrifice within a cage. Was the really needed? He knew defense was important...but it wasn't like he'd cast any more spells at the Sacrifice, so what was the point? Was it just the Lament fighter making sure he didn't go anyway? He was clearly surprised and slightly angered by the other's presence....interesting. He'd have to keep an eye on both of them and profile what seemed to be relevant to any information that Septimal Moon could use.

Words flew from his lips to try to repel the spell from him, "Walls of stone, stop these needles within their path," obviously, as the stone walls rose to try to defend their master, the needles stuck, the first group slamming into the rocks and breaking them, the pieces of stone falling around Sakurai as the next groups struck. A sharp intake of breath as the spell struck, the needles slicing through bits of his skin and causing blood to ooze up and flow. It seemed that Sakurai had underestimated the power of the Lament Fighter with his Sacrifice in play. The first clamps of restraint appeared with a chain that started wrapped around his throat and one of his wrists. "It seems that I have underestimated you and your Sacrifice being together," Sakurai stated carefully. "I will not make the same mistake twice," he was getting more and more worried though. Lament was powerful on his own, but together...they were probably enough to overpower him without Reita by his side. He thought about calling him for a brief moment, but he didn't want to have to worry Reita in case the man was busy with whatever he was doing. He may have to go on the defensive and let his defensive spells whittle away at the older man's strength...but he wasn't sure his defenses could withstand the combined efforts of the Lament team together. He wasn't going to run, that wasn't an option.

Sakurai was going to make his stand there and win or lose...he wouldn't reveal anything that could endanger his students or his Sacrifice. He could almost be absolutely certain that he'd probably be interrogated after this fighter, should be lose. The worst case scenario probably involved being turned into Lament's latest experiment. He snorted slightly, wondering why both sides seemed to have mad scientists...but he wasn't sure who was worse between the two.

[Minoru Kawaguchi]

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[Reita Suzuki]

Papers graded? Check. Scores entered? Check. Lesson plan for the next week done? Check. He supposed that enough work done for the day. After all, the weekend was right around the corner and he was exhausted. Glancing at the clock, he frowned. Grading papers had taken quite a lot of time, more than he expected. Concluding that he could always finish the rest of his work over the weekend, he rose from his seat and stretched. Right now, he desperately wanted a change of scenery. Bending over his computer, he made sure everything was locked and closed before he left the room. Valuable information was stored and it would be disastrous for it to be leaked out.

He packed what he needed into a shoulder bag and threw on a scarf and coat. The days were getting colder and he didn’t want to get sick. It would put him out of commission and inhibit him from working. Time was precious to him.

On his way out, he shot a text to his fighter and lover wondering where he was. Some down time with Sakurai sounded like an awesome idea at the moment. He always enjoyed their alone time together when they could afford it. They were busy men but always made time to be together.

He soon reached his car and swung in. Checking his phone, he frowned. No reply. That was weird. He mentally reviewed his lover’s schedule. He was sure that Sakurai was already off work, so there wouldn’t be a reason for his phone to be off. Sakurai always had his phone on and always answered within 10 minutes unless he was working. In fact, at this time, Sakurai should be at a café near his favorite sweets shop doing some work. Deciding that it would probably be where Sakurai would be, he headed in that direction.

It was a relatively quiet ride until a familiar sensation probed his senses. It was something that as half of a unit, he had felt before. His partner had just entered a spell battle. Normally, he wouldn’t be worried for his Fighter would sometimes activate one for class instruction or such, but it was well out of that timeframe. He also knew that Sakurai wouldn’t usually actively look for a fight. Therefore, it was worrying that he was currently in one. He briefly wondered who the enemy was. An unaffiliated pair? After all, none of their students would dare to challenge the Corruption unit to a spell battle. He reminded himself that he trusted Sakurai to be capable of handling himself. He was still strong even if he was on auto. However, his interest was piqued. Who was the enemy?

He sped up and cut lanes hoping to reach his destination faster and hoping that he would be able to locate Sakurai.

Notes; Tsuki makes a comeback. ...Well more like Reirei makes a comeback for his Rairai~
Tags; Sakurai, Minoru, Yoshiru
Word Count; 472

[Yoshiro von Wolfgang]

[atrb=valign, bottom][STYLE= font-family: franklin gothic medium; font-size: 11px; line-height: 85%; text-align: center; color: #666;]❝ But the soul of the doll is shivering inside of this jewel ❞[/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 could feel his face heating with anger. How could Akumu allow Minoru out of his room. He gave the boy very very specific orders to keep him in there. Why had he let him out? Did he want Minoru to get hurt? Did he want Minoru to die?! When he heard Demento begin to cackle again his anger grew. Demento. the tone was sharp inside of the fighter’s mind. Now would not be the time to act as such.

[/i]Demento blinked. Oh, so he really was angry?

‘If that is the case, This is one fight that I will not win with you Yoshi.’ Demento focused all of his attention on the other male.

“ I do not force my ways on others, unlike Septimal moon. I merely state all of the positives as to my school verses all of your negatives. I may be just a bit biased, but when you have learned both teachings, you’ll decide that my way is better.” Yoshi’s voice had dropped several degrees and it continued to the more he let his anger stew. When his needles hit the wall, he had a faint feeling that it wouldn’t work, until it did and gave the other fighter his restrictions.

Demento, I believe it is time to mesh our minds. I wish to finish him off as quickly as possible. Demento visibly flinched. In all the years of them being apart, they’d only meshed their minds together once and that particular instance was not enjoyable for The Demented half of the mind.

. ‘Yoshi, think about this..’

I have though and in my anger this is the most effective solution to dissolved the situation. Now do we have to do this the hard way? He walked up to the forefront of his mind. Because you know if I force my way out, you will not be coming out for a long while yet.

“Che. Look what you did Sakurai. You got me in trouble.” Demento clicked his tongue before the body slumped a bit. After a few moment’s it laughed before glaring heavily at Sakurai.

“Now, then. “ The voices seemed to be mingled. “You say that you will not make that mistake again Kiene, but seems you already have. It is still one thousand years too late for you to take on Lament!” He grinned. “ How quick the young are to contradict yourself. We wonder how your Sacrifice would feel if you were unable to move for a long while. Would they throw you away for a black fighter since you can’t protect them? Would they stay by your side and accept all damage that may or may not be given to them in your recovery period? Then again, the option for Us to take you back with Us still remains should We injure you, just as you have injured Our Liebling.” The grin slipped from his face.

“Yes, We think that injuring your more would do it. Let your Sacrifice feel the same pain for you that We feel for Liebling.” He raised a hand.

Yoshi, calm down, not even I would go this far, and that’s saying something! Yoshiro shook his head.

Iie. I’m going to make sure he doesn’t injure Liebling ever again. If there is one thing that I do not let slide, it would be injuring him. Yoshiro knew he was being just a slight bit unreasonable, but just the thought of Minoru getting hurt made his blood boil. He remembered doing this from when he was younger, so quick to anger should Minoru get injured and now it’s reared its ugly head.

. "Yoshi... I know you're angry with me for leaving my room, but I came... I came because I felt you activate the battle system, you old fool!

The head of the two sides twitched a bit at the words. “We locked you in your room so that you would never be pained as such again.” He sneered again. He didn’t want the same mistake to be made again. He couldn’t stand Seeing Minoru in pain. It pained him to give him injections, It pained him to run tests on him and it pained him to use him as the primary lab rat for all of his experiments. But he needed to do so. He needed to know that whatever benefit could be made, it would be harmless to Minoru.

” If anyone has the right to be mad, it's me! You took me away from everything I knew, locked me away, and now you won't accept what little help I not only want to, but can give to you! When I felt the systems activate, I...! Now please... let me out.”

The head turned towards Minoru, his hand sinking to the side, a blank look on the face, signaling that both sides were conflicting and not agreeing on an emotion to show completely on the face.

“ W..We took you away so that you would not be hurt!” The Lament Fighter stomped to the cage and placed a hand on a bar, suddenly remembering to keep an eye on Corruption. “ We do not wish to see you hurt. We only wish to protect and love you for as long as We breathe.” The corner of the fighter’s mouth twitched. “ While we know that you can help us, if you are hurt, then the point in protecting you is obsolete.” And there was the teachings Septimal moon had drilled into his own mind before he met his adorable Sacrifice. The previous Yoshiro who had just a hint of Demento before he fully emerged. On the inside, Yoshiro was trying to cut through the anger while Demento.

Come one, stay angry just a little longer Yoshi! I really wanna see you SNAP HAHAHAHAHA! It has only happened once, but it was an excellent performance! HAHAHAHA! Remember Yoshi, Corruption hurt Minoru. Akumu let Minoru out and into danger.HEHEHAHAHAHA! That was enough to pour oil into the flames.

That is right…He hurt my dear Liebling and therefore must be punished. The second Yoshi began to open his mouth, did he hear his other half speak.

“You wanted to go out on a walk with me before, right? Think of me being here like that. Now let me out of this cage!...Please Yoshi."

The fighter’s eyes shifted back towards their Sacrifice. They widened. L-liebling? That voice…no…it’s not right… He was used to defiance from the other male, but it held a different quality…His hand on the bar twitched and shook. A light spill of tears fell from a doll like face.

Iie yoshi! Attack Corruption first…Yo...

Silence Demento. Just please, listen to me and fall behind inside of the cage! Demento clicked his tongue.

Two freebies in one day? Yoshi, you’d better be happy with this. Because when today is over, you’ll be hearing from me again! The fighter reached his hand through the bar and pat Minoru’s head, a small smile posted on his face.

“Very well We will let you out. If the pain become too much, remember that We will be there to take it away, just like when you were younger Liebling.” The bars deteriorated and he ruffled the other male’s hair. “As your fighter, We will make sure that you always stay happy Liebling, you have our word on that.” He turned back to Sakurai. pins and needles, ne?

“The pinned butterfly’s wings are admired, the body stilled. It shall never fly again. It will never take to the skies, stuck inside of four glass walls. Let this Butterfly be trapped forever, lamenting it’s captor. Show this Butterfly true lamenting!” The air around them like glass before closing in on Sakurai. It was more of a binding spell, just as he did when they were younger. Trap the target and make them panic before crushing them, that was only if Minoru hadn’t asked him not to hurt them too much. If he did, then total restriction would be the way to go, or perhaps he would cast them away from the battle. Right now all of it depended on Minoru. He ruffled the other’s hair. “Now shall We make him struggle or shall We allow him go to lick his wounds?”

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[Sakurai Yamura]

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[classy=overture][classy=paradox] Narrowing his eyes, Sakurai let out a huff of air as he shook his head. "I know your teachings. Do you think that the Voices have been sitting idle the entire time you have been gone, Wolfgang-san?" Sakurai asked, his head tilting to the side slightly as he took the brief respite to get used to the weight of the restraints on him. It had been awhile since another had managed such damage to him in a fight on auto. "You're teaching your followers that it's alright to just give up on the other half that fate has designed for them to have. You questioned me earlier on the fates of a unit and one that has taken on a blank. Is it not the same as one of your mismatched units? As compared to one side of the unit, you are misplacing two. You are also forcing your way upon others, with your idea of breaking the bond that entwines a unit. Would you sever the bond upon a true unit that does not wish it?" In retrospect, perhaps both sides were wrong in the way they went about it. Sakurai was a staunch believer in the septimal moon way, however. It was the job of the Fighter to protect their Sacrifice and for their Sacrifice to fully trust in their fighter and give them orders. It was the least a fighter could do since a Sacrifice was taking away their pain of battle. It was the way that he had been taught during school and the way he would continue to teach. He didn't approve of a master-slave relationship of abuse, unless both sides wished it...but Sakurai would follow the orders of his own Sacrifice no matter what. "Tch. Don't talk about my Sacrifice like you know him," Sakurai answered harshly with an annoyed huff. "I don't expect you to understand our relationship, but neither of us would ever abandon the other for such a trivial reason," he snapped, running his fingers through his hair with a sigh. "Reita would remain by my side, as I would his, no matter what happens to either of us. For that exact reason, I will not be going with you," Sakurai's eyes narrowed slightly as he evaluated the situation. The other Fighter was angry that his spell had been intercepted and caused injury to his Sacrifice and seemed to be a little bit out of his senses. Perhaps that was his chance at winning? Attacking while his anger was at its peak and he was unable to control his actions? Sakurai quickly threw that idea out the window, not enjoying the chances of it backfiring. He had another brief moment as the Lament unit took a moment to argue, with the Fighter going on about protecting him from everything... "Tch. Sounds like he needs protected from you, Doctor," Sakurai ventured out, readying a spell. There had been enough talk. This needed to end. Before he could begin speaking the words, Yoshiro got to them first as what seemed to be a glass cage as it erected itself around him. Tch. It was a good thing he wasn't claustrophobic. He had to alter his course of action though and that was escape the cage. It was made of glass...it would probably cause further injury to himself should he escape. It was his own course, though. He didn't like the idea of being in a box, stuck at the mercy of a crazy man. Perhaps...ending it would be in a different method than he intend, but the fact was, he wasn't going to win this as he was now. He'd have to make a tactical retreat at this point. Rai pressed his hand lightly against the glass wall of his cage. "Glass easily shatters under pressure. The pressure of the corruption is too great to withstand," fractures began appearing on the glass, spreading quickly until the entire thing shattered into pieces, bits of glass raining down around Sakurai. The bits cut into his skin, already marred with cuts from the earlier assault of needles and he winced slightly, blood coursing from his hand. That was the problem with fighting on auto...the injuries to him were real. Another restraint upon his other wrist from freeing himself, but another spell was already on his lips. "I loathe to admit a loss, it won't happen a second time, however. Light's reflection off the glass blinds those who lament and the corruption vanishes with the fading light," from the bits of glass still falling in the air and what was on the ground, a great source of light would be blinding the Lament unit and when their vision return, Sakurai would be gone. Across the park now, which was where his final spell had sent him, Rai stumbled lightly, leaning against a tree, huffing in annoyance. He really did loathe to admit to losing, but doing a tactical retreat was all that he could have done at that point. The restraints were gone, but the cuts remained, blood oozing out of them. One in particular was rather nasty on his cheek and was bleeding a little bit more than the rest, having been caused by a rather large piece of glass from the glass cage that had been erected. Sliding down the tree into a sitting position, Rai stared at the ground for a moment, partially ashamed that he had lost. "Tch...it definitely won't happen a second time," he muttered, running his fingers through his hair before standing up against, adjusting the messenger bag with his items in it, having remembered to grab it was the last second before his retreat. Just as he was about to continue forward, to call a cab since his car was on the other side of the park, where his enemies currently were and he didn't want to risk running into them again, the familiar tug of his Sacrifice being nearby sent him headed towards the sidewalk and the street. There was a soft smile on his lips at the fact that his Sacrifice had been worried enough to come when he hadn't answered his cellphone. Did Yoshiro realize how much he had worried his own Sacrifice in his own frenzy of worry? He doubted it. [/classy][/classy]

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[Reita Suzuki]

He didn’t particularly care that he was currently driving rather dangerously to get to his destination. He got a few obscenities yelled at him from other drivers when he suddenly cut in front of them which he paid no heed to. He was a man on a mission and he couldn’t afford to get distracted. Until he confirmed the well-being on his other half, nothing else was more important.

In his haste, he almost missed the familiar tug at his senses that indicated that Sakurai was near. Slowly down, he kept his eyes peeled for his lover. However…wasn’t this side of the park on the opposite side than where the café was? Why would Rai be all the way over here? Reita’s worries only escalated with his thoughts. He would understand if the spell battle happened at the park right across the street from the café. Although this particular part of the park was not too wide, it was still quite some distance from the café.

His worries were only confirmed when he spotted his bruised and cut-up fighter. Eyes widening, he pulled the car to a screeching halt on the side of the road. “Rai!” he cried out with distress obvious in his voice as he quickly unbuckled himself from his seat. He swung the door open and rushed to his fighter. He was quick to grab Sakurai’s arm and place it over his own shoulder to allow his fighter to lean on him. In such condition, Sakurai wouldn’t be able to stand successfully by himself for long.

Reita’s eyes did a quick run-over of Sakurai’s body. Numerous cuts littered his lover’s previously unblemished skin, particularly at the wrist and neck. These cuts in particular were the obvious result of a spell battle where Sakurai was obviously restrained due to damage afflicted on him. Without a Sacrifice to soak up all the damage from the battle, the afflicted party became Sakurai. He felt guilty for letting Sakurai endure all the abuse even though the power of the enemy wasn’t something that they expected. Although most people wouldn’t catch the sad light in his eyes, it did leak through his cold exterior.

“Rai...what happened?” he whispered, worry and curiosity lacing his words. Who could’ve done such damage to his seasoned fighter? He hand reached up to wipe away the blood dripping down a particularly nasty cut on Sakurai’s cheek. “I sensed a spell battle…but who was the enemy to have hurt you this badly?”

Notes; Reirei is gonna be mad!
Tags; Sakurai, Minoru, Yoshiru
Word Count; 415