Outside of Kazuya Manor
Jun 23, 2017 19:45:42 GMT -6
Post by Methuselah on Jun 23, 2017 19:45:42 GMT -6
Methuselah felt his anger rising. He drew his blade quickly, as it shifted in form becoming a massive black bow. He fired directly into his father's face. "Don't give me that!" he growled, pulling on his bow and releasing. "Don't give me that! Don't you dare say that you wanted me to take your seat! I don't want to hear that!" He fired again. "You don't give a shit about me!" And, again. "Not me. Or, Rin. Or, Takai." And, again. "Not Naito. Not Azumi. Not....Not Kirari." Methuselah continued to fire his bow despite knowing that his father was no longer standing in front of him. He was failing. His plan was failing.
The barrage of arrows stop as Methuselah stood hunched over and sobbing. "Kirari..."
"Kirari?" whispered Uryu to Sadow.
"His wife..."
Methuselah dropped his bow as he reached for the blade on his side. "I don't want it." he said throwing the blade to the ground. "I don't want to do this." He shook his head as he fell to knees. "You know...You know exactly what to say. You don't even have to raise your blade to defeat your enemy."
"I told you, boy." said Anzai, his position obscured by the cloud of smoke and debris. "My hands have forgotten the feel of blood. And, they will not remember."
"You are a monster, Anzai Kazuya."
"Yes. That I have never den-"
Methuselah sat up at the sound of gurgling and laughter. "Father?" When his father did not answer, Methuselah rose to his feet. "Anzai?" Following a wordless Kido by Methuselah, a gust of wind blew throughout the area, clearing the smoke and debris away. The wind revealed a massacre of the Kazuya bloodline. Seven of his brothers lay scattered about the grounds, torn apart and very much dead. Kinzo was crouched down behind the lifeless body of his father, clapping his hands.
"Kinzo did a good thing. A good thing. A good think, indeed. Now, you have his seat. No need to be rebellious. It's yours. It's yours." He nodded quickly, rising to his feet. Kinzo wiped the spilled blood on his hands onto his pants and shirt. He skipped down the stairs as he walked toward his brother. "Eight...of the strongest Quincy...Dead. Now," he said, clapping his hands loudly. "Just you and I." Kinzo smiled wide, showing his blood stained teeth. "Kinzo did good." He looked over his shoulder at the massacre behind him. "Kinzo...did good."
"This isn't right..." whispered Sadow. "How?"
As Uryu rose to his feet, he drew his bow, pointing it at Kinzo. "I can only assume that he moved quickly under the cover of Methuselah's frenzy."
"Yes." said Sadow, stepping from behind Ishida. She walked over to Imai, and grabbed his hand. "But, that quickly?"
"Kinzo Kazuya is very much a product of our father." Methuselah shook his head. "But, I don't want this. Not like like this."
The barrage of arrows stop as Methuselah stood hunched over and sobbing. "Kirari..."
"Kirari?" whispered Uryu to Sadow.
"His wife..."
Methuselah dropped his bow as he reached for the blade on his side. "I don't want it." he said throwing the blade to the ground. "I don't want to do this." He shook his head as he fell to knees. "You know...You know exactly what to say. You don't even have to raise your blade to defeat your enemy."
"I told you, boy." said Anzai, his position obscured by the cloud of smoke and debris. "My hands have forgotten the feel of blood. And, they will not remember."
"You are a monster, Anzai Kazuya."
"Yes. That I have never den-"
Methuselah sat up at the sound of gurgling and laughter. "Father?" When his father did not answer, Methuselah rose to his feet. "Anzai?" Following a wordless Kido by Methuselah, a gust of wind blew throughout the area, clearing the smoke and debris away. The wind revealed a massacre of the Kazuya bloodline. Seven of his brothers lay scattered about the grounds, torn apart and very much dead. Kinzo was crouched down behind the lifeless body of his father, clapping his hands.
"Kinzo did a good thing. A good thing. A good think, indeed. Now, you have his seat. No need to be rebellious. It's yours. It's yours." He nodded quickly, rising to his feet. Kinzo wiped the spilled blood on his hands onto his pants and shirt. He skipped down the stairs as he walked toward his brother. "Eight...of the strongest Quincy...Dead. Now," he said, clapping his hands loudly. "Just you and I." Kinzo smiled wide, showing his blood stained teeth. "Kinzo did good." He looked over his shoulder at the massacre behind him. "Kinzo...did good."
"This isn't right..." whispered Sadow. "How?"
As Uryu rose to his feet, he drew his bow, pointing it at Kinzo. "I can only assume that he moved quickly under the cover of Methuselah's frenzy."
"Yes." said Sadow, stepping from behind Ishida. She walked over to Imai, and grabbed his hand. "But, that quickly?"
"Kinzo Kazuya is very much a product of our father." Methuselah shook his head. "But, I don't want this. Not like like this."
