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Post by Methuselah on May 22, 2016 16:26:50 GMT -6
"The Family":Methuselah walked toward the double stairway of the massive foyer. At least a dozen people lined the stairs, all dressed in a black and grey clothing. Sadow's hand tightened around his, as she began to hesitate in moving forward.
"Keep moving." he whispered, gently pulling her forward.
Methuselah stopped as a grey haired man and a young woman appeared in the middle of the stairways. "Is that hm?"Methuselah nodded, lowering his gaze as the two began to descend the left staircase.
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Post by Anzai Kazuya on May 22, 2016 21:02:34 GMT -6
Reaching the end of the stairs, Kazuya tapped his black cane to the marble floor. Those who had been waiting on the stairs, all dismissed themselves, as Kazuya made his way toward his son.
"Imai Kazuya." his gruff voice spoke as gently as it could. "If not for the fact that you were my son, you would be dead."
"Since when have blood ties stopped you from ending a life?" asked Methuselah, his eyes narrowing at the man before him.
"Think on your next words." said Kazuya, his own eyes narrowing. "Or, they will be your last. Why have you come?"
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Post by Methuselah on May 22, 2016 21:21:15 GMT -6
Methuselah walked toward his father, stopping inches away from him. He glanced passed the man before him, at the young woman. Turning his gaze back to his father, Methuselah spoke softly.
"I have brought Sadow to see her daughter." he said, his eyes falling to the young woman again.
"Sadow?" questioned Kazuya.
"Sadow Agai." answered Methuselah. "Rin is her daughter."
"Rin is a Kazuya. That...woman..." said Kazuya, as if the thought of the woman disgusted him. "Abandoned her. YOU are a Kazuya. You are welcome in my home. But, they are not."
"They are my family." shouted Methuselah, stepping closer to his father. "They are your family."
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Post by Anzai Kazuya on May 23, 2016 8:24:05 GMT -6
Kazuya tapped his cane to the marble floor again. The young woman appeared in the small space between he and his son. The young woman placed a small blade to Imai's throat. "My hands have forgotten the feel of blood. And, they will not remember."
"Rin..." Sadow appeared at Methuselah's side. She took a hold of the young woman's wrist.
Kazuya's eyes narrowed as he looked to the woman. "Agai. You are believed to be dead. And, the dead do not speak. Nor, do they enter my home uninvited." Again, Kazuya tapped his cane to the marble floor. The dozen men that line the staircases appeared again, and surrounded his son and Agai. The men restrained the two of them.
"Who are these people?" grunted Sadow.
"My brothers." mumbled Methuselah. Hearing Takai's voice, Methuselah yanked himself free of the men's hold and turned to face his daughter. "Release her!" Quickly, Methuselah drew and fired his bow. A blur passed by Methuselah and reached his daughter and the man much faster than his arrow.
The arrow struck the back of her armor and was absorbed, as Rin turned to face Imai. Her eyes narrowed. Reaching from her cross, Rin hesitated then lower her hand. "Forgive me, Father." Rin bowed and returned to her father's side.
Kazuya rested a hand to Rin's shoulder. "My daughter protects her own. A fact that could not be said of you. Now, you have seen her, as was your plan. Go, before your lives are forfeit."
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Post by Sadow Aiga on May 24, 2016 8:15:00 GMT -6
"What have you done to my child, Anzai?" yelled Sadow. Tears fell from her eyes as she fought against those who held her. "I told you he had done something. I told you, Imai! I told you!" Sadow fell to her knees, pulling herself free of the men.
Covering her face with her hands, Sadow shook her head. "What did you do?" she yelled again. She slammed her fists into the floor as she looked up at Kazuya standing a few feet away. "Why?"
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Post by Methuselah on May 24, 2016 19:51:43 GMT -6
Methuselah knelt beside Sadow, resting a hand over hers. The other, he rested on her back. "I'm sorry, Sadow. I did not know he would do this." He sighed as Sadow pulled away from him. "Sadow..." he whispered as she sat on the floor crying.
Rising to his feet, Methuselah looked to his father and his daughter. He remained silent, as he pulled the chain carrying his cross from around his neck. He held it up as a display for all in the room.
"I am Imai...Kazuya. Eldest son of Anzai Kazuya. And, as the eldest son, I hold more privilege than other man in this house who ranks below my father. I have not, nor will I ever relinquish that right. And, I-"
"Save your emphatic speeches, Imai!" Anzai tapped his cane to the floor. "I know who you are. And, I know the order in which all nine of my sons were birthed. I've grown tired of this. Rin Kazuya, the choice is yours whether you wish to entertain these people." Anzai looked to his son as he waited for Rin to answer. A soft, 'I will', came from behind him. "Very well then." Anzai waved a hand dismissing the other men in the foyer.
Turned and walking back toward the stairs, Kazuya sat on the second to last step and rested his cane over his lap.
"Thank you." A smile nearly formed on his lips as he looked to his daughter. It quickly faded upon noticing that she was looking at Sadow.
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Post by Rin Kazuya on May 26, 2016 20:42:14 GMT -6
Rin looked to the woman weeping on the flow. She crossed her arms over her chest as she began to pace the floor. "Why have you come here? Now, of all times?" Neither the man or the woman answered her.
"Please, answer me." Rin begged softly. She cast her eyes to the floor, as she continued to pace. "Do you care enough for me, now, to acknowledge my existence?" Rin's fists clenched as she looked to the man and woman.
"Answer me!"
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Post by Sadow Aiga on May 27, 2016 21:05:02 GMT -6
Sadow, turned her head slowly, looking to her daughter. Her daughter. Not the little girl she had left crying in a garden. Not the little girl who had chased after her, screaming and pleading for her not to leave. Not that little girl. No. That little girl...Was a Kazuya.
"What have you turned my child into, Anzai? You couldn't turn Imai into one of your mindless assassins, so you do it to my daughter? To hell with you, Anzai!"
"Sadow..." whispered Methuselah, resting a hand to her shoulder.
"You can go to hell, too!"
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Post by Rin Kazuya on May 28, 2016 18:02:07 GMT -6
Rin sighed, glancing to her left and looking at the Elder Kazuya. Her left hand fell on the hilt of the blade at her side. "I need to draw blood." Rin lay her other hand to her chest and looked to her father. "Fight me."
"Fight you?" questioned Methuselah. "A fight hardly seems fair, at a time like this. You are outmatched."
The Elder Kazuya laughed loudly, coughing soon after. Rin smirked. "The only time I care to admit that I am your child, is during a fight."
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Post by Methuselah on May 28, 2016 18:39:03 GMT -6
Methuselah smirked as he looked to his daughter. She had his smile. His eyes. Her mother's beautiful face. "You are a Kazuya. I expect nothing less than a strength to be fear by all." Taking a step forward, Methuselah folded his arms over his chest.
"If I win, you speak with your mother."Rin hesitated before nodding. "And, if I win." She looked to Methuselah with a grin. "You return to the Kazuya home. All of you. And, you serve my father as you should have always done."Methuselah smirk faded, as he looked passed his daughter. "High stakes, Rin Kazuya. But, I will accept.""High? We are family, aren't we? We will be as we should have always been.""Family..."To be continued...
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Post by Kinzo Kazuya on Sept 13, 2017 14:53:37 GMT -6
"Promethean":
Kinzo sat at the piano oddly placed by the doors of the Kazuya Manor. His finger tapped the white keys. With his eyes closed, his fingers continued to tap the quiet keys as he rocked forwards and back to the invisible melody. A grin formed on his lips as he continued to play his soulful silent song. He stopped.
Opening his eyes, Kinzo looked to the woman sitting on the stairs. She was watching him - her chin in her hands and a smile on her face.
"What shall we call this song?" asked Kinzo, his eyes narrowing as he smiled. His fingers began tapping the black and white keys again as he resumed his silent song. He looked to the woman again. "Kinzo believes it should be something strong yet gentle. Wouldn't you agree?" A scream echoed out ripping through the silence of the manor. Kinzo leaned on the keys, drawing a moan from the grande piano.
"Why must you interrupt me?!" screamed Kinzo. He began to bang on the sides of his head with his hands. "Kinzo can not play with noise!" He covered his face with his hands. After a few moments, he groaned as he lowered his hands. His eyes were red and filled with tears as he looked to where the screams had come from. Kinzo stalked down the hall, stopping in front of a pair of large double doors. He forced the doors open, only to be met with a bright light and searing pain.
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Post by Methuselah on Sept 13, 2017 15:10:11 GMT -6
Methuselah stood on the bodies of the dead, pulling back on his bow again. The black ornate bow hummed as he pulled back as far as he could. Methuselah growled as he fired his bow again. And, again. And, again. "Die!" he screamed, stepped forward with each shot. He fired again, hoping that the final shot was merely to shatter his corpse. As the light faded and Methuselah lowered his bow, he stepped back with wide eyes.
Kinzo stood, bloodied but not broken, in the dust. He grinned, cocking his head to the side as he raised a hand to bear his cross.
"What are you?"
"Annoyed." said Kinzo. His crest began to glow as he watched his brother raise his bow. "What have you learn, Imai?" he shouted, turning and raising the other hand.
Methuselah's bow shifted in form; changing into an even larger hazy purple bow. He pulled back on the bow, causing it to scream. A cleared liquid dripped from the arrow. It fell to the floor, dissolving the marble beneath it. "I will kill you, Kinzo Kazuya."
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Post by Kinzo Kazuya on Sept 13, 2017 15:57:21 GMT -6
"Will you?" grinned Kinzo. "Kinzo doesn't think so. Even with your new bow, I know that you can not. Kinzo, no. Kinzo is not like Aizen Sousuke. Not immortal."
"No one spoke of immortality."
Kinzo lowered a hand, just enough to point at his brother. "But, you thought of it. Kinzo knows that you did. And, what a delightful thought that it is. But, Kinzo did not bother the king over this. Not this." Kinzo shook his head, his grin faded as he furrowed his brow. "You...You interrupted my song. Kinzo was playing beautifully. And, you interrupted!"
Methuselah fired his bow, unleashing a deafening scream as it ripped through the room. He watched in terror as the arrow spun and struck its target but did not harm him.
Kinzo exhaled as his grin returned. He licked his lips as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and placed it in the corner of his mouth. He wink, sparking a flame at the end of the cigarette. He tilted his head back and took a drag. "Kinzo hasn't fought in quite a while."
"You killed our brothers. Our father." said Methuselah, bow still raised.
"Kinzo used his hands." Kinzo raised his hand and rubbed his eye. "Kinzo wants...To use his hands."
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Post by Methuselah on Sept 17, 2017 23:03:30 GMT -6
Methuselah narrowed his eyes and lowered his bow. "Hands?" he questioned. Thinking back to the death of his father and brothers, Methuselah growled beneath his breath. He thought back further, to when both Kinzo was younger and the death of the boy's caretaker.
"Kinzo wants to know what you're thinking about." Kinzo titled his head to the side. "No." a grin slid across his lips. "I know. Kinzo knows."
"Hands..." Methuselah whispered to himself. "Why?"
"Let me use my hands...." said Kinzo. "Let Kinzo use his hands."
Quickly, watching as his brother took a step forward, Methuselah raised his bow. "No!" he said, pulling back on his bow. "I won't."
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Post by Kinzo Kazuya on Sept 19, 2017 14:04:18 GMT -6
Kinzo chuckled as he turned his palm toward him and looked at the scarred cross. With his other hand, he began picking at the raised scar. "Shinigami. Quincy. Anzai Kazuya scarred us far more than my hands. We were, from birth, to exist outside of the norm. We were doomed to suffer for his decision to procreate outside of his own people." Kinzo continued to pick at the scars even as his hand began to bleed.
"From his stupidity, eleven of the strongest Quincy were birthed. Though, none of us would ever be called so."
"There aren't eleven of us." grunted Methuselah.
"No." said Kinzo. A grin tugged at his lips as he looked to his brother. "Not anymore."
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