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| - "...Alright, where are we going?" Momoiro questioned, as Kasumi grasped her hand tightly; keeping a glance firmly ahead, focusing on what the destination was. "...Just a little further. There's somebody who should help- big time." Kasumi responded firmly; no longer filled with biting sarcasm and wit. All the while, Kachihi stared at his hands in pain, thinking about how to get revenge upon Kyogi. "...We'here." Reaching a bar, the group noticed a certain young man. This person was a seemingly young man with a "bishōnen" appearance. He had messy light-blonde, messy hair that was tied into a long braid. His emerald eyes sparkled in a similar manner to a stream. Kachihi recognized that face. However, the atmosphere was quite different from when he had met him; at least this time, he didn't look hostile. Approaching the man gingerly, Kasumi placed his hand upon Kazuma's arm, inquiring, "...Soul King, right now, there is a man who is a destructive pest that tears apart your gardens, destroying your most precious flower minute by minute. I implore you to execute him." Kasumi softly asked with a smile upon his face. "That would be a gardener's work. Or, Kasumi, do you dare imply that my Full Throttle is nothing more than a gardener's shovel?" Kazuma smirked. Certainly, there was some kind of prose going on between them; Kasumi considered it only natural to talk to such a mighty figure in the most elegant way possible. "While no one is implying that, I will outright state you are a lazy, good for nothing lump of a man, Kazuma Nagareboshi." Gunshin berated the man, folding his arms and staring away from him in a very womanly fashion. "...I shall have you know, that as I was ressurected, I can only step in at critical times. Suffice to say, this is not one of those times, no matter how much I want to." Kazuma responded in an unfazed manner. "...How does that even work?" Kachihi responded. "...Luckily for you, I am an endless barrel of exposition. ...In simple terms, I'm somebody who witnesses all the possiblities that occur in Soul Society from all the time loops that happened because of that idiot fucking up time. Unfortunately becoming an observer means I need to abide by the title and can't take action in most situations- so sorry, I can't help you here." Kazuma put it in layman's terms. "So, you, the Soul King, the creator of several powerful races, cannot raise his blade to do anything?" Gunshin asked, his voice dripping with both irritation and sarcasm. "...Well, I most certainly was not an observer when I create those races. Blame the whole revival thing. Most people who are brought back from the dead become observers. However, I'm working on a way to subvert my ties to that role." Kazuma retorted, before pressuring, "Sorry, go. Go, go on. Shoo. I need not waste my time no longer." "I do think we're barking up the wrong tree." Gunshin sighed. "Kazuma here is about as useless as a nail without a blunt object to press it in..." "Hey, not my fault. I thought the pissed off guy with the nuke would help, honestly." Kasumi remarked. "Don't blame me." Kachihi clicked his teeth in exasperation. "...Let's find somebody else, okay? This isn't helping." "Like who?" Gunshin asked, irritated with Kazuma's lack of doing anything. Leaving the Soul King, Kasumi responded with his iconic snark, "...Well, I do believe we're all aware of somebody who will be less than pleased to hear of this." "...Problem is, where the hell is he?" Kachihi remarked; he had to restain himself from picking at his horribly scarred hands. However, hearing a faint grumbling noise, Kachihi found it unmistakable; that was Zakura's stomach, really. Without hesitation, Kachihi rushed forward, greeting a young man who bore the appearance of a young, very feminine male with a petite and slender frame, much like a woman's, and light brown eyes. He had light pink hair which reached down to his waist, and was tied up in a simple braid, and had two bangs going down to his chin. He wore the most simple of apparel; a red sleeveless t-shirt and baggy azure jeans; Zakura Terui. Slowly, the group approached Zakura, gossiping amongst themselves, bickering, "...Uhm, who should tell him?" All the while, Zakura had that endearing goofy look about him as usual, blissfully unaware of what was occurring. Aoi nudged her father forward, as if volunteering him. "Well, it seems we have our volunteer." Gunshin smirked. Kachihi sighed while scratching his head, "...Uhm, hi." Zakura looked somewhat surprised. "...Hm? No, how's it been, Kachihi? Is Yuuki okay?" At that question, the group became completely silent. "...She has a new boyfriend." "...And?" Zakura seemed to be happy for Yuuki. "...He's...let's put it nicely, a fuckstick." Kachihi held out his hands. "...He beats her nightly, he shoved my hands in the boiler, and he nearly killed us all." The chill in the air became colder as Zakura's eyes sharpened, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. "...Excuse me." Without any further hesitation, Zakura Terui dissapeared in a flash. "Gonna die." Aoi said confidently. The girl was a regular 8-Ball. Kyogi scowled at the person he threw down, running his fingers across her delicate skin; causing her chin to jump as she winced. The fingers, violating her as they crawled from her neck to her chest, were a sign of the start. Kyogi roughly pushed Yuuki's body down, as a spasm ran through her. The man laughed from the bottom of his heart and reached out for her clothes, ripping her clothes off, as if tearing her apart. "S…Stop…!" Yuuki winced; irked by such defiance, Kyogi slammed his fist right into Yuuki's face. "Know your place! You have no right to disobey me!" Kyogi continued to punch Yuuki as if he had gone mad; who didn't fight back out of fear, allowing Kyogi to beat her to a bloody pulp. Nevertheless, Yuuki's eyes displayed great determination, cursing the man on top of her. As Yuuki was about to give up, the wall behind the two was utterly demolished in an instant, as Kyogi was sent careening into the next wall by an unseen force. As the dust settled, a familiar figure held Yuuki in their arms; a young, very feminine male with a petite and slender frame, much like a woman's, and light brown eyes. He had light pink hair which reached down to his waist, and was tied up in a simple braid, and had two bangs going down to his chin. He wore the most simple of apparel; a red sleeveless t-shirt and baggy azure jeans. His eyes were full of anger and determination as Yuuki couldn't believe what was happening. Kyogi stood to his feet, snarling at the foe in front of him. "…Damn you! Who are you!?" "…Zakura Terui. Somebody you shouldn't have angered." "Grandpa is really angry..." Aoi stated the obvious as they walked into the house through the hole Gunshin had created earlier. "Gonna die..." "Who's going to die?" Rika asked, worried. "A person." Aoi replied unhelpfully. Kachihi clicked his tongue in exasperation. "...Zakura is almost as strong as Nika, when you think about it. There is no way Kyogi stands a chance." Kasumi struck Kachihi in the chest, remarking, "...Just hurry up, can you?"
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