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I do not own these characters nor the Show I love it but I do not own it :(
Kisshu was never happy with his life; he was tired of how others would always make fun of
him in his world. Well, this would all change as he walked into the creamy white living room with its silk
couchens and polished wooden table.He hid the knife behind his back, his amber eyes searching
for his first victim. Kisshu found him with a devious smile as he walked slowly stalked over,
butterflies fluttering continuously in his stomach as he thought about what he was about to do.
Kisshu was never a normal person.He had been sent to a psychiatric ward to try to help his
continuous thoughts of killing. When they released him they never knew he still had that side to
him.Kisshu was always so giddy after his murders with a smile like a child in a room full of candy
and toys; no one ever found out it was him he was just treated as a mental patient,not a murderer.
He slowly crept towards his chosen victim,his sinful smile growing ever so much bigger. The
unfortunate soul that would soon lose his life looked up with a smile.
"Oh hey Kissh-" Before he could finish the sentence, Kisshu had quickly sliced open his throat,
watching him cough up blood and saliva as the writhing man swiftly grabbed his neck, his hands
dripping in dark liquid.
The cut was deep and he could literally feel the muscle tissue inside his throat. Choking
he looked at Kisshu with wide eyes but Kisshu could only smile and laugh insanely as this man's life
passed before his eyes. As the man crumpled down in a ocean of his own blood, Kisshu turned him
around, tore off his top, then with his second knife, he dug them deep within his sides, then pulled
back and kept doing that until he got to bone the with both of his hands he pulled and ripped out
his ribcage with a giant crack.
He threw that aside, but he didn't stop there. Next was his stomach, lungs, intestines and
other anatomical vital organs; they gushed and flowed out along the floor, amusing him as he
watched so intently, his smile so dominant that it could be the only thing on his face. With the
body opened he pressed his feet on the mutilated body and hacked at the spine with his knife and
yanked out the spinal cored with tremendous force, causing it to snap and the horrific crack of the
cord being torn out from the pelvis.
The once creamy white, warm living room was now a blood stained horror
scene;crimson splattered all over the walls, organs over the floor and the once silk couchens now
laid a blood stained deathbed. Kisshu now covered in blood, smiled. He knew what he had just done
and was proud of himself.
He loved killing, for this was his passion, and could easily be claimed as his life. He
planned on doing it more frequently; he loved the smell of blood, its iron and rusty smell, the
feeling of the organs and blood between his fingers, the sounds of the bones cracking, the blood
spewing and the heart taking it's last beats.
He loved everything that had to do with murder; after he had cleaned himself up he
moved on to the next victim, planning how he would kill them. With another smile he brought out
his axe looking at it with such pride as it shined in the light like a diamond in the sun, he made his
way to the fleet of wooden stairs just waiting, sitting patiently on the stairs for the next person to
come through that door.
With the sound of the door creaking open, his smile grew once again, his mind getting
ready for his kill as he stood up and walked down the stairs. Kisshu silently whispered to himself,
"Who is making fun of who now?" With that said, it all started once again.
Nowhere was the next decision he had to make: What am I to do with my lovely Ichigo, kill her or...love her?