Ch 10: The Infuriation Of Kakuzawa Torino

"I must say it's rather odd not seeing you as the engorged head floating in Institution 'Z.' Much like myself you must have lucked out and attained your physical body. However, I can also tell that you lack the regeneration and power that I possess. All you have is your little vectors and now your saying you can kill me?"

"I will kill you."

"How?"

Torino's words must have caught her off guard because she didn't answer, her eyes brows coming together in a frown. "You haven't thought much of that have you?" Torino said, smiling coldly as his body began to regenerate the wounds until at last he stood there, hands in his pockets, the white suit perfectly intact and his flesh healed as if he hadn't just had most of his body blown apart. It was good try on Jericho's part, but it wasn't enough to beat him.

"So tell me, dear sister, how are you going to kill me? I can tell by the surprise in your eyes that you didn't expect me to regenerate. In fact, you don't have a fucking clue on how your going to defeat me, in fact you don't have a fucking clue about anything. You came here trying to act tough and make a difference, but the point is you don't have anything that could take me down."

"I…will…" Anna muttered.

"I admit I admire your courage and bravery sister. To challenge your god of a brother, while idiocy to the extreme is very noble. But nobility will only get you so far. I have taken down Pure Diclonius before, I refuse…"

His smile vanished.

"…To let my shit for a Siplitet sister beat me." The young woman jumped into the air, avoiding the arm that had rushed at her. She hovered I the air, and using her vectors flew back to the ground. She landed on her feet, lifting her head to face her brother. "Hm? I guess you think that makes you impressive." Torino grumbled. He sent another stream of arms out, the appendages crisscrossing and Torino had to grudgingly admit, he was impressed as his sister actually began to duck around the arms, but Torino only increased the pressure.

"You always did like to run, is that what you're specialty is now. I hated my family, our family! You are no different Kakuzawa Anna! DIE!" His feet left the ground as his arms pushed him off, his velocity catching Anna completely unguarded. Her cries were muffled as his sickened hand grasped her face and brought her hard upon the stone cold ground. She didn't scream, but the pain was blinding as he slid her body in a broad circle, scrapping her back and head against the ground before flinging her towards the rubble of the building. She shot out her vectors grabbing the edges of the complex and slowing her velocity down before she could crash into the building. Her entire back side and back of the head seared but she kept herself on her feet. "Brother…you don't have to do this."

"You've got some nerve…you bitch!" Torino cursed loudly, bringing his hand up. "Or do I have to remind you our of superiority sister. You lost your superiority when you were born, and I lost my remorse when I was born. Now tell me, Kakuzawa Anna, tell me right now, in front of me, that you really think you have what it takes to beat me."

"…no." She said with a sigh. "But there is someone that can."

"…Ridini Ashrina?" Torino muttered nonchalantly, reading her mind. *Snap!* The flick of his wrist and the quick single snap that brought the woman to her knees, she didn't scream as most did, but she held her gut as it burned intensely. Torino began to wonder, just how long she had been watching him. He knew that she was surprised by his regeneration and power, hell she was surprised that he was even alive after all this time. From what he could gather in his predictions, she had found out that Celia had a long standing grudge against him and that Celia had a daughter. She seemed to have fallen under the large category who thought some damn Queen could kill him. It was high time he crushed that category into nothingness.

Panting, but determined until the end, Anna stood up, her body shaking but her face showing nothing but fierce determination.

And it pissed Torino off completely.

"FUCKING BITCH!" He roared, hating that determination. Despising the fact, that his damn sister did not get the fact that he did not care. That he had long ago lost his soul into the pits of hell and that he had no redemption. He was fucking sick of people like Lucy and everyone else, thinking that somewhere he had a fucking heart. He was tired, of proving, time after time, that he was a monster. What did he have to do to prove that point? Destroy everyone! It seemed like the options were becoming limited now and quite frankly, he was getting pissed with the world and everyone on it. Nobody understood, what the desires of a god were, and nobody understood that even gods have limits.

Anna choked on her own blood as she was forcibly and repeatedly, slammed into the ground. "FUCKING WAKE UP!" Torino shrieked, his voice reaching a new octave that might have been though impossible considering his usual deep voice. "I WILL NOT BE BEATEN BY A FUCKING DICLONIUS! I WILL NEVER BE BEATEN AGAIN! FUCK YOU!" Every blow he dealt to her, only made him more angry, every splatter of blood enraged him. He saw her, his sister and felt a terrible sense of contempt. All of them, they understood absolutely nothing. The next blow Torino landed snapped Anna's arm. She cried out on reflex but no sooner had she felt the singe of pain that she shut her mouth and remained defiant.

And Torino beyond anything saw this as the as an act against his own ideals…it wasn't because she was defiant. It wasn't because she wouldn't scream. It was because she had that forsaken look, as if he could somehow be forgiven. "…You…" Torino mumbled, eyes dilating and shaking with unbeknown fury.

"!

GOD DAMN YOU ALL!

!

!

!"

Roaring, screaming, the breaking of sanity and insanity as he exploded and ruptured out of his body. The massive monster, devoid of everything but himself and his goals sent a single mass at his sister. The girl, wide eyed but brave threw out her vectors and was slammed away nonetheless. The beast flew into the air, rising up and slamming another fist into the young woman, forcing her to smash into the ground. She coughed, she spluttered but she did not fall, she rose, ready to continue fighting.

A hand grabbed her by the throat, Torino, humanoid but furious held her up. "I…hate…you." He muttered. "…I hate Diclonius…" He was seething. "…I….fucking….hate….everything. I hate, the fact that you believe that I have hope. I don't know why you won't fucking wake up and see reality." Every word he said…was a breath of madness. "I don't get it, how you can honestly look at me and tell me that I have hope, or remorse or even think such a thing. But you'll never stop thinking it will you?" His hand squeezed tighter, blocking off her air supply. She was about to send her vectors out, but the pain that racked her body when Torino snapped his finger kept her from doing so.

"…What do I have to do, to make you all understand?" He muttered.

"Nobody understands…" His thoughts said to himself. "…How much pain I'm in, and how much they're hurting me when they think that. Nobody gets it that I have fought this egoistical war and lost…

I lost it…from the moment I became a true living monster. I've lost…I lost long ago, but I'll never give up, never surrender. I…can't. I just can't.

…

And nobody…understands…how much I hate myself."

Anna dropped to the ground, gasping for air and looking up at the stricken face of her brother. "…This is the last merciful act that you will receive." He said darkly. "…You will die, but not now, I will give you this one act of pity. The last pity of Kakuzawa Torino."

He slammed his fist against her head, knocking her unconscious. He looked at Jericho, fallen to the floor who was looking at him, but his body too weak to move. The white suited man, a boiling rage in his body as he went to the weapons bed. Jericho watched, his body limp and useless, while Torino absorbed the guns from the weapon's bed. Powerful bullets which he fused together with his body and mind. He connected with it, forming his body into a liquefied state and covering everything in the brown ooze. He felt an odd pain his body, but his thoughts were also somewhere else. Jericho could do nothing but just feel that pity for the man he once respected as he lost himself in his own self delusion. All sorts of ammo was absorbed, merging and breaking into himself as he became a living weapon.

The weapons bed was completely deserted and Torino reverted back to his original state, looking oddly complacent now, his eyes uncaring, devoid and concerning nothing. The wind blew his hair and suit around nonchalantly as pulled out a hand. With a flick of the wrist he produced a single black pistol, his hand holding it but also his flesh wrapping around it so that the weapon was also a part of his body.

The gun disappeared, but Jericho knew that this was nothing compared to what Torino was now capable of producing. He was an entire war constructed in one man. Torino did not give any more attention to the people around him, he casually as if nothing had happened, walked away.

"Are you alright sir?" Jericho turned his head to the voice, and saw the young woman bending down over him, touching his wounds carefully with her hands. "…You helped me, thanks." Jericho grumbled, pushing himself upwards. Anna had to admit, with the wounds he received on such a frail body she was surprised he could even get up. It wasn't exactly easy though as Jericho only managed to rise to one knee.

"…Kakuzawa Anna." Jericho said, looking up at her. "Now I remember you…" Anna said. "Torino's guard who could sense vectors, Jericho. You've aged quite a bit in the past years."

"…I see you have not." Jericho replied.

"…I, found out that my body was safely tucked away inside a shell. I lost my ability to read the future but I remained in my youth. I wanted to remain out of this, but when I saw my brother on that ship, what he became I realized that terrible energy I felt. But it's not the energy that worried me, it was the fact that my brother looked nothing like the person I knew."

"You knew your brother?" Jericho's words were not a statement or a question. It was a point to make. Anna looked at the ground. "…I wish I did, but I was too caught up in my own superiority to really see it. Even when I could read the futures, I don't think I ever imagined that my own brother would be hurting so badly on the inside. I was too ignorant to realize just how much my brother hated everything around him."

"You never were planning on killing him were you."

"…Yes and no. I was more than willing to kill him if it came to that, but I didn't. I knew I couldn't. I underestimated the fury in him. I didn't realize, how much he hated me or Diclonius, or even my father."

"I see. Pass me my cane."

She handed it over and Jericho struggled to get up, and when he walked, he limped. "I underestimated myself…" He said. "…My body has grown even weaker than I had thought. I don't have what it takes anymore to fight, it seems I'll have to stay on the sidelines. Anna. Do you know what is happening? The war that is going on here?"

"Yes, and more than that really. It all started with my father, who so desperately wanted to create a world of Diclonius. I was there when it first began, just like you. It all started with her, the girl who should have killed me. Lucy. Her battles with 7 and 35. Her fight with Bandou and my father. Then there was that one girl, Celia. She fought many people, she killed many and then she changed. I heard that she died how?"

"She was killed by a being called Serelia, which was her own Voice manifested in physical form. Celia and Serelia both have a daughter, the former of which has suffered a lot. The death of her entire family for one."

"…I am sorry."

"What are you going to do then?" Jericho asked.

"…I need to find my brother."

"That might not be such a wise idea. He's absorbed the weapons of the entire bed, he could destroy and entire city with that firepower. I'm not one to deny your abilities, but you just don't have a chance."

"…I know. I'm not going to fight him."

Jericho didn't ask why.

"Thanks for the help. He said coolly.

"Yes. Good luck."

"Please…" The old man muttered, raising his hands.

"Mama…what should I do?" Ierina asked. Serelia looked at her and wondered why she was asking such a rhetorical question. The question got Ierina a vector to the gut, knocking the air out of her. "How dare you ask such a stupid question, kill him."

"Please…" He said again, his voice a breathless whisper.

"…I…but Mama."

"But what?" Serelia growled, walking up to the old man and breaking his right arm off. He didn't scream, but his eyes shut tight. "Kill this human, kill him now!"

"…B-but Mama…I know. But w-why?"

Again Serelia dealt with her daughter using violence, slapping her hard across the face to the point where she actually spat up blood. "Listen here you fucking little whelp, you will do as I say, when I say and how I say it. Now kill him, or I'll break your arm off!"

Ierina committed the deed, but she could not look at that man. "Remember…" Serelia said softly. "…That if you want to make a difference, all the humans and all the traitors must die. Stop being so pathetic."

"…Y-yes Mama. AH!" She fell to her knees, gasping and hurting as the worst agony passed over her. She didn't have a clue what it was or where it came from, but it hurt. It was sickening, revolting and vile. Serelia felt it too, the energy turned her gut and she struggled to remain on her feet.

"…What was that Mama?" Ierina asked, and looked at her in disbelief as he mother indiscriminately smacked her across the face again. "Shut it, it doesn't matter. In fact, we're separating."

"What!"

"Don't what me bitch. It's time you started to take things in your own hand. I have work to do anyways, and I don't need you holding me back. Find Celia's daughter and kill her. Now."

"…Um…y-y-yes. Alright mama."

Unsure but at the same more than willing, Ierina ran to the right, afraid that she would be scolded by her mother again. It hurt, her body and her mind and her heart. Maybe if she did kill that girl, she would be happy.

Serelia stood there in the open of the field, the cabin of the man that was murdered in the distance. The wind kicked up, the dust swirling around her feet and then her power exploded. 100 vectors, not 50 as Celia had once hand, but 100. 40 meters, not 20 like her wretched sister. She had grown stronger than her, better and more powerful than Celia. She had killed her, murdered her. Obliterated her. She was gone and soon her entire family would be dead, as well as Lucy's family.

"It's him." She though savagely, feeling the energy.

"…Kakuzawa Torino."