Time to see why Rubare put Justin in a separate room.
Warning: Giriko's filthy mouth and you might get a little sad
"Giriko?" Justin looked around the small room for the source of the voices.
"How old are you?" Niso's voice asked.
"Technically I've lived on this planet for over eight hundred years, but my current body is only twenty-two." Giriko's voice answered.
"What is your weapon form?"
"Chainsaw."
"What is the color of your eyes?"
"This is getting ridiculous!" Justin heard a loud slam and smiled lightly, that was definitely Giriko.
"Just answer the question!"
"Brown."
"What do you think of the man you're trapped with?"
"Justin?" The blonde felt a small rush in his chest, curious to know what the older man truly thinks of him.
"He's pathetic." Justin felt his heart drop. "He's worthless, stupid and completely clueless about everything that doesn't have to do with that shitty shinigami he worships like a little lost puppy dog." The guillotine wondered why he felt so hurt at the moment, he had heard a lot worse from the saw before. "His hair makes me think he should be part of the gayest boy band in the world." Justin ran a hand through his blonde hair and a soft sob tried to push out his throat. "He makes every other death scythe want to hang themselves in disgrace." The blonde fell back and landed in the white chair. "His body reminds me of an undeveloped woman." Justin blinked several times and his vision went blurry. "He doesn't deserve to be a weapon and he doesn't deserve to walk on this planet." The young man leaned forward and rested his face in his palms, a sob escaping from his lips.
"Do you care or love him?"
"He could die a horrible, painful death and I wouldn't care at all."
The final statement made Justin break. His body trembled and shook violently as several hard sobs left his mouth. He felt like his chest was being crushed by an invisible force and his heart stung worse than any physical injury he's ever experienced. What was wrong with him? Why does he feel tears soaking his hands?
That man is just nothing more than a selfish, heartless thing...but why are his insults making you cry?
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"Justin?" Giriko looked up at the blue ceiling.
"How old are you?" Rubare's voice asked.
"I've just turned eighteen." Justin's voice responded.
"What is your weapon form?"
"Guillotine."
"What is the color of your eyes?"
"This is getting ridiculous!" The saw heard a loud slam and grinned, that's the Justin he knows.
"Just answer the question!"
"Blue."
"What do you think of the man you're trapped with?"
"Giriko?"
"Yes." The brunette went over to the bed and plopped down on his back, ready to hear the true thoughts of the younger man.
"He's pathetic." Giriko sat up. "He's worthless, idiotic and is complexly clueless about everything that doesn't have to do with killing or that thing that's between his legs." The saw had heard worse things from complete strangers before, but why did hearing those light insults hurt so much? "His hair looks like someone took a lawn mower and ran over his head several times." Giriko ran his hand through his hair, a strange feeling tried to push out of his throat. "He makes every 'bad boy' want to go hang themselves in disgrace." The brunette swung his legs over the side of the bed. "His body reminds me of a five year old boy on steroids." Giriko blinked and a weird thing in his eyes made his vision blurry. "He doesn't deserve to be a weapon and he doesn't deserve to walk on this planet." The man leaned forward and rested his face in his palms, a low moan escaping his lips.
"Do you care or love him?"
"He could die a horrible, painful death and I wouldn't care at all."
The final statement made Giriko feel something he had never felt. Something rolled out of his brown eye and he wiped it off with a finger tip, seeing that it was wet what he pulled it away. A tear? The saw moved his hands down and dangled them between his legs and stared at the ground below him. He felt a stab in his heart that stung worse than the first time he went into a new body. What was wrong with him? Why does he feel so much pain in his heart?
That man is nothing more than a spoiled brat...but why does his insults hurt so much?
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Justin stood up and thew the chair against the wall.
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Giriko stood up and kicked the wall as hard as he could.
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The guillotine fell back on his rear and let out a cry
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The saw fell on his knees and let out a scream
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The blonde stopped and another sob shook his body.
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The brunette stopped and another low moan left his lips.
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"Why do I feel like this?" They asked themselves.
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Niso flicked several switches and jumped away, laughing and clapping with excitement.
"Look at all that pain and misery! Lookie at Justy-kun! He's crying like a little baby! Giri-kun's trying to be manly, but I saw that tear!" Niso chuckled.
"Remind me to put less madness in your next dose Niso." Rubare muttered as he started walking away.
"Aw." Niso skipped over to the weapon stealer and walked in sync with the man. "But I like the madness, makes me feel stronger."
"I know, but I don't want you to get too insane and not listen to me."
"You're no fun." Niso muttered and crossed his arms."
"I'll let you have all the fun you want later. First I must finish using Justin and Giriko before I let you play." Rubare said.
"Getting them to hate each other again's going to help?" Niso cocked his head.
"They won't stand together and try to struggle if they're too busy hating each other."
"That's brilliant Ruby!" Niso cheered.
"Yes, yes it is." Rubare stopped at a closed door. "Now let's see if our little 'test' worked." He chuckled.
Rubare, you big meanie!
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