Her head didn't move as she stared. Her feet were still unable to touch the ground as she had been sat on this bench. The table reached to her just below her shoulders. Her lips were closed in a line, neither frowning nor smiling. Her green eyes just stared at the plate that sat before her. Nothing occured in her head, nothing felt within her. Tiny and numb, she just sat there - staring.
"It's not poison, you." The giant sneered, his tone dark and tainted with death. He paced before her on the other side of the table with large heavy steps. But her gaze did not track his movements. She did not react at all to his threatening demeanor. "DID YOU HEAR ME!?"
Not comprehending words, she just blinked at the booming noise. Slowly her head moved up as if to finally realize he was there. As if she had just realized she had been sat on the bench, by him - she finally somewhat responded. But still her hands did not lift from her side. She did not go for the food, plate, or spoon. She did not cry though obviously she should have been hungry, should be hungry.
"EAT!" His massive arm flung out. Repeatedly his finger pointed violently at the mush and spoon as he towered over her. "AGAIN - THIS IS FOOD! YOU EAT IT!"
The two and half year old didn't startle at all. She didn't blink. Her short choppy locks didn't even move. She, so used to hunger, did not reach for the spoon nor mush. She so used to the horrors of that place did not react to his movements at all.
"Incompetent. Dumb. Stupid Child! Just starve then! See if I care!" With a wave of his hand, he vanished in a whirl of water.
Sitting, she just sat. As she normally did. Alone, as she normally was, she did not move. So previously used to hunger, she didn't even try to snitch a bite.
"Damn it!" He swore, as a pool of water deposited him back. "Fucking hell, every time! Why do you have to do this the hard way!? Do you not want to live!? Fuck what's wrong with you!? What the hell did those bastards do!?" Again death itself snarled out of his throat and dripped from from teeth as it murdered with his gaze.
Still... she sat before him completely unaffected.
Exasperated, Taiki sighed. Every time, it was like this every time!
"Here." The table creaked as he sat. His massive fingers picked up the spoon. Dripping mush all across the table, he pushed it into her mouth.
Her eyes moved up to him, and she swallowed.
The man repeated the motion and she repeated her action. A third time and then he frowned. "Alright, you do it this time!"
Roughly he gave her little hand the spoon. Her skeleton hand barely gripped it, her arm barely held it up. The spoon fell, splattering more mush on the table.
"Kami!" The man cursed and again picked it up. "Eat." He fed her. "Eat." He repeated it again.
"See, its not hard. Only those wanting to die don't eat. By now you should at least try to eat with your hands!." Again he sneered.
She sat without cowering, but her little hand on the table didn't move. Her gaze went from the plate to him and she just blinked.
"Alright... try it again." Again he gave her the spoon. This time her eyes went to him and then slowly to the spoon. Her head fell to the side, the choppy short locks bounced. Then slowly her eyes went to the plate and then back to him.
The man's eyes narrowed and a growl rumbled through him. "Mice that do not eat get fed to snakes."
Her arm moved- and then the spoon dropped. Again.
With grit teeth, Kurokawa Taiki felt the need to slaughter all those he had already killed. Those that made this child like this, deserved an even worse death than he had given them. Part of him wondered if he should kill this kid too, but the shinigami peered at it curiously too.
He should find it a family. Claim to that witch that he was giving it back from where he had kidnapped it from. A family would help this kid more than he ever could. A family with a dog. A dog would probably be good for her. Taiki plotted by himself before he felt those green unresponsive eyes upon him again. He returned her stare, fully knowing that part of him kinda itched to kill her and yet at the same time that same part was a bit curious to keep her alive. Never before had the death god within him wanted to not kill something. It was strange, but her lack of responses was even stranger. What little kid barely out of diapers was like this?
Just what had they done to it, to make it this way? He wondered.
"I should let you starve." He told it bitterly at himself, at it, at the world.
"You, pick up that spoon." He crossed his arms, staring it down with his most murderous glare.
It blinked, numb to the death that sat on the other side. Without emotion, it stared at the death-god joined man.
Many had died at his hands for less. Many had begged him for mercy just because he threw a glance their way. Nearly all would have cried by now...
But it just stared. A product of its environment; the abuse, neglect, and isolation.
"Fucking Mouse." Taiki turned his head away first. Blood boiled within him. He should have tortured those within that place. Somehow killed them a thousand times over. But he hadn't, and now they were just dead. Too easily dead...
Bitter, he glanced back. His eyes settled on that tiny messy spoon.
"Here." He picked it up. Dragging it across the plate in the mush, he scooped up what was supposed to be good for kids. Again he held it to her lips and pushed it into her mouth. Again he fed her. Again she swallowed.
Her green eyes just stared. As if she was a shell or a soulless doll, she expressed nothing.
"This is eating. You will do this, at least three times a day." He growled as if demanding she should live.
The shinigami within him wished to return more to normal (death). And feeding her yet another bite, Taiki agreed. More needed to die...