Chapter Thirteen
My beloved Season's call me
Because I always feel you
In me-Hyde
Ganta
The time finally came for Ganta to fight the Crow. And as he stood, trembling, staring at the intimidating man before him, he remembered an odd thought. That time when Shiro attempted to kill him with a metal pipe-because he wanted to "die". I won't run away anymore, Ganta thought, no matter what I must get through this. I must find the Red Man. He clenched his teeth, and accepted his fate.
"I hope your ready Woodpecker. Cause when that buzzer goes off… I'm gonna fuck you up man, whether you fight back or not" the Crow sliced his arms and out came the Crow's claws.
"DEADMEN, FIGHT!" Ganta bit into his thumb ripping off a layer of skin, needing to bleed. He summoned a small clump of blood onto his hand, forming it into a misshaped ball.
"Take this!" he shoots the blood at the Crow, who smirked and cut the blood bullet in half,
"Dead Center" he said, as the blood thinned out and fell onto the floor. Ganta formed more bullets, continuously shooting them in vain. The Crow easily deflected them; the first beginner's luck trick from when they first met wouldn't work this time.
"Come on Woodpecker, please don't let this be all you've got" Ganta ran. He ran for his precious life. He thanked the twisted person that made this game for adding in props-there was a large thick tree for him to climb. And thankfully he knew how to climb. He climbed up to the top branch, and began shooting bullets at the man. He noticed his blood was thinning with each shot, but ignored it-that is until he began to feel woozy. He stumbled a bit and felt a massive headache sneak in.
"Wha-what's going on?"
"I was wondering when you'd start feeling symptoms," the Crow said,
"Don't you realize your blood is apart of your body" shit, Ganta thought, and I shot so many bullets.
"I'm sure a kid like you understands what happens when you loose a lot of blood" Ganta slapped his hand against his mouth; he was getting ready to puke. His vision blurred and whirled with strange blotches of colors.
"You have a long ways to go kid…that is if you survive this" the Crow thinned out his blood, causing his claws to grow longer and sharper. With a serious of swift motions he minced the tree into pieces. Ganta fell to the ground, hard. He knew the Crow was standing over him, glaring down at him-pitying him.
"Ya know, when I first heard your name, Woodpecker, I thought you'd be pretty good…But I guess names don't always go with looks. Anyways, I'm going to kill you" No, I can't die here, not now, Ganta thought. I have to defeat the Red Man. Get up! Get up! A bullet hit the announcers post, and as it fell Crow easily sliced through it,
"Too easy-" Ganta quickly stood up and pressed his hand against the Crow's chest,
"My name is Ganta!" the bullet was powerful enough to knock out the Crow.
Tamaki Tsunenaga
He didn't think the Woodpecker would be much against Senji Kiyomasa. Honestly he was pretty sure the boy was a goner. But somehow he won. Kurokami won against the Crow as well. Now that it came mind, he wondered how she was doing. He had figured out the game to play, but it would take some time before it was officially put into action. He would have to wait for his "soldiers" to be created. And she would have to find hers-if she could. Habibah seemed more of the friendly type than Kurokami-and the irony of it all is that they're the same person. He picked up the queen, a black chess piece, off his desk and held it up to his eyes.
"Oh how you've tamed me, my dear Queen. But no longer, we shall see who rises out of the ashes from our fire" there was a knock on the door, and without his consent in came doctor Rei. She held a container, a red crystal floating in the fluid within, and placed it on his desk.
"We've observed the crystal within the boy's chest, and have come to the conclusion that this is what have caused the birth of all of these deadmen-and why they are all from this region. After the earthquake, these crystals somehow wound up in numerous people." Tamaki smiled, replacing the black queen in his hand with the white king piece.
"When can we start the trials?" he said coldly.
"Whenever your ready, sir"
Senji Kiyomasa
It was time for the penalty game, to be exact his second penalty game. He never expected to lose to such a weak link. But he admitted the kid had spirit-a rare trait. The perverse doctor woman began the game, and the slot machine went to work. Thirty seconds gone by when he finally said "stop". The three images, that presented the body part that would be removed from his body, was his right eye. Damn, he thought, that's my good eye. As the doctor made the preparations to remove his eyes, and by the way with no anesthetics, he let his mind wander. It didn't surprise him that Habibah surfaced to the top. He scolded himself for hurting her, and even cursing at her. Whoever she was he would accept all of her. Why though, he thought. Though the answer was practically waving in his face. And the pain was instant, the gadget had clenched on the entirety of his eye. She plucked out his eye, making it as painful as possible-since she is quite sadistic. He could feel the blood gushing out of the wound, running down his face. He was gasping and cursing.
"Oh it wasn't that bad" the doctor said,
"Fuck you, bitch" Senji spat, and she laughed.
"Such colorful language"
Habibah
Habibah lye on her bed, not wanting to leave her room ever again-she truly wanted someone to put her out of her misery. It wasn't too long ago when depression had a tight grasp on her. And now it was creeping back, much like a parasite, it was sucking the happiness out of her. She was afraid of Senji, she would never see him the same way-ever. When she finally thought she could trust someone, it all shattered. What had she done to deserve that?
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Habibah was so distracted she didn't notice the man walk into her room and sit on her bed. His eyes were smoky grey and his hair was a blood red-her eyes widened upon realizing that he was the man in her dream a few days ago.
"Hm? You gonna talk, or no?" he reached out his hand and cupped her cheek. His hand was awfully cold.
"Come to me, Kannon, let me sing you a song" She glared at him, really wanting him to leave-but why did he seem so familiar? And why did she feel she could trust him?
"Come here" he urged and Habibah crawled over to him, sitting on his lap and cradling onto him. He ran his fingers through her hair, and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
"When you feel you're alone
Cut off from this cruel world
Your instincts telling you to run
Remember you're loved and you always will be
The angels voices will be bring you right back home" she felt soothed, for the first time. Though this man's skin was cold, he was somehow allowing her to relax. Habibah closed her eyes as he sang this melody. The man wrapped an arm around her and held her closely, and intimately. She looked up at him, and without hesitation he kissed her. So passionately, lovingly, he grabbed her legs and urged them around his waist-and that's when she kissed back. Her fingers tangling in his hair, her chest pressed against him, as she straddled him.
"Open wide" he said, and she obeyed, parting her lips wide enough for him to slip his tongue through. Habibah gasped as he grasped her bottom and began grinding against her. She was reluctant at first, but felt so comfortable with him, that she followed his rhythm. It didn't take long for him to be on top of her, undressing her,
"That's right, my Kannon" he said as he kissed, licked, and sucked along her jaw line.
"Open to me, and I'll please you, whatever you want I'll give to you, and in return, bless me" bless him? But how would she do that? He bit her neck, and she cried out, clawing onto his back. He moaned, and grinded harder against her,
"More, bless me more" Habibah hoisted herself up and bit his neck, digging her teeth into his skin, drawing blood and raked her nails across his back. He groaned deeply and bit a little too hard onto Habibah's skin, a little blood trickled down her neck-and it was enough to awaken the demon.
KuroKami
She evaluated the situation and easily adapted. She used the little trickle of blood on her neck to form a thin, sharp needle, and held it in her fingers playfully.
"You'll have to beg for it," she said, and he smirked.
"Please, my Kannon, give an obedient servant your sweet blessing" oh, but she still wanted to play with him, really have him at the edge before giving him his "blessing".
"How obedient is my servant?"
"Your wish is my command" she smiled widely and cruelly. She was in the mood for bloody work to be done.
"Paint me a red canvas" the uber-monk's eyes widened in utter delight. He hurried off of the bed, out of the room, through the hallway in search for a "canvas". Kurokami followed behind him. They came upon an unfortunate patroller, and the monk was swift. The screams were like drugs to Kurokami, making her high to hear more. But not high enough, it was the crimson that caused her blood to rush-caused her heart to beat drastically.
"How is this, my Kannon?" he said. The patroller had been completely mutilated, and he was covered in the patroller's blood.
"Come to your Kannon" Kurokami said. He did, and kissed her deeply once more. Using the blood needle, Kurokami stabbed him in the arm, and he reacted with a moan. She stabbed him over and over.
"Fuck that feels so good" He hoisted her up the wall, unzipping his pants.
"May I please you" his erection hung in-between the zipper lines. As much as Kurokami wanted to be pleased, she wanted to torture him just as much.
"You may not" his brow lifted, she could tell he was dying to be in her.
"Maybe next time, but not now. Let me down" he abided.
"May I accompany you?" she glanced at him,
"Alright"