Gashes- Obanai
To Obanai the feeling of a knife, or sword, slicing his skin was a feeling worse than death.
He remembered clearly when he was a child, and he first got his mouth cut. He remembered the feeling of not even knowing he was injured at first, like he was in so much shock it hadn't even registered. But he remembered after the delay the most. He pain can right after slicing through his skin and then seeming to go further than the actual wound. It went right through his skull, out the back off his head even. The pain seemed to be centred around the slash but his whole body felt it. it was like waves, starting out at the gash and then echoing throughout his body, to the tips of his fingers to even the area around him seemed to fill with pain, like a body he never had was feeling it. there wasn't a way to describe it, no amount of words could, it burned and stung, it felt like his entire self was coming undone, he felt so much all at once. everything seemed to be falling off, chunks of skin and blood and whatever else dropped into his hands as he tried without success to keep himself together, literally.
He opened his mouth to scream but the only result was the blood pouring into his mouth and almost chocking him. that entire area was just filled with nothing put pain and blood, and chocking. he felt lightheaded. He had some sort of feeling of dread, he thought he must be on hies death bed. Death seemed just a few seconds away, like if he reached out his hand he could touch it. only problem was he didn't know if he wanted to or not, like he just wanted to get away from the pain that consumed him at all costs but his natural instinct to survive simply would not allow him to think that. Mental battles weren't very easy to focus on when you genuinely felt like it just might be the end of the line for you though. With the entire bottom half of his face feeling both non-existent and at the same time the only part of him that was real, he thought he could feel his soul leaving his body. Leaving along with whatever bits of his mouth had been gashed off.
Somehow, by some odd chance, he lived. He knew how unlikely that must have been with what he felt but… for some reason he'd never know he was still stuck on this earth. Feeling along the scar. It was still rough; the skin still didn't feel quite right. The rigid edge of it felt more like some sort of sharp rock rather than flesh that really should be soft to the touch. So, he didn't touch it often. But when he did, he was sure he felt some kind pain that clearly wasn't there. It must have just been the memories of the pain. Ghost like pain that only came out when his hands lingered around the scar that was permanently carved into his face.
