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Akemi: *smiles* Your father is a wise man then...
Akira: *continues to say nothing but growl, trying to force his way up, jacks weight holding him down as he thrashes, turning his head away to not look towards him*
-Jack forcefully turns his head as another drop of blood lands and touches his lips-
DO IT! HAHAAHHAAHHA
Akira: *tries to resist, his face becoming pitiful as he tries to fight, no longer struggling, growling or moving, just staring, in hope he'd stop, the blood drop rolling down his lips into the crease of his mouth, tears almost ready to roll from his black, soulless eyes*
You look like you've finally been pushed
-Jack leans extremely close, his neck a couple of inches from Akira's mouth when he whispers into his ear-
I win.
Akira: *turns, lifting his head slightly, opening his mouth wide, his fangs puncturing the skin, the precious red mercury running softly down Jack neck, Akira's mouth clamping onto his neck as it becomes to much and he drinks. His eyes turning blood red, as they close, a tear falling down his cheek*
-Jack flinches, it was quite painful, but it had a sensation to it-
H-heheh...Jack d-destroyer of friendships...
Akira: *his vision clouds, he struggles to hear or sense anything clearly, Jack's words ringing in his mind as his mouth clamps down hard on Jack/Tasuke's Throat, pulling his head back, tearing away some of the flesh. He summons his scythes to his hands, spinning them in his fingers to slice through Jack's wrists, Jack's body flopping down due to lack of support, and probable shock, Jack's hand's still clamped onto his arms, blood gushing out of Jack's wounds, Akira plunges the scythes into Jack's back, hooking them in and using them to lift Jack's body up and off himself to the side, he spins the scythes again causing them to disappear as Akira proceeds with the massacre...by the end not a drop of blood was left, except those which had stained their clothes and surroundings. Jack's lifeless body laying beside the sofa, in a state too gruesome to imagine, Akira leaning against the wall, his knees to his chest, his eyes remaining blood red as he stared at the ceiling. He summons an hourglass to his palm, looking at the sand frozen in animation before dismissing it. Akira sits for a while unmoving, trying to come to terms with what had happened before standing and walking over to the body in silence. As if without thinking, he checks the breathing and places it in the recovery position, knowing full well nothing was going to happen, he stands and looks at the pitiful state the pair had becoming mutters a few, simple words, to no one* I have no friends. *before he starts walking towards the front door*
-It was all quick and even Jack was shocked, the pain he felt was horrid, he didn't like it, he found his match. His body may have been in a state, but one of his eyes was working and his mouth wasn't too torn to shreads-
Ack! -he splutters, his tongue wasn't working and his jaw was hanging, the Ice Heart inside had melted but the crystal still remained and it glowed brightly-