Yeah, hurt me!
Like this!
[ With the swift movement of her hand, the brunette took hold of the scissors she examined earlier, and made a spectacle of the example, jabbing it into her thigh. She winced, suppressing a grunt from the realization her strength was in full effect, making the jab go further than she intended. She stumbled, a hand placed on the wall quickly before ripping it out and handing it towards the other with a shaky hand. ]
You’re my [ Her words came breathy, low and exhaled. ] f-friend, right ..?
If you’re angry .. just hurt me!
Hurt me!
[ She didn’t want him hurting others, and she need not the urge herself. At least, not when she was surrounded by such as a child in preparation for taking over the family business one day. Hana would rather take the punch than give it out, and strangely, she quite liked the feeling of it right now.
In fact, she chose it over violence.
But, but bUT— if Kanji didn’t then .. then she’d have to do something about it. Because he would hurt others, and hurt herself, and help her hurt herself, and hurt hurt hurt hurT huRT hURT HURT pain pain, pain, pain, she disliked it but she wanted it, very badly. How weird, she proclaimed! How utterly confusing! Kanji, Kanji! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry and do it! DO IT KANJI do IT DO IT AND HURRY HURRY— ]
Kanji! Are you listen … ing? I’ll feel, feel worse if you don’t a-and .. I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t! Kanji, you need to. Hurry and please!
“—!!!!”
[ She just stabbed herself! He flinched, unable to take his eyes off this horrifying sight. He’s seen displays of homicidal tendencies, sure, but not something so… self-harmful! His breath was suspended. Tough guy or not, not even the manliest of men could stomach a young woman stabbing her own thigh with a pair of scissors.
The bloodied pair was offered to him. He couldn’t accept it, god no. ]
“Listen to yourself, ya sound like a suicidal asshole!”
[ He didn’t want to hurt her. No, is this karma for being so rejecting to her? Damn it this isn’t happening, no this isn’t happening this isn’t fucking happening this isn’t happening, oh god it’s happening isn’t it, fuck everything fuck fuck fuck— ]
“LISTEN TO YOURSELF, DAMN IT!!!!”
[ He let rage take him over. His fists tightened, without thinking sending a fist sideways-bound. Knuckles would connect to her jaw at full force if given the opportunity to hit. ]
“You gotta be a dumbass ta’ think I’d stab ya like that! We’re friends, and that means I don’t go ‘round stabbin’ friends with dirty-ass scissors, alright!?”
(Source: tatsumikohai)
[ He hurt someone. ]
Thanks.
[ He hurt someone. ]
Thank you, Kanji.
[ The fact that she had managed to get his name right alone should’ve been a set off, her distinctive change in appearance and the fact that she even seemed a bit paler— but, she already turned around to eye the items in the area, making it a bit difficult to examine her conditions any further.
The fact that her mindset wasn’t the best, and that he just, in a way, locked himself with an ‘infected’— oh! Shiny! The sewing machine, the pair of sharp— sharp, very sharp— scissors, and the cloth that she needed to retrieve. She simply took it as instructed, and turned to view Kanji, and handed it to him. She at least took some pride in her behavior so far, almost like a child. ]
Here.
[ She watched him clean it off quietly, stirring in her own thoughts.
She was fiddling with the thought of scolding Kanji on how hurting people was bad and all, but maybe this would be better? She didn’t want to hurt someone who reminded her of Shinagawa, after all. It’d feel like she was beating on her own best friend!
He wasn’t that bad of a guy, either. Despite that scar, the blonde was pretty nice! So, maybe he could do this one favor for her? ]
Hey, Kanji, can you hurt me?
“Ain’t no problem.”
[ Did she really just get his name right? He’s not Brittney Spears anymore? The blond really isn’t one to notice the little things, or even the big things. She did look a little different, he’d have to admit— maybe the infected guys got to her—
………. the infected guys got to her…………… Shit.
And here he is, locking himself and someone whom could easily be infected in the room. Well ain’t he a smarty pants!
Without much further question, the blond took the cloth offered to him, wiping the bloodstain with it. Good thing it’s still fresh, or else it’d be difficult to clean off with cloth alone. This is just one big clusterfuck, wasn’t it? ]
Hey, Kanji, can you hurt me?
“E-ehhh!?”
[ What’s she even asking— … damn it. ]
“Hurt ya? The hell for!? Don’t tell me you’re— god damn it!”
“You got the virus thing, didn’t ya?” [ Then why isn’t she lunging at him…? ]
(Source: tatsumikohai)
Kanji!
Kanji! What’s going on!
[ The brunette called inside the store, already having spouted the act of violence. She began to itch her arm unconsciously as worry tinted her voice. She had to admit, even she was alarmed at the recent amount of violence. But, having it so close to home was—! ]
Are you alright? I mean, is that guy okay too? He won’t hurt you anymore? I mean he did kinda try and throw you and all. [ She mumbled, scratching her neck, nervously looking around. Really, it was silly for her to act this way. Trying to rationalize worry was complicated itself, but— ]
…. Are you sure you’re okay? [ Oh, oh, oh! Blood, what a strange and alarming sight indeed. Her hand hovered over the folding chair, a curious expression on her face before uneasiness suddenly overtook. ] Hey, you .. didn’t catch that virus they were talking about, right? [ She asked cautiously, not exactly enjoying the violence that suddenly spread.
As ironic as it was that she helped in causing it. ]
Can you .. wash that off? It’s making me a bit fidgety.
“Whatsyourface— Hana!”
[ He dared not lose the chair he held so close. The blond’s so ready to pound someone’s face in, and yet the young girl came forth, the girl he’s been harassed by since day 1, and now stuck in this sick little outbreak, herself. There’s no way he’d swing this heavy ass chair her way. ]
“Jus’ get the hell in here, the guys outside are nuts!” [ Albeit forcibly, one hand released the chair, dragging the girl further into the tailoring shop. The doors themselves would close on their own. He just didn’t want someone barging in deciding they wanted to rob the place. Even if that were the case, he’s more than prepared to take a few punks down no problem.
As of now, both were in the rear room, the very room the seamstresses WOULD be sewing and tailoring, but of course they’ve gone nuts as well. He leaned the chair against the door, backrest propped under the knob. ]
“I didn’t catch nothin’, these guys just decided they wanted to pick a fight with me. I jus’ gave ‘em the beatdown they’ll feel next week.”
“Shit, it barely fuckin’ started an’ everyone’s in a goddamn knot.”
Can you .. wash that off? It’s making me a bit fidgety.
“Eh?”
[ At first, the blond didn’t understand her request. Only until he laid eyes on his own weapon did he understand. A minor blood stain on the metallic surface showed its face to him. ] “Oh, right. Get me one o’ those cloths over there. S’still fresh, so it should come off easy.”
(Source: tatsumikohai)
missmegane replied to your post: i seen u yesterday in the back alley bobbin fo apples, and let me u, it was not halloween, and that was not an apple…… it was a man’s penis
Does! The! Dirty hobo! Know! What a penis is! Do you know, Kani?
“Kanji, dammit! And why’re you askin’ me!?”
