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 Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 8:45 pm
[[Last time I went when I was.. nine? Eight, even.
I wants some too. But I get stuck with all 'em sports drinks and apple juice. D; I haven't had Kool-Aid or Crystal Light or anything of the sort.]]
Itachi put his foot on Hisoka's back, rolling him like a log so he would face upwards. How stupid could this guy get? Did the words 'guessing' and 'game' ever ring a bell? Maybe Sasuke was more fun than this guy. Ehh, he probably was. It didn't take long to conjure up something using the sharingan. A piece of wood, levitated over Hisoka just below the ceiling. The wood had kunais tied by a thin string, threatening to fall. Perhaps he'd start guessing now. It's not like he'd be right anytime soon. Itachi smirked to himself, only to walk towards a wall and face the centre of the room.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 8:58 pm
[[ My mum made some. 8D
. . . -confuzzled- . . . -so's Hiso-teme.- ]]
Hisoka felt the blood rushing to his wounds quicker, now. His heart beat must've sped up more. He didn't think that was possible by the time he'd gotten his second wound. He already had his third by this point, and he took it that he'd soon have his fourth.
He wasn't sure what it was Itachi wanted him to do or say. He couldn't talk very well by this point, and his body was allowed little movements. Big ones would've took too much energy and blood, anyways.
"Bored of me... already?" Hisoka turned his head, attempting to find the Uchiha, and was greeted with little to no success. He coughed, trying to clear his throat. "Do it... already. Kill, Uchiha."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 6:45 pm
[[Gahh! I wunna some. o-o;;
Nyaaaah! Not again.. Okay.. let's try this again? I'll see if my next post will clear some things up...]]
Itachi watched Hisoka struggle with a smug look on his face. Oh how this man deserved to suffer horribly. He held his fist with his other hand as if he was about to crack his knuckles. He dared not to, the sound of Hisoka's labored, pained breathing was all he wanted to hear. Itachi's wooden board levitated was fit almost exactly to cover Hisoka's body, only a thin layer of kunai would barely hit Hisoka. The thin string holding them up looked like they would fall any second. Itachi held out a thin sebon, launching it towards one of the thin strings. The sebon brushed against the corner string, dropping right next to Hisoka's head hard. "Don't tell me what to do.." Itachi dug into his weapon belt, pulling out several other sebon to throw.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 12:57 am
[[ Uh... I'll mail a cup to you? 8D?
I can't remember why I was confused before. >___>;; ]]
Hisoka's breath hitched in his throat. He was almost hoping that one would hit, just so this damned torture would be over. But, apparently, the boy was willing it to go on much, much longer. Exactly what Hisoka didn't want. What did he have to do to make this end?
He managed to roll over a little, hopefully causing some of the kunai to have better aim for when they were scheduled to fall. What else would he say to the boy? He couldn't so much taunt him; they both knew he was capable of killing, that much was for sure...
Damn.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 11:04 pm
[[Yes please!
Oh.. well.. oh. I doesn't know what to say to that.
P.S- I was reading our earlier pages of the discussion thread. How childish we were! [and still are]]]
Itachi smirked. The look on Hisoka's face was priceless. He didn't mean the good priceless, either. The look on his face didn't cost a penny. Itachi hadn't known such cheap little things could make him feel so good. He threw a sebon, managing to strike down a whole line of kunai; again just on the border line. Itachi brushed a lock of black hair out of his eyes. He wouldn't dare miss something as amusing as this.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 8:49 am
[[ I believe this is quite impossible, but I shall try. xD
Me either. > o >
P.S. - See, I've read the beginning of everything except the Discussion Forum. I should give it a looooook~]]
This was almost silly. Hisoka felt completely lackadaisical by this point in time. All of it was nonsense; pure and utter nonsense, this world was. Same goes for the crazed boy who just decided he'd ******** with Hisoka's head the entire time. It was all causing Hisoka tremendous frustration.
Not to mention tremendous pain.
The boy would just off Hisoka by some point, right? Although, that meant waiting and suffering for 3 days. How much time had been used up thus far? With Hisoka's luck, he probably hadn't even eaten through an hour yet. He forced his neck to carry his head away, looking towards one of the dead bodies. It wasn't the picture he wanted to see, but he was tired of contributing effort to a moot point.
It was a dead, moot, dull point that wouldn't change no matter how Hisoka acted towards it. Nothing was up to him here; everything was controlled by that damned Uchiha, and he was sure Nami had a partial part in it all as well.
. . . Well, screw them.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 9:38 pm
[[Why do they put so many frickin' stars in...?=____=;;
Shall I just speed this up and kill him already..?]]
Itachi stared intently at the thin strings holding the kunai up. If only the words 'staring daggers' were literally what they were, maybe Hisoka would've died that very moment. He listened, holding his breath for a moment, to hear Hisoka's breathing; his heartbeat. Surely he was still alive, right? Or had Itachi miscalculated how weak average people were? One thing he knew without a doubt was Hisoka had finally accepted whatever the hell Itachi was throwing at him and stopped squirming.
Itachi took his sweet time, his footsteps silent in the dead room. He put his foot on Hisoka's side, slightly rolling him from one side to another. From the looks of things the god damned man was still alive. Itachi looked at the levitating board nearly 45 degrees from him. He spat out a mini sebon, hitting a string connected to a kunai that would actually connect with Hisoka's thigh this time.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:15 pm
[[ ... Pardon? > o >
I suppose- -if you want. C: I think Hisoka-san shall die soon... yet still very painfully. ... and amazingly... and Itachi-like. <3 ]]
Everything seemed to be in slow motion; Hisoka could see every detail of the kunai as it fell down towards him. From the looks of it, it seemed to be heading for his upper thigh. ... That definitely wasn't his chest- - which was what Hisoka wanted. He'd been tortured long enough, right? By this point, he just wanted to die.
As he finished his last thought, the dagger made contact with his body. Involuntarily, his teeth ground together, and he managed to barely stifle a groan. The pain didn't cease, but Hisoka managed to open his eyes and look up at his captor.
Teeth still grinding together, a quiet, "******** you," was heard.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 5:27 pm
[[They put, like, twenty billion stars for f u c k.
Nyahhh, I kinda just wanna leave him and see how long he can last with throat injuries. d:]]
Itachi almost laughed. A whole heart felt laugh. But no. In any other scenario, Itachi's laugh would make everyone, male and female alike, fall in love with him. At the moment, he was just plain scary. Instead, Itachi chuckled. The chuckle all evil villians had perfected over time. He tilted his head slightly downward to see Hisoka. "You're still a live." Again, not a question. It was a fact. One Itachi didn't fancy and would soon change it. Another 'tu' noise came from his mouth, another small sebon heading for the string with the kunai above his other thigh. How many kunai could Itachi stick into the poor man's body before he left the world? Hopefully till the whole board was empty.
Two other 'tu's followed. One for one arm and the second for his other. Itachi stared at the pile of blood for a moment and looked towards the wall where Sasuke was supposed to be.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 9:39 pm
[[Ohhh. I have that turned OFF.
I guess. Shall I make him bleed out soon? = w= ]]
Even though Hisoka felt a bit light-headed and faded, he was still very aware of the situation. He could feel the kunais make contact, one after the other. The pain was excruciating, and he had let out a deep yelp, but he still felt very far from the 'world.'
At this moment, it didn't occur to him that once he was wounded, he wouldn't stop bleeding. What he was feeling was blood-loss, and that's one of the very worst ways to die. His vision was fading and he felt chilled to the bone, and the deep gashes in his limbs and neck surely didn't help. He knew exactly where every drop of lost blood from his body was; the metallic liquid so hot compared to his body temperature, he was sure it was leaving small burns in every path it fell, rolled, and oozed down.
This was what it was like to be completely and utterly tortured and alone in the world. He realized now how much Nami had went through, but it wouldn't change anything. He still wouldn't apologize, and he'd still die.
Now, he wondered what he'd caused Aimi.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 9:09 pm
[[You can turn it off? Really? O.O;;
Actually, we should make him die soon in the next few posts. Itachi and Nami could go to the market and go buy some things and bump into everyone else. :3]]
Itachi breathed in the bittersweet scent of blood. It wasn't one he enjoyed and wanted to avoid as much as possible. For most of his opponents, Itachi would end their lives quickly and swiftly without them having to squirm and feel much pain at all. Hisoka would've been the same case if he hadn't done any wrong against Nami. But he had. And what Hisoka had done had major consequences and impacted Nami a whole lot. It wasn't the smartest thing to do.
For now, Itachi just stared at the wooden bored. Occasionally spitting out a sebon here and there. His interest peeked and dropped in an instant. Hisoka could go die, die the most painful death in history. Itachi closed his eyes, listening to his own breathing. What Hisoka did from this moment on was not of his concern. He'd already lost too much blood, he wouldn't live much longer.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 9:28 pm
[[ Mhmm. In preferences, it's the first thing you see, right? ... If I'm right, then yeah. 8D
But... Nami's not planning on coming back so soon. o 3o Another farewell for the two. Wasn't that the whole reason for Part 2?
... By the way, WELCOME BACK. 8D ... Heard joo were grounded? :C
... Hisoka's dying in this post. In the Tsukiyomi, at least. In the real world he'll just collapse. ...I'm tired of him.]]
Hisoka's body visibly started to pale further and further. His vision finally just blurred to the point that he couldn't make anything out, so he just kept them closed. Suddenly, one of his hands shot up to his mouth as he started coughing up blood. This action caused him to sit half-way up and then fall back down onto his back.
He mumbled something incoherent, but no doubt was it something incredibly crude. He knew what point was coming, especially as his body ceased to ache and bleed. In those few seconds of haven, there was an enternity in hell he had to live out. He stared up at Itachi in those last few seconds, seeing as nothing else in the room was living. His eyes dialated and then turned a dull grey.
[ Too bad that as soon as he gets out of the Tsukiyomi, he has to die again. xD ]
[[... Yeah, I know, that failed completely. But my brain died, as well as Hisoka.]]
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