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Azami saw the Shiva get to his feet he like her appeared to be purely driven by blood lust in the desire to see the other one dead. Azami strained with all her strength against her bonds, but she was psychically weak, and accomplished nothing short of tiring herself out. Azami now totally defenseless under Shiva's attack broke. She began sobbing uncontrollably. She had made it all this way to this academy and she had learned so much, and it was all for noting she was going to die and there was nothing she could do about. Her whole life had been nothing but misery. She was born a hideous freak, and she had never had the chance to prove herself to anyone. Azami gazed up at Shiva bawlng her eyes out a look of defenseless innocent terror on her face.

As Shiva turned away, he was faced with the vision of Kazuma standing just inside the doorway, his dark eyes glaring at him. Kazuma had clearly been rough housing. His perfect suit had rips and tears, and a long, clean gash through the back of the jacket that exposed skin criss-crossed with what appeared to be stitches. Kazuma's left arms was held across his midsection, giving him the appearance of waiting on someone, but his right hand was half-out of his jacket, clutching a dark rod. Kazuma seemed to have stopped in mid draw as Shiva had swung his hand down upon Azami. He kept his eyes trained on Shiva and his right arm as he walked by out the door.

Azami slowly brought hr sobbing under control as Kazuma stopped Shiva fro murdering her where she lay. Azami turned to face Kazuma and smiled faintly at him he had definitely saved her life. She felt happy that this boy had done that for her, but a deeper uglier part of her was sad she hadn't been killed and put out of her misery. "Kazuma? Th-the archer are you?" Azami started to ask, but stopped realizing that, even if she asked she wouldn't be able to hear him speak. Tears once again slowly flowed from her eyes quietly this time though, at the frustration of not being able to communicate.

Azami lay still for a moment and her breathing returned to normal. The medical ninja's gathered around her and began to undo her straps believing the danger had passed. And the danger had passed, until Shiva shook his head. Azami only saw this as a way for him to hit her while she was down and she lept from the bed the second the med ninja's had their backs turned to consult with a senior nin on her deafness. Azami ran into the hallway silently and saw Shiva making his slow way down the hall. She silently ran behind him until she couldn't take it any longer. She let loose a maniacal laugh and she did a graceful front flip over him her jaws perched milliseconds away from slamming shut on his head, as time seemed to slow down as she hung in the air above him her jaws now speeding toward his neck.

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Azami landed on the floor on the opposite side of Shiva's corpse. Azami turned toface the medic ninja's Shiva's head sat alughing perched between her neck and her fly trap jaw. The medic ninja's looked stunned for a moment as blood dripped from Azami's jaws onto her hair. "..." Azami said nothing, but merely stared between the medic ninja and Shiva.
"Dear lord!" one of the medical nin screamed "someone go for help!" Medical ninja's scrambled around trying to get into the village and find some help.
Meanwhile Azami had knelt down next to Shiva and was taking full advantage of her now awakened clan's blood. She had scooped Shiva into her real mouth which had grotesquely fused with her flytrap jaws and she consumed what was left of Shiva's body whole. She felt alive had her mouth not been so full she would be laughing with joy. He tasted so good, she could feel his energy joining her's and she suddenly wanted a taste of everyone in the village, the mdeic ninja, that archer boy that had held her from this orgasmic meal, and Kazuma? Surely, she reasoned he would taste the best of all. No, he's nice she thought to herself Yes, but is it that you think he's a kind person? or would he taste even better? Azami shook this thopught from her head as she slid Shiva's head down after his body. She stood up to discover a hallway full of Ninja all with weapons ready. She ran.

((wc total 1829. Cp consumed 50-200? confirm 10% of Shiva's cp
1600 met sweet aroma lure, and deadly flytrap learned))

((Have conversed with Burakku, and she is fine with previous post, but has moved on))

Kazuma stood in the dark forest outside the academy. He was covered in blood from his encounter with his zetsu friend and his suit was still in shambles from his fight with the archer. In his hands he held the warm beating heart of the Academy student who had been killed and consumed by Azami. Kazuma couldn't help but think back on what had transpired, on how he had been so willing to jump into the jaws of so deadly a creature in order to gain this treasure. But was he so different from her? He too craved a part of this being, and he now held that part before him. Kazuma held the heart, still wrapped in black tendril from his arm, above his head and opened his mouth. Slowly, black tendrils crept out of his throat, reaching up towards the heart. The black tendrils were followed by a dark mass as big as a head, which appeared to be many tendrils fused together. The mass squeezed its way out of Kazuma's mouth and pulled itself up to the heart with the tendrils. The mass wrapped itself around the heart and began to throb. As it throbbed, the mass grew, growing to be the size of a melon, then a man, then three men. The massive form took shape, forming itself into a tall, rounded body with arms and legs. As the form took shape, something white became visible through the black. A white mask appeared from within the form. It had an almost animalistic appearance and a dark red mark appeared next to one eye. Kazuma smiled at his creation and new weapon. He removed his shirt and jacket, revealing his body, criss-crossed with stitches. His back began to move unnaturally, and the stitching on the back undid itself. The creature slowly melded into Kazuma, shrinking and wrapping itself in his tendrils. Finally, Kazuma's back sewed itself back together, the mask seeming to rest on his back, lifeless. He picked up his clothes, smiling, and made his way out of the Academy area.

Alcaeus's form was off a little, but Noshima was irked by even the littlest thing it seemed. She took another kunai and whizzed it by his head, closer than before, and open a small cut on his cheek. Alcaeus immediately shifted back to his form before falling onto the ground in utter shock. Noshima took her foot and set it on his head, because she somehow moved so quickly behind Alcaeus's back. She tapped his his head a few times before kicking him forward, shouting, "Do I look that fat?! Honestly, I heard you were smart! Do it again brat!" Alcaeus knew anything he did would displease her, so he could only keep trying. He put his hands into the seal again and transformed into his teacher for a second time. The form was more refined, but Apprently Noshima wouldn't hear about it, so she kick him in the back, sent him into the wall, and smirked, saying, "One more time, brat."
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Alcaeus hit his head on the wooden floor a few times, hoping that this was all a dream and he would wake up soon. Unfortunately, this wasn't a dream and all he got was a bruise on his forehead and a massive headache. Meanwhile, Noshima was laughing hysterically inside her head. She loved playing mind games with the new students, and a little torture never hurt them in the long run. She perked her head up in thought, "Well, there was that one time...nah, forget it...". She snapped her fingers and Alcaeus was on his feet, obeying like her slave...which he really was at this point. Noshima smirked and crossed her legs where she sat, saying, "Bunshin no Jutsu, now." Alcaeus almost muttered a curse, but thought against it and just formed a seal for the jutsu, making an extremely horrid clone. He tensed up for the hit, and it came right on schedule. He actually cleared three desks before he stopped.
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