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 Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:29 pm
"Your body won't die?" Kazutaka asked, grey gaze focused on the shinigami. "Care to explain that tidbit as well?"
'This is insane! No, this man here is insane. He had to have been lucky, nothing more. Ridiculous!'
Muraki was beginning to think, more and more, that the man beside him was a raving lunatic...
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:53 pm
This was a painful tale to tell indeed. The shinigami winced at the memories flooding into his consciousness.
"Muraki...your grandfather was my doctor. I...did a lot of bad things when I was young...and I stopped aging at 25. Eight years I spent in his hospital, eight years of not eating, not sleeping, and...and trying my best to kill myself. It took me eight years..." the tears were fighting their way back again, and his stomach was tying itself in a painful knot.
"But I finally died, you see. What I am now..well..I am a shinigami..." the admission felt interesting. It was odd telling this to someone who he wasn't about to collect the soul from.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:07 pm
Kazutaka closed his eyes, laughing as he relaxed against the train seat.
"Now I know you're insane. Shinigami ka? There's hardly such a thing as a shinigami... just a stupid superstition."
Obviously... Muraki wasn't into the supernatural.
At least not this Muraki.
"You're crazy, Tsuzuki-san. I don't know why I even thought to believe you."
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:15 pm
Frowning, he thought the best way to deal with this from here.
Okay...Muraki thought he was just a madman now. How ironic.
Talking would only make his case seem worse...therefore the only option was to prove it, but how?
Wait...he had a fork in his coat pocket. He carried it around just for dessert emergencies...though this fact very well might have meant he was just a little bit crazy.
He pulled it out, made sure there was nobody near them for several rows each way, looked Muraki in the eye, smirked, and stabbed it down into his upturned wrist as had as he could, ripping it wide open, even managing to pull a couple of veins out. The blood spurted a time or two and he placed his hand over the wound, allowing it to heal up, which it did very quickly.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:19 pm
Muraki reacted immediately, "******** idiot!" he doctor half shouted, reaching out to put pressure on the wound.
Only to find there was no wound.
For once... Kazutaka was COMPLETELY speechless.
Some of Tsuzuki's blood had spurted onto his shirt, and, as if in a daze, Muraki wiped the blood onto one finger and looked at it.
It was really blood...
But no wound?
"H... How?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:41 pm
"Sorry about your shirt..." he apologized sincerely. Always so clumsy...
He smiled at Muraki then. For some reason, he was praying that the man would understand him, value him for something. He needed that, if it was only just acknowledgment.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:45 pm
"Screw the shirt." Muraki spoke quickly, his grey eyes roving over the shinigami's form. "This is... this is amazing..." the man whispered.
In truth, all of the medical implications of such a thing... was going through his mind like a whirlwind.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:06 pm
"Amazing..." he repeated as if in awe. That was a word that wasn't used in description of Tsuzuki...ever.
"You...like this about me?" he asked innocently.
"Really? This pleases you?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:10 pm
"Of course I like it." Kazutaka replied, obviously happy about this strange chain of events. "Think of the implications to science this would have, Tsuzuki-san."
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:36 pm
"Oh..." he was obviously frightened when Muraki made that statement. He had just opened himself up to be another freakish science experiment.
Of course he had.
He was a freak, and nothing more. Just your run of the mill monster.
"Please...please don't hurt me again..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:40 pm
Kazutaka shook his head, "Who said anything about hurting you? If I can understand how it works... if I can replicate that power... Tsuzuki-san, think of the lives it could save?!"
'I could cure Ukyou... she could finally live a normal life!' Muraki thought to himself.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:57 pm
"No...it doesn't work like that. Your Grandfather tried and tried. I'm not compatible...I'm, well...I'm something else entirely. Anything mixed with my blood or cells dies. He looked sad. Perhaps Muraki wasn't going to harm him, but he was still nothing better than a lab rat to the man.
"I wish there were something I could do...really." he meant what he said. As many lives as he had taken, he would be ecstatic to save some.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:59 pm
"My grandfather lived a long time ago." Muraki spoke with a slight smile. "Science has come a long way, Tsuzuki-san. Wouldn't you at least let me try?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 12:05 am
"If you insist..." he conceded. This was terrible. He should have simply shut up long ago, let Muraki slip by, go on with life. He was harmless now.
Instead, he was putting himself through a whole new type of hell.
It occurred to him that, now that Muraki didn't wish to destroy him or murder any innocent people, he really longed for the man's attention. He wanted the doctor to want him, but not as a puzzle to solve.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 12:09 am
Smiling, Kazutaka sat back against the train chair, "Wait until I tell Oriya... he'll be so happy." Muraki glanced at the shinigami. "The truth is... my fiancee is incredibly frail. I went into medicine with the hopes of being able to help her. This... this might be the answer I've been looking for, Tsuzuki-san."
(((OOC: I think I'm gonna run to bed, hehe. 2am... sleepy!)))
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