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"DAMMIT SEIKA!! STOP SCREWING AROUND WITH ME!" Shouted the clone, her words rang violently throughout the forest.
The clone had literally spent ten minutes searching for Seika in the water. There was just no way she could have ran off without the clone noticing. She was still in the pond...somewhere. '<******** little sneaky b***h!!' The clone seethed as she scanned the outer rim of the pond. 'How dare she run away from a fight!'
"ARE YOU THAT SCARED OF DEATH!?" The clone bellowed with the most disgusting scowl she could produce. The real Seika didn't like to be played. It was only natural the clone was the same way.
It was unusually quiet for some reason. A feeling of uneasiness and impending suffering lingered around the clone. It could feel that it was being prayed on. Two arms gently wrapped around the clones shoulders and slowly constricted it's movement.
"Death? Would you...like to see what it's like?" Seika whispered softly in it's ear, her fingers sliding over it's eyes.
Promises of a sweet death could only be trusted as lies. Her voice was the Lucifer. Everything went dark, there was only noise. A very low pitched tune played in the back of it's mind. As the melody progressed the clone could feel it's body become weaker. The melody was intoxicating and beautiful at the same time. It was like drinking poison.
Then there was a dull pain that consumed it's body. It became sharper as the melody picked up. It seemed unrelenting and only grew worse. There was nothing that could cure or remedy this pain. It was like a tape that played through the same horrible scene over and over.
Then there was a light. It started out small but grew bigger until it surrounded the clones body. The clone finally opened it's eyes, but she didn't move an inch. Seika stood over the clones body with the rim of her scythe pressed firmly against it's neck. Ah, now it understood. Seika put her under a genjutsu and dragged her body on solid ground. The clone could only glare at the original. Even in the face of death, it couldn't admit defeat.
Seika could only admire this trait but pity it for being so stubborn. She shifted her foot onto the clones stomach and forced her weight on it, while her other foot was pressed lightly on the blade of the scythe that threatened the clones neck. The clone sputtered but wouldn't dare try and remove Seika's foot.
"I do not like being humiliated. Not. One. Bit." Seika growled with a vicious glare to match. If it were anybody else they would have suffered more. This...was just a clone.
It was a part of Seika, she she would only teach it a lesson, then dispose of it. Despite the fact that all her efforts would be moot point.
"I do not fear death, for I will never be granted such release on my own accord. So why should I waste my time worrying about it?" Seika commented, partly on what the clone was complaining about earlier.
Then..with one hard press of her foot, the scythe sank deep into the clones throat until there was a loud crunch. Then it disappeared into a puff of smoke.
The corners of Seika's lips tugged into a smile as she swung the scythe over her shoulder and carried on, making a light whistling noise as she started off.
She was getting a bit hungry...
Water Release: Hidden in Water Technique - C Rank 461+577 = 1048/1000 COMPLETE!
The clone had literally spent ten minutes searching for Seika in the water. There was just no way she could have ran off without the clone noticing. She was still in the pond...somewhere. '<******** little sneaky b***h!!' The clone seethed as she scanned the outer rim of the pond. 'How dare she run away from a fight!'
"ARE YOU THAT SCARED OF DEATH!?" The clone bellowed with the most disgusting scowl she could produce. The real Seika didn't like to be played. It was only natural the clone was the same way.
It was unusually quiet for some reason. A feeling of uneasiness and impending suffering lingered around the clone. It could feel that it was being prayed on. Two arms gently wrapped around the clones shoulders and slowly constricted it's movement.
"Death? Would you...like to see what it's like?" Seika whispered softly in it's ear, her fingers sliding over it's eyes.
Promises of a sweet death could only be trusted as lies. Her voice was the Lucifer. Everything went dark, there was only noise. A very low pitched tune played in the back of it's mind. As the melody progressed the clone could feel it's body become weaker. The melody was intoxicating and beautiful at the same time. It was like drinking poison.
Then there was a dull pain that consumed it's body. It became sharper as the melody picked up. It seemed unrelenting and only grew worse. There was nothing that could cure or remedy this pain. It was like a tape that played through the same horrible scene over and over.
Then there was a light. It started out small but grew bigger until it surrounded the clones body. The clone finally opened it's eyes, but she didn't move an inch. Seika stood over the clones body with the rim of her scythe pressed firmly against it's neck. Ah, now it understood. Seika put her under a genjutsu and dragged her body on solid ground. The clone could only glare at the original. Even in the face of death, it couldn't admit defeat.
Seika could only admire this trait but pity it for being so stubborn. She shifted her foot onto the clones stomach and forced her weight on it, while her other foot was pressed lightly on the blade of the scythe that threatened the clones neck. The clone sputtered but wouldn't dare try and remove Seika's foot.
"I do not like being humiliated. Not. One. Bit." Seika growled with a vicious glare to match. If it were anybody else they would have suffered more. This...was just a clone.
It was a part of Seika, she she would only teach it a lesson, then dispose of it. Despite the fact that all her efforts would be moot point.
"I do not fear death, for I will never be granted such release on my own accord. So why should I waste my time worrying about it?" Seika commented, partly on what the clone was complaining about earlier.
Then..with one hard press of her foot, the scythe sank deep into the clones throat until there was a loud crunch. Then it disappeared into a puff of smoke.
The corners of Seika's lips tugged into a smile as she swung the scythe over her shoulder and carried on, making a light whistling noise as she started off.
She was getting a bit hungry...
Water Release: Hidden in Water Technique - C Rank 461+577 = 1048/1000 COMPLETE!

MƠƠƊ: PMS Distracted
lιѕтeɴιɴɢ тo: Her theme~!
Side note: :'D Amazing how hungry you get after a good dose of torture.
How would you like to see what d e a t h
is like? ✞



