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 Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 10:10 pm
Zen was annoying Aku and stalking him for boredom. Aku was experimenting on a youth potion for his clients, and tried to trick Zen into testing it to see if it worked right. The potion backfired and both of them turned into children under 10 years old.
current setting: Aku's Lab
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 10:22 pm
Aku blinked at Zen, then looked down at himself, thinking. "Well, I suppose first we need to find clothes that fit us.. I might have some in storage somewhere. Just.. gotta figure out where. What do you think? Attic or basement?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 10:25 pm
"Is that supposed to be an innuendo?" Zensekai kept blinking in astonishment and annoyance. He was always grumpy and bratty as a child. "Either way I bet it takes us to somewhere creepy huh?... How about the basement?" Zen crossed his arms in a pouty manner, this was really embarrassing!
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 10:32 pm
Aku laughed a bit as he started to head out of the lab. "That depends on what you find creepy. I just hope the clothes haven't gotten any blood on them," he said, trying to remember but bringing up nothing. "Oh well, if they do, they do. Even if they're bloody, they'd fit, right?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 10:39 pm
"Haven't you heard of doing laundry?" Zen didn't really sound threatening as a little kid, but he pouted anyway. Blood on his clothes-- unless it was his own, was an aversion he had for years. Being a midget sucked, he wondered how kids can tolerate it for so long. Zen trudged after Aku with his cape and other clothes dragging along indignantly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 10:52 pm
Aku huffed at this. "What sort of kid does laundry?" he pointed out. "Buying new clothes is much easier." As they left the lab, Aku turned down a hallway. Rather odd and creepy things adorned the walls. Or even just weird things. He had many different kinds of weapons on display, some used prominently for torture. A few weren't even cleaned of blood properly. "Let's see.. I think it's this way," he said as continued on, not even paying attention to his surroundings.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 11:11 pm
Zen winced, bad memories were coming back to him but he continued pouting after Aku. "How can you live here?"
He wanted to smack himself with the thought "I want my mother!" entered his head. "Dear god, you use your dirty laundry to torture people?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 11:14 pm
"It's my house, of course I can live here!" Aku replied. Though.. Zen's remark confused him enough to stop and turn around to face him. "Laundry to.. torture people? What? I've never heard of that method before.. Is it fun? Do you know how to do it?!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 11:18 pm
Zen hit his own forehead-- what was this guy on as a kid?
"I imagine all you have to do is not wash it and let the dirty pile build up over 10 years, then shove someone in it."
Zen also imagined this was going to happen soon to him and wanted to puke at the idea. No wonder why women complain about men being stinky. Once he was tall enough, he made a mental note to go bleach all his clothes.
"I have the feeling looking at us as kids is torture enough."
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 11:32 pm
Aku frowned at this. "That doesn't sound much fun... Even I hate the smell of dirty laundry," he pouted, and continued on down the hallway, opening a door and walking in. It led to another hallway. This time paintings of random people adorned the walls, not particularly famous people or famous artwork, just random people. Though, they weren't really random to Aku. Below each were nameplates, and even Inutai and Toshi had one.
"You should see the kinda stuff I have down in my basement. There's some pretty neat things down there, as well as a lot of boxes," he said, laughing a bit.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 11:37 pm
"Who the heck raised you?" Zen mumbled while looking at paintings, he liked those. He recognized some of them, curiously. "Man I should use that laundry on my nephew."
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 11:51 pm
"I raised me," Aku replied simply. "Don't remember any parents. As far as I remember, it was just me." That hallway ended quickly and he opened another door. This one had a stair case leading down into a dark room. "If you want to torture your nephew, I can help. I've been told I'm pretty good at that kind of stuff."
He searched the inside wall for a light switch, and finally found one, turning it on. It flickered for a moment before revealing a rather bloody room. There were boxes in the corner, piled high. It seemed the only place in the room that wasn't bloody. The rest of the room, even the walls and ceiling, had blood stains of various kinds everywhere. There were a few torture devices, a few weapons, but luckily there were no bodies.
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 12:01 am
"That'd explain it, and you know that's a tempting offer." Zen trudged along and cuddled his mass of clean clothes around him to keep them off the floor. What an atrocious place, he was going to be sick soon. There was one other time he saw a room as drenched in blood, one he wanted to forget.
"Can we hurry and get out of here please?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 12:07 am
Aku hopped down the stairs, one by one, as if playing. He laughed. "Why? I haven't been done here in ages!" he replied, hopping down onto the floor and started towards the pile of boxes immediately. "We need to find clothes, too! If they're in here, they should be in some of these boxes. If you help look, it'd be faster!"
He grabbed a random box and opened it carefully, only to reveal it was full of books. "Not in this one.."
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 1:07 am
Zen wondered why anybody stored boxes in a place like this. He was getting grossed out and sick. Being a kid screwed with one's composure. He watched Aku shift through junk for a while, then pillowed his clothes to the top of his face. Zen began hissing an uncomfortable hum, trying to keep it from turning into flailing by doing it into the fabric.
Finally his lunch caught up to him and he kicked Aku pathetically like a child throwing a tantrum from behind. "You need to bleach your whole house! You smell!"
The red headed midget wailed and ran up the stairs he came down on, or he thought that's where they came from... "AAAAAAH!!!!!!"
He eventually stopped in an unfamilar place, and then wailed some more and ran in circles once he realized he was totally lost.
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