[Kuronmeru Enyo]

blood as black as the ocean

Enyo was a bit irritated that he had not spit blood on Yosei, it would have allowed him to track him as he had run away. But alas, he couldn't now because after a few turns he had lost sight of him. So that he meant he had to simply run and keep looking, leaping to the rooftops to try and get a better vantage point to see if Yosei was anywhere nearby. They had made it out of the compound and then back into it by some means and Enyo knew he wasn't technically supposed to be running around people's rooftops in the compound but it was just easier to catch up this way. He saw a little figure dart back to the memorial and then out.

So, Enyo jumped down onto the ground, the hidden blade sliding in and out of its sheath still as he started to walk. He was a bit out of breath but he was little too interested in putting Yosei back in his place. On and on he walked, seeing the stumbling figure duck around a corner, and Enyo almost grinned in delight. Now he knew where he was going and he was going so slowly~

He made a turn into the alley where Yosei had disappeared, and kept walking.

He walked right past Yosei in fact, right past him before he heard something - a pained and stifled breath - it made Enyo take pause in his step, and perhaps now was Yosei's time to shine to really try and blend in with his surroundings.

Kuronmeru Yosei

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[Kuronmeru Yosei]

There was one big flaw with this plan, outside of having to resort to such a half-cocked, desperate plan like this in the first place. And that was he couldn't actually see through the blanket, see Enyo to make sure he'd walk by. It kinda defeated the purpose of using an invisibility cloak if there were red eyes peeking out of it after all. So he had no way of knowing when Enyo would actually make his approach, where the pale skinned boy really was at this moment. He'd been too focused to keep an eye behind him when he's been running as well, so he truely had no idea where Enyo was. Or when he might appear. And so he was stuck there, holding the stupid blanket for what felt like hours but was more like minutes. Exhausted, warmth still running down his arm from the cut, staining it in black ink. And the eerie silence would shatter when footsteps approached.

And with those footsteps came another similiar sound, the sleek sound of metal as it left the scabbard. Yosei didn't even know Enyo had had such a blade before their meeting today. Now, he wasn't ever going to forget. But both sounds would stop, stop far too close to him for it to be a coincidence. The ragged breathing of exhaustion and pain would hasten, until he realized just what he was doing. He needed to stop making noise, and so he made sure his breathing wouldn't be a problem here and held his breath. Held his breath in the silence, surrounded by the dead. Held his breath as he tried to stay as still as possible, not wanting to break the illusion he was making with the invisibility cloak. Hold his breath until the footsteps went as far away as possible.

[Kuronmeru Enyo]

blood as black as the ocean

Enyo walked back, a few steps and he listened quietly. The sound was gone suddenly, and it made the older Kuronmeru frown with disdain. He had been excited to try and stab the littler one again. But he was certain that he was there. Enyo took a few more steps, his periwinkle eyes moving over the dark scenery of the alleyway. It was hard to see here and that was playing into Yosei's favor, but for how long?

Perhaps he could scare him? It was a bit of a long haul but Enyo started to flick the blade from his wrist in and out again. Quietly doing so to see if the sound would unnerve the other enough to reveal his location to him. If not, he would have to come up with a new plan and he already had one brewing. It was swirling like a venomous tempest in his mind. This was what he wanted for Yosei. He wanted him to tremble in fear, to know what it was like to experience what he experienced with his family.

Every Kuronmeru underwent quite difficult training - except that silly little orphan - but Enyo's family was known for how cruel they were even amongst the Kuronmeru. It was something that bled into the mindset of the children, and Enyo who had once been so bright had turned into the same demonic imprint of the rest of the family.

Kuronmeru Yosei

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[Kuronmeru Yosei]

He was still here. Why was he stoll here! Yosei's lungs felt like they were going to burst already, the fear and adrenaline making this already difficult task far more difficult. He was barely lasting over a minute, he wasn't going to last another five, or ten, or however long Enyo decided to wait this out. The cold schlick of a blade entering and exiting a sheath, looking to taste more blood just like it's pale wielder. The hidden blade was going to remain burned into Yosei's brain for a long time, if he survived that long that is, as the sound of the blade caused the boys eyes to widen, his heart rate to increase. Now he had even less air than before. He had to do something.

There was a mixture of emotions besides fear going on inside Yosei, just to make this dire situation even more complicated. His desperate gambit, his plan to escape using a technique he felt betrayed everything it meant to be a Kuronmeru, had failed. It had hidden him, but it had also trapped him. Like a rat trapped inside its hole with a cat outside, he had nowhere to go, nowhere else to hide. He had ran out of all options except one. Fight. As was the Kuronmeru way.

Enyo scared him. Not many things scared the pale boy hiding behind the blackened tapestry, but Enyo did. And that was unsettling, it made the very idea of fighting him unsettling. Running was easier. Even hiding had seemed like a smarter, better option than letting the still screaming blade, screaming for blood each time it was unsheathed, stab into his heart. But as a cat that corners a rat find out, desperation leads too bold choices. But it couldn't be ignored that Yosei wad a student fighting a genin, a straight, fair fight would end badly. End with blood. His blood, spilled on the ground. So he at least tried to fight smart.

He'd wait for the sound of the blade, wait for it to be in front of him. Then he'd throw the stained rug, in an attempt to throw it on top of Enyo, to cover his field of view in a sticky blackness. Then he'd throw a punch, trying to knock Enyo to the ground. He was just a student, his fighting skills were unrefined at best. But he at least knew how to throw a decent punch.

[Kuronmeru Enyo]

blood as black as the ocean

Enyo waited and nothing happened, it was a treacherously sad thing. He frowned and then slowly started to lean in.

"I know you're there." He finally said, honeyed venom in his voice, delight in the fear that he knew he was inflicting. Even if Yosei wasn't there, just the idea that he was was lighting every positive emotion in Enyo's brain pushing him forward to do more. The blade stopped, unsheathed and it poised itself right over where Yosei was and then he lunged his arm forward only to find his vision obscured. The blade ripped through the fabric. The punch connected right against Enyo's face, drawing black blood from his lip. He stumbled, but he did not fall over the way Yosei had wanted because he had been hunched over Yosei's huddled form. Enyo quickly found his footing ripping the already torn fabric off of him, blood dripping down his chin.

But Kuronmeru shouldn't use their blood against another Kuronmeru, and it was such a shame that he could not spit at Yosei's face then and there to make his world hurt more for causing him any kind of pain.

Enyo bounded forward as he ripped the fabric off, using their momentary close proximity and Yosei's need to get up before he could properly get up to full speed and run to grab at the back of Yosei's head, a handful of his dark locks so that he could yank him back forcefully to slam him up against the wall - repeatedly - until he was too weak to stand back up or fight back, until he could easily have the fumei ha right up against his neck and he could only tremble in fear.

"At least you managed to hide," Enyo would hiss, and though his lip was hurting and hot he was still smiling.

Kuronmeru Yosei

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[Kuronmeru Yosei]

What was meant to scare the young boy out of hiding would instead end up backfiring on the pale hunter. For desperation had taken hold in the hiding boy, the feeling of being cornered with no way out sinking in. His fight or flight instincts turning to fight, as the Kuronmeru had drilled into him since childhood. And the one sentence that Yosei didn't want to hear, was hoping wasn't true came out of Enyo's mouth. "I know where you are". It didn't matter if it was an empty threat, a simple scare tactic. All that mattered was that this might be his only chance before the now silent blade plunged into his heart. And so he acted, throwing the blanket to find Enyo poised over him like a snake a second away from biting. It seemed the young student had been right to act, disadvantage or not. And his plan actually seemed to be going well, the blanket proving a nice distraction even if it was torn to pieces by the blade on the well dressed boys wrist. But it'd been enough for Yosei to connect with his attack, to get a solid punch in. Unfortunately, that would be all he got.

Yosei had been far more worried with everything before the punch than the stuff that came after it. In fact, he'd believed that if he could connect that everything after would be smooth sailing, after all no one but people like his father and the Kage himself had been able to take one of his punches ans remain standing as if nothing had happened. There was no way Enyo would be capable of such a feat as well. And yet, that is exactly what the black haired teen did, not falling as Yosei had simply assumed would happen. And he paid for such arrogance. He'd barely even started turning around before a hand grabbed the back of his head, yanked back towards Enyo by his long, spiked hair. And then Enyo pushed him forward, pushed him the direction Yosei wanted to be going, away from the crazed boy attacking him. Away and directly into a wall headfirst. Repeatedly. The first hit stunned the boy, as he tried to retain his bearings, his thoughts fighting through the pain. The second hit was simply him trying to stay present in the moment, hope for a way to escape. After the third, the boy was just fighting to stay conscious.

Small, short breaths was all Yosei could manage. His crimson scarf, the one fine piece of clothing he wore, was starting to get stained black from the blood dripping from the boys head, from the blood on the wall. He was barely conscious, and his head screaming in pain. He didn't react to the blade at his throat, he didn't tremble in fear, nor did he fight back. He didn't cry, he didn't shout, plead. It was taking every last ounce of energy to stay conscious, the boy was truely and utterly exhausted. The only thing that would garner a reaction would be at the end, with Enyo victoriously tainting on how he'd managed to hide, and Yosei able to see the blackness staining the boys pale skin by his mouth even with his eyesight blurred, his eyes wanting to close so he could sleep. That's....not....all....I did.... The response was heavy, drawn out with each short breath the boy took. He was too tired to feel the pride he'd wanted to feel. But he did feel pride, even if he hadn't won.

[Kuronmeru Enyo]

blood as black as the ocean

Enyo knew all too well the pain that came with having ones head impact a hard surface repeatedly. It was a strange numbing feeling after a certain point, like everything was buzzing. It was like being drowned in pain and euphoria all at the same time. He wondered if Yosei would be able to stay awake as the genin got ahead of himself, far too zealous in the moment as he continued, repeatedly.

The words fell upon deaf ears, and perhaps that was for the best as Enyo was far too drunk on the power of making Yosei fall apart beneath his bloodied knuckles - black with Yosei's blood - it was victory, success, utter elation. His mind was totally quiet for a moment.

But something snapped inside of Enyo when he realized that Yosei was limp in his hand and was not in fact reacting. That was irritating, but it meant that his fun was over and the buzzing returned to his head the eternal and infernal buzzing that made his mind so distressing for others. The genin took a deep breath, as if refreshing himself, bringing himself back into reality. He was still holding onto Yosei by his hair...

Then decidedly he hoisted the academy student up into his arms and onto his back - piggy back style to carry him back to the compound dropping him off at his family home - just at the doorstep before disappearing, wanting to wash his hands off from the blood.

[end]

Kuronmeru Yosei

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[Kuronmeru Yosei]

Exhaustion. It had worn him down, stripped him of his pride, his fear, his anger. Everything washed away like on their islands beach, all he could do was struggle to stay awake now. Struggle not to lose consciousness, a losing battle as his eyesight already wavered, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. All he could feel was the warmth running down his head, the pulling of his hair only feeling like someone pulling on his shirt sleeve, numb and swaying. The warmth running down his head was all that was keeping him awake at this point, this contrasting feeling to the numbness, the heaviness of everything else. The boy wasn't drowning as Enyo suspected, instead he was sinking, his limbs too heavy to hold up, unable to keep his own body upright. The only thing holding him up would be Enyo, gripping him by the hair. Yet the warmth flowing down his face would keep him awake, barely able to make out the ground through blurred vision, his body closer than before, yet floating above it. It was link he was sinking on a cloud. And when Enyo finally picked him up, finally put him on his back, his head would rest on his shoulders, finally lying on something. And he'd be unable to fight it any longer, the boy passing out, as the warmth running from his head turned Enyo's shoulder black.

[end]