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Immi
Join Date: Dec 2009
Age: 31
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So I figured I'd take advantage of being awake this late with nothing to bother me and write. Probably not the wisest move, but oh well.
Spoiler for Tsukuyomi Rambling:
Tsukuyomi sighed blissfully, drawing yet another strange look from the healer. She didn’t really mind that though; people were always looking at her oddly. Thankfully she’d finally learned to accept it instead of letting it bother her. Being bored with the people around her was much simpler than being annoyed. When she’d let herself get annoyed was when the bodies started to pile up around her, and as much as she enjoyed killing, the lack of restraint would only work against demons. If she killed that many humans, people might start trying to do things to her instead of just staring.
She didn’t consider that a real problem, but for now, she was experimenting with the amount of human contact she could stand without going on some sort of rampage. It was a game of sorts that she had just recently developed.
Some days, it was only the knowledge that she was still playing the game that kept her from trying to kill the Shinmeiryuu swordsmen that spent far too much of their time staring at her. She could feel their eyes following her at all times, waiting for her to confirm what they could only suspect.
The looks themselves might not be annoying anymore, but all of the extra attention was trying her patience. She wanted to feel the warmth of their blood very badly, and soon, the gentle reminders that sometimes appeared in the back of her head and explained just how powerful a true Shinmeiryuu Master was wouldn’t be enough to hold her back.
“How did you say this happened?” The healer asked nervously.
Tsukuyomi blinked at the person who was magically stitching up her bleeding forearm. He was talking this time. That wouldn’t do. If he talked at her too much, she wouldn’t be able to resist the call of his blood, and she was still playing her game. Not to mention that he had a very grating voice that was sure to make her eardrums burst when he screamed, and she could tell by the way he used his magic that he wouldn’t put up any sort of a fight in the first place.
It was a shame he wasn’t female. Their bodies tended to be soft enough that Tsukuyomi could ignore any obvious failings they had as opponents.
“Oh, I tripped and landed badly on my knife,” Tsukuyomi lied chirpily. She did hope he wouldn’t ask anything else with that horrible voice of his—she disliked being forced to lie.
“I see,” he said, annoying his patient further. He was clearly recovering what little good sense he had, though, since he was quick to look back at Tsukuyomi’s arm instead of continuing to stare.
Her arm was still bleeding quite a bit. The blood wasn’t as warm as it had felt when she first sliced open her delicate skin, but it was still comforting.
She hadn’t yet decided whether or not making herself bleed was against the rules. Technically, she was a Shinmeiryuu swordswoman. The rules she’d outlined in her head clearly stated that she’d lose if she cut a member of the dojo outside of practice.
Did she lose, then? After all, even if the only blood shed was her own, she was still a student of the dojo, and the reasons behind the violence were the same as they would have been if she’d gone after another practitioner. What she was trying to restrain wasn’t the result, it was the motive that tended to lead—
Wait, why was that again?
Tsukuyomi frowned for a second, trying to remember why she wasn’t supposed to want to kill people. Wanting it usually led to killing, which was something she enjoyed.
Oh, but other people didn’t like it, so they responded by trying to kill her back. Especially Shinmeiryuu swordsmen, and most of them were stronger than her, since she was still in the beginning stages of her training. They would probably succeed in killing her back, which result in no more fun for her.
A light went off in Tsukuyomi’s head, and she remembered the better reason she had for restraint: if she killed people, the members of the Shinmeiryuu dojo would most likely take offense (because they were very strange like that), and then they would stop teaching her, and she needed the teaching to be stronger so she could kill people without worrying so much about the consequences. Thinking about the consequences always took the fun away. It was confusing and made her head hurt.
Recalling the reason she was bothering with the dojo in the first place made her feel much better about following the rules of her game and not killing the healer. If he continued to annoy her, all she had to do to avoid breaking the spirit of the game, if not the actual rules, was get stronger than anyone else so she could take his life without fearing repercussions.
That thought made her very happy indeed. Her frustrated frown vanished under the force of her grin. She started to hum.
He would heal her arm, and she would get stronger.
And then she could kill him.
Thanks for reading.
Last edited by Merctrin; 2010-03-04 at 09:32.
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