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| Of course I'd get stuck with garbage duty. I absolutely loved carrying around Kohana, who was half dead, by the way. This is what I've always wanted to do--carry around dead weight. I sucked in my teeth, furrowed my eyebrows and put on a very disapproving scowl on my face. Nobody told this blockhead to fight Tori by herself, and if she wanted to she could have always brought me along, but no. Kohana's an asshole. And that's why Tori almost tore her a new one. She's lucky I'm generous and I like to help out people in dire need of medical attention, otherwise she'd still be back there as Tori's living play thing. It gives me the creepy crawlies all over trying to imagine what torture that would be like. I love the smell of fresh blood caking on top of my hair. And hearing Kohana wheeze and hiss over my shoulder because her open wounds are scratching against my labcoat really did my heart wonders, too. Her eyes were half-lidded, and when she actually managed to open them up wide enough to look like she was still conscious, they just drooped back down again. Even though her body was wracked with pain--with every sharp intake of breath she made, I could tell she was still struggling to move. To walk perhaps? Why is she so stupid? She can't even talk, let alone walk. And I could tell she wanted to go back and try to kill Tori. "That didn't work the first time, all right?" I murmured sarcastically, placing my freehand into my coat pocket and resting Kohana's bleeding body against a wall. It took a few seconds for me to get her comfortable... Hell, I didn't even know what could have been 'comfortable' for her at this point. I just wanted her to get her breathing together. Cracking my clawed fingers, I closed my eyes and adjusted my blood stained, yellow tie. Kohana's head hung down low as she struggled to look up at me. Serves her right for thinking she could just come in here and fight her way towards Alula. It's harder than that. The Church isn't a cakewalk, and I told her that. "She cut you up into ribbons," I said, my eyes widened slightly as I took a couple of steps back, my hand underneath my chin. "That, and you have a broken wrist. It's a simple break, though. Something I can fix in a few seconds." She wouldn't say anything to me. She couldn't. Tori had messed her up that bad. I shook my head, propping my hands on my waist. All the more reason to deem Kohana the most idiotic person I've ever come across. I had her weird sword hanging from my belt, and I even managed to get her sheath, too. I had no clue if she wanted it now or not--probably not. She couldn't do anything with it even if she tried. "And, I don't know if you know this or not," I added, scratching the back of my head and turning around, looking at the wall. "But she also broke a couple of your ribs." As unfunny as this situation was, I had to let out a short laugh. Had to. Taking her sword off my belt and holding it up into the air, I unsheathed it and stared at the blade. Quite an interesting weapon Kohana totes around. "Next time when you fight Tori, bring a brain, not a sword." So I tossed it to her. Obviously it hit her right in her face since she doesn't have enough feeling in her hands to catch it. "Better yet, bring me. We hate each other, but we have the same enemies and the same corporations to bring down. This," I said, looking at her up and down. "Is unacceptable. You agreed to work with me. So work with me, Kohana. You may be the Wickedness, but you're nothing without a wingwoman." And I guess there was a small part of me that was really upset by how wounded she was, honestly. Shaking my head, narrowing my eyes and cracking my fingers, I sought to get to work. "Here we go. This is probably going to hurt a lot, but it's your own fault, asshole." I lifted her head up to make sure she could see me, then I stuck my finger into the center of her forehead, seething. "You're supposed to be this big bad creature who strikes the fear into millions of people all over the universe?" I ended that by shoving her head into the back of the wall. "So far, am I'm not impressed. To win my fear, you have to be, I don't know. Scary. Almost dying fight Tori? Very not scary. Don't give me a reason to call you Cream Puff." I yanked her arm down, still snarling. My grip was like a death vice around it. "You're the Summoner who saved the universe, right? You can't even save yourself. I hardly believe that story. Make me believe, Kohana. Make us believe. That's the only way you're going to save Forsythia." And as I slammed her arm back down, her wrist was as good as new. "Give these people another thing to believe in, aside from an Archfiend hellbent on killing everyone and recreating my world." |
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