Upholding Responsibilities [DP / R]

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Oh god damn it. Whyyyyy... "KILL HIM!" "Tear his heart out!" What great advice. Just when Luke thought this shitshow was finally over, seems that the final scene had just begun. Luke, having been on the verge of collapse from a combination of things, suddenly found a sword at his throat held by none other than Aevus. Luke wasn't sure if the twitching in his right eyebrow could be seen by Aevus or not, but Luke was getting really annoyed by it. Oh and also this fucking shitshow. Why the fuck did people act like such complete ass cunts when they realized that he was a fucking Bount. Shit legs were trembling. Just how much juice did Luke spend on that fight? A lot... But he couldn't pass out now. Or collapse. Gravity wasn't gonna do him in.

With a sudden burst of will, Luke clutched onto Aevus's sword with his one arm that still had function. "That won't be good for the fingers." Thanks. "Yes, please, keep mutilating yourself tonight." Both of you fuck off. Regardless of the sharp blade digging into his fingers, Luke had to get his point across. He looked Aevus straight in the eyes before he began to speak. "Seriously? After the shit...we went through. After I thought, I don't know, I finally had someone I could call a friend in this god cunt fucking city...you go and point your damn sword at me just cus it turns out i'm Bount?" Luke questioned, tightening his grip on the blade.

"You want to know when I last fed? Never. Never fuckin once have I fed. For fucks sake why the fuck does everyone ask me that everytime they find out? I literally just found out I was Bount, like, a couple days ago. Neither of my fuckin parents decided to sit down with baby Luke...and give him the god damn Bount and bees. I ain't ever fuckin fed. I ain't some god damn cannibal modern age dracula bullshit you got me? So get your damn sword outta my face...so I can finally slam my ass into thepavementbecausetheregomylegs.." And like that down Luke went. The ridiculous amount of stamina and reiatsu he'd spent finally hit him. Like a bag of bricks on the head honestly.

He slammed into the ground, laying on his back and panting heavily. His injures were actually rather serious. He could actually bleed out. "Look...I don't...know why...everyone acts like...I'm some kinda monster...when they find out. I'm not. I'm me. I'm always...gonna be me. I've...always been me. I...didn't lie...or hide it from you. I...really did...just find out recently. I...ain't ever fed, despite...everyone seemin to think...I have to. The thought...makes me sick." Luke explained, opening one of his eyes to look at the Shinigami. "Aevus... can you call an ambulance. I'm seriously going to die lying here if I don't get a doctor." He grumbled. With a frown he found himself unable to stop talking. "Is Lumina...gonna be alright? Things...got really fuckin crazy there at...the end, didn't they?" He asked with a panting chuckle.

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

“A friend...?" Aevus would repeat, averting the young man's gaze. Sighing his grip as well as his eyes and voice would soften. "I was right that night.. 'You are a curious one.'” The Shinigami would pull his Zanpakuto to his side. There wasn’t much to say and those wintry blues would widen as warm blood faltered from his blade. Dripping to the dirt below, he would look to the man with a softened gaze. “Living in the slums of Inuzuri, I always looked to Shinigami with disdain.”

“Having become one. My opinion on them sadly hasn’t changed. Cruel creatures. And we dare to call ourselves Death Gods. Heh, how vain are we? To call ourselves Gods?” He would chuckle. “We're just soldiers. Loyal dogs given Zanpakuto to reap and ferry souls to far off shores, not of this world. Ordered to uphold and protect those who stand in awe before that which cannot be seen.” He would sigh faintly as his fingers brushed against his cool blade. Swiping through the crimson blood.

“Reaping creatures of ilk without merit. Masked Fiends known as Hollows, are a common prey of my kind. Yet other races stray into what we are ordered to hunt. Bounts, such as you, used to be a ’Kill on sight‘” A mischievous grin perked his lips at those words. “Lucky for you, that only applies to those who have fed upon the souls of pluses and humans.” Sheathing his Zanpakuto to his waist, Aevus would stand still for a time. Seemingly soaking in the silence of that wintry night.

The cool air brushing against his darkly silhouette, he stood there gazing to the beaten form of his wolven spirit. Luke’s words resonated with him and wrung at his heart. His worry wounded him so and he had to look away from the Bount. “Lumina is a Zanpakuto Spirit. She can hurt and bleed but she is neither like you nor me. She heals differently than us.” His hands clenched against the handle of his Zanpakuto. "Could you forgive her?" The bite of the cold nipped at his fingers as he did so. “She was leashed by my words alone. She fought you only for me.”

His words halted to that of a pained whisper. “All because I wanted to see what you were. Heh, how stupid of me.“ A half hearted chuckle left his lips and would end with a sigh. “But it reminds me of what I am. A cruel and vain creature who dares to call himself a Shinigami.” He would look back to the wounded man with a wounded gaze of his own. His blues shimmered and he’d shake his head. “Forgive me Luke, i'm not from your world. So i'm lost on a few words, what is an ambulance?” Past that saddened gaze was a confused one.

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Was. Was he monologuing to himself? World was spinning. Luke was seeing air floaties and vision stars. What the hell was Aevus going on about anyways? ”Oh good, great to know.” Luke commented with a wince when Aevus explained how Shinigami only went after Bount who fed on souls. He, of course, still had questions about the apparent complex relationship between Shinigami and Bount but those were going to be saved for a later date. Luke found himself frowning a little as Aevus continued to talk, opening one of his previously shut eyes to peek at the hot topic mascot. He didn't understand how Aevus's feelings towards Shinigami were relevant to this situation at all, but was at the same time learning a little something about who Aevus was as a person. Lukes frown deepened for a moment before the question he presented Aevus was finally answered. Despite the injuries Luke had inflicted on her and vice versa, he was relieved to know that nothing he or Springflut had done was permanent or life endangering.

With an exhale from his nostrils, Luke closed his eye and sighed. ”Water under the bridge.” Luke replied when Aevus questioned if the Bount could forgive the spirit. In his head he knew that the two had some issues they needed to work out, as even a brickhead like Luke could pick up on some tension between the Shinigami and spirit. ”Maybe it ain't my business, but as someone with a pair of assholes in his head you could take some advice. Maybe take a moment to consider what she wants once in awhile?” Luke questioned, looking up at the night sky as he spoke. ”You big stupid fuckin hypocrite. How can you say that and yet always ignore me??” Jäger protested.

”Lumina isn't a perverted freak.”

Well that shut the Doll up (not really Luke just ignored his autistic screeching) long enough for Luke to hear what Aevus said next. Both of those dirty browns locked on the Shinigami before a disgusted sigh escaped his lips. ”Should figured. Dumb ghost samurai. Whatever, its fine, the doctors would ask too many questions.” Luke said with a sigh as he slowly, and painfully, sat himself up. Reaching over his head the Bount began stripping the red stained top off, revealing his bare torso to Aevus and the night air. Shirtless it was easy to see why Luke hadn't much trouble fighting despite his inexperience. His form was fit, tight, developed. Thick and noticeable biceps, a strong chest and a row of abs, it was obvious that Luke was made for physical fitness. The only stains to his form though were his assortment of fresh injuries. With a sigh and a wince he poked one of them, before closing his eyes and focusing.

Reach out. Detect the traces of spiritual energy around me. Like balls of dust floating in the air. Surrounding us. Grab them. Pull them in like that woman did. Drink them in.. The Reishi around them began to pull itself towards Luke. If Aevus had enough energy sensory, he'd be able to see the occurrence himself. Strands, orbs, streaks of energy flowing into the quiet and focusing Luke, and moments later, one by one, those injuries he'd sustained began to close. Through absorbing Reishi with something the Bount called Immortality Drink, Luke was healing the injuries he'd sustained perfectly. Not a scar would be left. Regardless of the beneficial effects, it was still sapping his energy and stamina...what was left of it.

With a content and exhausted sigh Luke rested on his freshly healed arms. ”I always was a fast healer... wasn't till I had a run in with some psychotic killer woman did I figure this out. For whatever reason I can suck in the spirit energy around us and use it to heal. Though unlike that woman I can't turn it into a weapon..” Luke explained as he put his shirt back on. ”Mūnran'nā was its name huh. Well, next time we do this maybe I'll have it figured out.” Luke commented, looking at the Aritifcal Zanpakuto that all of this had been over.

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

“Dumb ghost samurai?” Aevus would raise a brow for second before shaking his head with a half hearted chuckle. “Heh, I guess that’s a worthy label if any.” His saddened gaze would fade to a tired one. And with that it would linger upon Luke for a time. Watching as he healed himself. Curious. He knew of the dolls they summoned but he didn’t know they could heal like that. Aevus would look him over as he took off his shirt. He was well defined and fit. The boy was stronger than he had originally thought. To an untrained eye, it might have appeared that Aevus was checking him out. Heh but no. Aevus’s gaze was looking for something else other than the sensual desires of the flesh. Yet what he saw, he’d keep to himself.

Aevus had many questions. Like who was the woman who taught him to heal like that? Was she a Bount? Had she fed? Who told him what he was? He’d been answered one question but so many sprouted in its place. Another time, he told himself. I’ll ask him then. “Cast away, Mūnran'nā. Call that out when you want to use its power." His gaze drifted to the darkened horizon for a short time. “And be sure you do. For in a weeks time you’ll be dancing with me.” He would glance back at the man with a resolve of his own. Feigning that infamous smile of his, all the while. It was the same look he had given him that night. When he had thrown that artificial Zanpakuto into his chest and beckoned him to fight.

With but a raised hand and his back turned to the Bount, he would cast his leave. Ever so carefully, he would pick up his resting spirit. She still resembled a young naked woman, even in her defeated state. A lovely and curvaceous one at that. He was ever careful and perhaps a little shamefully hesitant where he placed his hands. Careful not to caress her thigh, or brush a breast. Or to peer into that sleeping visage for to long. Her body though seemingly drenched in the nights cold air, felt warm to the touch. One arm under her legs, and the other stretching across her back.

He held her to his chest closely. Under the stars, under the moon and the night sky. Silver eyes awakened to that one moon. “How lonely it must be-” Her voice was but a whisper but carried through him, like silver bells. Her hot breath buried against his neck as he walked. Between dreams and reality, his spirit sheltered heated breaths. He could feel her even more now as she shifted in his care. Like half-moons, her silver eyes sheltered his tired gaze for a time.

She’d blink tilting her head as if sleepily inspecting him. He almost thought she had awakened. But Aevus stopped in his tracks as he felt her nestle ever so snuggly into his chest. With blushed cheeks she'd warmly nuzzle against him. Her wolven ears flicking from his slight breaths. Murmuring but a single name softly. “Aevus...” There was nothing to say. Nothing he could say would change tonight or the nights that came before it. Tonight wouldn’t heal anything between the two. Sorry wouldn’t turn the tides in his favor.

And so he was quiet when he returned to his barracks. Resting her naked form on his bed, he would begin to walk away. "Stay-" He felt a hand softly pulling on his sleeve. Silver eyes glistened, begging as she looked up to the reaper in that blushing light. A stray smile sheltered his visage, he would follow her pull. She snuggled once more against him. Making a pillow out of his shoulder. No words fell from eithers lips during that time. Lumina buried herself in his warmth and Aevus welcomed it. He would fall asleep to the rising light of the morning sun.

[☾ Aevus | Umbra ☽]

Graded under Kento's senior member ruling

630 TP + 100 TP for winning (Against Lumina) Given to Luke.

790 TP given to Aevus.