A step in the Wrong Direction

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai woke with a start, gasping for air, as he tried to figure out where he was. His breathing was labored, and his entire body was in a unbearable amount of pain. He looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. His clothing was missing, including his fullbring items, both of them. But that wasn't all that was missing. "WHERE THE F#K IS MY ARM!?" He yelled, not remembering the events of the night before. "AND MY LEG! AND WHY CAN'T I SEE!?" Kitai was in hysterics at this point. His remaining arm flew to his face, as a metallic snapping noise went unnoticed.

He tried what many others do when they can't see out of their eyes, and felt for something that might have been covering it. Low and behold there was! The madman tore through several layers of bandages, ignoring the flash of pain that followed. Even after getting them off, he still couldn't see. "No stop! You need to lie down!" He heard someone say from off to the side. He whipped around to see... nurses. He was in a hospital? When did- 'Oh. Right. That b*tch.' Kitai ignored the medical worker's attempts to force him down.

He was hunched over, gripping his face with his only hand now. He nearly lost everything. Again. And now... now he lost his ability to fight. He could feel tears start to roll down his face. He had lost. And this time it came at a cost. He lost his eye. He had lost his arm and leg. He wanted to kill that Whore of a woman. He wanted to scream. Instead, he started to chuckle. It was slow, but it quickly built up, until he was laughing like the maniac that he was. The nurses ignored him, professionalism in their jobs allowing them to continue pushing against him.

There was noting they could do to him though. Even in this weakened state of his, he was still many times stronger than all of them combined. He brushed them off, literally pushing them back with a flick of his wrist, and swung his lone leg over the edge of the bed. The nurses ran out of the room, but Kitai really didn't care at the moment. He needed to get out of this place. Japan had been a terrible mistake. He couldn't remember the last time something having gone right for him. And now he realized that he couldn't actually escape this place because he couldn't walk. "Well sh*t."

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Twenty minutes later, the hospital he had been stationed in was now considerably more on fire when he had been admitted. The lunatic was flying away in a wheelchair with his hat and cross, wearing nothing else, save for a patients gown. Kitai on a car, crumpling it from the sheer power behind his jumps. "FLY YOU STUPID THING! FLY!" He told his wheelchair. He was done. All he wanted to do, was drink till he couldn't feel feelings. And he knew the perfect place to do that! Somewhere that he could go and have next to no one try and kill him for trying to kill them.

[Kitai Yoru]

One week later

Over in Russia, a large bearded man was sitting in a rolling chair, with his feet up on a desk. In his mouth was a large cigar, and in his hands was a newspaper. This was Braumlin, and he was currently a very confused individual. The articular he was reading was both funny and worrying. It was funny, because someone pulled off a major crime, and the cops still wouldn't find any leads on the culprit aside from his name. The worrying part was that it was a pretty well known name over in the United States. And now he was here.

'Infamous flyer Kitai Yoru, made his presence known is Russia three days ago, by crashing an empty plane into a nearby Lake. When investigates searched the downed vehicle, there was no one aboard. Is this an act of war by the Americans? Military officials...' Braumlin read. The guy, if he was real, was some sick f@#k. This wasn't the first paper he read about the man's antics. They always brought a smile to his face and a chuckle. Mostly because of how hard a time those Swines were halving with him, or her, no one truly knew the lunatic's gender, back over there.

The papers eventually died down, thinking that they had given up while the getting was good, enjoying their 'fifteen minutes of fame', as they called it over there. He was still a highly wanted criminal, but there were no leads on him, all the evidence destroyed in the crashes, and only leaving behind a voice to taunt them with. But now they were back, and they brought their sick and twisted game over to the motherland. Why? No one knew. The trails had gone cold months ago, and he that thing had been missing for a year.

Hopefully the crazy voice would keep up their deathless streak now that they were in Russia. And now that this Lunatic was over here, the cops were going to be on high alert for anything weird. That made his job that much harder. Braumlin just sighed to himself, putting the paper down and started to work. Now that the cops were working double time to stick it to the Americans, he had to be careful on where he sent his men. One wrong move, and they'd be out of the business. He rubbed his temples, trying to fight off the headache this guy was causing him. This couldn't get any worse...

"BOSS, BOSS!" The intercom on his desk phone yelled at him, instantly making him regret tempting fate. "What is is Kaplin? What's the problem?" He said slowly, sounding as annoyed and tired as he felt. "There's this wacko in a wheelchair! He won't leave till he sees you." That was it? "And how is this, MY problem Kaplin?" He asked calmly. If he was too chicken to throw a cripple out of his building, he was going to have to introduce Kaplin to his nine iron. "W-we tried Boss, but- Hey, back off- AHHH!" Braumlin could hear Kaplin, both from the phone, and from a crash downstairs.

Scowling at the noise, he opened and took something out of his desk. He left the comfort of his office, and strode down the halls, down the stairs, and finally, into the main lobby. When he entered, he was greeted with the unsettling sight of all his men, groaning on the floor, with limbs at unnatural angles. Some freak was toying with his phone. "Hehe, hello, operator? Yes, yes, what are you wearing? Kyu~huehuehue!" He... she? It, was talking to the phone, trying to get whoever was on the other line to strip. And ignoring him.

Braumlin aimed that 'something' at the crazy person. And it was a gun. A pistol. Something to end those who disrespected the Mountain Men. "I will ask you once; why should I not shoot you dead?" He asked the man, still calm. The phone thief turned to face the gunman. Braumlin really wished they hadn't. He had seen some gruesome things in his time as mob leader, but this guy instantly ranked in his top five. Both left-side limbs were missing, and half of their face was an angry shade of red. Like that horror guy with the claws. Even had the smile down, because that couldn't be something to smile about.

And then it, he, whatever, spoke up, with a tone that was sickly sweet. "HehehAHAHA! Well HELLO there, YOU! You should put that PEE shooter away, before you, hahaah! You end up hurting someone!" His tone shifted from too nice, to deranged, switching nearly every other word. And he had enough. Without another word, Braumlin emptied his clip into the man. Great. Now one of these idiots would have to clean that up. Braumlin was about to help his men, when the monster started laughing, sending chills up his spine.

It was slow, deep and menacing. Braumlin could only watch in horror, as he just wheeled himself towards him. Braumlin tried to run, but it was too late. The freak had grabbed his arm, preventing his escape. "Now, ya see, that's why you don't buy generic brand guns! YEAHAHAHAHAHA!" The white-haired man howled laughing, chilling him even further. The cripple shoved him to the ground, and reached for a briefcase that had been of the back of his wheelchair. "My guns on the other hand? My guns, HURT." The madman opened it up, revealing an assortment of weaponry. "So, how about we talk business?" The smile it wore told him exactly what would happen if he said no... So he said yes.

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One wee later Keira would revive a text-message from a very unwelcome sender. Out of pure curiosity, one that only a scientist like herself could experience, she decided to read it against he better judgement. It read, 'Hey baby~, didja, miss meh? I missed you~ So, how's about paying lil'old me a visit, hmm? I remember how much you liked experimenting with guys, so I made sure to round up a bunch for ya. Ain't I a sweetheart? I've got a pretty sweet gig goin on over here, and I though that you'd be perfect for our... extracurricular activities~~ :heart: :kiss: Bring some of that zombie goop from last time too, love you~ Jill/Kitai'

[Kiera Bright]

Keira looked up at the opened roof of the asylum as the rain poured in from the large opening. She made sure that the equipment were properly protected from the rain. Large, heavy tarps covered the sensitive computers and monitoring equipment. They were transparent and already dripping from the constant downpour of water. Keira on the other hand hardly wore any protection from the rain. The rain never bothered her, hell most weather anomalies didn't affect her like it should. One of the few benefits of being a failure. She crossed her arms looking for the right thunderbolt. Several of them flashed across the sky, but neither of them seemed right.

A large metal table stood in the middle of the room with a white blanket over a large human shaped figure. On the four corners of the large table were large rods to collect and distribute the energy from the lightning. Why was she using lightning instead of using reiatsu from her generators or hell use some of her lighting techniques. Well, there was just something about real lightning that couldn't be captured any other way. She stared into the sky using one of the arms as an umbrella just so the rain doesn't annoy her too much and make her miss the lightning she was waiting for. Another flash struck across the sky illuminating the sky in her bright pink eyes.

Now was the time. She pulled a lever sending the examination table high into the air. She could feel it in her bones. This one would be it. A wide smile of anticipation spread across her face. One thunder bolt missed the rods, then another. The anticipation of the bolt was killing her. Finally it came. A large bolt of lighting forked hitting two of the rods at the same time. The energy danced between all the rods crackling with power glowing with a pale light as it covered the rest of the table. The figure in the center of the table started to twitch and absorbed the energy from the lightning. The lightning bolt lasted quite a while. A full three seconds before Keria pulled the lever again and sent the table down to the floor.

The examination table was glowing a bright red from the heat of the electricity going through it. The white tarp was burned away revealing what was underneath. It was a monstrous abomination. An amalgamation of different body parts from different being that she had managed to catch, experiment on, and recover. Most of the original creatures were destroyed during failed experiments, leaving a rare body part behind. She never wasted anything from any experiment, no matter how useless the aftermath might have seemed. She had decided to try and bring stable life into something that was made from formally living bits.

She may or may not have been inspired by some science fiction, but a common saying among scientists was that all science discoveries started as science fiction. The amalgamation idea also came from a mod soul that Keira had ran into a while before. The gigai of the mod soul had been thoroughly damaged to the point of the pill being ejected from the gigai. Keira had recovered it and put int into a miss-matched creation of a stuffed animal. She long forgotten what exactly it looked like, but that was unimportant. The point was that she had seen the idea work in one form, so she was determined to see it work in this form for her own benefit.

The amalgamation was still twitching a little. The thing could defiantly be called ugly. It had a mask similar to that of a hollow. It looked something akin to a wolf's head with a hair of fiery red and orange hair. Rows or sharp teeth could be seen from the open maw. Its body was large and humanoid. Its limbs were just as large as her body. His chest alone was maybe double her body. Several spikes stuck out from several places from its body. Two from each shoulder, that would curve up like a rhino's horn.
One long one pushed from the middle of the wolf's head looking like a sort of unicorn horn. One spike would come from the elbows and knees.

There were multiple pairs of arms on the amalgamation. The top pair of arms were clearly human. Though large, they were basically anything that a person of its size would have. Below those would be a pair of testicles. They were long ans squid like slightly cooked from the lightning, but they would recover. Below them was a mechanical cannon made from some of the spare parts that she was able to find around the asylum powered by a mini generator for ammunition. The other arm was similar to the human arms two sets above them, but completely made of scrap metal she could find. On the back of the amalgamation were a pair of large bird wings.

 There were some odd looking equipment beside the the miss matched abomination. On one side of the thing, was a large sword made of black iron. It looked like something akin to a butcher's knife only much larger. had a large hole in the center of the blade, and the end curved up slightly. The sword was huge. A seven foot long sword made for crushing and shredding opponents with its serrated edge. On another side, was a large pill looking object. It was made to resemble a pill of a mod soul. She still did not know the intricacies of how they are made, but she was going to try and figure it out regardless. The amalgamation groaned slightly trying to sit up. 

Keira's eyes widened watching it struggle to a half seated position. Its arm gave out slamming its head against the hard table. The sensors were waling signaling that vitals were weakening. Keira frantically tried to pump some chemicals into the amalgamation trying to keep it alive. She was so close. Her efforts were in vain. In fell back to the table lifeless. The revival process was a failure. She would need to figure something else out. She sighed moving to a wall and pulling on another lever. The roof of the asylum closed with a loud thud. She sighed dismissing her arms that she was using. There was no use for them at this point. 

She felt her phone vibrating in her lab coat pocket. She wondered who would have been texting her. There was next to no one that knew the number, since she used it more as a mobile scanner than she did a communication devise. She read the text glaring at the small screen in annoyance. The text was from one Kitai, apparently the female part of his personality had taken over when he wrote it. She did not really look back to their interactions in Paris with much fondness. She was only there since she was promised advancement in her pursuit of stabilizing her body. She has yet to see anything from that little adventure. She needed something to do till then. 

Kitai had some...interesting incentives for her to take the trip to Russia. What he was doing there was beyond her, but just about everything he did was beyond her understanding. She sighed texting him back. "I might come by to see what you are on about. I will bring my Zombie Serum with me when i do, but do not think that I will let you run around unchecked with it. As it comes to the people you are offering me, make sure that none of them die before I get there...on second thought you can kill half of them if you get bored, I have another project I think you might find interest in. Be ready with a good reason for me to even be there by the time I get there or else."

She sent the text before setting off to pack some of her more important things. She decided to take the amalgamation with her. It would need constant attention rather than the zombies that she had been keeping in her container. It was slowly starting to fill. The will deprived humans milled about in the container, sometimes one of them will bang themselves against the wall. She made several notes to herself to improve the serum, so that she could enslave stronger beings. She put the large syringe and vials of the serum in a special protective case. The last thing she wanted was to have those things breaking on her on the way there. 

The journey through to Russia was largely uneventful. She was getting rather good at being able to move herself, and all her conspicuous belonging around the world without bringing too much attention to herself. When someone did get too close to her stuff, or even just got too curios, she would get rather violent. Whenever she needed to abandoned a "normal" way of traveling, she would use her reiatsu arms to carry her, and all her stuff across vast distances until she can find a new way to travel. Usually it meant getting a few cities away from the incident in order to beat the new of her actions and get going where the new would do little good for anyone. 

The incident on one of the last legs of her journey was particularly...eventful. Apparently she had not managed to out run the news of her past deeds this time. She was on a large carrier ship. She was close to her equipment making sure that none of the crewmen got curios about them, or thought that they would be able to steal something valuable. She would glare at any of them as they walked past. Something about them was off. The way they moved around her. The looks that they gave her seemed a bit...schemey. It wasn't until they were just off the coast of Russia when they tried to spring their trap. The whole crew surrounded her with cocky grins on their scurvy ridden faces. 

They pointed guns and harpoons at her threatening her to give up her cargo and herself. Apparently she had a bounty going around in the underbelly of Eastern Europe. Some people saw her as a threat, and didn't want someone like her turning her attention, even possibly, in their direction. Keira smiled and laughed loudly using her reiatsu arms to crush the bodies of the ship's crew. The sounds they made when their bones were broken and crushed, and their organs ruptured and split apart make Keira laugh louder. She stopped for a moment considering what this might mean for her sanity. Was that chaotic monkey rubbing off on her? She shrugged. Those were questions for later. 

She sent the ghost ship slightly off course to smash into the docks a distance off of where Kitai had texted her to meet him. This would allow her to approach undetected. No doubt Kitai would love the show. As predicted, the ship slammed into the dock knocking smaller vessels aside damaging them and causing them to explode or sink. The chain reaction would spread as she rode on her reiatsu arm farther down the dock to the unaffected area. She had her stuff in tow. She would look around waiting for Kitai. Her arms were crossed. It seemed that he was as punctual as ever. She checked her phone again making sure that it was the designated area and time. 

[Kitai Yoru]

He watched the sunrise on the foggy day. The harbor was chilly, but his coffey, something he didn't think he would ever need, was hot, keeping him warm during the cold Russian morning. This place always had a bitter bite to its weather, not something he appreciated. He prefered not having to wear several layers of clothing every day. His new injuries only made it worse. The colors of the sun were muted, practically nonexistent, thanks to the cloudy overcast. It fit his mood well. The pain was still there, the burns were probably never going to go away. He clenched his teeth at the thought.

The madman wasn't wearing his usual demented smile. No, instead of a smile was a frown. He was angry over that night. As bitter as the weather. He was alone, so he could afford to drop his insanity act. It never threw people off in fights, but it was always fun to frighten the people who couldn't defend themselves from him. Not that it mattered in the end. So long as he got what he wanted, he would wear any face, any mask. He was only a ghost, refusing to leave. What did it matter if he was alone in the end? He died a long time ago.

"My, my, what depressing thoughts. What would Connor say if he could hear you now, hmm? He told the Glutton, enjoying his sweet misery." Jack asked. Kitai could practically hear the smug on his face, as the Pride rested his left hand on the cripple's right shoulder. Kitai only let out a defeated snarle. "Who cares what he would think? He never wanted us, and sure as h#ll never helped us with anything. He lived loathing us, and died hating us. He was just too f@king depressed to stop us." Kitai said, right before he took a long sip from his now cooling drink.

"Aww, c'mon. You's were de closest wit em. Yer not sad or nutin? We all know that's a lie~." Their Lust said from his left shoulder, leaning her naked chest on it. Kitai growled, before chucking the empty cup into the ocean. "And why do you two finally F#CKING care! You both HATED him! And I know the feeling was mutual. Me being his favorite just meant being his least hated. If he could have afforded to kill us, he would have gladly. The only reason he didn't was because we were his only reason to keep on going." He told them, only repeating what they both already knew. "And he was your reason to keep on going." Jack told him, a neutral tone to his voice.

Kitai knew that. He just didn't want to admit it. Without Connor to keep them in line, he was lost. He no longer had any direction, anything to guide him. Before Kazura, before Japan, he had a purpose. It wasn't a good one, and anyone would have called it unhealthy. Day by day, he just killed hollows, eating them to maintain his heightened powers. A steroid to get him revenge. He occasionally looked for any clues to where Xcution was, but he never tried too hard. He busted up bars, went after mobs, beat drug dealers half to death, but he never really tried his hardest. He knew there was no point.

Even if he found the monsters, what then? If he killed them, he'd be no better than they were. And he knew he'd have to kill the man who killed his father once he met him. There was no way around it. So he left the murder unavenged, and he himself became jaded and bitter to the world, hating everyone and everything. He hated that b@stered Kazura the most though. Not as much as he hated Xcution, but it was a close second. The man stood as everything he had dreamed he could have been, someone who only wanted to help his fellow man, to be the hero the world desperately needed.

Instead, he had wound up the villain, the monster... the one who couldn't look past his hate. He was pathetic, and Kazura still decided he needed him. The man had been desperate, taking anyone to bolster his forces. The more he had, the more would flock to him, like a beacon of hope. But now that Kazura had his army, he no longer needed him. The monster who ate those who feasted on man and monster alike. He was the odd puzzle piece, the one who refused to fit in, even with the other freaks. So he left, letting Kazura make the world a better place. Or at least Japan anyway.

Still, he hadn't left without making it worth his while. He never thought he'd ever steal, though he should have. He was almost glad his father couldn't see of what his son had become. Kitai grit his teeth again at the memories. "This is why I hate being alone." He said, as he felt the fractured personas beside him fade away, back to the depths of his mind. "Cause the only ones left I have left to talk to, is you two." He said to nobody, sitting alone in his wheelchair. It was almost sad, if it were anyone else. But no, he was Kitai Yoru, the one person that could afford to be forgotten.

Suddenly a ship crashed into the docks beside him. He was just far enough to the side to be unmoved, though he had to blow at the ship to prevent any debris from hitting him. He looked up at the ship. "Huh. Guess it's time to get back to work." He said, as he saw a glowing woman float down from the boat. With a little effort, he turned his chair around, still not used to the contraption, and started wheeling his way towards her. Keira, he had met the mad doctor a month or two back. At first, he had only wanted to know if she was anything like Impo. Which she was, to an uncanny degree.

But his interest had peaked once he learned she had quite the nasty chemical weapon on her. He assumed that she had made it herself, since there isn't a soul around who wants to deal with a failure. He could be entirely wrong, but if he was, he could always use her as a third party supplier. "Hehahaha! I couldn't have done that any better myself! Bravo! Bravo! YEAHAHAHAHA!" He practically howled in laughter. He could only assume what she did to the crew to cause that result. The boat was halfway through the docks, and no amount of bribes were going to stop the cops from arresting him if they say this.

"Come, come! We have much to talk about. I have everything back at my, humble abode~, including what I promised." He told her in a flirty tone. It made him sick that he had to interact with her, but everything would go so much smoother with her around. But he had to keep up appearances. He wheeled his way over to a limousine he had parked over to the side. He could see the driver out of the vehicle, currently in the middle of a near mental breakdown over the ship plowing through the harbor. "Hehe, aw, he likes your entrance!" He said aloud, not quite catching the regular human's attention.

"Oh Rubin boi~" He called out to the driver, finally getting him to look his way. "I suggest you show our guest the five star treatment. Or else." His tone switched from sweet, to dark and angry, implying all sorts of things. The man paled, and opened the door for the glowing woman. Once she was inside, Kitai would get in, with all the difficulty that it took. The driver put his wheelchair in the trunk, and started to drive. It was another ten minutes before the cops and fire department showed up, and Kitai knew he'd have to do something to keep the cops off his back. But that was for later.

For now, he had to entertain his guest. There was a cooler, wine, and a couple of glasses. "A drink my dear?" He offered, sounding quite... appealing, sensual. He knew how to appear charming, though it fell through if he tried for too long. Regardless, the driver took them on a tour through the city, driving them around to throw off any followers. "Let's talk business, shall we?" He told her, doubting she had the patience needed to wait until they reached his hideout. He swirled his wine around in his glass. "But first, I want to know, did you make that drug back in France? I have a plan, and it would help to have that on my side." He told her, making sure that it wasn't the most important thing in the world to him.

[Himitsu Kasumi'Oji]

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