Under the Crimson Shrine

In the depths of the Kintsugi Caravan, an unholy room lies behind an obsidian-designed door. A triangle made up of magnificent ruby is embedded into this door as a circle surrounds this triangle. Should one so dare step close to this emblem could hear the whispering shadows calling out to them. Offering salvation in the name of blood. A generous gift to those that seek for divine enlightenment, but do not let it falter you. Such gifts should not be taken lightly as some things cannot be undone.

But, what is inside this room you ask?

Shelves surrounded the walls with tightly packed century-old books and scrolls reminiscent of a gothic library. A few crimson candles were ablazed around the room, giving subtle light to this shadowed room. A rather large bed that is dressed in the finest materials you could ask for. The colors that made up this bed are similar to the door, red and black. Although, what is most curious about this bed is the shrine that sits idly by at the head. A shrine devoted to none other than the Lord of Evil, Jashin.

Everything else in the room was simple furniture that had been set in particular places, but the most obvious feature was the pool of blood that filled the center of this room. Some would say that blood would give off a semi-metallic smell because of the iron embedded in the liquid but this gave off a sweet aroma. The smell is almost enticing, hypnotizing those who gazed upon its beauty to venture forth. To bathe in the blood, to feel the ecstasy of humanity’s sins, and to be reborn anew.

And one such figure stood in the center of this pool. Porcelain skin painted with the crimson liquid as the droplets moved from his bare chest downwards. Moving in a staggering way as they tried to find their way back home. The flickering candles seem to make this figure glow under their light, almost as if they were some deity. Especially with the tribalistic tattoos that covered their body. An arm raised up slowly, gliding their fingers through their sun-kissed hair, pushing the blood that was content on their scalp out.

As the blood continued running down his body, it seemed almost magical as the blood begin to seep into their pores. Absorbing the vitality into their own body. A soft moan echoed through the room as if through absorption came pleasure. Once closed eyes opened again, revealing the darkened eyes with blood rings at the center.  The figure, Akaime, lowered his hand to dip into the pool, moving his hand to create soft ripples in the liquid. As demonic this scene was, it was also divine.

But another question was to be asked. What is this pool for and what is he doing?

Questions shall be answered in due time but for now he waits for the man that calls himself Yama. He is waiting for this particular individual because Yama is wanting a skirmish with one of Jashin’s favorites. Should Yama get this fight with Akaime. Of course, he could. But first things first, an offering shall be made and an enlightenment shall be induced. How can one contend with another without relishing in what they are? For Yama to gain his wish, he shall spill his own blood into the pool to grant a connection, and then bath in the sins of humanity. Only then, shall this spare continue.

TWC:  580

Yama was invited here. The reason he didn't know, and truly he didn't care as to why. He was rarely invited to things. As a matter of fact he couldn't remember the last time that had happened to him. He was invited by the one that seemed to be the enforcer of the group, so he wasn't the leader, but he seemed to be the right hand man of the leader. So maybe making friends with such a man would be in his favor for whatever would be going on within this group that he seemed to have joined.

When he entered the caravan, he was confused. It seemed like a normal wagon at first, nothing terribly large, but it was large enough to house many rooms and was larger than most houses that he had been within. Taken aback for a moment, he steeled himself and refocused on the task at hand, which was to meet with this enforcer, he believed the name was Akaime if he remembered correctly. He ws the rather handsome one that caught Yama by surprise the night that they had all met. He thought for a moment about his visage, but then refocused himself once more.

He navigated his way through the corridors, and finally he believed he found the room that he was supposed to be entering in to. The wood seemed to have been carved from mahagony, it's dark grain was striking to his perception, marking this door as something preventing those from entering a rather dark and cryptic ambiance. But to Yama, this was more of an invitation than what he already had.

He would enter the door without knocking, and he would strut his way into the room. Instantly the smell of iron filled his nose and into his lungs, a sweet smell of blood that he craved. Pleasure filled his body, coursing it through his very veins. A small shudder went down his spine. When he turned his head, he saw the source of the smell. A pool of blood that acted as center stage to this room of pure beauty.

He would see the very man that invited him into the dwelling, and what he saw was beyond mere beauty. The man stood in the center of the pool, and he had the blood dribbling off of his extremities, the blood seemed to seep into his pores, absorbing it into his own body. Yama was unsure if this was supposed to be a distraction, an enticement, intimidation? But he was hooked, the moving mountain would approach the man in the pool, looking over the parts of his body that was laid bare before him.

"You called me, here? Well here I am. Do tell, what activities do we have planned?" He would ask with his stern demeanor radiating from his own body. He was not intimidated, but he was piqued in other ways.

WC: 485

Akaime stood quiet and complacent in the center of the bloody pool. Thoughts seemed to intertwine within his mind as he focused on the reaction that hulking man might express. Would he be discouraged of what Akaime had in store for him or would be welcome it with open arms. A subtle sigh escaped his lips as he heard the door sway open. However, the displeasure of his feelings was soon replaced by a more sinister, yet endearing smile as he focused on the individual who just made his way into the sanctuary that was Akaime’s room.

His eyes locked upon the man, gazing upon his perfectly sculpted body. Akaime watched the very fibers of his muscles twitch and move as Yama strudded closer to him. Such a wonderful body that has been modified and perfected through all his rigorous training and harsh trauma. He wanted to explore him, but not just with his body, his mind. He wondered what thoughts lingered behind those bright red eyes. What tragic events lied in that brain of his and how have they carved him into what he is today. Such an enticing thought.

Yama’s husky voice resonated around the quiet rooms, so much so that the small specks of hair that were non-existent would stand straight up. Akaime slowly walked towards the towering man as he entered the pool without a thought of being invited in or what dangers could be lurking within this crimson pool.

“Yama,” Akaime’s velvet voice echoed as spoke his name, “I’m so glad you could join me tonight.” He said with a hint of seduction laying over his tone. Akaime stopped mere inches from the man only to raise his blood-soaked hand and place it directly upon the skin that covered Yama’s chest. Locking his ocean-blue eyes with the man, he slowly began to walk around him, dragging his palm around while still touching him, caressing him. 

“When I first saw you, I saw someone kind. But yet, when I look into your eyes. I see something…no, someone much darker.” Akaime spoke out, still keeping his captivating tone. “They entice me.” He paused as he reached directly behind Yama, stopping in his tracks, he still kept his palm against the man’s spine. “So much so I want to peer inside your mind and find what makes you joyful, but yet, what makes you insane.” He continued as he closed the gaps between their bodies, indulging in skin-to-skin contact. “But when I see you. I see someone who loves both pleasure and pain. And I…can offer you both if you’re willing to accept.” Akaime sensually breathed into Yama’s back before removing himself from the man’s skin and continued his walk around.

“You see, only for a small amount of your blood. You can experience both at your leisure. Right here. Right now.” Akaime’s captivating voice rang out as he came full circle, standing directly in front of Yama once again. “What do you say, Yama? Will you indulge in the ecstasy of sin or are you not the man I hoped you’d to be.” Akaime finished as he raised his hand placed against Yama’s cheek sensually as his eyes flickered from those bright blue orbs into his Ketsuryugan. His words lingered over the air as a grin flourished across his mouth.

WC: 553
TWC: 1,133

Yama heeded no warning before, he had spent many years of his life trekking the wilds simply existing, doing what he so pleased, and that wasn't about to stop now. He entered the crimson pool with no concern for what would happen should he do so, as that was not something that would enter his mind. The strange man sighed as he entered the room, but it didn't seem to phase Yama. He had invited Yama into the room, so Yama answered the call. The man known as Akaime would soon donn a sinister, yet inviting smile upon his face. Yama did what he could, but as he took one look at the scene, scanned every inch of Akaime's presence, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of something. Fear? No. Intimidation? Maybe. He wasn't sure just what this feeling was.

The man would lock eyes on his while Yama was still looking upon the man's physique. Generally, Yama was the one that hunted others, but in the presence of Akaime, he found himself unable to move. His body just seemed to freeze. He spoke in the calmest tone that he could, trying to hide the surmounting pressure that was building within his chest, pressed down by the gaze of this predator. The man responded with slowly strutting across the pool of blood, so calm in his approach, not a single shred of fear within him. It was that the man spoke directly to him for the first time.

His name was the first word across his lips, and it sounded like the sweetest melody, but he knew there was more to it, it was like honey straight from a viper's mouth. The man continued to walk closer to him, and Yama didn't move... couldn't move. Akaime continued until he was only inches away from his body, close enough to where he could feel the heat from his skin. Yama still towered over Akaime, but Yama had never felt smaller in his entire life. Any moment he felt as though he would be eaten, evaporated and smothered into the pool of blood below them, but Yama didn't truly feel fear, he felt something far more primal.

Akaime spoke of what he saw when he first say him. He could see deep into his eyes, and he could see someone darker. This was baffling to Yama, he was a kind person. Right? His mind wandered for a moment to the opening in the forest, the handful of shinobi that he had torn to pieces. His trail of thoughts were cut off when the Akaime said that they enticed him. He was drawn into the man's words. He couldn't quite put a handle on what he was feeling.

He tried to respond, but his body wouldn't let him. He stood there as the man walked behind him, allowing someone behind Yama was something he would never do, but yet, he was doing it. He could feel Akaime's hand press against his spine, and his body twitched, shivering from the pressure. He spoke more words, but honestly Yama couldn't comprehend them. His mind was everywhere else but on the man's words. His touch was enough to cripple his mind. This only compounded when he could feel Akaime's body press against his own. He felt as though he could topple at the slightest hint of his breath.

He seemed to know Yama far better than he knew himself. He didn't know that he was the type that loved pain, but when the words escaped his mouth, Yama couldn't help but to feel that they were true. It was as if the man was peering deep into his soul and there wasn't a thing to be done to stop him. He spoke that he could offer both if he was willing to accept. This was when he was able to start speaking, but they were only stammered whispers, barely perceptible to a dog let alone a person. Akaime's breath crossed the hairs on Yama's back, and his right foot moved ever so slightly forward. Yama tried to stand still, but breath held so much sway over his own body. He removed his body from Yama's and he seemed to breathe easier for a moment, a wave of relief washed over his body, but it was quickly overwritten by a wave of blinding desire.

He spoke of blood, a spilling of his own blood and he could experience both pain and pleasure with him at this moment. He felt no moment to think, he had no desire to contemplate. He simply reached out his hand, and faced the palm upwards. He would respond breathlessly, after attempting to clear his throat. "Ahem." He puffed out his chest, as much as he could with his entire twitching, "I would..." his throat seemed to become stopped, he cleared it again, "ahem! Follow you in this journey, sir." He would wait for Akaime to take whatever he needed from Yama, anything he wanted truly.

WC: 834

In a most distrurbed and eventfull night, Kakushin wasnt sleeping, left insomniac by the massive amount of thinking he was doing to prepare and always be two steps ahead of would be ennemies, protecting his family at all cost. As he was there, sitting on the top of his caravan in the middle of the night, the lab made Senju toughts were adrift, and after spending hours not moving and deep within his own mind, he suddently phased out and decided to walk around, to relax a bit and give himself a cooling moment.

As his feet graced the cold grass under the full moon light illuminating the little creek the caravan had stopped in, Kakushin walked around wearing his usual dark long kimono robes, making him look like a sage of old, or an hermit, while still looking like his tall and muscular self, covered as usual with papers runes and seals, warding off foreign chakra and bad spirits. As he walked around, the father of kintsugi noticed lights still open from the caravan of Akaime, and heard some faint noises. He also saw that Yama usual resting place was empty. How strange. But Kakushin wouldnt stay passive to this. Indeed, his curiosity to always push and learn more, and to be aware as much as possible was stronger than himself, and he would snoop and go toward the caravan of the Jashin worshiper to knock on his door. 

After reaching the large and heavy wooden door, the tall brown haired Senju would knock gently on the door, standing there waiting to be answered. 

''My son, its me. Open the door.'' Said Kakushin with a deep and calm voice, commanding as if he was inside the very mind of the Chinoike.

The two stood there momentarily in silence, bathed in blood and the flickering candlelight. That malicious smile never faltered off of Akaime’s face as he continued to lock eyes with the nervous Yama. It was rather adorable how quiet he was after the ominous words Akaime spoke to him. It seems the mammoth can be silenced after all, but the Chinoike wasn’t after silence with him. He wanted to open him up more than he had previously with Kakushin. Perhaps this one needed to follow rather than be allowed to lead. An intriguing thought, but nonetheless, entertaining.

With a puff of his chest and clearing of his throat, Yama finally spoke up. He accepted Akaime’s gracious and enlightening offer, thus the blonde was very pleased. “That is…good. You will not be disappointed,” Akaime’s enchanting voice said to the man as he removed his palm from his face, but never breaking the eye contact. For some reason, he couldn’t break away just yet. There was a soft but noticeable tension beginning to accelerate in the atmosphere. Uncertainty seemed to dwell upon Yama’s face as he tried to figure it out. Akaime almost broke out in a chuckle as the man tried to understand what he was feeling, but rather than identifying it for the man. He simply left him to his own devices to figure it out. Plus, a knock at the door indicated that the situation would have to be on a short hiatus, unless whoever is disturbing them at this hour wishes to join as well.

A stern yet light voice rang out from behind the door, acknowledging that the said person was indeed his father. Speaking to Yama before he went to the door, he would say, “be a good boy and give me a moment. It seems my dearest Kakushin has requested me.” With that, Akaime would give a slight wink towards the man before wading through the rippling crimson liquid and making his way towards the door.

As he approached the door, the blood that was on his body seemed to soak into his skin, leaving no trailing liquid behind. A perfect thing to not leave such a mess. Clasping his hand around the handle he opened the door to see his perfect leader adorning in his loosely robes and his warding seals. Perfection at its finest.

“Welcome, and please come in. You’re just in time,” Akaime sensually spoke as he moved next to the Senju, interlacing their elbows together to lead him in. As they would walk in, the door would magically shut behind them before Akaime spoke once again, “Yama has so graciously agreed to experience the pleasure and pain of sin for the price of just a small amount of his blood.” Akaime then undid their arms before moving in front of Kakushin.

“Now, the question lies in would you like to join? Or would you just like to witness?” Akaime popped the question to the Senju as a devious smile crossed his lips, “I know you gain…satisfaction in other ways with your street walkers. But this is something…otherworldly, and I’ll take great care of you,” Akaime said as he closed the distance in between them, with their chest's mere centimeters apart. “So, what do you say?” He said as he locked their eyes together while also snaking his hands into Kakushin’s palms, interlacing their fingers. “You will not regret it.”

WC: 568
TWC: 1,701

There was knock at the door, ripping Yama from his flustered position. He thought for a moment as he watched the blood-covered beauty walk away from him. He would double over slightly, folding under the pressure as he began heaving. He would try to keep this as unnoticeable as possible, but most likely failing at the endeavor. He would look towards the door, he could hear chattering, and he recognized the voice to be Kakushin, just as Akaime had instructed him it was. Some relief washed over him as now he wasn't alone with this individual, beginning to fear for his own sanity should he be left alone with him any longer.

His heart was still pounding, and his body was rigid, in some places more so than others. Kakushin and Akaime would both enter back into the room, and he would do his best to regain his composure. He tried to seem as normal as possilble. There was a small piece of him, or maybe larger than he had originally thought that was annoyed that Kakushin had entered the room when he did. He didn't even know what was coming, but he had a feeling that he was going to enjoy it.

As the leader of their group had entered into the room, he slightly held his breath, unsure of just what was coming his way. His breath was still shakey and he could barely stand in the anticipation that was coursing through his veins, but he used this time to keep as much dignity as possible. He took a step towards Kakushin to change direction and he would greet Kakushin. "It is good to see you, Kakushin. Akaime and I were just about to do... something." He would stare at Akaime, still marveling at the perfectly cut body that he flaunted about, unsure with what to do with himself.

WC: 311

“Welcome, and please come in. You’re just in time” would say Akaime opening the door slowly to Kakushin, revealing what was inside. The caravan was all clean and well put together, with in the middle a large bath tub of ritualistic nature, transformed into a jashin cult shrine, built in profane chakra to bask in blood and let flow the pain and true nature of eahc others flesh. With a faint smile, the browned haired senju approached his adoptive son, and the door slamed shut behind him.

Even with such a gesture, Kakushin wouldnt flinch, totally unphased by the eldritch energy and dark ambiance lingering in the very air of the caravan. In the bath filed with blood waited Yama, barely clothed waiting to go on with the ritual. He was waiting like the good man he was, not wanting to interupt both the entrance of Kakushin or the holy words of the cultist Akaime, the Witch King of the wicked grove. As his smile returned to his natural stoic and cold face, Kaku approached the pool when Akaime spoke again, explaining the ritual taking place, with Yama taking part in the sin of blood and pain by offering his own vitality in exchange, albeit a negligible amount.

Intrigued, the leader of Kintsugi would unrobe himself, keeping only his tribal like underwear, a loincloth of white fine fabric, and approached the other two man. As Yama expressed his feelings toward seeing Kakushin, his tone and choices of words would let the man believe he was interupting something, and that the muscular violonist wasnt at ease. Approaching him and putting his hand on the base of his head, in the upper neck, Kakushin soft and gentle hand, albeit strong and masculine, grabbed him gently, approaching his face close to the face of Yama, looking dead set into his eyes. The gaze of the tall perfected Senju was hypnotizing, entrancing, with his eyes surrounded by thick dark red eyeliner, but his pupils being so bright green they were like emeralds shining in a dark cave, the only source of light visible to the man he was staring into his very soul, or lack thereof.

''My sweet Yama. Please, be at ease. We are, after all, amongst family here, aren't we? mhmhmeheheahahaha! Lets enjoy the warmth of blood, and share our feelings in the presence of pain, the purest inibitor of truth.'' Said the man, smiling in a conforting but deeply disturbing way, before pulling back and turning toward Akaime, the strong chinoike right hand of Kakushin.

Akaime, polite as ever, presented his ritual to Kakushin himself, a smile decorating his pale visage, as he approached to convince the artificial being, telling him no regrets would be feeled. With a small chuckle, the Senju looked into the eyes of Akaime, locking into them.

''Akaime... I do not fear, nor ever have or will, regret. Altough I'm afraid of how you, both of you, might regret putting me trough this ritual, and expose the ugly truth.'' He would say, his smile disapearing into a state of pensiveness, taking a heavy tone to the atmosphere, before going again. ''But, nonetheless, if you would like for me to participate, knowing what it might entail, it would be my absolute pleasure.'' Said the man with a creepy smile, his face lighting up but calm all at once.

It has begun to be a rather lovely night tonight. With the invitation to Yama and the arrival of Kakushin, it seems the threads of fate had sawn them together for this evening. Not at all that he minded it. He was pleased that those he has been around have decided to experience what he has felt. Although, he was surprised, but pleasantly so, by Kakushin fully accepting the trade of blood for enlightenment. If he knew such dealings would have been reciprocated with the Senju, he would have offered it to him sooner. But alas, the time was nigh.

Soon after the Father of the Kintsugi entered Akaime’s domain, their bodies began to shift around the room. The wood user ventured forth into the crimson pool with Yama as Akaime wandered near the corner of the room, where all things ritualistic were held. An obsidian table held different metallic tools, vials filled with unique liquids, and scrolls unfitting for ordinary mortals to read. But the one thing that he needed was the curved-bladed knife that was made from the finest ruby. A ritualistic item perfect for what is about to be performed.

Taking the scarlet handle into his grasp, his eyes fluttered upwards towards the roof; specifically, the moon roof. The tinted-black window showed the shadowy sky as the full moon took its nest right above the opening. The lunar light floods the room in all its glory, illuminating the area with wisps of white radiance. Turning his focus around to the center of the room, the pool of blood seemingly glowed with the contact of the moonlight.

Moving towards the duo and into the pool, Kakushin locked eyes with the Chinoike. Such a gaze would make one quiver at the sight but it only elevated Akaime’s euphoric gestures as he waded through the waters. Looking over the Senju thoroughly, his sly smile grew into a grin as he stood mere inches next to the taller males. “An ugly truth you say. I don’t believe you. Nothing about you could ever be grotesque,” Akaime said in an almost whisper-like state as wrapped his hand around the back of Kakushin’s palm.

Pulling Kakushin’s hand up with his palm open, “I want to see all that you have to offer.” With that said, Akaime quickly sliced the palm of the Senju’s hand open, letting the blood drip into the pool below. Before turning Yama, Akaime noticed the blood upon the blade glistening under the moonlight. A smirk caressed his face as he brought the blade up to his mouth before running his tongue along the side of it. “Mmm, surprisingly sweet but yet so earthly. Almost as if a flower right before spring is about to blossom. Something like lavender.”

 “Alright, muscleman, your turn.” He said before picking up Yama’s hand, doing the same thing to him, and giving another taste. “Interesting, it also has an earthly flavor but yet with a hint of spice. I thoroughly enjoy it, but enough of that for now. Make yourselves float and hold onto me.” Akaime said as he threw the knife towards the edge of the pool and landed on its outer ring. Once the two were fully floating, he moved their hands to place them on each side of hips while he would place his hand upon their elbows. Well, that would be for Yama given whatever ugly truth is told to him by Kakushin.

“Let’s begin,” Akaime said in his velvet-like tone. Raising his eyes towards the moon, his ketsuryugan appeared. “By the binding of the blood pact, bestow upon us the wisdom and euphoria of everything sacrilege, Lord Jashin.” A sound of a drop of liquid could be heard throughout the room as the blood began to circulate around their bodies. The rippling liquid would begin to pick up the pace, so much so that the iron liquid would overcome them as they felt themselves fleeting downwards, being entirely submerged within the crimson; however, they would never feel like they were drowning.

The waves of emotions and feelings come all in one. The pain, the pleasure, and the peace. It all swirls around and into them. Torment comes in the form of them being tortured; memories, either real or imaginary, are inflicted upon them of strangers, friends, enemies, and even family cutting them open, backstabbing them, and even bringing them an inch to sweet embrace of death. Then comes the pleasure unlike any they have experienced before. It is of them doing the cutting, the vile horror of sinful acts, flooding streets with blood, and bringing those once alive to death’s door. The peace comes when it is all said and done, the silence after and the trembling satisfaction that is left. However, everyone’s experience with Jashin’s wisdom and Euphoria is different but yet all the same.

When the two would finally open their eyes, they would realize they were not in Akaime’s room. In fact, they were not in the same dimension as the caravan anymore. They would find themselves in a sea of blood as far as the eye could see, but it was rather shallow. At the center, not too far from them is a disfeatured Buddhist shrine that has been distorted. The roof has horns emerging from it, along with human skulls that hang down from it. The four entrances to the shrine are formed by large, grotesque mouths, complete with human-like teeth and tongues. Four short, disfigured tree-like stumps with gnarled branches stand at each corner of the shrine.

Standing at the edge of the shrine would be Akaime, who would be just staring intensely yet seducingly at the two. “Welcome,” his voice would echo throughout the area, “to my dimension.” A smile crossed his lips, inviting them to come closer, to inch through the bloody waters. “I hope you both have enjoyed yourselves; but the continuation of succoring our bodies will have to wait. Yama, he wanted to spar. Did you not,” Akaime paused for a moment, “well, let us spar then.”

WC: 1,008
TWC: 2,709

The leader of this group, Kakushin, spoke of an ugly truth that may be revealed through this ritual. Yama did not care for any ugly truths, he was too mesmerized by the man that stood before them, and whatever process, whatever ritual that they were readying themselves for. This Akaime would produce a blade, it was a rather ornate blade, matching the rest of the entire production that was happening within this place. He hesitated to call it a room, he wasn't entirely sure just how this small caravan was housing such a large room, some sort of magic happening there.

Yama stood still as the blonde bombshell of a man would cut the leader's hand open, allowing the blood to drip into the pool. A part of him was already excited at the sight of it. The blade was licked by its wielder, and he became even more excited. The time came for him to hold out his hand, and provide his blood as part of this ritual that Akaime spoke about. He was still pretty uncertain as to what was truly happening. But when he was asked for his hand, he provided it without hesitation.

He felt as the blade would cut through his palm, but yet he did not pull away. He would stand there, firm as a rock, disallowing any flinching in the face of his newfound... partner? He wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but he wasn't flinching and that was that, damn it all. He would do as he was asked and lay back in the blood, allowing himself to be suspended within the crimson liquid.

Akaime would say that they would now begin, and Yama was still very uncertain as to what was going on, but he was going to get through it. He would say a prayer to a Lord Jashin. A deity that he had never heard of, but he was beginning to enjoy his means of worship. Suddenly he would become submerged in the blood, but still he would feel oxygenated, as if he was able to breathe through the liquid itself.

He would feel the pain and the pleasure that he spoke of, but not the peace. He was concerned as to why this may have been. Maybe he truly didn't feel peace in his body, nor his soul. He tried not to think about it too much at the time. He would have the memories of his time with the rogues, the time of him being captive and sealed away inside that wagon, chained to the boards and forced to play as a means of their cover up. He had given up music because of it, for so long he went without playing a single note.

He would feel rushes of euphoria as he floated in the pool of crimson, the feeling of Akaime's body pressed against him would run through his mind, and he craved more of it. He had never craved a man's touch before. He had never craved anyone's touch before. But there was something about this man that beckoned him closer to a path that he would never be able to return from, and he was ready for that path.

When he opened his eyes, he would see that his surroundings would have changed. More magic mischief happening with these people. There was a ocean of blood that surrounded them, but it was shallow enough for their feet to still touch the ground, for Yama it was only up to his ankles. He would look around and see a rather odd configuration of a shrine. The roof had horns emerging from it, and there was human skulls hanging down from it. All in all it was quite odd, but also slightly alluring to Yama.

Akaime would say welcome to his dimension, another statement that confused Yama. He had been confused a lot in this conversation, these interactions were filled with oddly cryptic language that lost Yama in translation. But he would bring up the idea of a spar. The moment the words came out of his mouth, Yama sprung into action. He activated the Gate of Opening and sprinted towards Akaime.

They were only a meter away from each other, and he was ready to prove himself. Maybe it was the pent up aggression that he had built up over so many years. Maybe it was the feeling of being dominated within his room in the caravan and he felt a hint of agression. There were many reasons as to why he would react in such a strong way. But he was most certainly going to go into this spar, and pull out at least one hit.

His speed would be enhanced by 50, bringing him to a speed of 169. His strength would reach 200, making this punch towards Akaime's body holding 100 power within it. The punch he would send directly for Akaime would be placed for center mass. He already knew that this individual was stronger than him. There was something about him that gave him that idea, so he was going to have to use his speed to his advantage. He would send the first attack with full speed behind it. It would be a right hand directly for the solar plexus.

After this first punch would be sent, he would have his other hand ready to block or tank whatever attack that would be sent for him. Should his opponent send anything his way immediately, or should he miss his first strike, then he would send his other hand directly for his opponent's new position should he dodge. If the opponent tried to run away, he would perform the Jotun Grip technique to keep him in place, grabbing him by his left arm, and his right arm.

This desperate Yama would be a new feeling for him. A feeling that he never thought he'd feel again, but this man seemed to know exactly how to put him in that position again. Part of him liked it, others didn't.

WC: 1011
TWC: 2641

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