Rebirth: senshus rank up request

Name:Senshu yamaguchi
Current Rank:3rd espada
Desired Rank:primera or segunda, whichever one you guys see fit
Holder of desired rank:no one for primera, but maybe arekussu for segunda, idk the deal on that



Rebirth



Partie' Un: behind closed doors


August 01, 1918 ; Japan


The night is dark, yet the young man with no last name tries his hardest to look upon the pink sakura leaves that are falling so graciously to the cold unforgiving ground on this brisk fall night. Why do the leaves fall and look as content as they do the young man wonders. Is it simply because that is their nature, or because they are meant to because of the season 'fall'. Perhaps that is why they call it that. Sometimes, senshu himself feels like a sakura pedal, having no control over whether he falls or not. As he walks on this lonely unpaved road, he sees a light ahead, flickering like a wild dancer. Like a moth to an open flame, the youth slowly but surely makes his way over to it. To tell the truth, he has no idea why he is even outside in the first place. He simply found himself breaking into a ghostly sweat as he slept. His body picked itself up and decided to go outside. At least by leading himself to this cryptic light, he could give himself a good excuse to be out. He scratches the right side of his forehead. The young man makes his way to the light to see that it is a lantern attached to a small building. Next to the light is a sign that read, 'iyakazi's'. He walks in to see several wooden tables scattered nonchalantly across the place. There are several women in skimpy clothing serving beverages to half drunken men. Apparently this is some sort of brothel or pub. Deciding this place would be better than going back outside to sleep on the streets; he walks in and sits at an empty table. A hostess dressed simply in thin sleep wear strolls up to him. Her hair is long and jet black and she has an eye patch over her left eye. She holds a paper cigarette loosely between her soft pink lips and she speaks with a soft voice that at the same time seems to have age with it.


"Hey sweetie, what can i get cha?"

"Oh i uh..i have no money.."

The scantily clad waitress then looks the young man up and down. She chuckles slightly

"Yea, i can see that.."

"Tch, i dont see you dressed in the finest of linens and jewelry"

"Relax kid, im just messin with ya. So what are you 18?"

"Ninteen.."

"Oh, well excuse me mr.man. Look, i say your old enough, why don’t i give you a drink on me hm?"

"Uh..Ok, whatever you say lady.."

The sassy waitress goes and gets a round of sake and places it on the young man’s table. She decides to sit down with him.

"So what’s your name anyway kid, hmhm, you'd be kinda cute if you actually smiled for once"

"Its senshu..And arent you kinda old to be hittin on me?"

"Hey, im not that old, im 29. You gotta last name senshu?"

"..Naw.."

"Hm, well im temari shoten"

The two begin drinking and talking for several hours, senshu actually seems to be having a good time. After a short while, the both of them become slightly drunk and they look into each other’s eyes. Though it would seem they both want the same thing, each of them craves for something different. In temaris eyes is a wanting for belonging, bonding, and love. In senshus is a longing for passion, desire, lust. Almost hypnotically they look at each other, but suddenly their trance breaks. Temari breathes in softly, as if to catch her breath. Senshu smirks a little, almost menacingly, without even noticing it. The hostess speaks first

"So, do you have anywhere to stay?"

"No.."

"Do you have anything to do?"

"No.."

"Do you wanna fuck me?"

"...."

Senshu simply smiles and she grabs his hand, leading him up to her quarters. As they leave the table, suddenly, the door at the front entrance bursts open with an angry frustration. As wood chips would jump onto the floor, four men would walk in as if they had done nothing. they all seem to be about the same height, and they all are dressed in tattered old suits that looked like they had been bought from a second hand store. Two of them have katanas and two of them have old pistols. The one in the front exclaims that they are here as part of an entrance test into the yakuza. They say that at least one person will have to die, and all the money in the place will have to be given up. Immediately, everyone still in the place runs wildly in separate directions. Senshu jumps behind the bar with temari. dammit. I should take all of those ass holes out right now. No, no i vowed that i would never fight again. EVER. I basically got my fucking sister killed back then. I’m not about ta do the same to the people here

Before the ebony skinned young man can finish his thought, one of the yakuza wannabe's grab temari by her hair. They probably say senshus head poking up from behind the bar since he is considerably tall at 6'4. Another would knock senshu across the head with his pistol and that suddenly triggers something in his brain. As if a the top of a nitro glycerin container had been opened, all of the desire rage and hatred lying chained in the back senshus subconscious begins to boil over . As he falls face first to the ground, his eyes twitch rapidly as if concentrated lemon juice had been squeezed in them. He picks himself up hearing temaris' screams, but soon all noise falls upon deaf ears, and there is only the sound of silence. hopping over the bar, and almost instinctively picking up a large butcher knife that had been placed there as if by destiny, he lunges at the young criminal with the sword , holding temari by the hair like a lifeless ragdoll. He slices at the side of the man’s stomach as he wizzes past him before turning around to put the cleft of the butcher’s utensil at the back of the man’s vertebrae, ripping it out. Within five minutes he would make quick work of the men, until he reached the last one holding a gun. He couldn’t be any older than senshu himself, maybe even younger. But still, holding his bloody tool of execution at his side, the butcher, well that is to say, senshu slowly walks up to the boy. Shaking as f his bare body had been tossed out into freezing rain, the nervous yakuza hopeful fires of the rounds at senshu, hitting his gut. And yet, he continues to walk, unphased. His eyes wide like owls, senshu kneels down, looking over the sobbing young man.

"P-p-p-please, d-d-dont, k-k-kill me.."

"....."

Replying with nothing more than the sound of silence, senshu puts the blade against the neck of the kid, and slowly begins moving his arm side to side, slowly cutting through his throat as if it were pork tenderloin. The bone cracks making a sound reminiscent of a pencil being snapped in two. But the butcher doesn’t stop there. no, he keeps sawing while the boy still breathes, and blood leaves his neck like red wine being poured into a glass. ~ker-thump~. The knife finally hits the wooden floor of the pub, having decapitated its victim. Suddenly, senshu snaps back to reality, sounds once again enters his ears. He looks around to see temari hiding behind a table. Apparently she hadn’t seen what he had just done. With a blank expression on his face he walks up to her and guides her to her feet.

"You've been shot!"

"..??..."


I..ive been shot..but why am i not worried..hmhm. i've been shot?! but why do i find it hillarious?. hmhm, and that boy, those guys. they're all dead? oh my GOD. DID I DO THIS?! DID I..FUCK..I BROKE MY WORD..GOD DAMMIT.. but WHY?.. why do i feel so..HAPPY?! hehaha.. why do i feel so..
re-JUVINATED..hmhmhmhahahah, am i actually enjoying what i just did? YES.I AM. their blood dripping like water from the tips of my fingers. THEIR BLOOD. and..and my blood. hmhmhm, im bleeding too?!!! FUCK, i feel so..ALIVE!. so aroused. the cracking of bone, the feeling of it, its just so entoxicating! the SOUND of their SCREAMS! its hauntingly soothing like a mad mans lubliby..hmhmhahaha!!..

"Hehahahah!!"

Senshu accidentally laughs out loud and temari looks at him confused and slightly frightened. Senshu puts his lips to hers and kisses her not softly, but passionately as if he were trying to control her tongue with his. He continues kissing her as they make their way up the stairs. His wounds seem to be healing as the bullets pop out of his belly like popcorn at its ready. He rips of his shirt; his body covered in blood and throws his mistress on the small raggedy bed. Yet, she doesn’t seem to mind, in fact she likes it. He closes the door behind him and dives into a sea of desire.






Partie' Deux: Butcher Pete


October 31, 1918



After having aquired a job as a butchers apprentice, senshu life has been going pretty well, at least compared to how it was. He has been with temari, living with her at the old pub, and he's been making a decent amount of money for his honest day’s work. But one thing still has yet to escape his mind. The night that he killed those four guys. It wasn’t that he was feeling guilty, no, quite the opposite. He's been feeling quite anxious about it. The way it made him feel was just so...exhilarating. It was all so terribly relaxing. The carnage, the pain, even the taste of the blood that flew in his mouth tasted like liquid candy. On this day of all hallows eve, senshu commences his daily routine of closing shop, part of which involves, taking out the trash. He walks in the back and in the dark alley way, he barely sees a woman struggling to escape the grasp of a man. It’s probably a mugging. A grin uncontrollably crawls across senshus face like a spider onto a wall. This is it! This is his opportunity to feel like he did those couple of months ago. He goes back inside and grabs his favorite butcher knife, which happens to be the same one from the pub. He doesn’t bother to take his butches smock off since he doesn’t want to get blood on his clothes anyway. He then walks right up to the man, and the mugger shoots him. Senshu scratches his fore head, which now has a pretty big rash on it.

"My turn"

Senshu rushes at him and swings his knife low so that it stabs him at the bottom of his belly. He then slowly carves his way up the abdomen until he reaches the sternum. As if he had just gutted a fish, the mugger’s intestines fall daintily onto the cold ground. The young man licks the splatted blood from the corners of his mouth like catsup. He slowly turns around to find the woman praising him and thanking him for his help.

"......"

Almost uncontrollably, his arm flings upward, slicing through the pretty woman’s throat like butter. What had he just done?! He’s just killed an innocent woman. Killed her as if she were a filthy pest that needed to be exterminated. And he liked it.

"...What have i done. I killed them both..I killed two people..Those were human lives. They wont be overlooked.. Besides, who am i to pass judgement on them....No. No wait, maybe im wrong. This world is rotting. And those who are making it rot deserve to DIE..If i dont do it, who will? No one..Im the ONLY one who can do it!..with this blade and these hands.. I will TAKE this world..."

He likes it so much that he begins chopping up her dead body like he would any other piece of meat. Hacking, waking, slashing, he doesn’t care who sees him. He just keeps going until she is spread all over the ground. He does the same to the mugger. Oh, but now what would the butchers apprentice do? He would be caught by the authorities in no time. I know! he'll hide them in the meant locker. Skin them up and hang them to dry, just as he would any other grade A beef!



The reign of butcher Pete
Over the next two months, senshu would continue chopping up women and men alike. He would even bring and extra butcher knife and give it to some of his victims to give them a chance to kill him first. Of course they couldn’t, they would simply wind up in the meat locker with all the others. Ironically, the meat shop he still worked at was doing very well, especially with all the extra 'beef' they had. Senshus deviant exploits would become so well known that he would even be known in the west. Of course he wasn’t known as senshu, but nikuya no piito (lit; butcher Pete) because of how he always left his butchers smocks at the scene of the murder. There was no one safe from butcher Pete. The men were told to watch their wives because Pete doesn’t care whose meat he chops. Single women, married men, old maids and all, they were all in pet’s sights. The streets of japan would glow a magnificent red from butcher Petes deliciously twisted obsession...





Partie' trois: New World Order



January 01, 1919


A new day has begun, as well as a new year. Butcher Pete has decided that he wants more out of this world. Sure, killing a few dozen people both innocent and criminal are fun but, there has to be more. He can’t help but keep remembering the words of his rotting father, 'give to them nothing, take from them everything'. He's already taken the lives of several, but maybe there is something more he can take. Yes, he can take their hopes, their dreams, their lively hoods, their money, their power. Take the sins of the rich and shove it down their throats. And he could start with the people who have taken everything from him since the day he was born. The yakuza. Senshu decides to wait until the evening and go to the base of operations of a well-known yakuza boss in the area. He is always noted for his lecherous and gluttonous ways and he wasn’t very subtle about it so finding him is simply child’s play. With his butcher’s apron on, senshu makes quick work of the man’s guards. He walks up to the boss, boss nakamura, and places his butcher’s knife on the desk the fat pig is sitting behind. Fearful and sweating like the swine he is, nakamura tries to call for his guards but they don’t come.Senshu stands with a blank expression on his face. He scratches his forehead which now has a large rash as well as cuts on it from him scratching so much

"..Who are you"

"Butcher pete..."

"...Hmph, butcher pete ay?"

"......"

"Would you like to join me for a game of russian roulette?..Come on, how about it son?"

Nakamura picks up a revolver and puts one bullet in the chamber

"If you win, I’ll give you the combination to my safe, that’s what you came for right. And hey, ill even tell you how to get women with one hundred percent success,heheh.."

"And if you win.."

"I want you to kill some one for me. got it .."

"Fine "

"..Tch, fine..lets do it then.."


Boss nakamura picks up the revolver and slowly puts it up to his head. His hands shaking, sweat rolling down his face, jumping off of his chin. Breathing heavily, he pulls the trigger and it clicks. He smiles and slides the gun to senshu.
He picks it up and pulls the trigger without hesitation. It clicks. Silently, he slides it back to him. Astounded, nakamura looks at senshu.

"I hate to say it, but you've got guts son...But theres no way im gonna die today. Or tomorrow for that matter! At least not until i run this whole fucking town..It takes more luck than this game to run the yakuza dammit!"

Breathing even heavier, and choking on his fear, nakamura pulls the trigger again and the gun clicks. He laughs and slides the gun to butcher Pete.

"Eheheheh, im on a r-roll. Im hot! it looks like lady lucky on my side today.."

Silently, senshu picks up the gun and pulls the trigger without thought. Nakamura looks again in astonishment. He slides the weapon over to the boss.

"Whats a country..Who are the people? What are politicians..who knows..I just wanted to become a ruler..All i need is to hear the empty click of this gun..And all my dreams will come true!.."

He picks up the gun and pauses for a moment out of utter fear of death. He pulls the trigger and it clicks.

"Looks like you lose sun. Heheheheh. Sorry but a deals a deal.."

He slides the gun over to senshu, but not so he can continue. He believes it is over. But then, senshu picks up the gun and puts it to his head, pulling the trigger. It clicks. Senshu slides it back to the crime boss. The man looks at butcher Pete as if he were the devil himself

"This gun holds seven bullets. Im a professional..You cant fool me old man.."

"geh..You and i were both sick, the only time we feel alive is when we put our lives on the line! Its a sad reality but we people are never satisfied, well always seek a higher rush!..The history of japan rests within the walls of this institution! Its an old tradition that has continued since the rise of the first crime lord..And i want you to see it through to the end..The combination is 06 05 06..And by the way..Women are all the same!!"

Boss nakamura pulls the trigger and the bullet leaves the chamber, flying through his skull to bring his brain matter spilling onto the ground

"Hmph.."

Senshu goes to the safe and puts in the combination. He takes the money and then heads back to his residence, but not before leaving his trademark butchers apron on nakamuras cold body. When he arrives back at the pub, the time is 11:50. He walks in his room to see temari sitting on the bed sobbing with great intensity. Her nose is so red one would think she had just got punched.

"Wha..whats wrong temari?"

She looks up at senshu and screams. She begins to yell 'get away from me, get away you sick basterd!’ Immediately, he knows she has found out about his 'hobby'. He goes up to her, but she begins backing up frantically until she is against the wall. He grabs her arms as she tries to hit him

"Calm down, calm down. Look, those people deserved, it. They did, they didn’t see life for what it’s worth, and they didn’t take control of their lives. So i did it for him. They were weak.."

"Did the old women deserve it , did the CHILDREN deserve it??! Let go of me you sick FUCK!!I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!"

Temari then knees senshu in his groin and he bends over in pain.

"Ghh..fine.leave..LEAVE LIKE EVERY ONE ELSE..You just dont know GREATNESS when you see it!!"

"YOU NEED HELP"

Temari gets her things and starts to run out of the door but she trips and falls down the stairs, breaking her ankle. Senshu then rushes down the stairs and picks her up, taking her to another room and placing her on the floor.

"Oh my god..are you okay.."

"L..leave me alone..get off me.."

"Im just trying to help you..I just..want to make sure.."

Senshu then grabs a long broken off piece of wood, resting at the side of them. He then stabs it into her stomach.

"You’re OKAY!.."

Temari screams in pain as tears run down her face. His forehead begins to itch again and he scratches it like a flea ridden dog. He looks back down at Temari but sees the face of his dead sister instead.

"W.wha...sissely.."

"Why..Why are you doing this to me..i loved you.."

"Wha..shut up..SHUT UP!"

He punches her across her face, breaking her jaw. She continues to speak as she loses consciousness

"Why..why.."

Senshu scratches his head again. It itches so much it begins to burn.

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE WILL YOU..I ALREADY KILLED YOU.!!"

"..why...."



Birth of a God
He then stabs Temari in the eye, even though he still sees her as his sister. He stabs her repeatedly. Over and over, in her eye and belly and throat. Speaking out loud and she becomes unrecognizable


"WHY?!..I want the WORLD to know of my existence. That theres someone out there passing rightous judgement on the ungrateful. IM not sick, the WORLD is sick. Its filled with UNGRATEFUL,WEAK vermin.."

He keeps stabbing her. Her face doesn’t even look human anymore. But Senshu still sees his sister. He scratches his forehead again, peeling off some of the skin, causing it to bleed.

"I WILL CREATE A NEW WORLD. A world where only teh strong survive and the weak PARISH...and i..I WILL BECOME THE GOD OF THIS NEW WORLD!"

He stabs her once more and scratches his forehead with both of his blood drenched hands. He scratches and scratches and looks into the mirror. In the mirror, he sees to small thorns starting to stick out of his head. He keeps scratching while looking in the mirror and begins to pull on the thorns. He pulls and tugs and as he does, his eyes begin to turn black and his pupils begin to turn green, the color of greed. He tugs and tugs his flesh ripping as he does until he pulls out two long bull horns from his bloody head. He continues looking in the mirror and begins to laugh manically. As temari completely fades from this world, the last thing she sees is senshu laughing with no horns, but simply a bloody scratched up forehead

"GEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA?!!!!!!"



FIN