Shisiko Zevra Ryuuken - Blue Panther Espada #1WIP

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Identification

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Character Name: Shisiko Zevra Ryuuken
Classification: Arrancar
Alias/Titles: "Red Beast"

Gender: Male
True Age: 350
Birthday: September 19'th

Previous Affiliation: Aizens Arrancar Army
Affiliation: Blue Panther Army
Previous Rank: Arrancar #58
Rank: Espada #1

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Appearance Information

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Apparent Age: 23
Height: 6'3''
Weight: 154 lb's
Eye Color: Crimson
Hair Color: Blood Red

Physical Description: Zevra is truly a monster of a man, and his visage has caused many a shinigami to choke on their own words and stumble back in fear, for Zevra has the body of a dead man. Zevra is a massive Man standing at approximately Ten foot six inches maybe a bit less- The man is truly massive, having been born very small until he hit around twelve where he leap forward in size and many speculate that he holds unnatural blood running through his veins for very few humans ever grow to such massive sizes. Zevra's body in general is built however despite his size, very thin and lean- he is well proportioned, his legs being about five feet, his torso being about four feet and a few inches with his neck and head combined being around a foot maybe a bit less. His total size being massively all and lean, he is obviously holding muscle on his lean tall frame, however he is built as one imagines a basketball player in modern times, wide shoulders with a very faint eight pack and large shoulder muscles as well as biceps. But most of his muscle is lean and speed like, but packing an obvious amount of power behind them, he is strong and fast, the perfect warrior some would fall, a very large target others would all him. His general outfit and clothing consists of a long white robe lined with pitch black cloth silks, as well as a blood red (Originally white as well but he soaks it in blood- and it smells of such, a putrid Iron like smell comes from the cloth) sash that he wears around his waist to support that deadly blade he wields.

As far as his general appearance is concerned- we shall begin with his facial structure and face in general. His face is that of a ''prettyboy'' by some standards, being very chiseled and defined into an almost angelic appearance, a pointed jaw and ears, almond-shaped eyes he is what many would of long ago called an 'elf' before they knew better. However- this is completely put off once examined loser, Zevra's skin is a paper dead white, the tone of color only the dead could ever achieve, his eyes once such a brilliant green have become disgusting and pith dark grey mist except for the iris which is a sickening old Crimson tone like the color of the dead that have been left rotting for weeks beneath the earth in their wooden rates prettied to hold them as they rot away. His teeth are no longer even and attractive, but instead have all been sharpened and shaped individually, they are all a mixture of canine and herbivore. Being flat and rounded like herbivore teeth until you get to their front which arches upward in a deadly razor like point- the teeth of a eater of flesh as well as everything else- as well as a powerful set of back-teeth that are thick and wide designed to shatter and break down bone and other lesser teeth to be eaten. His hair is a pure snowy white, one thing that didn't change with his death, and is fairly short hanging about his neck and eyes loosely but not long enough to be any real bother. His gums are a dark grey from the time he was dead, and his nails are a dark black grey tone for the same reason, and shaped into long deadly claws much like his teeth have been re-shaped.

His Hollow Mask Fragment rest over the upper right quarter of his face, being a Mask with its eye hole intact covering up half of his forehead and part of his cheek and face. Red Designs over the mask, and it is revealed that underneath his crimson hair that rolls down his back and face the mask has thin connections which bond the two huge Demonic Horns on his head with the two smaller horns on his head just above the forehead. His Hollow hole resides where his heart should have been, a massive hole about the size of a fist as if someone had simply slammed their arm to the elbow through his chest and took out his heart in the process. The only other oddities would be the fact the man has tattooed on the skin shown from his right side usually covered by clothing of some sort is a #1 in dark blue, marking him as the Premera Espada serving under Grimmjow, his eyes however are the true Bane. For they give away his insanity with constant jumps and flickers, nervously scratching his horns over nothing and leaping a things to kill, he is a hunter and its rather obvious by how he acts but at the same time the man gives off the felling that a dog that's being barely held back by a leash gives you. This man is more animal then anything- constantly seen literally munching on everything constantly, and usually something fleshy and raw.

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Personal Information

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Personality Overview: Insanity. Chaos. The Devil Inarnate. These are all things that Zevra has been called and he will be called worse as time passes for him- For he is exactly those words. Zevra was once a completely sane and calm man before his death, but that is long gone now, driven insane by loss and completely broken mentally he was given his light that kept him able to function through the manipulation of the "Dark Lord" who he claims was the Devil, but was actually simply his insanity incarnated. This man is truly the epitome, of a monster in the body of a human being- he suffers from multiple mental and physical disorder. These diseases are what cause him to be so insecure mentally and physically both because of their general nature and how they effect the human mind and body combined with his past is the reason for his total insanity. But his most deadly disease he suffers is known as Kuru, which is the trigger to many of his so called 'traits' of personality thanks to his cannibalism that he has been triggered through. He suffers from constant shivers and shakes, never able to hold still as his entire body vibrates and twitches- instantly having random fits of insane giggling and confusion, and when asked why he was suddenly laughing he always has the most random reason that makes no sense, or from incredible cruelty. Such answers as "Because his head rolling down the hill and it bounced off his buddies face! GARARARARARAHAHA!" Which leads to another odd trait he has, his laugh is not like most- as it is instead starting with the 'Garara' no matter what, even in his chuckles and sinkers they hold this sound, it's unknown why he does this like many other of his traits.

As time has passed, his mental disorders have become more and more serious, Zevra suffers now from multiple mental disorders, but the most devastating being his severe level of Schizophrenia. Zevra hears things that aren't there, he see's them, tastes them, feel's them, anything to do with his senses says that they are there- that what he feels or see's, or hears, is real and actually there. His most common hallucination is that of the 'Demon' that he has become a messenger for, materializing or speaking to him in the air surrounding him- when he is confused or unsure how to handle a situation this manifestation tends to appear, but of course only he could see it and it appears he is blabbing madly to the air and hearing it talk back. Which in essence is exactly what is going on- this 'Demon' is actually the sane part of his subconscious coming out in a mild way to communicate with his own now completely insane brain to help it figure out what to do, what is required for survival and the like to understand whatever situation they may now currently be within. The only problem with this is, until you get used to him- and that's if you can even bear being near a cannibalistic psychopathic murderer that wants to tear apart everything just to giggle and paint with their blood- is that others must deal with his constant bickering and talking with the air and things that aren't really there. It does come with positives however- for the sane half of his mind is truly genius, and when it is required he talks to himself and his genius and sane part of his subconscious gets a incredible and intelligent plan to go through himself to his allies- this is rare and in between however. As generally he prefers to rely on his own mind, and as such cannot subconsciously call forth his 'other mind' so to speak and instead charges in as he wishes to rend and slaughter whomever he pleases at the time.

Things that he likes tends to be rather bloody and destructive things, Killing, Death, Destruction and Killing are all extremely high on his List. Zevra is ... well. A monster by all considerations- A Savage and because of this almost all of his enjoyments have to do will destruction and killing- as well as eating what he killed, and their race as what they were in life doesn't matter in the slightest. As such, Eating, Killing and Death as his most favored and most common things he does as not only a Hobby- but as a general ay to day mealtime as well. His dislikes are pretty much anything that would under normal circumstances counter his likes. If under a normal circumstance- Someone tried to save someone he was killing, or attached him for being a monster and eating the things he had killed including other people. Or even a Shinigami or Someone else that tried to stop him from having the enjoyment of mass chaos and destruction- but overall, Zevra just doesn't give a shit, he is a loose anon that just wants to see the world burn. And that appears to be his only goal, he only respects power and destruction, murdering to him is a form of art just as eating those that he destroys he see's as a way to gain their strength.

Being Insane however does come with its benefits generally, and one such benefit is that he has many Mental strengths. Zevra's most primary strength- Is his complete and utter hunger for murder, combined with his Doesn't give a shit attitude. It doesn't matter if your a child, a defenseless innocent, a cute puppy, he will kill and eat you. This soulless hunger is what his strongest point is, because he has no emotional target, he has no one he loves- and as such you can't attack those around Him expecting to get a reaction that would give you an edge in combat. However, Zevra's weaknesses are massive in number, however his most primary weaknesses are his lack of planning ability. Zevra is insane- Utterly and completely, he may not be stupid but he is still Insane to the highest degree. He is easily manipulated, easily confused based on this as his mind doesn't work like a normal persons does, when other people see a wave of warriors charging they try to plan out a fight. Zevra just picks the juiciest looking one and pounces like a wild animal. Amusingly enough, Zevra's fears are extremely limited. However, his greatest and most ironic fear is death itself, and being judged by those he cared about in his past life for the rimes he has committed, he fears death- because that tiny bit of him that is left from his past that still has a conscious, is terrified of what his family would say about him now, about their judgement and disgust, and that is something his broken mind simply cannot handle.

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Character Time-line: Part One

[spoiler=Click for History - Human Life]Shisiko ran through the forests with a grin, he was ten at the moment but already held a long pistol in his palm. He was giving chase to a dear as he leaned down to her belt and took out a slim blue bullet tucking it into the chamber and aiming, giving a fire it shot forward and slamming into a tree, instantly releasing the liquid nitrogen freezing the entire tree instantly as he groaned. "Dammit I Missed!" He flailed as he continued his chase, finally as they neared a canyon yelling out to his friends, "It missed! Cut him off!!" The blonde haired boy, about two years older than Shisiko, chuckled a little to himself, hearing his friend yelling that he had missed. "Dork," he murmured, watching from his perch, where he was hidden along the ledges of the canyon, waiting and ready. He moved along the rocky ledges carefully, yet quickly, positioning himself properly as he watched the approaching dear, slowly drawing out a makeshift dagger of sorts, and leaping down, intending to leap onto the deers back and slit it's throat. Instead, gravity yanked him flat on his face on the ground, causing him to make an 'oomph' sound as he hit.

"That went much better in my head," Dane groaned, hoisting his head slowly. "Baaakaaaa!!!" He flailed as his friend dropped down behind the dear, "I told you to wait at the Canyon and make the trap! CANYON! Not Tree! Your muscle Im brain dammit! It only works if you do what the brain says!!" He yelled as he ... stepped on his friends head and just kept charging after the dear, he narrowed his eyes and tugged out a slim bullet sliding it in, and firing. The black bullet Fired out, before shattering after half a second, and suddenly hundreds of bullet shards flew through the air, coating the deers back and legs in wounds it scuttled and stumbled slamming into the dirt. "You got the knife, go put the thing outa its misery ... Dammit Dane!! Listen to me sometime!" He said with a grumble, having had to resort to causing the deer unnecessary pain. His groan only deepened when his head was stepped on, but his head popped back up nearly immediately as he got to his feet, rubbing at his nose as he dodged after his friend, "well, maybe the brain should think of better ideas!"

He called, voice a little distorted as he was pinching and rubbing at his nose. The blonde grumbled a bit to himself as he caught up to the younger boy, whom pulled out another bullet and shot the deer, before giving him an order, "I do listen sometimes!" He argued, twirling the blade a little in his hands as he jogged over to the downed creature that was whining in pain. "Sorry about this!" He mumbled to the deer, before closing his eyes and slicing right across the creature's jugular. Naturally, it didn't survive much longer than this. "SEE. I do listen sometimes. Just not all the time." He nodded a bit, flicking the warm blood off of his hand and the knife. Shisiko sighed and gave him a knuckle-bump before nodding and tucking his gun away. "Yeah yeah ... I still wish I didnt have to use my exploding star, that tears up the meat you know." He grinned a bit before he leaned down and grabbed the animal by its hind-legs, "Hey, grab its front ... lets get this to my parents, you can stay over for barbeque and we can try to take on my big sis again!" He grinned evily, obviously this was a very often occurrence with them. He proceeded to lift the huge deers lower-half and wait for his friends assistance, afterward hed lead them off tword his house up on the mountains about a mile north, reverse mountain was a dangerous place, wild animals, low temperatures, and constant snow was the hourly deal.

Dane stuck out his tongue a bit, giving a bit of a laugh as he wiped the knife clean before tucking it away in his belt and moving to the creatures front, where he grasped the legs and hoisted as Shisiko did. "Hehe. That sounds good to me... Though I still hate fighting girls... Especially ones that kick my ass..." He blinked a bit, glancing back at his friend as he walked. He followed after his friend rather easily, already knowing where his house was. the blonde hummed a little as they walked, in order to fill the silence or simply keep his idle mind amused. He grinned wide, "I dunno I think we almost ahd her last time! I made a new bullet to try and get her with too ...It'l be awesome, we'll get her this time fer sure!" He grinned like an idiot as he carried the deer up, eyeing the sky and he blinked, "Aw damn, its ganna storm again ... better hurry ..." He muttered and gave it a bit of a speed boost, running along knowing his friend could keep up as the winds began to pick up. Slowly the pair came into view of the huge log cabin, it was about the size of a five story house, yaks were fenced in tot eh side, a large greenhouse was on the other, as well as a forest filling the back and a training circle a well as a Rifle range. "Hmm, maybe," Dane mused, thinking back to their last little scuffle, "but I dunno, sometimes I think she just pertends to be nearly beaten to mess with out heads."

His violet eyes narrowed a bit at the thought, but he dismissed it as his friend pointed out that it was going to storm. He shut his mouth at this, and began to run along with Shisiko. He smiled a little as the familiar cabin came into view, glad to see it before the weather took a sour turn. "We're almost there~" he chirped to himself, seeming to pick up his pace a little more so. He grinned seeing the house, "Yeah! Lets hurry though, if dad finds out we were late we're dead ... and his wrath is worse then Sisters." He shivered before they rushed up to the house, he shuffled them along to the side where the butchers shot area was, placing the deer inside before he dashed off grinning. "Race yah! I'll beat you this time dammit!!" Taking off a second alter heading tword the door for the kitchen, problem was though Shisiko was smart as hell, a genius really, and had the best eyesight and ability with a gun anyone had ever seen ... his physical abilities basically sucked. Dane chuckled a bit at his friends words, easily keeping up with Shisiko and helping him place the deer in the proper area. He arched a brow as he ran off, challenging him to a race. "Please, you couldn't beat me if I had two broken legs!" Dane called, then started running after his friend, laughing all while doing so. He very much enjoyed being at his friend's house, it almost felt like a second home to him.

Though it was much more lively than his own all of the time! His house felt a tad lonely, so he preferred to be with his friend, even if that meant he had to walk a fair distance to get there. He flailed, "Shut up dammit! I'll beat you one of these days! I'll be fifty times faster then you!!" As eh watched his friend sped ahead he growled, and never once slowed or gave up. If nothing else Shisiko has determination and brains, despite maybe not so much into the physical department. He dashed off and came to the door about three seconds before his friend, not bad for him actually but still far slower then his friend. He panted and muttered, "Damnit ... I'll beat you one of these days, I swear!" He grinned and entered the cabin, "DAD!! We're back, we brought a Ten pointer back fer' Dinner! Dane's staying over too!" There were heavy footstomps before the eight foot nine bearded man entered the room a few moments later dressed in lumberjack equipment with a pipe. "Mmn ... Ten pointer huh ... alright fine, Dane can stay in that case. But he knows the rules! Nothings free here, after we eat he'll help you wash the dishes!" of course came the retort against his earlier comment, "In your dreams, maybe," snickered the blonde, whom combed his fingers through his short hair, slowly as the two of them reached the door, he smirked a little at his panting friend, "hehe, we'll see," he teased, easily following after his friend as he hollered to his father.

Dane waited patiently and quietly as the two conversed, which went more or less as it always did. He grinned a little at the large man, nodding his her vigourously, "of course, sir!" He assured, smiling a bit for show - though he utterly hated doing dishes and chores in general. Shisiko grinned softly before nervously nodding his head rapidly, "Of coruse Dad! Anything you say!" coughing a bit and slowly placing his hands down, bowing politely to his father. Before dashing off to find his sister, "FATYYY!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" He called out grinning, as suddenly a tiny fist slammed into his face and sent him rolling through the floor and slamming into the wall, eyes spinning with a huge anime lump on his head. "Fuuuck ... Oooow ..." He groaned, there stood his sister, only about five foot even she was built of nothing but curves and soft pale skin, as pretty as it got and virtually perfect physically. Except her nasty attitude. "Shut up punk! Dont make me brush your teeth with a toilet brush again!!" Dane scurried off after his friend, rubbing a little at the side of his neck as he heard Shisiko calling his sister names again. He laughed a little at his friends words, then nearly died laughing when a fist met Shisiko's skull, more or less one hit KOing him. "Haha, yeah, you were real close that time," he teased his friend, before arching a brow at the girl's words.

He suddenly felt very relieved that he did not have an older sister of his own. Nevertheless, he made his way towards Shisiko, attempting to help his friend up and survey any potential damage. "Sh-shut up! ... Oooh damn theres five of you ..." He groaned, slowly standing up with his friends assistance before he stumbled a bit and landed on his side holding his head with a mutter ... finally he made it to his feet and blinked rubbing his forehead. "... Fatass." He muttered, the girls eye twitched and he quickly threw down a small pill, smoke exploding outward. "RUUUUN!!" He grabbed his friend and ran like hell his speed miraculously increased as his sister floundered around in the smoke cloud, "Get tot eh kitchen with mom! Safe zone!!" He muttered as they skidded into the kitchen, his sister close behind about to grab him when his mother looked over and narrowed her eyes. She sat in a wheelchair, missing one of her legs ... and yet just the look made you want to go ahead and die just to escape it. Dane rolled his eyes a bit, sighing and watching his friend fall and slowly get up again, only to further anger the beast. Shisiko threw something down, but Dane didn't need any encouragement to get the hell out of there. He rushed off with Shisiko, casting a glance back at his friend's sister, he nodded a bit to his words. "Right!" He agreed, dashing towards the kitchen as per his suggestion. He more or less immediately regretted this as they arrived in the kitchen, and the woman's eyes glared at them so fiercely that he was certain she could see into his soul. He swallowed hard, looking to his friend as he mumbled, "I think I know where your sister gets it..."

He gulped a bit as did his sister and slowly he waved and played the oldest trick in the book only a baby of the family can do. "Hey Mommy." He said cheerfully, the woman glared a moment before breaking into a smile and wheeling over, making his sister flinch and cough, slowly fleeing the kitchen. Shisiko grinned and gave his friend the smug 'We won!' look before placing his hands together and kissing his mothers hand with a grin. "Mom we caught a deer today! Ten pointer!" He nodded repeatedly and she chuckled, "Good ... means we can all eat well tonight, though its ganna be gone tomorrow." Dane chuckled a little to himself at the sly trick that his friend had pulled. It seemed like a pretty childish thing to do, but he supposed it was forgiveable considering his friend's age. The woman's look quickly softened and his sister fled for cover - Shisiko looked very pleased with this, having obviously already had it all planned out in his head. He slowly brought his hands to rest on the back of his head, his thin form rocking a little on his feet as he watched the two quietly for a few long moments, and he shrugged slowly, "just means we'll have to go kill something else," he pointed out, rather absently, his voice sounded distant and dreamy as he thought.

Shisiko nodded a moment, "Yeah its no big!" He grinned, e acted like a little kid around his mom, but not just because of his fear of her wrath, she was basically his own world. His dad wasn't big on weakness and emotions, and his sister was a bitch, so obviously his mom and best friend was all he really had. He hopped down from her lap and turned behind her. "Let me wheel yah mom, dad should be serving the first course soon." She chuckled and let him as he grinned at his friend, Knuckle touching him since he saved both their asses from the demon sister. He entered the room and placed her in front of the tables open spot, sitting down as well and waiting for Dane to sit next to him while they waited for the food that could be heard thundering down the hall. Dane smiled broadly, watching his friend as he moved about his mother, the blonde haired boy slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants, treading after the two as Shisiko wheeled his mother away. He followed a few steps behind them, yawning softly to himself as he went, he rather easily sat himself down in the chair that was next to Shisiko's, leaning back into it and sitting more or less at full attention, his hands folded neatly in his lap under the table as he cast a glance towards the source of all the noise. His stomach rumbled a bit and he nodded at how hungry he actually was. In came the huge man! this time in his chefs attire, the man thundered in balancing huge dishs on each ofhis wrist, arms, elbows, and shoulders as well as chest. A few motions and the platters lay infornt of each.

"First course! Eat hearty of face my fist!" H bellowed as eh exited the room, Shisiko's mother giggling softly as the grown man had a hole in his trousers from his back of his belt to his left ankle. None the less she began to eat, the food was pile of greens, honey roasts apples and mangos, greenbeans, bacon scattered through it as well as a fresh salad. Dane watched intently as the man entered and set down the plates, more or less threatening them and telling them they had to eat what was placed before him, which he had no trouble doing. "Thanks," he chimed, glancing as the man turned to leave the room, he jumped a bit at the obvious hole in the man's pants, glancing about the table and wondering how he had managed to so that. He soon shrugged it off however, and after casting a glance to his friend, picked up a fork and began to eat away at the food that had been set before him. Shisiko wated to laugh. But he knew better, so he just did his usual "Shishishishsi" and coughed, grinning at his friend and digging in as well. His fork lashing out as he began to hungrily devour the veges and fruits ... heavily avoiding the greens with a passion as he eyed them dangerously. Shifting his eyes a bit he dumped it out the window he was next too and coughed hearing the sizzle as the hot sauce and peper coated greens began to melt the snow and stone outside. He winced and proceded to finis the other food that was surprisingly good!

Dane wasn't as picky as his friend, and so he merely laughed as he proceeded to dump what he didn't like out the window. He chuckled away to himself, eagerly eating the food, practically shoveling it down his throat. His parents didn't cook, or couldn't, rather, so the only time he really tasted anything good was at his friends house. As such, he tried anything that the man cooked, and whether it tinkled his fancy or not, he ate every bite of it! Today, of course, was no different, and before long he leaned back in his chair, petting his stomach, "mmmm," he practically purred. "I dunno how you can eat that green acid ..." he muttered to his friend with a smirk before he pokes his friends gut, "Hope you got room, the main course and desert is left after all." He chuckled before he set his plate on his friends, stacking the dishes as his sister continued to glare daggers at them from across the table, he stacked them neatly and soon there came a loud thud. There was his father once again holding a massive platter with the dear legs and chest meat, completely cleaned, roasted, spiced, herbed and left just a little red in the center it was set down wit a clunk surrounded by roasted apples. "Eat up! No plates for his course jsut dig in!" Immediately Shisiko yanked a lg off happily munching! "Easily, if you think that's bad you should come over when my mom has a whim and decides to try to cook... There is a reason she is not a housewife... A very good one..." He assured, shivering a little in pure fear at some memory of terrible meals of the past. Thankfully, the man brought out more food and all of such thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. He bowed his head a little, thanked the man once more, and grabbed a roasted apple, which he began to munch on happily, feeling like he may as well have been in heaven. He chuckled weakly,

Shisiko could understand that, one time he had come over to sleep over ... soon as h smelled her cooking he had pretended to be sick and just went to bed. He chuckled at the memory before he took another big mouthful happily as he sighed, "Dads food is the best ..." He mumbled and grinned watching the entire table, even his sister finally calming down and chatting with her Mother. Sure everyone had their differences ... but when it came down to it they were family, no matter what may happen. He was assured by this, and went back to his deer leg happily with a grin. "So ... when you gatta go back?" Then came the reply "Mmhm," Dane nodded a little in agreement as he finished the apple, setting the core aside, and the pulled apart a bit of the deer meat, which he began to feed to himself. He was contently eating when he heard his friend's question, and arched a brow, "who, me?" He paused a moment, thinking, "well, whenever I feel like it, I guess," he chuckled a bit, though it was quiet and sounded a bit forced as he poked some more food into his mouth. He swallowed it down before continuing, "I think dad will be home tomorrow of the next day, or the day after that, depending how the seas are," he murmured thoughtfully, "and mom works all day so it's not like she notices I'm gone, so... Whenever you kick me out," he said, giving a nod and a bit of a laugh. He grinned a bit and nodded, "So never. Cool!"

He finished his leg, grabbing several apples and hungrily munching them down as well as he blinked and considered what they should do. "After dinner spar then ...?" He asked curiously taking another bite of his apple hungrily, the things were too good for -his- own good. Hed get fat if he didn't get exercise after this. He chuckled a bit at the idea before looking to his friend curiously for his reply, wanting to get away from the obviously uncomfortable area. Dane chuckled as well, leaning back in the chair a little as he finished off the piece of meat that he had been eating, and the beast that was his stomach seemed more or less sated for the time being, "of course," he agreed, grinning a bit as well as he cast a slow glance around the table, before allowing his violet eyes to turn back to Shisiko, "I'll try not to go too hard on you," the blonde taunted, snickering a little to himself as he did so. Shisiko grinned softly at this, leaning down he meandered tword the huge door and nodded. "You better not hold back! Last time you did you got filled up with stinky egg remember?" He grinned and meandered forward, nether of theme ever won, they both had their strengths and these opposites is what made it o damn hard for ether of them to ever beat the other friend. As they exited the house and headed off tword the sparing ground he opening the thin frame built to keep out the snow and wind, but besides that it was only about ten degree's warmer in here then outside, his breath steaming he smirked. "Come on then!" then came the reply, "I wont hold back, sissyko~" Dane assured, intentionally messying up his friends name as he got to his feet.

He bowed a little to his parents, politely thanking them for the meal before stalking after his younger friend. "How could I forget? I smelled bad for like three days," he murmured, shuddering a little at the thought. Once more he stuffed his hands in his pockets and trailed after the other boy. He walked along, following him to the sparing grounds and doing a bit of a stretch as they entered, his friend immediately shot him a challenge and he snorted a bit through his nose, "ladies first!" He gave his friend a dirty look at that, before he sighed and tugged out his pistol and opening the bag at his side that held all those nasty goodies. "Alright! Fine ... since the lady is to slow to go I'll lay out a red carpet for her!" He grinned and tossed seven small pebbles into the air ... fireworks going off, literally, sparks and explosions filling the air with blinding flashes as Shisiko shot a slim white bullet that on-impact would explode into nothing but a gooe sticky rubber like foam that would expand rapidly and cover an area of ten feet radius. Dane rolled his eyes a bit as his come back was thrown back at him, mumbling a little something to himself and eying his friend and his little bag of tricks attentively. He watched the explosions with intrigue, his oddly colored eyes dancing a bit as the white bullet shot at him. He managed to dodge it at the last second, and looked somewhat smugly at his friend as the bullet hit the wall behind him. "That all you got?" He wondered, snickering a bit. He went to move only to find that some sort of weird white stuff was clinging to his feet like a huge wad of chewing gum. "Grooossss..." He muttered, trying to pull himself free. He smirked, "You underestimated me again bro ..." As he watched his friend struggle he tossed about ten small marbles along the ground .. which did nothing it appeared.

Before he threw down two smoke bombs ... thick black smoke filling the air as he strapped a mast to his nose and mouth ... it smelled like rotten eggs. He then smoothly disappeared into the black smoke as he aimed, the sound of two gunshots wrang out, two large round bullets of .. who knows what flew at his friend from his right side. "Yeah, yeah," Dane muttered, still struggling with the goo. He watched as his friend threw down some marble looking things and then some smoke bombs. "Psh," he muttered, and without hesitation dropped his pants and kicked out of his shoes (both which the sticky substance had claimed). Standing in his boxers and shirt, he grit his teeth a bit, hearing the gunshots - not that he could see a damn thing - and promptly did the only thing he could think to do, which was to tuck and roll across the ground, and hope for the best! The bullets whizzed past, slamming into the wall behind his friend, but the other one slammed into his shoulder. The result was a crash and no pain ... instead there was a massive wave of basically fiery hot sauce that coated his face, mouth, nose, chin, and upper-body on his right side. However,t eh problem really was that when Dane rolled to avoid, he was caught on the marbles, which indeed where about marbles, sending him flying along the ground and likely faceplanting into the nearby wall, adding insult to injury, he heard the distinct sound of tinkling of metal on metal, but it was impossible to tell what. Thankfully, Dane had sense enough to close his eyes as he plowed across the ground and was hit with the burning sauce. Some of it got into his mouth, and he managed to let out an 'ugh' sound before slipping across the marbles, which was painful on his bare feet and torso. He smashed face first into one of the thin walls and feared her might cause the shack to collapse from the force, as it rattled, but it seemed to be sturdy enough. He growled audibly, like an animal, glaring around as he slowly picked himself up slight and heard the sound.

With this, he picked up a couple of the nearby marbles and hurled them full force into the smokescreen. There was the sound of thunking and an 'OW!" from the smokes, and a curse before the sound of hissing filled the air, and more metal tinkling was heard. "... then came the taunting. "OVER HERE IDIOT!" He called loudly with a grin before he hit a button on his wristband, there was a click ... before suddenly each marble around his friend exploded, ending chunks of dull metal flying at him at high speeds, it wouldn't cut him, but damn would it hurt like hell. Dane snickered at his friend's sound of pain, but it faded as he could hear the hissing and Shisiko started taunting him. He glared after the younger boy, wondering what was going on, as the marble around him rattled a moment before exploding him and pelting him with pieces of hard marble. He made a face and released several groans of pain as the pieces rained on his bare skin. "That's it. I'm comign in there!" He hollered, and sure enough, stood to his full height and made a dart to enter the more concentrated areas of the smoke screen. There was a sound very similar to 'Fuck!' from the clouds of smoke before he scampered away, but not before Dane found out what the tinkling of metal had been. About fifty razor sharp caltrops that he had just bullrushd into, thats what it was sadly. "HAH! Eat that Muscle head!!" He called as he fled with all speed flailing through the smoke, dropping something boxlike to the ground as he fled, this box then burst into a flash of blinding bright light that flooded the entire building, enhanced by the smoke particles making it ten times brighter ... attempting to blind his friend for a few minutes as the light faded he fired five rotten eggs at the sounds of his pain from the caltrops!

"GOD DAMNIT SHISIKO THAT'S NOT FAIRPLAY I'M BAREFOOT! ARGGGHHH!" The blonde groaned, and he could be heard hopping about wildly, trying to leap over the spikey balls of death that were stabbing his feet apart. He flailed a bit, trying to get his balance, his eyes twitched as he lost the fight with gravity ad fell flat on his ass. There was a moment of silence, then a deafening holler just as the eggs pelted at his torso and the blinding lights lit up suddenly. The eggs dripped off of his face and he growled, eyes scrunched closed as he finally got clear of the caltrops. "Choke and die," he mumbled," stumbling around in what looked like darkness to him - which of course were his eyes adjust to the sudden flash. Shisiko however found the entire ordeal ungodly amusing, he knew his friend wasn't severely injured but just hurt, so it was fine .. this tended to happen alot after all. He swiftly fired five sots repeatedly, these were chilli pepper shots that on-impact would give a nasty bruise, but also coat his friend in chili pepper, causing sneezing and watery eyes that were already blinded, on top of sticking to the stinking rotten eggs. After this he swiftly tossed down about twenty more marbles and ran along the edge muttering to himself, he was running out of non-lethal amo ... this was always how it worked, he ran outa amo and his friend ran out of energy. Generally at the same time, he sighed .. he had a bit left though.

Dane growled deep in his throat as his torso was again pelted with something, leaving light bruises that would no doubt darken later in the day. "Chilli powder... I hate chili powder," he muttered, trying to pinch his nose before it managed to enter, but naturally he was too slow and he sneezed three times in a row before managing to open his eyes a bit to peer around. They watered a bit but he was too pissed off to care. He exhaled through his mouth, wiping the chili powder and hout sauce from his lips as he stepped forwards, panting softly and walking awkwardly considering the bottom of his feet were bleeding and aching terribly. He trudged forwards, his foot touching something cold - another marble. He kept his tattered feet on the ground, shuffling along with lifting them, he bore the pain to prevent himself from stepping on any of the marbles, his teeth grit hard and his fist clenched at his side. "I'm coming for youuu." He announced, wrinkling his nose as the awful smells, "and I'm going to rub all of this over you when I catch you... My... Friend,"he put particular emphasis on this word. He grinned a bit weakly, "But I can remove it unlike you!" He chuckled and there was the sound of five shots, before five bird bullets scattered across his friends torso and arms, leaving small nicks and larger bruising once again. He then shot another rotten egg, this time thought he waited till his friends eyes opened, seeing through holes in the smoke, before firing the rotten egg INTO his mouth with a smirk. "Here, have a nice GREEN OMELET!!"

"Agh, damn it, why do I even -" He had been complaining about being pelted with more painful objects, when suddenly something filled his mouth, hitting his tongue somewhat painfully before leaking it's scrambled contents into his mouth and throat. He threw his head forwards, sticking out his tongue, couching, sputtering and gagging as he spit out the putrid egg. He felt an overwhelming desire to throw his guts up, but merely held his head as he doubled over, spitting until he could not longer spit, he rose his shirt, quickly scanning for a spot covered only in hot sauce, and licked furiously at it, obviously trying to kill his tastebuds. When his tongue was burning so much that he couldn't stand the hot sauce anymore, he rose his head, groaned, and spun about to face the door, "I'm kicking myself out," he announced in a very strange accent since he was trying not to breathe through his mouth and his tongue was hanging out. He blinked, and opened his mist dial, quickly sucking up all of the smells, smoke, and other nasty stuff from the field, revealing himself with a few bruises from the marbles thrown, but other then that he was fine watching his friend shuffle along. "You never give up! the hell is this ...?" He said with a blink, dropping a dial in front of him, basically dumbstruck ... amusing he was about four feet away from his friend, damn was karma a bitch.

"This? What is this?" Dane asked, his voice angry as he turned to face Shisiko, and truly his face mirrored anger. At least, for the first few seconds. When a grin started to break out he lunged forwards, attempting to put his friend in a head lock and give him a nugie, "this is what you get for using dirty tricks. I play my own," he announced. Soon as he saw the grin, so did He grin as well. Pointing at the dial as his friend lunged at him. "Im not an idiot Dane .." he winked, and suddenly all of the smoke, smells, and pepper blasted out of it into his friends face like a lazer of smoke and spice things from hell. Taking advantage he leapt up and sat on his friend shoulders with a grin. "Its a tie. Again." He pronounced with a grin. Dane scrunched his violet eyes at the outpour of grossness that his friend unleashed upon him. For a second time. Then on top of that the younger boy leaped onto his back, causing him to stumble about for a few moments, blinded and annoyed, before finally regaining his balance and grasping onto his friends legs as though contemplating giving him a toss, "you say that, but I'm the one that always takes a beating. You just chicken out when you run out of stuff," he grumbled, making his way, somewhat unsteadily towards the door as he wished to escape from the enclosed space, "do tell me why we're friends again. I'd love to hear the reason I put up with this..."

He grinned wide, "Because I save your ass as much as you save mine." He chuckled and tugged out a water dial, sticking it above them both and turning it on as suddenly the spices, pepper, chili, hot sauce, and rotten eggs and tiny bits of blood were sucked up strait into it, leaving them a bit beaten with a slight odor but over all perfectly clean and he tucked it away. "And because even when I do the damage I got your back." He grinned wide and chuckled as they made their way tword the house once again. "That's very reassuring," Dane remarked, voice laced with sarcasm as he carried his younger friend along. He blinked a bit, suddenly wondering why he was doing the carrying, trodding along barefoot in the snow, with no pants, leaving a bit of a bloodied trail as he walked. He exhaled a bit, shaking his head some, "you're a pain," he murmured, sighing deeply. He grinned a bit, ''I'll get mom to heal your feet and bruises and i'll keep mine as a reward." He said and gave a soft laugh of his normal Shishishishishi. As they amde their way up he would give a soft chuckle while they got ready for bed and the like, having no idea of the horrors those two boys would soon be going through that night, and the hell that was about to be unleashed in their home.

"How kind of you. You should count your lucky stars I don't pummel you one," he taunted, then fell silent as they got ready for bed - as he truly was tired. The blonde haired boy yawned a bit to himself, rubbing a bit at his eyes and exhaling. He grinned wide and crossed his arms over his chest yawning slowly as well, "Hehe ... maybe someday you will." He smirked before they entered the house, he held up his word and indeed got is mother to treat his friends legs and feet, before they both lay down in his room. He set up his usual booby traps and locks at the windows and doors, taught long ago to tell noone but his father about them though his parents would never tell him why. He then lay down and stretched, falling asleep quickly with a grin at his friend. "Night Bro." "Someday soon," Dane assured, raking his fingers through his choppy blonde hair, he exhaled in relief as the woman mended his feet and legs, thanking her and inwardly deciding that he would like to be a doctor. When it finally came time to sleep, he flopped down heavily onto his resting place, used to Shishiko's strange rituals, "g'night," he murmured sleepily, easily dozing off as well.

He chuckled, eyes closing as well slowly. The problem was ... not an hour later the horrors had begun ... He awoke in a cold sweat for no reason he could tell, all lights were off, and the house was cold ... which was odd, his father always kept the thee fireplaces stocked tot eh fullest so the hot pipes radiated it through the house that Shisiko himself has invented. He frowned, something felt weird, so he slowly rose up and looked around and stared, the front doors first trap was triggered, as was apparent by the wave of knives that were imbedded in the side of the door that was opposite to the trap, that only triggered if someone tried to kick the door down ... his gut clenched and he reached up yanking on Danes foot. "Wake up Dane!" He whispered urgently. Dane, as he always did, more or less slept like a log, completely oblivious to his friend having woken up until he felt someone at his foot. He subconsciously kicked at the hand that was yanking on him, but his violet eyes opened, hearing the tone of his friend's voice. "Mm?" He quietly asked, raising himself to his elbows, he peered around the dark room, eying the knives that were sticking through the door. He blinked slowly, diverting his gaze to Shisiko, "the hell is going on?" the boy asked, brow furrowed and voice somewhat husky as he was still not completely awake. He frowned, "I dnno but someone tried to get in, and none of the heaters are running that I made!" He muttered and hopped up, grabbing his pistol and belt he easily disarmed the traps before he slowly opened the door and eyed the hallway ... waiting for his friend to wake and follow him before he grasped the gun tighter and nodded to him heading down the hallway slowly. As they neared the staircase, the sounds of steel on steel where heard, as well as a steady dripping noise, his eyes narrowed and he didn't think, for once in his life he wants to act on instinct, he rushed down the stairs and landed in the living room, and fell to his knee's.

There lay his mother, holding her cane in one hand and her claymore in the other, laying on her back smiling sadly ... missing the lower half of her body, he stared in what could only be called refusal to believe. His eyes rose up, to see his father wielding his massive axe ... fighting a woman in red with a long blood coated katana. ".. This is a dream." The young boy murmured softly, "A dream right ... I just need to wake up ..." Dane narrowed his eyes a bit at the revelation, clambering to his feet and stalking quietly after his friend, swallowing a hard lump in his throat, he had to wonder if it was wise to disarm the traps and leave the safety of the room. Nevertheless, he followed after his friend, treading softly. His barefeet barely left the floor as they moved fowards, edging towards the stairs. As Shisiko burst down them, he hurriedly followed, his heart beating in his chest as he went. His breath caught in his throat when he spied the severed woman upon the floor, smiling sadly. He couldn't draw his eyes away from the horror, until he heard the sounds of the fight, and promptly turned his gaze to see the man fighting a woman. Dane could hear his friend mumbling, and blindly reached out to grasp at his shoulder, which he squeezed slightly, "not... a dream..." Was all he managed to utter, slowly tearing his eyes away, he stared at the younger boy for a moment, eyes wide, "it's not a dream," he repeated, shaking his head slightly, "we should... what... should we do?" ...

He stared at his mother, all he could think of was all she had done ... all he hadn't done for her ... he knew people say you never knew what you had till it was gone but ... it felt like his heart was being stabbed, over and over twisting inside it, slowly tears slid down his face. He wanted to curl up and die ... but then ... he heard his friend ... what should they do ...? ... what was he talking about ... his mom was dead ... then his eyes found him, his fathers rage filled face was crying ... he wasn't the only one that had suffered. "Damn it ..." He murmured, if his dad could keep going and save them ... he couldn't leave them be! "... We help my dad so I don't loose both my parents dammit!" He murmured, tears of fear and rage flowing down his face as he suddenly fired six of his bullets at the woman, who shocked leapt backwards and looked at him as she looked at the nick along her arm ... that was rapidly freezing over. She winced and cried in pain as his fathers fist collided with his ... SISTERS FACE?!? "Dad!! WAIT THAT'S SIS!!" He cried out.

Dane nodded his head somewhat deftly to Shisiko's words, which was what he expected anyways. He cleared his throat a bit, about to move down the rest of the stairs when his friend fired and he somewhat instinctively flinched, his stomach churning a bit as the man struggled for power with the female, and seemed to gain the upper hand with the aid of Shisiko. Dane felt helpless, he didn't have any form of weapon or any means of being useful. His eyes fell to the claymore, and he gingerly lowered himself alongside the severed woman, cringing a bit as he freed the claymore from her cooling hand, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed as he grasped at the handle and slowly began to lift it - wondering how the woman could lift it with one hand. This slipped from his mind as the woman was revealed to be Shisiko's own sister! "The hell?" Was all he managed to ask, his brows furrowed as he looked between the three remaining members of the family. His did didn't hesitate, teh ace fell and she went flying into the living room through several walls, tears continue dto fall from his face. "I KNOW THAT!! ... I know ... that ... He rmind snapped ... like ... we knew it would and your mother ..." His hand shook and his eyes turned cold, "I Dont care if she is my daughter! For what she has done she will die! She isnt your sister anymore Son! If you cant process that anymore ... then leave now and run!"

He then charged into the room after his sister where the sounds of steel on steel came again, he stared in shock ... truly unsure what to do now as his gun lowered slowly. He couldn't shoot his sistere?! What the hell was going through his fathers mind! Mom was dead they had to go find th real killer!! Dane fidgeted, both hands still limply gripping onto the claymore. He watched as the woman was pitched through the walls, and the words slowly sank in on him. Naturally, he believed what the man was saying, but his friend did not appear so sure. For a few moments he could not find any words, and so he looked to Shisiko and noticed that the younger boy was faltering. It was fairly obvious what was going through his mind. "Her sword was covered in blood," Dane murmured, diverting his gaze away from his friend for a moment as he swallowed, "if even I'm smart enough to put two and two together, then... You should be able to, too," the blonde murmured, his tone soft and sad as he exhaled raggedly, "she... You... Is it so surprising to you that she'd go of the deep end?" He asked, voice faltering a little as he spoke, "when we would bug her... She was always serious... she wasn't playing, even I could see that in her eyes..." He murmured, hanging his head a bit, he grit his teeth and gripped the claymore more tightly in his sweaty palms. His eyes slowly focused on Dane, "... Dane ... shes my -Sister- ... Moms dead ... I only have her and Dad!!" He shook his head and fell to hi s knee's, the logical half of his brain already knew of course ... it had known it had seen the blood and analyzed the way the wound on his mother, the mark on the bone and the arch of the cut itself.

But the logical side couldn't connect to him right now, a six foot wall of emotional crap was between him and it ... his hands placed on his had, half of him screamed to go and blow his sisters brains out and save his dad, the other half said that his sister was innocent and that he had to go restrain his dad and save his sister! It hurt, it felt like his heart and mind would snap ... for once in his life, he was confused, and it hurt. "Make it stop ..." He whimpered falling down to his forehead and knees pulling at his hair. "I don't know what to do ... I don't know what to do ... It hurts ..." Dane cringed a bit at Shisiko's words. It was true, that much was certain, but it was hardly a good defense with such a battle going on just rooms away. He went to his friends side, dragging the claymore with him. His younger friend soon fell to the ground, grasping at his head and whimpering for someone to stop the pain. He faltered a bit, but rest a hand gently on top of Shisiko's head, ruffling his hair gently as her cleared his throat, "I don't really know," he admitted, "but the choices seemed limited to helping your father take care of your crazy sister, or helping your crazy sister take on your father, but... She seems to want to kill him... And you. The only other option is to run, and I think you would really regret that, so... the only real question is, would you rather have a crazy sister that wants to kill you, or the father that's trying to protect you?"

He still pet gently at Shisiko's hair as he spoke, "It's not an easy decision to make, but, right now, that's all you got, so... Sit up and tell your big brother whom you want him to help. You don't have to do anything if you don't want to, I'll do it for you," he assured, sounding certain - but her certainly didn't feel it, as both his heart and mind were racing and his body was filled with fear. He clutched at his head, trying to get his advanced mind to work ... he just needed something, anything ... please just something to make his mind work again. Slowly, his gaze rose, and his grip tightened on his gun as he shakily aimed it at his sisters face ... who was standing suddenly in front of them, the thump of a body hitting the floor in the other room. "... I want my big brother to run ..." he murmured quietly, smiling up sadly at Dane, before suddenly kicking him int eh gut to send him by the window, and throwing a odd ball at him, which exploded into a massive white foam sending his brother flying out of the window into the snows outside ... but with the blizzard ending it was far safer then in here. He slowly looked at his older sister and simply asked, "Why ...?" ... But the only answer the young boy got, was a insane giggle, and a slash of a sword. From outside Dane saw her leap from the house and dash off into the darkness ... and right after the bloodcurdling scream of his adoptive brother in absolute agony. He had saved Dane from the pain thanks to his sisters insanity ... but not himself.

"That wasn't an option," Dane managed to mumble with a frown, but it was the only thing her could manage to say, as a kick soon met his stomach, that had him doubled over and leaning against a window. His eyes were wide, and he was clearly confused as he was thrown back even further by the odd ball, cast out the window with some weird mass of white foam. His bare back hit the cold snow and he grunted softly, still not entirely certain what had just happened. Before he could even sit up or react in any way, he heard the screaming, which was obviously Shisiko's as he watched the female run away. He kicked and flailed desperately at the foam, which was slippery combined with the ice and snow he was laying on, before scrabling to the broken window that he had been thrown out of and climbing in once more, bare feet stepping across the glass but he did not seem to notice this as he blurted out the other boy's name. Shisiko lay where he had been before ... half of the doorway was frozen over by his ice bullet having missed his sister, the hand still held the gun ... the arm still held the hand ... but the problem was that the arm was no longer connected to the boy, laying off by the dead fireplace the boy lay where he had been, clutching at the stump on his shoulder his arm had originally been at. His right eye completely sliced in half, just as his right arm was gone, apparently in one smooth strike from his sister, he was shivering and going into shock from blood loss, weakly he looked at his brother and grinned weakly. "S-Sorry ... Dane ... couldn't ... let her take you from me ... too ..." He mumbled ... weakly, he pointed at the medical box at the wall, about to tell him what to do ... when his arm dropped, he had never been one of pain, even crying over some bruising, there's no way he could stay Conscious from this, Dane knew were the equipment was, all that Shisiko could hope for was that Dane had basic medical knowledge from his mother patching them both up so much.

Dane rushed to his friend's side, faltering as he was about to crouch, the damage that had been done slowly set in. The younger boy now had only one hand, and on top of that one eyes as well. He felt sick once more, the house stunk of blood and despair. "Shisiko... You idiot," he mumbled somewhat feebly, he looked as the boy gestured to a first aid kit on the wall, but soon lost consciousness. He hurried over to the kit, yanking it down and knocking down several things in the process. The blond brought himself to his knees, practically ripping open the first aid kit as his shaking hands fumbled as he began to mend his friend, "whatever I do wont be enough..." he murmured, frowning deeply, "I'll have to... Carry him to town..." He nodded quickly to this, and set about his work, his gaze occasionally slipping to the severed arm as he could not help but wonder if it could be saved. After several minutes of rapid work, Dane managed to at the least stop the bleeding, wrapping him at the stump and around his head, slowly his eyes flickered open but no one was really home, he mumbled another apology before slowly slipping into unconsciousness. The arm itself looked fairly alive still ... but how long it would last was known, the eye was definitely gone forever. Slowly he woke up long enough to tell Dane to wrap the arm in snow, and then once again passed out ... it didn't appear that He would be much for conversation on the trip to town. Slowly, as they made their way there the blizzard had ended up the snow was deep.

It took them nearly an hours and it almost killed them both ... but thanks to Danes determination they made it to town, where a guard in shock but redesigned the boys allowed them in and rushed them both tot he hospital. Dane seemed relieved as Shisiko responded, even if it was only for a moment or so, and he obeyed the boy's words without question, he packed the arm in some snow and wrapped a cloth around it, all while trying not to be completely disgusted and disturbed. He hurried to do this, and without a second thought hoisted Shishiko onto his back, tucked the boys severed arm under his own, and took off outside without bothering to get dressed or fuss trying to find a pair of shoes. His adrenaline was pumping, and there was nothing on his mind but getting his little brother to a proper doctor. Through the grace of some god, or luck, he managed to carry the younger boy all the way to town, where he more or less collapsed when Shisiko was passed into able hands. It took hours of surgery ... they easily took care of Dane, getting him warmed and fed, inches from frostbite but saved just in time. Sadly however Shisiko was not so lucky ... it took hours of surgery, and even then the arm couldn't be saved as it didn't have the proper treatments available or the technology. His eye and arm were screwed, and his arm had to be sealed by extreme heat ... finally after nearly a day of solid surgery and doctors switching out the boys life was saved, barely. He was left to rest, the arm was cremated and his ruined eyeball at been removed, he was as good as he would every get now ... a Doctor came and told Dane that he'd likely have to stay at home for the rest of his life, and even now his life was in danger. Only a miracle would make Shisko ever live a normal life after this incident. That or somehow gaining fake limbs, a cruel nurse joked and quickly fled as the Doctor said sadly that was impossible, giving Dane some food and telling him eh could go in now before leaving the boys at peace.

Dane had waited quietly, restlessly, all while Shisiko was being mended to the best of their ability. He barely slept or ate, for the simple fact that he was too worried for his adoptive little brother (and when he did fall asleep he had nightmares). Gently, he rocked himself as a doctor finally approached him, telling him that they could do nothing more for him. He had lost his arm, his eye, and his life was merely lingering by a thread. Was that all these so called doctors could do?! He couldn't help but feel angry at them, particularly at the nurse, whom he nearly wung the food at. He said nothing, merely nodded his head and rose, carrying the food with him as he timidly made his way to the open door, letting himself in and spying the boy in the bed, he quietly approached, clearing his throat to announce his presence, he made his way to a nearby chair, which he pulled closer to the bed, still feeling terribly bitter and like they should have been able to do more. Not having the proper technology or equipment just sounded like weak excuses to him. He smiled weakly as his brother entered the room, "Heh ... Hey Dane ..." He murmured, laying weakly in the bed with an IV hooked up to him bandaged up like a mummy, before his gaze rested on him and he weakly smirked. "Im pretty screwed according to them ..." He said rather depressed, before he lifted his good hand. "... Its kinda funny. My body is telling me I just raised both my arms ... but my mind is saying Its there I just cant see it because Im missing an eye." His face softened a bit into a sad frown. "... How bad am I ... and be honest Dane ..." He murmured turning his head to look at his brother, "The Doctor lied to me. He said I was bad off but I should be ok ... but I could tell on his face he didn't believe that." Slowly his hand grabbed the stump and he winced. "... I Need to know ..." He said desperately ... was he panicking? ... Or was that mind of his thinking on something else?

Dane was glad to see that Shisiko was awake and more or less alert, though even his voice made him sound weak. He set the food down on a bedside stand for the moment, frowning at the younger boy's words. He cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly, rubbing at the back of his neck, "that's what they're saying, but, what do they know..." He murmured, shaking his head a bit. He listened as the boy spoke nodding softly, sadly. As he asked how he looked, Dane cracked a weak smile, "just as ugly as you were before," he gently teased, but it faded a few moments later, "he told me the truth... Said you'd probably be at home for the rest of you life, but... I don't believe that," he said, and he sounded certain of himself, "even if these doctors can't do anything for you, and can't even give you a new arm or make you better, I think that there's someone out there in the world who can. I dunno who yet, but..." His voice trailed off, and he licked his lips gently, "I'm going to become a doctor, so you might have to wait a while, but if you're not better by then than I will definitely make you better," he assured, then soon moved the food to rest in Shisiko's lap, "for now, eat, you need the strength." He concluded, nodding his head softly.

He made no argument to food, he knew he was right. He didn't want to stop though, if he stopped he would think about what had happened ... he didn't want to. He knew he would end up balling his head off. Slowly he began to shovel food in, his left hand not working so well but he got it done. Finally, he blinked at something they said. "... A new arm." He murmured, and then a light bulb wen toff, "Dane! Get me a pencil and a sketpad please!" he said eagerly, "oh, and a book about human anatomy!" He smiled huge, the first real smile since last night as he had that look in his eye he got when he had a brilliant idea, like his ice bullets and the like. Slowly he placed a hand on the stump and grinned wide, eyes glinting Could eh do it ...? Could he actually make a new arm and eye? He knew how to make basic robotics ... if eh could combine that with electrical fuel and then his own robotic designed with anatomy knowledge ... he could do it, he had to! Dane looked on intently as his friend ate, watching him carefully to make sure he didn't go and dump his food out a window again or anything like that. He seemed to perk up a bit, asking for a pencil and a skethpad. The blonde opened a drawer in the bedside table where he found one of each and promptly handed it off to his friend, looking curious as he did so.

"Here," he murmured, then leaned in his chair. At the request for a book, he rose, leaving the room for a few minutes, he returned with a book containing details about human anatomy, which he also gently laid in his friend's lap, before planking down in the chair once more, "why did you want it?" He asked, blinking. He grinned at his friend, leaning down he set the food tray down and frowned. .. he wasn't used to drawing with his left, but he would manage. Quickly his hand drove through it all, and began to tug it along rapidly, as the man skimmed through it he then grinned and the boy lifted it, showing Dane the pictures sketch ... an arm covered in different metal plates, wires, and such. He offered him the page of the anatomy book on arms ... and showed him the similarity smiling brightly. "... If I cant get a new arm, then I'll make one!!" He said eagerly with a smile. Dane waited patiently and quietly as his friend sketched and doodled away. The blonde fidgeted a little in his chair, his violet eyes dancing as he waited, rocking himself gently to pass the time. When he held up the paper, Dane tilted his head a little, "oooh," he murmured, then nodded his head some, "that sounds like a good idea," he agreed, smiling gently, glad to see the other boy smile. He grinned, it was decided ... He would do it. Sadly however … came the day when gang green set in, in that time and that day and age he had little chance for such severe wounds. Shi died that night, at the age of about eleven, he was soon found by a shinigami and finally sent on his first real journey he’d ever have. He was sent to Soul Society, and his soul was born anew.[/spoiler]

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