Mental Breakdown (Private/fb)

A sort of raspy pant fell from Kyou's lips. His throat burnt, his eyes watered. Every inhale raged against his throat like a fire. He coughed and hacked, feeling like something was stuck, but there was nothing there. His nails dug at the skin of his neck, attempting to tear his very throat from his being. His body twitched and spasmed, rockets of pain jetting through his spine to every other part of his body. Sweat ran down his body, his other hand moving to tear at his shirt, trying desperately to find relief from the sweltering feeling. Zeke flapped wildly and gave a sympathetic look, but the bird turned away. There was nothing more he do and staying here risked the bird's health. Knowing this it rose and flew away.

Kyou couldn't notice. His hand had yanked off the scarf around his neck, throwing it to the ground as he leaned more against the tree. A moment he stopped, simply resting his head on forearm of his right arm while his left held his throat. A few rough cops fell from his lips, a small dribble of blood beginning to stream from them to his chin. He winced. Everything ached on his body; intense pain. Shakily, he tried to stand, only to feel light headed and to go back to the tree.

It was an ominous night. A crescent of a moon above his head with stars hidden by the clouds. Somewhere an animal howled and snarled, but Kyou felt no fear. He was preoccupied. A groan came from deep in his chest, the burning continuing. He wished it would end, his mind beginning to shut down to pure instincts. Something wasn't right in his head anymore. A wave of rage fought everything that he was for. Mentally he had crashed as his body was ripping itself apart only to remake itself at the bid of somethingelse. Voices whispering as if he were schizophrenic.

Saze walked slowly towards the man trying to gouge his throat out. She laughed softly and kneeled down a few feet away from him. Her right hand started to caress his face and neck. Her mouth opened and closed while her voice box vibrated spewing words from it. Her eyes golden and trained on him so she would see how he was.

"It will all be over soon my dear. The voice will consume you, and then, it will make you a whole new person!!"

She sort of yelled the last part. Her eyes still watching everything he was doing. Her right knee bent down and her left was resting so that she was kneeling. It was all happening so fast to her, the village was now her target. She wanted to take it, and she wanted to take it badly. She felt like the voice wanted a home, and it was going to be hers. Weather anyone wanted to stop it or not...

Kyou shivered as the woman's hand felt like subzero on his skin. She caressed his cheek like a mother to their child. His eyes half closed, stared at the tree with only blurred vision. His hands still ripped at his own throat. The pain.. he wanted it to go away.. all of it.. Her words gave him no comfort, he didn't want this. Did he? Brain still malfunctioning he closed his eyes and gave another hoarse swallow. It felt like hours of torture to the man, constantly feeling another wave affecting him. It was swallowing him whole.

"I.. it hurts.." He groaned before collapsing completely into the tree, resting his shoulder on it as he slid down. His breath was nothing but raspy gasps of air like a fish out of water. Arms tensed, his hands clenched fistfuls of dirt as he released a sort of sob, another dribble of crimson coming down his lip. It was tearing him apart from the inside out and yet, it didn't kill him. However it was little by little and so torturous.

An arm moved from the grass to his chest, grasping a handful of his top and pulling some more. The threads pulling apart some. A soft ripping sound resounded as he looked up at her through half closed eyes. Rage flowed through him a moment, a wave of him not being in the right state of mind. How could she just watch him go through this? Was he just a toy? It didn't seem to bother him too much at first but the anger grew as he knew she was what did this to him. Yet oddly enough, he felt like he wanted more, like a sick addict. His eyes stared at her a moment, unknown intent in his eyes as nothing made sense. The heat driving him to a strange, alternate personality. He was silent; analyzing and simply in a way waiting.

The girl stood there, watching the man as she gazed at his, fortune? well it was misfortune to him but hell, it was happy times for her. She stepped forward a bit and watched as he made his moves, aiming to clasp at his throat and the ground, then his shirt. The girl simply watched, nothing more and nothing less.

Her golden optics trained on his eyes, not noticing the growing ill intent deep with in them. Perhaps it was time he did something? Well, perhaps. She simply kept her eyes watching on his every move...what was he planning?

It seemed the raging cells through Kyou's body made him almost go insane. Maybe it melted his brain. Whatever the case, he wasn't himself. His eyes seeming to flicker an unknown color. He needed a release, something to rid him of the awful passion burning inside of him. The awkward fire that ran through his pulsing veins. What was it that made him feel like this? It was a sickness. He fought for control, but sadly the battle was for none. Soon he fell to his own insanity.

Panting he stood to his feet and approached the girl at a sort of hurried speed. His body came close to hers. His arms reached out grabbing hers, and pushing her back, he'd pin her to a tree. His body rising and lowering to the staggered and shakiness of his breathing. He closed his eyes a temporary wave of regret throwing through him but only to be once more silenced. A sort of dark glow in his eyes as it had been, locking on hers before they seemed to focus elsewhere.

His chest pressed to hers, pinning her as his hands moved to her body, slowly following each curve of her body. His hands working as their usual rough selves, lighter than sand paper. His lips moved to press hers hard and rough, almost sharing his pain and discomfort with her. He wanted to feel complete and until the infection was done he wouldn't, however his brain didn't work, he was n a sense an animal at this point. Everything being taken out on the woman.