[It has been 48 hours, I'm gonna go ahead and call the hit.]
Osore Kinzoku after tensing to attack dashes forward blurring in his motions twisting the scythe blade around to face away from the boy before sweeping upward slamming the base of the steel rivets into the boy's left temple effectively knocking him unconscious.
Osore chuckles as his grin morphs into a satisfied smirk, he steps around the Academy students unconscious form his eyes trailing along before he impales his scythe into the ground next to him and he unclips the sai from his waist spinning them, he adjusts the boys hands with his feet spreading the hands on top of eachother above his head.
He trades both sai into his left hand casually his right hand gripping the unconscious students wrists and lifting him up so his feet hover above the ground his hands adjacent to the tree..His smirk widens as he draws his arm backwards and plunges the Sai painfully through both of his hands the other sai facing away as Osore pins the boy to the tree palm his palms painfully.
He chuckles his tongue sliding over his teeth in preparation for his sacrifice to his God. "Itadakimasu~" He says ominously as he leans forward the other Sai's tip being used to split the boys shirt down the middle before Osore retrieves his scythe with his free hand and with deadly precision makes a non-lethal incision down the center of the boys stomach avoiding the vitals..and revealing the muscle and tendons.
Flinging the scythe aside in a haste Osore lunges forward his knee's bending as if a lion preparing to devour his prey and his teeth dig into the sensitive muscles and tendon which are not immediately separated by Osore's teeth forcing him to tug and jerk his head backwards tearing into the flesh and ripping the loose skin and muscles with a sickening squelch and tear which leaves the student to begin bleeding, He savors the taste of the bloody meat with a groan of ecstasy before he lets it slide down his throat and let's out n almost husky breath against the open wound which would no doubt bring unbearable pain as his hands shoot forward gripping his sides before with a feral growl of hunger he lunges forward again his teeth biting against the skin and muscle of the open wound which reveal his organs the smell of his gastrointestinal tract making Osore gag slight but he does not falter...he's use to that smell which he'd prefer not be apart of his meals...
He tears the flesh and a bone cracks under the pressure of the Jashinists jaws followed by the sound of Osore's teeth scraping against it as he tears the flesh from the still living boy who is helpless before the Jashinists sick game.
He begins gnawing on the bloody flesh and tendons his teeth making sick squelch and wet tearing noises blood dribbling down the cannibalistic Jashinists chin and open mouth displaying the bloody half chewed human remains clenched between his jaws before he swallows again this time with some slight difficulty before he relaxes his throat muscles and allows it to slide into his stomach with a satisfied "Ah.." He breathes in through his nose and with his eyes widening in ferocity his right hand blurs forward and he slams his fist through the ribcage to grip the students liver the rough fabric of his jacket brushing against the raw open flesh and muscles the cool air and rough fabric piercing the split and torn nerve endings painfully before his fingernails grip the organ and he tears his arm back the organ ripping in half before he greedily stuffs the students liver in his mouth and begins chewing...
The process continues for a good hour before the boy finally bleeds out and dies from the Jashinists sick twisted meal, by the time it's ended the Jashinist takes deep shuddering breathes pieces of flesh stuck between his teeth and his clothes and face soaked in blood a dazed ecstacy taking over his body as his tongue runs along his blood covered fingers almost seductively his tongue curving and twisting along his fingertips his eyes showing a reflection of the orgasmic pleasure this act has caused him.
Letting out a deep husky breath one would expect from a satisfied lover he steps from his knee's and gathers his 'toys' and returning them to his holsters and then..he grabs his 'leftovers' and begins walking away....his grin returns..and he begins to skip.
[EXIT, Topic closed.
WC's; 963 = 4 Stats 9 JP, awaiting approval.]