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The Dungeon
Neko sat in a cell, alone. It was dark and damp and cold. There was nothing in the cell with her, no pallet or bathroom or a blanket. Not even straw. She shivered in the cold as the insane cries of the other prisoners sounded the halls. Trapped for centuries down here, the guards, the only source of normalcy on the other side of the large metal doors. She sighed as her head hurt. She sat in a dark and cold corner, alone and with nothing. Well, unless the green moss and lichen counted. Her head was hung, blood matting her hair. She looked...... Broken. And she was. As punishment for her absconding from her duties the King had decided that she would spend the time she was away in the prison, which was a few centuries. Around her neck was also a black collar, a bell around her tail and her ears...... They had cut her ears off......
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In the end...Yoshirou decided to look for the stupid reaper. Because he had nothing better to do and he didn't want to hold on to her flaming credit card any longer than he had to. It wasn't that he wandered around aimlessly, but rather, he figured out where she could possibly be based on the Kings current moods. Which were, like always arrogant - in terms of Ciel - and indifferent - in terms of Sebatian - and depending on the severity of Neko's sin, would depend on the severity of the punishment. He figured. It must be the dungeon...probably. Strolling in, he called out, "oi, stupid reaper, you here somewhere?"
In the end...Yoshirou decided to look for the stupid reaper. Because he had nothing better to do and he didn't want to hold on to her flaming credit card any longer than he had to. It wasn't that he wandered around aimlessly, but rather, he figured out where she could possibly be based on the Kings current moods. Which were, like always arrogant - in terms of Ciel - and indifferent - in terms of Sebatian - and depending on the severity of Neko's sin, would depend on the severity of the punishment. He figured. It must be the dungeon...probably. Strolling in, he called out, "oi, stupid reaper, you here somewhere?"
Neko moved for the first time in a long while. Hearing a familiar and arrogant voice she cringed as she backed into her corner more, her whole body and face obscured by the darkness, her head hurting as she moved. She said nothing though, remaining silent and lost and broken. Small. She turned her head away from the doors of her cell and wrapped her arms around herself more tightly. She didn't want to be reminded of what an idiot she was or anything of the sort. Within moments she was lost within herself again and got a far away look in her now dull and faded golden eyes.
The guard laughed. "You mean the cat who got her ears cut off? Other there." He said jollily and jerked his head in the direction of a corridor. Neko sat in the last cell. It was the wettest and coldest. Another form of punishment. And of course everyone laughed and joked about her poor ears. The prisoners crying eerily. A Cat Reaper's ears were their pride and joy, some died from just living without them, like Neko seemingly was. It was also the cruellest form of torture to a cat reaper.
The guard laughed. "You mean the cat who got her ears cut off? Other there." He said jollily and jerked his head in the direction of a corridor. Neko sat in the last cell. It was the wettest and coldest. Another form of punishment. And of course everyone laughed and joked about her poor ears. The prisoners crying eerily. A Cat Reaper's ears were their pride and joy, some died from just living without them, like Neko seemingly was. It was also the cruellest form of torture to a cat reaper.
Yoshirou smiled coldly at the guard, and stopped to stand casually in front of him. "Do you find that funny?" He asked icily cold. It was as though the temperature had dropped ten degrees in the room and there was a chance of icicles forming from the ceiling and on the walls. He didn't know if a cat's reaper ears would go back, but he did know that she was probably crying over the fact. Well, when something was done, something was done. He was only here to get her out, return her card and leave. However, he didn't know if she really deserved that kind of punishment. A cat reaper's ears maybe their most precious body part, but Yoshirou knew of worse stories of the Kings punishment. Especially those coming from the King of Reapers, that arrogant kid.
The guard smiled coldly. "Yes it's funny. She's a cat with no ears. And she deserves worse for abandoning her duties. In fact me and the other's are going to petition that she be handed over to a whore house. Where she can be of some better use." And at that the guard and his colleagues laughed hysterically.
Another guard murmured, "Yeah that one guy likes kitties, also likes bruising em up and ruining em." Before laughing as well.
Another guard murmured, "Yeah that one guy likes kitties, also likes bruising em up and ruining em." Before laughing as well.
"Is that so?" Said Yoshirou fisting his hands. The room around the guards started shaking as the metal started groaning. He was creating a magnetic field, bending it and reshaping it to yank the metal out of the cells and slamming into the spaces next to the heads of every guard in the room. It was a warning to each and everyone of them who'd come close to dying. Yoshirou didn't tolerate rapists. "Now where's the Cat Reaper?"
The guards were all stunned into stillness. The other prisoners started running out of their cells, laughing insanely and starting to attack the guards. So they were attacked into moving. The guard talking with Yoshirou before running to help his fellows pointed down a hall. "The last cell!" He shouted. He would get the demon for this.
Neko was afraid, her cell bars breaking away didn't incite freedom but fear. She curled her arms above her head, wincing as her former ears hurt, the red in her hair matted and bright from where she had bled.
Neko was afraid, her cell bars breaking away didn't incite freedom but fear. She curled her arms above her head, wincing as her former ears hurt, the red in her hair matted and bright from where she had bled.
Yoshirou could have sworn they were all a bunch of idiots. He wondered which of the Royals assigned them here. Annoyed he stalked down to the last cell and peeked inside. "Oi, stupid Cat, are you in here?" He called, looking around in the darkness.
At that a small whimper escaped Neko's small but full lips. She didn't need to be reminded of what a fool she had been. She flinched away, only her shoulder visible. The bell on her tail twinkled and the black spiked collar on her neck shone though the spikes were inwards, sticking into her soft flesh. They had made a pet out of her. She hid her arms over her head, not wanting him to see her now ugly face. Since that is what she thought, what all Cat Reapers thought if they had no ears.
Yoshirou hearing the the bell on her tail looked at her. He sighed and kneeled down, his fingers reaching for the collar in which he invoked his abilities again, to remove it. Then he grabbed he said, "hey, we need to go." He held out a hand to her, ignoring the fact that she was hiding because she thought she was ugly. At that moment, he was more concerned about getting her out, and the fact that he'd made a nice big fat mess.
Neko again flinched away from him. Hiding and whimpering. She was needless to say really traumatized by everything. She gasped as Yoshirou removed the collar, a arm and hand coming from her head to her throat, touching and holding it gently as some of the spikes had pierced her skin already. Looking at him askew and in a glancing fashion her eyes seemed to be a dull ochre instead of a lustrous gold. She looked at his hand with suspicion and wariness. However after a moment she tentatively and hesitantly reached out her own dry bloodied hand and curled it about his, revealing she had small, soft and dainty hands compared to Yoshirou. "I don't think I can walk..." She whispered softly since she had been huddled up for more then twenty four hours like that in the corner.
"Yeah, I figured, lean on me," he sighed, resigned. Coming here, chasing after Neko, it was like what he never got to do for Tsuki. That time...he'd been too late. He'd found out too late. It was the only time he'd ever not known something before it had happened. Most of Yoshirou was relieved. Relieved because Neko's worst punishment was that and not anything harsher. It may be pretty bad punishment for a Cat Reaper, but for Yoshirou, it was minor.
He helped her up, and then making sure she was okay, led them slowly out the cell.
He helped her up, and then making sure she was okay, led them slowly out the cell.
Neko watched Yoshirou with eyes brimming with tears. He was being so nice to her. Heck if she had known this she would have gotten hurt sooner. No. Bad joke she thought. Standing she winched and groaned, closing her eyes as her body uncurled. Her hands tightening around Yoshirou's. She sighed as she opened her eyes again. She leaned against him heavily, her body stiff and cold from sitting in a small ball in a cold and damp cell. She was also tired and hungry. The insane cries keeping her awake and with only a stale meal a day it was no wonder. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the guards getting butchered by the insane prisoners.
Not doubt the Royals would want to talk to him after this...Yoshirou thought. Ignoring the prisoners, he wrapped an arm around Neko's waist and said, "can you walk?" She seemed so fragile, it was startling. To think she was so mischievous and annoying less than twenty-four hours before.
Neko didn't look at the bloodshed going on around her. With her cat ears gone she also didn't hear very well any more so everything was more or less muffled. She barely heard Yoshirou asking her something. Whatever it was she just shook her head in a no. Not that it mattered much seeing as a moment later her body sagged as she passed out.
"Crap," he muttered when Neko collapsed and he barely caught her in his arms. He sighed, this is why women were troublesome to him, because they required to be rescued and needed a helping hand all the time, and yet, he'd failed once to protect a woman, and that...was the one woman he ever cared about. Yoshirou bobbed over and picked Neko up in his arms.
Neko's easily lay in Yoshirou's arms. She was small and dainty. She seemingly instantly curled into his body. It also revealed something disturbing, her breathing was slightly fast and shallow, her heart a little bit too fast as her skin was feverish. The wounds from her ears being cut off was infected. She was pale and small looking.
Yoshirou looked closely at her, and then clenched his jaw. If he didn't get her treated soon, she would well...yeah. Tense and ridiculously uncomfortable being so close to her body, he walked her up the stairs and to the Infirmary. It seemed he liked going there...with the amount of times he'd been there in the last couple of days with two different girls. No wonder the nurse looked at him weird.
((You have the honour of posting in the Infirmary next ^.^))
((You have the honour of posting in the Infirmary next ^.^))

















"not all girls are talkative and what if this is like in those horror films where the dripping is the saliva from a large beasts tooth?" Starlight asked.









Just wish you never got stuck in...
In a maze of brick and mortar...
Because who knows...what happens down in the dungeons!