[center][color=Gray][h1]Itsuki[/h1][/color][/center]
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Itsuki grin faded ever so slightly as Suzu ran into him like she did, and his eyes seemed to take on a cracked expression as she began to sob, asking him where he had been all those years. No tears built up in his eyes, but he did reach up and tussle her hair, that same smile on his face, kind, soft, and yet, not all there. And the expression of conflict in his eyes just seemed to resonate for a bit as he answered in a tone as soft and comforting as his smile.

"I'm sorry Suzu, I just. . . . kinda lost my way after the old man passed, and by the time I found myself, everyone else was gone." He looked up, somewhat surprised by his brother's arrival and his subsequent revelation. As he rushed forward, with Suzu close behind him, something about the scenario just struck him as wrong. Time seemed to slow down, his sister's tear-stained words breaking into his thoughts as, suddenly, two figures with blazing red eyes burst from the dark, their voices distorted by the fog of war as Itsuki's mind suddenly shifted back into the hell that was the 24th ward. He was with one of the few friends he'd made in that pit, a weaker ghoul by the name of Ichigo who made his living scavenging off the leftover's of stronger ghouls. He was looking at Itsuki, his hand outstretched, fear in his eyes as the first figure sinks their teeth into his neck while the other digs their kagune-coated hand straight through his chest. Suddenly, the world gets hazy, the beat of his heart racketing up with every milisecond turned into days upon days as he sees Ichigo morph first into Suzu, then Asoka, then Kachi, before finally shifting into his greatest regret.

His breath hitched, his pupils widening to such a great size, it seemed like the entirety of his irises had been consumed by the gaping maw. She stood there, her flesh hanging in ragged, chewed strands, only her face untouched by the savagery as the two ghouls feeding on her took on familiar visages. The Ripper and Argentum, the ghoul's who killed her. His love, his only true joy and desire in his life that he felt body and soul, and all he could see in her beautiful face, her cherry red lips, smooth, porcelain skin, her short, shining black hair, and her deep chocolate brown eyes. From her perfect lips spoke the same phrase, over and over in the sweetest, yet at the same time, most mocking of tones as she beckoned to him, with one ravaged hand, there hardly being any flesh or muscle on it any more due to the monster's savage feeding.

[i][sub]Where were you, Itsuki? [sub]Why did you come for me? [sub]Why didn't you protect me?[/sub][/sub][/sub][/i]

As time returned to it's normal speed, and the apparition faded away, so did their words, but not the effect they had. In what had been to most probably a split-second, he felt like he'd just spent hours witnessing these terrors. A change overcame him, his smile finally dropping, his head taking a strange tilt to it, and his dead eyed kakugan burst to life, the blaring white of his eyes focusing in on the two attacking his family. There was no thought's right now, only honed paranoia and insanity as he suddenly rushed forward, his cloak fluttering behind him in the breeze as a familiar ache spread along his lower back, followed by the sharp pain of his kagune bursting from his back, four twisting tentacles covered that would launch out with such speed that it'd be nigh-impossible for the young ghouls to interpret what just happened to them as the boy was seized by the throat in mid-air, barely given the chance to breathe before he was slammed into wall he had sprung from so hard that it gained even more cracks, creaking dangerously to signify it's weakness.

The girl would be given a similar amount of mercy, as at the same time she'd be gripped by her pertruding Kagune being swung into the ground with such force that she bounced. She was right in front of her brother, but before she could do anything, Itsuki's foot would come down lightly, but firmly, on her chest, and her vision would be the grasping clawed end of his blackened Kagune, her brother staring down a similar sight as he reared them back, about to kill these two children if no one intervened. His expression as he committed the deed was hollow of any emotion, as if none had truly resided their in the first place. 

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