Jun Setsuna Yamata's Story

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”U..um...I’m sorry.. I erm..c-can’t seem to find..your p..pulse..” rang out the wavering voice, any hints of masculinity, save for the sem-deep baritone, fleeing from the scared tone. Exhaling a sigh, the simple action coloured with blatant annoyance at this particular scientist’s incompetence, Akira remained motionless on the narrow cot as her mind begun to flip through the options placed before her. Should I help him out by raising it..? Or should I let him struggle..? Hm...choices choices.. echoed her inner voice, a soft click of her tongue against the roof of her mouth accompanied the moment, a tilted smirk finding it’s way onto her typically-stoic expression. ”Erm...M-Miss…? ventured the tentative voice again, even more reluctance present within each syllable. Allowing for another hushed breath to escape, a rumbling growl of agitation soon pursuing, Akira willed her pulse to rise from it’s normally comfortable dead beat to that of a normal human. However, such effort was worth it. The scientist’s surprisingly sharp intake of breath satisfied her impish personality, the urge to get a larger shock value from him growing larger.

”I need to take some of your blood now...a-and give you the daily quota of Yaril.. So…s-sit up.” commanded the voice, a new twinge of authority providing the words life...all while shattering that blissful darkness inside the Tyrant’s mind. Oh..? Getting bold, aren’t you? Heh.. looks like we will have to fix that. whispered the thoughts, a certain malicious quality replacing that otherwise light-hearted tone. After all..there was nothing more in this world that Akira hated than those lower, or newer, than her to stride about on their white horse, barking out orders like it was their job. Invoking core strength, the mixed-race Tyrant fluidly pulled her upper body to a sitting position, the light swish of that shadowed curtain providing a nostalgic feeling. Not yet bothering to open her eyes, that smirk now only faintly present on her rosebud lips, the girl swung her legs over the side of the mattress, their woolen sock-covered toes barely scraping the smoothed concrete. It was then, when she was sure that she was facing this new recruit, that her eyes slowly fluttered open. Naturally, as with any of the newer scientists, he was shocked, stunned speechless. Heh..what a lovely reaction~ Jaw-dropping..haven’t really seen that one much appraised her conscious, eyes sweeping over the young man, who was, currently, glued to her face with a mix between awe and fright. Apparently only in his mid-to-late-20’s, he was obviously full,or close, blooded Japanese. Lightly tanned skin, neatly groomed black hair with nape-reaching tips, a starch white lab coat.. Ah yes..the very embodiment of a scientist. Figures. Heh..I wonder..? ”How long are you going to keep staring? I mean, by all means, it’s overly flattering.. but still, don’t you have a job to do?” mused her own voice, a certain eerie softness to it that harbored her infamously teasing quality. In embarrassment, the young man swiftly dropped his gaze,a muttered apology accompanying with a slight redness to his cheeks. Adorable. Too bad you won’t want to come back here after today. hissed those thoughts, that malicious attribute just expanding.

As he pulled out the glass syringe, Akira’s mind was already set into action. Curling those tapered fingers into a fist, knuckles white with pressure and force, the Tyrant gave a swift scan of her room. Only one guard…? Hm..this should be easier than I thought.. assured her inner voice, that smirk spreading. ”N..now if I could see your arm..? yanked Aki from her devious planning, a surprised blink following. ”O-oh.. right! Sorry. came her hasty reply, that alabaster-toned arm readily thrusted in his direction. Thank god..I can feel yesterday’s Yaril already pretty much faded.. this should be a piece of cake. Glancing down at the sudden contact, Kira couldn’t help but cock an eyebrow at his quivering, nervousness apparently racking the young scientist. Not even bothering to give a wince at the sudden intrusion of metal breaking her skin, the Tyrant, instead, chose to focus on her nails and their job. Feeling them puncture the tender flesh of her palm, that power holding the welling lines of scarlet back, her gaze slowly drifted to the syringe, the scarlet contents reaching the 2/3rds mark. Narrowing her own crimson orbs, mind willing her Blood Manipulation to activate, the glass abruptly shattered, flecks and shards flying. ”God damn it! What happened..?!” exclaimed the young man, his hisses of pain indicating that parts of his hand were sliced open. With a devilish smirk, Aki wasted little time in jumping down off her cot, false concern reflecting in her wide eyes. Gently taking his hand into her own, uninjured palm, her soothing voice rang out. ”O..oh my! A-are you ok?! With a worried frown banishing her assured smirk, Aki reached over her bleeding hand to hover above his own wounds, every intent of taking him over clear.

However, the Tyrant didn’t get very far as the young man was snatched away by his collar, both his blood and her escape vanishing from sight. With a growl of annoyance, a frozen glare latching onto the armoured man that took away her prey, Kira made a move to lunge...only to freeze as a gun was directed at her head. Feeling the bitter taste of defeat, the girl had no choice but to quietly simmer as two more men burst into her room. Within a matter of a few seconds, the criminal was thrashing in vain under their weight, two holding her down as another demanded for the Yaril. It was at this point that Aki felt the urge to lift her gaze, as if someone was staring. Jun..! Her best friend was being escorted past her enclosure, that familiar, toothy grin directed in the suppressed Tyrant's direction. Choosing to stick out her tongue at the passing girl, Kira could only watch longingly as she strode out of view, her attention yanked back to her own current predicament. With a wince and a jaw gnashing, the burning sensation soon came as double dosages of her usual amount was injected into her veins, any sense of her power dimming.

When she was finally deemed to be ‘safe’, the Tyrant was allowed back on her shaking knees, the foreign suppressant causing her body to feel a wave of weakness. Biting her lower lip in a mixture of pain and agitation, Kira gingerly stretched out her legs before she was guided out of the room and to ‘Social time’.

As Jun was being escorted down to " Socialize" she got bored and decided to strike up a conversation with the two guards that she was already quite friendly with. The one to her right was a tall buff man with tanned skin, light blonde hair and striking hazel eyes. The other was a rather regular sized woman, curvy yes with long black hair and icy blue eyes. With one look at them you could just tell that those two weren't full Japanese. Seira is the woman's name and Tommi is the man's name. They were the only two guards that were actually nice to Jun. Jun turned to the female guard first straightening up cracking her back. " So Seira, how is the beautiful guard today ~" she said in a flirty tone which caused Tommi the male guard to let out a snicker. " Pfft."

Jun quickly turned to Tommi the Male guard raising an eye brow. " What's so funny!?" She whined in a childish manner as Tommi still tried not to laugh. " Honestly Woman do you hit on every pretty woman you see?". Jun blushed slightly out of frustration. " No I don't for your information! " Jun huffed out in slight frustration looking forward as they got closer to the "socializing" area. She glanced over to Seira to see her covering her mouth as she giggled which only made Jun go redder in the face. " Oh really? How come yesterday when I was guard in front of your room you flirted with every female doctor that went in your room and they came out red as a tomato."chuckled Tommi as he spoke.

Seira the female guard laughed a little louder. " Tch, Shut up Tommi you fucker." Jun shoved her hands in her pockets leaning her head back looking up at the ceiling. Something caught her eye behind her and she shifted her gaze to the small figure behind her. It was Aki. Jun locked eyes with her in this strange position her facial expression blank and serious. The two guards continued their conversation while Jun toned them out focusing on Akira. " Oi, Tommi Leave Jun alone already!" Seira said playfully to the male guard not noticing Jun's strange position yet.

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Damn it… they really did a number this time..Doubling my dosage..isn’t that bloody dangerous!? trailed her inner muse, the tone filled with contempt at their ignorance and pain at the nauseating waves sweeping across her body. Sending a desperate shake of her head, any attempt at banishing the sharp jolts failing, Aki allowed for her personal entourage of 2 guards to ‘gently’ escort her out of the cell that was known as her ‘home’. With slow footsteps that screamed uneasiness, the Tyrant was shuffled down the sickly lit halls, those crimson orbs desperately searching each of the other cells that held occupants similar to her and Jun in nature. After all, just about anything could have captivated the suppressed Tyrant’s attention at this point..she just wanted something to tear away her focus from the tilting axis beneath her feet.

Despite their ‘walk’ only taking a couple of minutes, Akira couldn’t help but feel relieved at the sight of that familiar door, her oasis in a scorched desert. The time she could see Jun. God.. I hope she’s doing fine.. fretted her thoughts, concern causing a frown to tug at the corners of her rosebud lips, the pain briefly numbing through the distraction. However, that was her first mistake. Losing any sense of direction and limb ability, Kira’s knees buckled beneath her lightweight stature, a particularly brutal wave of convulsing pain flooding her system. Thankfully, both of her male guards shot out a steroid-induced arm to loop through her own toned ones, neither having even the slightest of difficulty hauling and supporting the doll-esque girl.

With a mind willing not to give in, Aki barely just managed to wrench her body away from their vise-like grips in time for the sliding door to open a pathway, Tyrants of all variety tucked away under containment. Instinctively painting a half-smirk onto her lips at the blatant stares, it was all she could to hold her head high, posture just slightly slumped, to give off the air of being a delinquent, a troubled youth. C’mon, Aki.. you got this.. Look! Jun’s right there! Get to her..and you’ll be fine chided her conscious, her struggling body attempting to follow it’s word. Unfortunately, despite the pace and surety her strides were confined in, the imposing figures, aka her guards, soon transported to her side, a hostile aura dispelling. Once they reached an ears length of Jun, Akira attempting to send that signature impish smile that didn’t quite reach her pained gaze, both of the men finally relaxed their gun’s posture, their eyes hold disgust. ”Careful with this one...she tried a little stunt this morning. As such, her Yaril dosage has been doubled it’s typical amount.” rang out the voice belonging to guard on her right, the older and more stern of the two. ”Yeah.. guess that’s what you get from mixed races.. Criminals, ya know? I always say we should do away with them..but..Boss man won’t let me.” piqued the younger on her left, his contribution holding nothing but malicious and a sneer.

Naturally, this set something off in Kira, fury rapidly clouding her rationality. Despite the overwhelming pain radiating in her body, the Tyrant managed a small, rather feral, growl before attacking the offender. With a rather forceful fist connecting to the young man’s lower jaw, his body toppling to the ground from shock and pain, the fighter within managed to overcome the current limitations on her state and she wasted little time in leaping to action. Straddling his stomach, her fists clenching the material exposed at his neck, Kira raised his face near hers, the once delicate features holding a shadowed rage. ”I’m going to make you regret saying that, you bastard!” was her snarl, a balled hand withdrawn to land a square punch on his face. As her limbed weapon found it’s target, blood trickling from the man’s broken nose and split lip, the vaguely distance voices finally reached her. ”Someone- Restrain the other Tyrants! You over there! Help me get her off Yahiro!”

Jun's expression was only blank for a few moments as she examined Aki before it twisted into concern as she noticed Aki didn't look so well. Is she alright? She's all wobbly like she's drunk or something.. Shit! Did they drug her up or something!? While thinking to her self Jun slowed down her foot steps then she heard a very disturbing crack. She stopped and turned around to see Aki on the ground on top of a guard. Jun was just about to go over to her when Tommi grabbed both her arm's holding her back.

" Tommi!? Let me go! " Jun fought against his grip but it was failing. He was way bigger and stronger than she was. " Sorry..I can't Jun he gave me orders..I wish I can." Jun turned her head away from Tommi while the guard called for Seira to help him get Aki off the young guard. " Seira don't you hurt her!" Jun shouted as she fought against Tommi more, Tommi now struggling to hold Jun back. Seira gave Jun an apoligetic look before running over to Aki " Yes sir!" Grabbing her arms Seira yanked hard wrestling with Aki before getting her on her stomach with her hands pinned behind her back.

"Aki..damn it Tommi let go!" jun shouted back at Tommi who shouted back at her. " No!" That one no made Jun feel like she was being scolded. She just hung her head clenching her teeth and fists pissed off because she couldn't do nothing but watch Aki get man handled.

Felix stood back up hearing yelling in the hallways he walked to the door and saw 4 guards and Jun and aki 'god dammit are zhey at it again' he thought. "HE! Treat girlz with respect" he said and walk towards them "we might be weak now but I will prozect zhem and don'z make me angry now cauze thingz get ulgy then" he said keeping himself calm and not to aggressive cause that would give him a trip to the white room something he couldn't use right now, well maybe he could for his friends

As he was making his way down the halls to the "Socializing" area, Alex heard what sounded like yelling and struggling. He stopped and glanced down where it sounded like it was coming from and sighed. Now that could be one of two things. Either somebody has snapped and is attacking the guards. Or, the guards are harassing someone once again. He bit his lip and looked around nervously. Seeing if anyone was going to try and go see what was taking place. Seeing nobody In the area, Alexander growled a bit at himself. "Time to do something stupid." The boy then quickly made his way to where the scene was taking place, following the noise.

When he got there, Alex chose to sneak a glance from around the corner instead of making his presence known. what he saw was a group of guards and what was obviously three tyrants like himself. two female and one male. Both the females were being restrained, one a bit more then the other. Probably due to a more violent action. The male seemed to be trying to argue with the guards. It appeared as if he was trying to protect them. Alex clenched his jaw. This could get ugly fast. . . I have to do something. But what?! He put his fingers to his temples, trying to think of what to do. Then came the idea. It was idiotic, dangerous, and could cause Alex to have his first visit to the white room. But the decision to throw caution to the wind made, He couldn't stand by and watch this anymore.

Alex peeked around the corner and scanned the scene one last time. gathering his courage, He made his right hand into a gun with using his thumb and pointer finger, then aimed at the guard holding the blond woman. Concentrating, he formed a bubble barrier roughly the size of a golf ball at the end of his finger. knowing it wouldn't hold long, he had to make every shot count. lets see, If i want to shoot it, I have to Imagine as well as will it away from my in the direction I want to go. The harder I push, the faster it travels. . . In theory. The boy had some grasp over his ability, but hadn't much chance to practice it other then when he knew he wasn't being watched, which was not often. Guess now was the perfect time for a test run.

Breathing out slowly, He let loose the "Bullet" aimed at the guards head. He couldn't help but whisper to himself right then. "Bang." The Barrier flew and collided with the guards head, delivering the blunt force of a heavy punch to the male guard's temple and shattering into nothing. Welp, Guess I just let hell break loose. Alexander slide further out of view and began readying another "bullet" for what might happen next.

Lyani stopped for a moment as she saw Alex and Felix come up for the girls. How stupid could they possibly be? They were only getting themselves in trouble, which was something she was trying to avoid at all costs. But she didn't dare to to interfere with the guards, for she remembered her father's punishment. She shivered, took a deep breath and turned around, walking towards Felix and the two girls with the guards.

Standing in front of them, she narrowed her eyes at them. ''Let them go. You have no right to do this to us.'' Anger was in her voice, but it was also weak. She was clearly scared for the consequences, but she didn't want to be the only one not punished. For now, she would stand up for the other tyrants, though she knew it was a stupid idea. Looking at the guards, she hoped she could use her power, if just a bit to protect the other tyrants. Not that she wanted to kill someone, she simply hadn't control of it. That's why she never touched anyone. Readying herself for being restrained.

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Akira let out another small growl of annoyance, surprised threaded into the sound, as a guard intervened from beating the offender to a pulp. Clawing at the air, Kira desperately flailed as she tried to shake off her captor, eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty rage. "Let me go, you bastard! I need to teach that jackass a lesson..! So release me already!" were her protests, the guard already pinning her to the floor on her stomach. Continuing to squirm, much to Seira's cursing, Aki sent a quick flicker over Jun, eyes unreadable.

Thats when another Tyrant flaunted over, his words slurred and heavily accented. What the hell is he spewing about..?! Something about protecting us..? assessed her conscious, her struggling never ceasing. With a strained voice, both body and mind still fighting the overdosage of Yaril, the blood manipulator quickly bit out. "Look.... whatever your name is...thanks for the...um... effort...but, you aren't helping..at all!" Twisting her head to the side, the teenager vainly tried to lash out by biting, teeth only catching empty air, the anger and frustration swelling.

However, a loud pop in the air and a grunt of pain made the struggling altogether cease, her body going still. What on Earth..? mused her inner voice, surprise quite tangible. Thats when another Tyrant waltzed over, a female this time, making an empty demand for their release. With a final growl, Kira managed to take advantage of her restraining guard's momentary surprise, an elbow effectively jamming into the female's stomach. Hearing the moan of pain, a wide smirk spread onto the girl's impish features as the weight was released, her own body springing into defense mode. Leaping to her feet, Kira quirked an eyebrow at the white haired girl before saying stiffly. "Ok..thanks for the defense..but just like that guy over there, if all you are going to do is talk, then you aren't helping."

Felix was suprised that one of the guards was suddenly hit by something and lyani suddenly came "ja, ja we hafe no chooze any vay now and Lyani don'z get involfed in thiz i know you can'z fight very vell, so pleaze go back to zhe cell it'z zhe savest place zo be now" Felix said to her and pat her shoulder "it is zruly zhe best" he said and stand started walking to jun's guards and stood ready to fight "one more chanze" he said meaning they should let her go

Seeing as the situation made a turn for the better, Alexander sighed with relief. Well that could have gone a lot worse. He lets the remaining barrier pop into nothingness as the other Tyrants dealt with the guards. He soon noticed the blond woman carrying the one that had been previously pined to the ground. Then the woman began to thank the tyrants that had come to help. . . all including Alexander.

He was a bit surprised by this but decided to shrug it off guess stealth is not my strong suit. he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and walks out from the corner of the other hall. "It was nothing really. . . people like us need to stick together since the rest of the world seems so against us. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stood next to the others as the woman began to intimidate the remaining guard. To his surprise he found himself trying to hold back a laugh. He guessed it was because he thought the guard deserved it, and for the most part he did. A majority of the guards and staff treated the tyrants poorly to begin with, they deserved to be taken down a peg.

Alex sighed yet again and looked around over his shoulders. They should probably get moving before more guards start pocking around. He takes one last quick glace at everyone. "Hey um. . . I'm going to go to the "socializing" area. Lets try and meet up again or something later if we all don't end up getting caught first." He gives a nervous laugh before turning around and slowly making his way down the hall. well that was interesting . . . Maybe I actually will end up seeing some of them again. He smiles to himself a bit before reverting back to his usual neutral stare.

Lyani frowned, great, her efforts were not appreciated. She looked towards Felix and frowned slightly, being annoyed. Being annoyed lead her to being actually quite cold and mean, even though she normally is quite submissive and polite. ''You, learn English,'' she said as she turned and left. It wasn't worth her time at all, she already hated them. She snorted and sighed as she returned to her cell, or whatever you would call it. She sat down on her bed, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. ''Dipshits,'' she mumbled as she closed her eyes. How she longed to go home, even if that meant that she had to be a servant again, it was so much better then this place.

A tear rolled down the girl's cheek as she braided her hair after combing through it with her fingers. Everything was so depressing, and she wondered what would happen more, or how long she would live. Lyani wasn't looking forward to living any longer but it was also that she really didn't have a choice. She snorted once more and closed her eyes in an effort to forget this.

The raven-haired tyrant staggered for balance as the world continued to tilt to the extremes beneath her feet, any sense of gravity far long vanished. Gritting her jaw at the discomfort, her right hand clenched into a fist to vainly diffuse some of that nauseating tension that was consuming her conscious, goosebumps prickling the exposed flesh as if suddenly freezing. Damn it...they really did a number on me this time.. mused her assessment, even the inner voice strained as words struggled to form. Just as her knees were about to give way from exhaustion, her best friend swooped in before lifting her frail stature into bridal style.

Kira quirked an eyebrow as Jun's expression softened, her words coming out in an appreciating thanks. A slight smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as the blood manipulator playfully wound her arms around the back of Jun's neck before throwing her head back, gravity greedily tugging at those shadowed tresses. "Heh.. my Jun, finally learning manners?" floated out her teasing tone, lighthearted mischief to it. Giving flutter kicks of her legs, the Tyrant continued to ramble, a misty sheen filming her blood red orbs as memories came back. "You know, this reminds me of the time that I was roofied at that poker match.. I won, remember? Claimed I was cheating though...those bastards. Then you burst in and kicked their bloody asses.. Heh.. I wonder, what they are up to these days..? Drugging innocent girls, no doubt.. You remember their name?"

However, before the blonde could reply, the man that Akira pummeled was shakily getting back to his feet, threats to tattle to Dr. Yamata spewing from his mouth. Sliding that crimson gaze over to the guard, an inward hiss was given by Kira as she took a glance at her best friend. "Oh shit man..today isn't your lucky day, is it? Wrong thing to say..." was the tyrant's reply, a smirk almost tangible within the tone. Aki stumbled back as Jun went through her whole method of dealing with those idiots, the man nearly pissing his pants from fright. As she regrasped Jun's hand, the teenager sent a tilted smirk over her shoulder at the man, eyes narrowed in a clear message: consider yourself lucky. Letting out a small huff of a sigh, the Tyrant sluggishly walked down the halls, allowing Jun to guide them before whispering. "Damn idiots..all of them.. They gave me double the dosage than normal-! And you know that I was getting twice what the normal Tyrants were getting... shit, they were lucky they didn't kill me.. Jun.. we need to get out of here." murmured her words, her bottom lip being gnawed at in concern. Out of nowhere, a small frustrated outburst was given by the raven-haired girl as her combat boot-clad foot collided forcibly with the wall. "Screw this..! I was close today, Jun! I know I was..! But-... I bloody fucked it up."