it's disgusting, absolutely appalling, and what would be his luck to be roomed with someone defiling everything that's purely sacred of their living quarters. absolute filth, a sickness that's found its way into his life that he should clearly get rid of. the smell doesn't bother him, though, it's the sight because it's done without taste, it's like a madman has ran their hands over everything, smearing blood behind because they could, and ripped up anything out of their own anger. what broken person could clearly do all of this, and live in such a destructive manner that midori has to take care of now?
his eyes close, a hand raising to wave at the brunette that's laying on his bed, covered in blood that's nothing but a mess — he must reek too, and it would be fine if he could find charm in this. sadly, his rich upbringing has taught him better, tempered him, and so he has a sophisticated air about him which is a telltale sign that it won't work out living with no manners. ]
Hello!! I'm your new roommate, I hope you're as excited as meeee!
[ his eyes open, jade, disconcerting eyes rest onto the other; and the empty center stares, and only stares without blinking. ]
A pleasure to meet you, Dito. ♡
[ having names at the ready will save him time and trouble as he looks around the room, left and right to see how much has been tampered with. the walls, the floors, and he couldn't even leave the ceiling alone has been marked. he's dealing with the ill, he'll note him as the mentally unstable, and lack of better terms, insufferable. ]
I'll get you a cloth, or two [ three, four, fix, and or maybe six ] so you can clean your face, it's hard looking at you.
[ there's a good length of silence that ensues after the other speaks. dito's eyes even narrow at the other's empty ones as he meets them -- especially so at this guy's way of speaking. it's giving annoying, but the universe just loves putting annoying people in his vicinity.
he hums some kind of passive acknowledgement as he waves a hand, almost as if dismissing the other. ]
Yeah, well it's hard looking at a bitch that doesn't blink, either.
[ dito jerks his thumb at the other bed he's so recently destroyed. ]
Good luck with that, man. Sure you wouldn't be more comfortable in the halls?
[ not his controversial roommate, he's not cute enough, but that doesn't mean midori can't work with this. he closes his eyes to give off a eerie smile, the one where he has to much kindness to give. it's for a few seconds until his eyes open wide, then pulls out a small handkerchief to put on the doorknob so he can close it. he walks inside of the room while avoiding any of the blood — it's grace in his steps, so his shoes are spared. ]
I have a house warming gift for you.
[ there's nothing with him to suggest he actually has it, but the best gifts are the one's you can't see. ]
With all this blood, you'd make a mess of it. [ a beat, ] When you could make it bleed yourself.
[ genuinely, he wasn't expecting midori to still be here -- much less enter further. it's kind of annoying, but he's already pegged this guy as an annoying type.
dito rolls flat onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he heavily sighs, both with exaggeration and contempt. he's prepared to roll his eyes too, but then midori says something that he isn't anticipating at all.
his brow furrows, and he places his palms flat against the mattress and pushes himself up into a sitting position. albeit a slouchy one, because he's not even close to being well-mannered. he tilts his head to the side as he shoots midori a quizzical (and suspicious) look.
it's the proposition of more bloodletting that piques dito's interest, although he has absolutely no idea what that entails. ]
Make what bleed?
[ he wants to insult the other a little more. tell him he's a cryptic weirdo, tell him there's no house to warm here, etc & et al.
but of course, the mention of blood sets his teeth on edge. grants a little sparkle to his eyes. ]
[ he really is stuck with an idiot, but his eyes change from jade, to a circle center, and a red ring around it before returning back to one solid color. was it to make his words appear threatening, or could it have been him trying to gain the other's interest? ]
The sharp crack or bones, the splatter of blood that hits the wall as the heart beats... you want to do this all over again, don't you?
[ no need to be poetic, but he can see the sparkle in the male's eyes that tells him what he cares about. pain, torture, a completely unhinged addition to the world that has to be treated. he's sick, but not in the way that midori would prefer, he seems clearly capable with seeing through torture, not with hate, but with a sort of love.
... ]
Close your eyes, and you'll be met with your surprise.
[ dito's lips set into a thin line as he stares at the other, part of him wondering what the fuck's up with that -- people generally aren't this casual about such topics around him, but it's not like he hasn't met plenty of abnormal souls.
it's not like midori's the first to offer him a body, either. and he's kind of excited about that, since it's been a good while since he's gotten a fresh one to mutilate. he does want it so badly. to repeat everything, to douse everything in blood with love; especially so if there's an actual corpse he can involve in it all. which is what causes him to tilt his head. ]
Yeah, yeah... So I close my eyes, and where's the corpse? It's not fitting in that ugly scarf of yours, that's for sure.
[ still, he's curious. even if it's just a measly body part, which he's used to. those are still fun. any kind of flesh is fun. anything he can destroy or squeeze more out of.
with a scoff through his nose, he closes his eyes, even moving both of his hands up to cover each eye in an almost mockingly playful way. ]
In order, and aloud. I'll give you the head first.
[ that's the best part, it's where the brain is located, it's where he can mess with the memories of a person that they remember or forget. be it through torture, his hands, or the tip of a scalpel. if dito can appreciate this, then perhaps they'll work well together, but he honestly doubts it. ]
I hope this works as a token of our beautiful friendship.
[ he teases, but it comes off gentle as if he doesn't mind creating their relationship. truth of the matter is, there's no one he needs, all he has to ensure is that they play accordingly to his game. they don't have to be on his side, they just have to exist in general. like even now, dito was never part of his plan, but after his little, messy display of the bedroom, he has to train him properly. this won't do, especially when he's a doctor first, a medical practitioner that has to be relied on by others because he can do anything. even now he can handle this situation without a mistake.
one hand lifts, touching the red scarf around his neck, his fingers dig into the fabric for a moment from how soft it is. what does he know that hides there, it'll be all he knows and will live by soon enough. ]
[ he is so skeptical right now, to the point that he doesn't even think he's actually going to count all the way. he was kidding, after all.
he frowns all of a sudden, splitting his fingers so he can shoot the other an unimpressed look. ]
If you're bullshitting me, I'll kill you.
[ but still, he can't fight the curiosity. the thought of getting a fresh head...of getting to stab into something that intricate. extract the brains, spoon out the eyes (and then smash them!), cut out a tongue, scalp someone's freshly decapitated head-- oh god, is it decapitated? the thought is exciting, and oh so distracting, and yet it's hard for him to fully immerse himself with nothing to go on.
his eyes roll up a bit before he closes the spaces between his fingers again, sticking his tongue out at the other in a clearly ridiculing way before he starts counting down. hell, he doesn't even know if he's going to finish, really. ]
[ it's at the next die that dito will feel cold metal against his neck, and the sound of something clicking into place. the thing about midori is that he's nimble in his movements, silent, so it's child play's going from one end of the room to the other where dito resides to snap something nice onto him. red, blue wires attach to the metal, keeping it securely in place as he leans away from dito just in case the other tries to swipe at him. ]
That's my lovely gift from me to you.
[ his eyes widen, jade, unblinking eyes watch dito with twisted interest, and the smile on his face twists into something crueler. he takes joy out of what he's seeing, which, he's sure the other doesn't know what it is, but that doesn't matter because the reaction will be worth the wait.
it's been awhile since he's seen someone dress accordingly before him, his eyes scanning over the youth's body before looking off to the side. ]
[ instinctively, one of his hands does shoot up to grab at midori's arm or whatever the fuck he can as soon as he feels that.
there's a quiet groan of both discomfort and surprise when he suddenly feels cool metal, and his hands then both quickly move toward his neck where he's feeling said coldness -- obviously, his eyes snap open as well. brows furrow together as he immediately realizes there's a ring around his neck, which he first and foremost inelegantly attempts to yank off.
one of his eyelids practically twitches at this point, because he's definitely jerking on it to no avail. ]
What the hell, man--
[ dito's a bit panicked by it, even. he doesn't like it. all he knows is he wants it off, and he moves to grab at the dagger he keeps at his hip, immediately moving it up to try and slide it between the ring and his own neck, attempting to cut through the foreign object right then and there. ]
[ an airy voice with a chill at the end of his words while speaking the male's name. it's a good thing he found one of these on the way here, and that the school is working in his favor. dito's too wild, from the blood smeared over everything, he's way too loose to allow complete freedom around him.
midori chuckles. ]
My, oh my! You're like a puppy, you get used to it. I wonder what tag I should get you? Perhaps my name written on the back as your owner. ♡
[ lovely.
as dito attempts to cut the item off, it does not... come off by normal means. it's a collar for the majority game, they've seen many simulations of how participants would go about trying to take it off. ]
Want to feel what it does?
[ his struggle is all the more satisfying than the color red that paints the walls. he claps his hands together, urging the male to move. ]
[ he does attempt to cut through it, only for his eyes to narrow more and his eyebrows to furrow when his knife doesn't even chisel a little through the...collar. choker. neckband. whatever. he isn't fucking calling it a collar.
his shoulder rolls in irritation, and he turns his own dagger opposite by its hilt in his hand to free a few fingers so he can feel around for somewhere he can remove it. he's only feeling more irritated and unnerved by the second that he can't just cut or take it off, but then his mind switches to the quickest and most obvious solution here.
he has a knife.
this all sets his teeth on edge, and his eyes flick up to glare at midori as soon as he realizes he can't just remove it so easily. but this guy can. he's the one that put it on, after all. ]
I already told you I'd kill you for screwing with me. If you don't get this shit off, you're about to get an even worse housewarming gift.
[ his eyes widen slightly as he turns the knife in his grip again, only to end up pointing it at midori. ]
[ with the knife pointed towards him, he ignores it in favor of where can he get a dog tag made, and what number he should put on the back. "return to owner in moon four" sounds perfect, he fancies the idea, laughing softly to himself as he leans left to right, enjoying himself. he loves to see people work, strive, amount to something, and he'll crush them under his heel every time. at this point, dito reminds him of nothing but a wild animal that he has to snip the tail of, and then neuter so he doesn't gain any infections or problems down the line.
removing his head will do just that. ]
How adorable, do you really think I can't tame you... that would be your first mistake.
[ bold, he sits down on the bed that's probably covered in fucking filth, but he doesn't make himself comfortable, rather, he's off in the corner where he doesn't have to touch any of the dried blood as he looks at dito with immediate interest. hopefully the youth doesn't bore him, there's too much to be done, and so if anyone wastes his time, he'll have to get it back.
he's aware the other might just stab him, but who is that supposed to scare? ]
Ahahahahaha... ahaha... okay! Okay! I'll get it off. Don't stab me, alright?
[ he says, even as he's clearly perturbed over having something on his neck. it bothers him, and he's far too aware of the feeling of a foreign object there. literally everything this guys says bothers him, and when the other moves to sit down and act like everything's trivial, it pisses dito off all the more.
the laughter and casual attitude doesn't help at all to calm dito down, but he still tilts his head with a sneer when the other offers that last proposition. ]
... Okay. Get it off, then.
[ should he retract his knife for this? it's not like dito can't stab the other whenever he wants, but he at least lowers the knife from pointing it at the other. even if he doesn't trust him for a second. ]
I'm a medical practitioner, so understanding my patients is important to me.
[ that's his problem, he wants to know what makes dito cave, what makes him fear, what pushes him against a wall without lifting a simple finger. he has so many reasons why he acts the way he does, and he's learned that his roommate will kill him —
he will not die again.
it's a mantra in his head, he's worked far too hard for everything to be wasted. he won't let the same thing happen to him again. not from someone as stupid as the person before him, but ah, he's so young, they do have so much to learn. ]
Do you know why it's important?
[ he digs into his pocket, pulling out the bedroom key, and as he holds it up, he realizes that this won't work. sticking it back into his pocket, he did that to act as if he's searching for an item to take it off. instead, he chuckles softly to himself as his fingers brush over a small item in his pocket. ]
Because I'll do what my patients need for their betterment. So I'll take it off.
[ with a click, the button on dito's neck begins to vibrate, once, twice...
third, four...
...
the collar's square button is glowing bright red, until it changes green, but the entirety of the item begins to warm up, hotter and hotter against dito's neck, readily burning into his skin— ]
dito tilts his head to the side, a clear quizzical look on his face as the other continues speaking. just what the fuck does he even mean by all of this?
he refrains from saying anything as he thinks the other is pulling out a key, but then it turns out he isn't at all -- and dito's frown sets further.
he sighs through his nose, crossing his arms even as he's still gripping the knife. it's hard to gauge whether midori is a threat or an annoyance.
definitely something of a threat, but way more of an annoyance. dito can't tell if the other is playing games or what; he just knows he wants the damn intrusion off his neck. ]
I'm not your patient, psycho.
[ he's about to carry one. say something sharp about how he doesn't care about the other's business or calling or what-have-you. how he only gives a damn about the other getting this shit off of him and then leaving his room.
but that's when he notices the buzzing on his neck. ]
... Huh?
[ one of dito's hands immediately shoots up to grab at the collar, attempting to yank at it to no avail as it gets warm. it's just instinct, really, to try and get something that's starting to burn against your skin off of you. even if it's useless.
and it really is useless, dito quickly realizes. his eyes widen even as his brows knit in both frustration and panic, his fingers trying to delve between his neck and the collar in spite of the aggravating temperature. he huffs a loud breath, his other hand gripping the dagger all the more as he moves to try and repeat the same steps as before. logically, it's stupid -- he already knows the knife won't cut. but he can't just stand there and do nothing, and the knife is abnormally cool, so it provides a tinge of relief regardless. even as his knees feel weaker from dealing with all of this, and he suddenly drops to them as he considers what else he has on hand that might cut this shit off.
nothing nearby, of course.
it's stupid, grabbing at something that's only going to ultimately burn his hand and trying to cut it off in such a frazzled way that he's at risk of cutting his own neck here. but there's not much else he can do.
he's actually sweating now. even panting a little as he realizes this thing is going to kill him. christ, this is absolutely the last way he wanted to die. he's so mad, to the point that he's gripping the dagger in his hand until his knuckles turn white. maybe he can at least stab this annoying guy first, maybe he can have the satisfaction of seeing his blood splash onto the bed--
but he coughs, breath heaving and eye twitching as he looks up toward the other. ]
The fuck...
[ he spits the few words out angrily, even if they sound slightly choked up.
he's fantasizing wildly about crossing the gap between them, just so he can shove his knife right between those stupid green eyes of his. he can do at least that, he thinks. ]
[ to watch him writhe in pain, to see him fall to his knees, it's always like this when someone tries to go against him. he had told dito that it was a mistake to go up against him in such a manner, and the more he struggles, and the less he acts, the collar will continue to burn, and burn until the smell of flesh filters into the room. at the end of it all, his head will roll off his shoulders, thump onto the floor, and midori will walk over to regain his collar. he'll find someone else to wear it, someone who can handle the heat, and then maybe second time will be the charm where they'll be interesting rather than just a easily discarded doll.
this individual is useless.
with a smile, it doesn't reach his eyes, not responding to dito as he waits for the collar to do its job. seeing the black ring around his neck is an excellent response, just a bit more time, hearing him gasping for breath until the next is his last. as a doctor, learning about the human body is important so that he can use that information on the next, and someone with such homicidal tendencies can fall so easily... he'll write this down in a document later, and maybe he'll write in cursive at the very bottom that the subject died from burns.
no matter what he does, asunaro technology won't break to simple means, so many participants have tried, and fails. even shin who managed to remove only suffered death from something so idiotic, and to watch dito do the same leaves a sour taste in his mouth. they should be glad that someone like midori will kill them instead, it's him doing a favor, it's him adding a sprinkle of love— no one will love dito, and kill him at the same time like midori would. ]
Are you afraid? Do you think you're going to kill me when I can kill you first...?
[ he chuckles, entertained by the male's efforts as he watches him come from his knees to his feet, and there's a sly smile that grows onto his face.
getting to his feet, he has a feeling the other wants to jab that knife into him, but where? that's no good. walking over to dito, midori steps on the wrist that holds the knife, grinding his soles into the skin, and weight of his other foot rests on the back of the male's head, pushing down to force him completely to the ground in a praying position. he's yet to stop the collar from burning, and even the color is started to brighten as it grows hotter. ]
Obey me, and I'll let you live.
[ his eyes look now encompass yellow rings, green rings, and a center dot of red— voice controlling, waiting, because he doesn't mind severing the male's head from his neck in a matter of moment. ]
[ he's still preoccupied with trying to remove the device from himself, to the point that he doesn't notice until belatedly that midori's speaking to him. his muscles tense and tighten, and dito groans and closes one eye in pain as the collar sears through his skin.
and still, he ends up scoffing in a derisive way.
one corner of his mouth turns up in a twisted way, even as he's in undeniable pain here and entirely pissed off. he doesn't know if he'll live or not per se, but he's taken bad injuries like this before. his body, the body of a disciple, it doesn't take well to normal methods of torture of injury.
midori will have to entirely finish the job for dito to not recover from this. and dito knows that, at least. this is truly the worst, and yet dito's not entirely worried. if it as another intoner, if it was another disciple, if it was the sin of summoning another angel without permission... he might be more worried. but he has no reason to be worried in yogen. not as of yet.
he laughs, even if it's hoarse from the current burning metal on his throat. ]
You sure I'll die from this?
[ he looks up to meet midori's eyes just as the other's foot hits his wrist, his grip tightening on the knife he's still got. his face momentarily contorts into something angrier -- oh, if he could just stab the other where it would hit right.
his muscles convulse slightly from the pain from the collar, but he's at least still cognizant. oh so cognizant of the other's foot on the back of his head.
what can he do in 10 seconds.
it's what he's thinking about, even as he groans in sheer annoyance. he considers a few options here in spite of the apparent futility of the situation. but there's still something he's sure midori didn't consider at least.
he turns his head to the side as much as he can with midori's heel on it, just so he can blatantly spit on the other's shoes. ]
I'm not human, jackass.
[ it's the only thing he has -- his other hand not being preoccupied. so he'll move it to switch possession of the knife with the hand that's currently beneath midori's foot.
if he's able to do this, he'll be immediately stabbing his dagger right into midori's ankle that's on his other wrist. ]
[ asking someone to obey is difficult, but it's easy enough, as long as it doesn't backfire on him. dito is, not a threat, but an annoyance himself that has to be dealt with. as long as midori can make him run and lick his wounds, he would have won, and that's all that matters. he'd never allow himself to sever a suffering loss like the one with sara, and he sure as hell won't allow what happened with alice to happen twice. he's too high on his horse to ever fall from where he stands on the pinnacle of success.
it's when dito switches hands, jabbing the knife into his knee — ]
Aaaah! Ougggh—
[ it starts off as, but his knee doesn't buckle with the knife jabbed in, and instead the painful gasps turn into little shaky laughters, and then... ]
Aaahahaha... Ahahaha! Just kidding! ✰ [ there's a sparkle in his voice. ] Fooled you, didn't I?
[ he sounds fine, that pain that he faked meant nothing with how quick his masks switches. it's him leaning forward, wrapping his fingers wound the hilt of the blade to pull out that makes this hilarious. there's no blood, there's no nothing to say he's even been stabbed.
...
that's because hiyori isn't entirely human himself. this is where he paid his longevity, by giving himself away for eternal life. with the blade in his hand, he stares at the blade thinking that it would be nice to steal, especially as he watches the collar around the male's neck glow brighter. ah, he shouldn't just stand here and do nothing.
what can midori do in ten seconds?
a step back and dropping the knife down handle first, he's able to balance the weapon on the top of his other foot that held dito's head down. it's with a quick draw back of his leg, and kicking it forward with the blade still perfectly erect does he kick it right into one of dito's eyes, jabbing in the blade without a care in the world. if he's not human, then he guesses this won't do anything much, but it gives the idea that he shouldn't be messed with either. ]
[ honestly, just hearing midori groan in supposed pain like that is satisfactory enough. at least for dito, who's grinning even as the heat on his collar turns up. he doesn't really care, and he's thinking about if he can stab the other in plenty of other places at this point.
at least before midori presents him with an entire turn of events.
dito's stomach drops when he watches the other pull his own weapon out that seamlessly, not even bleeding or anything -- it makes dito wrinkle his nose, because god is it a fucking let-down to not have any blood at all. it's worse than being ugly, because at least ugly people have a plethora of viscous and beautiful bodily fluids to offer.
this guy is just giving annoying.
dito's in the middle of thinking his next move when midori moves first, and dito really isn't expecting this kind of action from the other. his hand that's free moves to grab tightly at midori's pant leg, gribbing the fabric tight as he lowers his head into the other's shoe.
-- he's bleeding, profusely. and he knows he can't see from the eye he's currently burying into midori's shoe. because there's a fucking knife in it, and he wonders if delving any further would result in the edge sinking right into his brain. maybe that would be nice. he can't see anything after all.
but he's still here, and he's still cognizant, to his regret. he's never felt more torn between wanting to die and killing someone else before, and while it's taking a good few seconds longer for his brain to catch up, he's quickly realizing he does not like this bitch and he most certainly is not interested in dying here or by his hand.
even if he's clearly not on a winning end here, looking up at the other with a bloody, coagulating eye socket that's been freshly stabbed into. it feels so heavy in his eye that he can't help but use a hand that isn't grabbing at midori's pant leg to rip it out of his own eye.
blood and juices splatter across the floor, along with his own eyeball that's just been ripped out roughly in the motion -- it rolls a few inches away from them, and it probably would've stayed wedged on the knife itself had dito not pulled it out with such force. ]
Haaugh...agh...
[ as much as he'd like to, he's never dealt with a literal eye of his own being stabbed, and his only good eye darts to stare at it as it's rolling, bloodily and disfigured, along his own dorm floor.
he laughs. it hurts, and he can feel the sickening (and somehow delightful) fluids dripping down his vacant eye socket right now. he even moves his free hand up to touch at it, fingers sliding across his own cheek before delving into the vacant space his in his own head, as if to confirm that yes, that is definitely his own eye there on the ground. it's useless now, he thinks, but the disgusting fluids dripping down his own face from his newly vacant eyesocket?
it's fine. it's fun. he laughs.
he sticks his own fingers deeper into his vacant eye socket, his brows rising as he looks up at midori. it hurts, it sucks -- but it also makes dito so excited. he loves this, and he wants more of it. even if he doesn't like being on the lower hand of it all.
but he's not dead, so that's all that counts.
he grins, in spite of the grotesque bleeding socket in his eye right now. ]
Haha... That actually hurt. Gonna go for my head next?
[ it seems the obvious conclusion, considering his own stab attempt on the other that ended up being useless... ]
[ there's a thought that runs through his mind, had this been a participant, he would have had more fun; but this is just someone he rooms with. a boy with a name that doesn't matter, and he could get rid of him if he raises one foot, and slam it down on his head, twisting his neck, and then crushing the skull. the sound would be disgustingly wet, a sound he's familiar with as well, and he'd know when the other is dead. it'd be a reminder in hell for him thinking that he could threaten midori, believing that he can be the one to kill him, and it's a feeling that comes out every time someone feels as if they hold the power to: he'll crush them, he'll do away with them.
no one will kill him, no one else.
the hand that holds onto his pant's leg is annoying, and with a kick, he does that to push it off. he doesn't want to be held down, no one can keep midori stuck in one place, and everything he does is for a reason, and because he can do it. they're already dead, so what more can the other lose in the afterlife. it's a sight to behold with the weapon lodged into his socket, how the blade cuts the stop and the bottom as midori glances down— his own eyes have reverted back into theur typical jade, but there's a faint glow to them. he's waiting, biding his time for his head to split from the collar as it burns against his neck, and since he isn't human, perhaps there's added minutes for him. it's fine, as long as he suffers, squirms or does anything that admits he's in pain; midori accepts it.
liquid spurts onto the floor, on his shoe, down the youth's face, and midori watches silently. he's sane enough, unlike the other who laughs, finding a sort of happiness through his torture. this is what he learns from seeing dito enjoy himself, and that's how midori understands in what ways he should treat his patients. if he was a normal human, he could have died from that puncture had it went in deeper, but the most he'd lose is his vision in that one eye. ]
Is this what you like?
[ as far as the eyes can see, he'll capitalize on that, and it's by one swift motion as he snatches the blade from dito's hand as the other is too busy digging into his empty socket. fingers covered in a disgusting yellow, mix with white and red. he laughs, humored by his words as he's able to say them without a stutter. there's an inflation of his ego, a victory down on the ground before him, and he doesn't know how horrible dito has been here within the school so far; and none of that matters to midori. he wants power, he wants success, as long as things go his way because of how much work he's put into his actions, nothing will go wrong.
the world belongs to him, it's as he made it, and no one will make it shake unless he decides for it to. the moment he walked in this room, it had already been decided, it's just making the other kneel, and accept. just a bit more, as long as he can keep this up without a shake in his foundation. ]
I'm not real at all. [ he's erased his existence, he's like smoke and all dito's hands will do is slip through. ] I'm your worst nightmare. ♡
[ his voice playful as his grip on the handle tightens, and the other hand holds dito's chin in place. forcing his gaze up so that they can see eye to eyes, dito can witness how bright midori's eyes are, and the pleasant smile on his face before his arm quickly swings towards the male's face, the knife following a different motion, and rather than the same eye— it's the other. he's not human so it's fine, if dito survives this then he'll be here with his nightmare as long as he lives. his head isn't enough, and if he enjoys digging those disgusting little fingers inside of himself, if he can love the moisture, then midori will help him. he turns the blade left then right, his eyes widening as this is about survival and showing his dominance. warm liquid splatters red onto his hand, but that doesn't stop him from passing a soupy substance of the eye so that he can blind the other indefinitely.
it's a yank back, pulling the blade out with a drip of the liquid, and what follows next isn't as worse as the former, but there's this feeling inside of midori that tells him to continue. he's a doctor, so he'll cut out the sickness, everything that the other taints by touch and sight, smell, hearing, and so on and so forth. the strength on dito's jaw tightens as it remains in midori's hand, showing that he's not anywhere near human—
he is in a way, still human, he's nothing so mystical as others would take him for. he's just someone who prepared, worked, and fought tooth and nail to get where he is, though being in yogen after an unfortunate death wasn't meant to happen, rules change.
parting dito's mouth open as he probably marvels over his excitement of being tortured, it's not that he needs to keep this hold up, because bloody, eye-stained fingers are digging into the male's mouth to grab his tongue. he has a smart mouth, can be dealt with, and so with the blade covered in red does the sharp part rest against the organ before midori swipe it across to cut it off in one, single motion. the muscle in his grasp useless, and with it in his hand, he holds it up to the light. he could use it, he holds onto it, before finalizing his abuse which comes down to grabbing a handful of brown hand with the hand that holds the knife, and with his knee properly in place from when he knelt down, it's jamming the disciple's face into it, before tossing him off to the side.
...
there's this moment of moving on, by standing, not even tired as he looks over to the eyeball on the floor, and picking it up so that he has both it and the tongue. he can fix the former. ]
Clean yourself up. [ ... ] You embarrass me.
[ he turns his back to dito as he carries his prizes, not even giving him a second glace as he walks to the door, to turn it open so that he can leave. ]
[ it's a little sickening, getting such a good view of midori's eyes before his entire vision turns black.
yeah, dito definitely feels sick.
his entire body convulses when he feels the knife in his other eye, and then everything turns black. ]
You're...
[ he kind of pants out the word, his mind spinning as he's lost his entire eyesight in the motion. it's unnerving, and he doesn't like it. he wants to kill this guy so badly. and he would attempt it more properly, had he any grip on his weapon. the fluids dripping down his face just cause him to laugh again. he hates this so much, and it doesn't even feel real in a sense.
but he knows it's real, because he can't see shit and he feels midori's fingers in his mouth. tastes the faint metallic flavor on his tongue for the brief few seconds that he still has it connected to him.
he groans in his throat almost immediately as it's cut off.
he can't see shit, and his hands grasp aimlessly forward for something, only to be met with the sudden grasp in his hair. he's torn between wanting to whine or growl right now, but instead merely ends up regurgitating a splotch of blood and vomit right then and there on the floor.
"clean up" is easier said than done, and as soon as he's released dito rolls over on all fours, blood pouring excessively out of his mouth as he coughs and gurgles on it a few times. but he won't die from this. he knows he won't die from this. he can't see anything, and that makes everything all the more annoying, but he can hear midori's footsteps and his mind is already racing in so many different ways he could possible get back at this guy.
he wants to say something so bad, but he's not quite used to having his togue cut out. so no words escape his lips -- instead his own nails dig into the floor, clawing both at the it and the viscous fluid that's fallen well out of his face by now.
he's not even sure where midori is. probably approaching the door. and he doesn't even know if midori will see it -- but regardless, he bothers to lift his nearest hand and flip the other off as he's leaving.
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it's disgusting, absolutely appalling, and what would be his luck to be roomed with someone defiling everything that's purely sacred of their living quarters. absolute filth, a sickness that's found its way into his life that he should clearly get rid of. the smell doesn't bother him, though, it's the sight because it's done without taste, it's like a madman has ran their hands over everything, smearing blood behind because they could, and ripped up anything out of their own anger. what broken person could clearly do all of this, and live in such a destructive manner that midori has to take care of now?
his eyes close, a hand raising to wave at the brunette that's laying on his bed, covered in blood that's nothing but a mess — he must reek too, and it would be fine if he could find charm in this. sadly, his rich upbringing has taught him better, tempered him, and so he has a sophisticated air about him which is a telltale sign that it won't work out living with no manners. ]
Hello!! I'm your new roommate, I hope you're as excited as meeee!
[ his eyes open, jade, disconcerting eyes rest onto the other; and the empty center stares, and only stares without blinking. ]
A pleasure to meet you, Dito. ♡
[ having names at the ready will save him time and trouble as he looks around the room, left and right to see how much has been tampered with. the walls, the floors, and he couldn't even leave the ceiling alone has been marked. he's dealing with the ill, he'll note him as the mentally unstable, and lack of better terms, insufferable. ]
I'll get you a cloth, or two [ three, four, fix, and or maybe six ] so you can clean your face, it's hard looking at you.
[ maybe that's a compliment in the ditoverse. ]
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he hums some kind of passive acknowledgement as he waves a hand, almost as if dismissing the other. ]
Yeah, well it's hard looking at a bitch that doesn't blink, either.
[ dito jerks his thumb at the other bed he's so recently destroyed. ]
Good luck with that, man. Sure you wouldn't be more comfortable in the halls?
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I have a house warming gift for you.
[ there's nothing with him to suggest he actually has it, but the best gifts are the one's you can't see. ]
With all this blood, you'd make a mess of it. [ a beat, ] When you could make it bleed yourself.
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dito rolls flat onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he heavily sighs, both with exaggeration and contempt. he's prepared to roll his eyes too, but then midori says something that he isn't anticipating at all.
his brow furrows, and he places his palms flat against the mattress and pushes himself up into a sitting position. albeit a slouchy one, because he's not even close to being well-mannered. he tilts his head to the side as he shoots midori a quizzical (and suspicious) look.
it's the proposition of more bloodletting that piques dito's interest, although he has absolutely no idea what that entails. ]
Make what bleed?
[ he wants to insult the other a little more. tell him he's a cryptic weirdo, tell him there's no house to warm here, etc & et al.
but of course, the mention of blood sets his teeth on edge. grants a little sparkle to his eyes. ]
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[ he really is stuck with an idiot, but his eyes change from jade, to a circle center, and a red ring around it before returning back to one solid color. was it to make his words appear threatening, or could it have been him trying to gain the other's interest? ]
The sharp crack or bones, the splatter of blood that hits the wall as the heart beats... you want to do this all over again, don't you?
[ no need to be poetic, but he can see the sparkle in the male's eyes that tells him what he cares about. pain, torture, a completely unhinged addition to the world that has to be treated. he's sick, but not in the way that midori would prefer, he seems clearly capable with seeing through torture, not with hate, but with a sort of love.
... ]
Close your eyes, and you'll be met with your surprise.
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it's not like midori's the first to offer him a body, either. and he's kind of excited about that, since it's been a good while since he's gotten a fresh one to mutilate. he does want it so badly. to repeat everything, to douse everything in blood with love; especially so if there's an actual corpse he can involve in it all. which is what causes him to tilt his head. ]
Yeah, yeah... So I close my eyes, and where's the corpse? It's not fitting in that ugly scarf of yours, that's for sure.
[ still, he's curious. even if it's just a measly body part, which he's used to. those are still fun. any kind of flesh is fun. anything he can destroy or squeeze more out of.
with a scoff through his nose, he closes his eyes, even moving both of his hands up to cover each eye in an almost mockingly playful way. ]
Should I count to ten or something?
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[ that's the best part, it's where the brain is located, it's where he can mess with the memories of a person that they remember or forget. be it through torture, his hands, or the tip of a scalpel. if dito can appreciate this, then perhaps they'll work well together, but he honestly doubts it. ]
I hope this works as a token of our beautiful friendship.
[ he teases, but it comes off gentle as if he doesn't mind creating their relationship. truth of the matter is, there's no one he needs, all he has to ensure is that they play accordingly to his game. they don't have to be on his side, they just have to exist in general. like even now, dito was never part of his plan, but after his little, messy display of the bedroom, he has to train him properly. this won't do, especially when he's a doctor first, a medical practitioner that has to be relied on by others because he can do anything. even now he can handle this situation without a mistake.
one hand lifts, touching the red scarf around his neck, his fingers dig into the fabric for a moment from how soft it is. what does he know that hides there, it'll be all he knows and will live by soon enough. ]
Come on then, count.
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he frowns all of a sudden, splitting his fingers so he can shoot the other an unimpressed look. ]
If you're bullshitting me, I'll kill you.
[ but still, he can't fight the curiosity. the thought of getting a fresh head...of getting to stab into something that intricate. extract the brains, spoon out the eyes (and then smash them!), cut out a tongue, scalp someone's freshly decapitated head-- oh god, is it decapitated? the thought is exciting, and oh so distracting, and yet it's hard for him to fully immerse himself with nothing to go on.
his eyes roll up a bit before he closes the spaces between his fingers again, sticking his tongue out at the other in a clearly ridiculing way before he starts counting down. hell, he doesn't even know if he's going to finish, really. ]
Ten, night, eight, die, six, die, four--...
[ he just refuses to do it correctly. ]
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That's my lovely gift from me to you.
[ his eyes widen, jade, unblinking eyes watch dito with twisted interest, and the smile on his face twists into something crueler. he takes joy out of what he's seeing, which, he's sure the other doesn't know what it is, but that doesn't matter because the reaction will be worth the wait.
it's been awhile since he's seen someone dress accordingly before him, his eyes scanning over the youth's body before looking off to the side. ]
Let's go, Dito. You're all dressed.
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there's a quiet groan of both discomfort and surprise when he suddenly feels cool metal, and his hands then both quickly move toward his neck where he's feeling said coldness -- obviously, his eyes snap open as well. brows furrow together as he immediately realizes there's a ring around his neck, which he first and foremost inelegantly attempts to yank off.
one of his eyelids practically twitches at this point, because he's definitely jerking on it to no avail. ]
What the hell, man--
[ dito's a bit panicked by it, even. he doesn't like it. all he knows is he wants it off, and he moves to grab at the dagger he keeps at his hip, immediately moving it up to try and slide it between the ring and his own neck, attempting to cut through the foreign object right then and there. ]
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[ an airy voice with a chill at the end of his words while speaking the male's name. it's a good thing he found one of these on the way here, and that the school is working in his favor. dito's too wild, from the blood smeared over everything, he's way too loose to allow complete freedom around him.
midori chuckles. ]
My, oh my! You're like a puppy, you get used to it. I wonder what tag I should get you? Perhaps my name written on the back as your owner. ♡
[ lovely.
as dito attempts to cut the item off, it does not... come off by normal means. it's a collar for the majority game, they've seen many simulations of how participants would go about trying to take it off. ]
Want to feel what it does?
[ his struggle is all the more satisfying than the color red that paints the walls. he claps his hands together, urging the male to move. ]
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[ he does attempt to cut through it, only for his eyes to narrow more and his eyebrows to furrow when his knife doesn't even chisel a little through the...collar. choker. neckband. whatever. he isn't fucking calling it a collar.
his shoulder rolls in irritation, and he turns his own dagger opposite by its hilt in his hand to free a few fingers so he can feel around for somewhere he can remove it. he's only feeling more irritated and unnerved by the second that he can't just cut or take it off, but then his mind switches to the quickest and most obvious solution here.
he has a knife.
this all sets his teeth on edge, and his eyes flick up to glare at midori as soon as he realizes he can't just remove it so easily. but this guy can. he's the one that put it on, after all. ]
I already told you I'd kill you for screwing with me. If you don't get this shit off, you're about to get an even worse housewarming gift.
[ his eyes widen slightly as he turns the knife in his grip again, only to end up pointing it at midori. ]
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[ with the knife pointed towards him, he ignores it in favor of where can he get a dog tag made, and what number he should put on the back. "return to owner in moon four" sounds perfect, he fancies the idea, laughing softly to himself as he leans left to right, enjoying himself. he loves to see people work, strive, amount to something, and he'll crush them under his heel every time. at this point, dito reminds him of nothing but a wild animal that he has to snip the tail of, and then neuter so he doesn't gain any infections or problems down the line.
removing his head will do just that. ]
How adorable, do you really think I can't tame you... that would be your first mistake.
[ bold, he sits down on the bed that's probably covered in fucking filth, but he doesn't make himself comfortable, rather, he's off in the corner where he doesn't have to touch any of the dried blood as he looks at dito with immediate interest. hopefully the youth doesn't bore him, there's too much to be done, and so if anyone wastes his time, he'll have to get it back.
he's aware the other might just stab him, but who is that supposed to scare? ]
Ahahahahaha... ahaha... okay! Okay! I'll get it off. Don't stab me, alright?
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[ he says, even as he's clearly perturbed over having something on his neck. it bothers him, and he's far too aware of the feeling of a foreign object there. literally everything this guys says bothers him, and when the other moves to sit down and act like everything's trivial, it pisses dito off all the more.
the laughter and casual attitude doesn't help at all to calm dito down, but he still tilts his head with a sneer when the other offers that last proposition. ]
... Okay. Get it off, then.
[ should he retract his knife for this? it's not like dito can't stab the other whenever he wants, but he at least lowers the knife from pointing it at the other. even if he doesn't trust him for a second. ]
What's you're fuckin' problem, anyway?
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[ that's his problem, he wants to know what makes dito cave, what makes him fear, what pushes him against a wall without lifting a simple finger. he has so many reasons why he acts the way he does, and he's learned that his roommate will kill him —
he will not die again.
it's a mantra in his head, he's worked far too hard for everything to be wasted. he won't let the same thing happen to him again. not from someone as stupid as the person before him, but ah, he's so young, they do have so much to learn. ]
Do you know why it's important?
[ he digs into his pocket, pulling out the bedroom key, and as he holds it up, he realizes that this won't work. sticking it back into his pocket, he did that to act as if he's searching for an item to take it off. instead, he chuckles softly to himself as his fingers brush over a small item in his pocket. ]
Because I'll do what my patients need for their betterment. So I'll take it off.
[ with a click, the button on dito's neck begins to vibrate, once, twice...
third, four...
...
the collar's square button is glowing bright red, until it changes green, but the entirety of the item begins to warm up, hotter and hotter against dito's neck, readily burning into his skin— ]
Your head, that is.
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dito tilts his head to the side, a clear quizzical look on his face as the other continues speaking. just what the fuck does he even mean by all of this?
he refrains from saying anything as he thinks the other is pulling out a key, but then it turns out he isn't at all -- and dito's frown sets further.
he sighs through his nose, crossing his arms even as he's still gripping the knife. it's hard to gauge whether midori is a threat or an annoyance.
definitely something of a threat, but way more of an annoyance. dito can't tell if the other is playing games or what; he just knows he wants the damn intrusion off his neck. ]
I'm not your patient, psycho.
[ he's about to carry one. say something sharp about how he doesn't care about the other's business or calling or what-have-you. how he only gives a damn about the other getting this shit off of him and then leaving his room.
but that's when he notices the buzzing on his neck. ]
... Huh?
[ one of dito's hands immediately shoots up to grab at the collar, attempting to yank at it to no avail as it gets warm. it's just instinct, really, to try and get something that's starting to burn against your skin off of you. even if it's useless.
and it really is useless, dito quickly realizes. his eyes widen even as his brows knit in both frustration and panic, his fingers trying to delve between his neck and the collar in spite of the aggravating temperature. he huffs a loud breath, his other hand gripping the dagger all the more as he moves to try and repeat the same steps as before. logically, it's stupid -- he already knows the knife won't cut. but he can't just stand there and do nothing, and the knife is abnormally cool, so it provides a tinge of relief regardless. even as his knees feel weaker from dealing with all of this, and he suddenly drops to them as he considers what else he has on hand that might cut this shit off.
nothing nearby, of course.
it's stupid, grabbing at something that's only going to ultimately burn his hand and trying to cut it off in such a frazzled way that he's at risk of cutting his own neck here. but there's not much else he can do.
he's actually sweating now. even panting a little as he realizes this thing is going to kill him. christ, this is absolutely the last way he wanted to die. he's so mad, to the point that he's gripping the dagger in his hand until his knuckles turn white. maybe he can at least stab this annoying guy first, maybe he can have the satisfaction of seeing his blood splash onto the bed--
but he coughs, breath heaving and eye twitching as he looks up toward the other. ]
The fuck...
[ he spits the few words out angrily, even if they sound slightly choked up.
he's fantasizing wildly about crossing the gap between them, just so he can shove his knife right between those stupid green eyes of his. he can do at least that, he thinks. ]
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this individual is useless.
with a smile, it doesn't reach his eyes, not responding to dito as he waits for the collar to do its job. seeing the black ring around his neck is an excellent response, just a bit more time, hearing him gasping for breath until the next is his last. as a doctor, learning about the human body is important so that he can use that information on the next, and someone with such homicidal tendencies can fall so easily... he'll write this down in a document later, and maybe he'll write in cursive at the very bottom that the subject died from burns.
no matter what he does, asunaro technology won't break to simple means, so many participants have tried, and fails. even shin who managed to remove only suffered death from something so idiotic, and to watch dito do the same leaves a sour taste in his mouth. they should be glad that someone like midori will kill them instead, it's him doing a favor, it's him adding a sprinkle of love— no one will love dito, and kill him at the same time like midori would. ]
Are you afraid? Do you think you're going to kill me when I can kill you first...?
[ he chuckles, entertained by the male's efforts as he watches him come from his knees to his feet, and there's a sly smile that grows onto his face.
getting to his feet, he has a feeling the other wants to jab that knife into him, but where? that's no good. walking over to dito, midori steps on the wrist that holds the knife, grinding his soles into the skin, and weight of his other foot rests on the back of the male's head, pushing down to force him completely to the ground in a praying position. he's yet to stop the collar from burning, and even the color is started to brighten as it grows hotter. ]
Obey me, and I'll let you live.
[ his eyes look now encompass yellow rings, green rings, and a center dot of red— voice controlling, waiting, because he doesn't mind severing the male's head from his neck in a matter of moment. ]
You have ten seconds, or your life is forfeit.
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and still, he ends up scoffing in a derisive way.
one corner of his mouth turns up in a twisted way, even as he's in undeniable pain here and entirely pissed off. he doesn't know if he'll live or not per se, but he's taken bad injuries like this before. his body, the body of a disciple, it doesn't take well to normal methods of torture of injury.
midori will have to entirely finish the job for dito to not recover from this. and dito knows that, at least. this is truly the worst, and yet dito's not entirely worried. if it as another intoner, if it was another disciple, if it was the sin of summoning another angel without permission... he might be more worried. but he has no reason to be worried in yogen. not as of yet.
he laughs, even if it's hoarse from the current burning metal on his throat. ]
You sure I'll die from this?
[ he looks up to meet midori's eyes just as the other's foot hits his wrist, his grip tightening on the knife he's still got. his face momentarily contorts into something angrier -- oh, if he could just stab the other where it would hit right.
his muscles convulse slightly from the pain from the collar, but he's at least still cognizant. oh so cognizant of the other's foot on the back of his head.
what can he do in 10 seconds.
it's what he's thinking about, even as he groans in sheer annoyance. he considers a few options here in spite of the apparent futility of the situation. but there's still something he's sure midori didn't consider at least.
he turns his head to the side as much as he can with midori's heel on it, just so he can blatantly spit on the other's shoes. ]
I'm not human, jackass.
[ it's the only thing he has -- his other hand not being preoccupied. so he'll move it to switch possession of the knife with the hand that's currently beneath midori's foot.
if he's able to do this, he'll be immediately stabbing his dagger right into midori's ankle that's on his other wrist. ]
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it's when dito switches hands, jabbing the knife into his knee — ]
Aaaah! Ougggh—
[ it starts off as, but his knee doesn't buckle with the knife jabbed in, and instead the painful gasps turn into little shaky laughters, and then... ]
Aaahahaha... Ahahaha! Just kidding! ✰ [ there's a sparkle in his voice. ] Fooled you, didn't I?
[ he sounds fine, that pain that he faked meant nothing with how quick his masks switches. it's him leaning forward, wrapping his fingers wound the hilt of the blade to pull out that makes this hilarious. there's no blood, there's no nothing to say he's even been stabbed.
...
that's because hiyori isn't entirely human himself. this is where he paid his longevity, by giving himself away for eternal life. with the blade in his hand, he stares at the blade thinking that it would be nice to steal, especially as he watches the collar around the male's neck glow brighter. ah, he shouldn't just stand here and do nothing.
what can midori do in ten seconds?
a step back and dropping the knife down handle first, he's able to balance the weapon on the top of his other foot that held dito's head down. it's with a quick draw back of his leg, and kicking it forward with the blade still perfectly erect does he kick it right into one of dito's eyes, jabbing in the blade without a care in the world. if he's not human, then he guesses this won't do anything much, but it gives the idea that he shouldn't be messed with either. ]
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at least before midori presents him with an entire turn of events.
dito's stomach drops when he watches the other pull his own weapon out that seamlessly, not even bleeding or anything -- it makes dito wrinkle his nose, because god is it a fucking let-down to not have any blood at all. it's worse than being ugly, because at least ugly people have a plethora of viscous and beautiful bodily fluids to offer.
this guy is just giving annoying.
dito's in the middle of thinking his next move when midori moves first, and dito really isn't expecting this kind of action from the other. his hand that's free moves to grab tightly at midori's pant leg, gribbing the fabric tight as he lowers his head into the other's shoe.
-- he's bleeding, profusely. and he knows he can't see from the eye he's currently burying into midori's shoe. because there's a fucking knife in it, and he wonders if delving any further would result in the edge sinking right into his brain. maybe that would be nice. he can't see anything after all.
but he's still here, and he's still cognizant, to his regret. he's never felt more torn between wanting to die and killing someone else before, and while it's taking a good few seconds longer for his brain to catch up, he's quickly realizing he does not like this bitch and he most certainly is not interested in dying here or by his hand.
even if he's clearly not on a winning end here, looking up at the other with a bloody, coagulating eye socket that's been freshly stabbed into. it feels so heavy in his eye that he can't help but use a hand that isn't grabbing at midori's pant leg to rip it out of his own eye.
blood and juices splatter across the floor, along with his own eyeball that's just been ripped out roughly in the motion -- it rolls a few inches away from them, and it probably would've stayed wedged on the knife itself had dito not pulled it out with such force. ]
Haaugh...agh...
[ as much as he'd like to, he's never dealt with a literal eye of his own being stabbed, and his only good eye darts to stare at it as it's rolling, bloodily and disfigured, along his own dorm floor.
he laughs. it hurts, and he can feel the sickening (and somehow delightful) fluids dripping down his vacant eye socket right now. he even moves his free hand up to touch at it, fingers sliding across his own cheek before delving into the vacant space his in his own head, as if to confirm that yes, that is definitely his own eye there on the ground. it's useless now, he thinks, but the disgusting fluids dripping down his own face from his newly vacant eyesocket?
it's fine. it's fun. he laughs.
he sticks his own fingers deeper into his vacant eye socket, his brows rising as he looks up at midori. it hurts, it sucks -- but it also makes dito so excited. he loves this, and he wants more of it. even if he doesn't like being on the lower hand of it all.
but he's not dead, so that's all that counts.
he grins, in spite of the grotesque bleeding socket in his eye right now. ]
Haha... That actually hurt. Gonna go for my head next?
[ it seems the obvious conclusion, considering his own stab attempt on the other that ended up being useless... ]
I know you're not real.
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no one will kill him, no one else.
the hand that holds onto his pant's leg is annoying, and with a kick, he does that to push it off. he doesn't want to be held down, no one can keep midori stuck in one place, and everything he does is for a reason, and because he can do it. they're already dead, so what more can the other lose in the afterlife. it's a sight to behold with the weapon lodged into his socket, how the blade cuts the stop and the bottom as midori glances down— his own eyes have reverted back into theur typical jade, but there's a faint glow to them. he's waiting, biding his time for his head to split from the collar as it burns against his neck, and since he isn't human, perhaps there's added minutes for him. it's fine, as long as he suffers, squirms or does anything that admits he's in pain; midori accepts it.
liquid spurts onto the floor, on his shoe, down the youth's face, and midori watches silently. he's sane enough, unlike the other who laughs, finding a sort of happiness through his torture. this is what he learns from seeing dito enjoy himself, and that's how midori understands in what ways he should treat his patients. if he was a normal human, he could have died from that puncture had it went in deeper, but the most he'd lose is his vision in that one eye. ]
Is this what you like?
[ as far as the eyes can see, he'll capitalize on that, and it's by one swift motion as he snatches the blade from dito's hand as the other is too busy digging into his empty socket. fingers covered in a disgusting yellow, mix with white and red. he laughs, humored by his words as he's able to say them without a stutter. there's an inflation of his ego, a victory down on the ground before him, and he doesn't know how horrible dito has been here within the school so far; and none of that matters to midori. he wants power, he wants success, as long as things go his way because of how much work he's put into his actions, nothing will go wrong.
the world belongs to him, it's as he made it, and no one will make it shake unless he decides for it to. the moment he walked in this room, it had already been decided, it's just making the other kneel, and accept. just a bit more, as long as he can keep this up without a shake in his foundation. ]
I'm not real at all. [ he's erased his existence, he's like smoke and all dito's hands will do is slip through. ] I'm your worst nightmare. ♡
[ his voice playful as his grip on the handle tightens, and the other hand holds dito's chin in place. forcing his gaze up so that they can see eye to eyes, dito can witness how bright midori's eyes are, and the pleasant smile on his face before his arm quickly swings towards the male's face, the knife following a different motion, and rather than the same eye— it's the other. he's not human so it's fine, if dito survives this then he'll be here with his nightmare as long as he lives. his head isn't enough, and if he enjoys digging those disgusting little fingers inside of himself, if he can love the moisture, then midori will help him. he turns the blade left then right, his eyes widening as this is about survival and showing his dominance. warm liquid splatters red onto his hand, but that doesn't stop him from passing a soupy substance of the eye so that he can blind the other indefinitely.
it's a yank back, pulling the blade out with a drip of the liquid, and what follows next isn't as worse as the former, but there's this feeling inside of midori that tells him to continue. he's a doctor, so he'll cut out the sickness, everything that the other taints by touch and sight, smell, hearing, and so on and so forth. the strength on dito's jaw tightens as it remains in midori's hand, showing that he's not anywhere near human—
he is in a way, still human, he's nothing so mystical as others would take him for. he's just someone who prepared, worked, and fought tooth and nail to get where he is, though being in yogen after an unfortunate death wasn't meant to happen, rules change.
parting dito's mouth open as he probably marvels over his excitement of being tortured, it's not that he needs to keep this hold up, because bloody, eye-stained fingers are digging into the male's mouth to grab his tongue. he has a smart mouth, can be dealt with, and so with the blade covered in red does the sharp part rest against the organ before midori swipe it across to cut it off in one, single motion. the muscle in his grasp useless, and with it in his hand, he holds it up to the light. he could use it, he holds onto it, before finalizing his abuse which comes down to grabbing a handful of brown hand with the hand that holds the knife, and with his knee properly in place from when he knelt down, it's jamming the disciple's face into it, before tossing him off to the side.
...
there's this moment of moving on, by standing, not even tired as he looks over to the eyeball on the floor, and picking it up so that he has both it and the tongue. he can fix the former. ]
Clean yourself up. [ ... ] You embarrass me.
[ he turns his back to dito as he carries his prizes, not even giving him a second glace as he walks to the door, to turn it open so that he can leave. ]
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yeah, dito definitely feels sick.
his entire body convulses when he feels the knife in his other eye, and then everything turns black. ]
You're...
[ he kind of pants out the word, his mind spinning as he's lost his entire eyesight in the motion. it's unnerving, and he doesn't like it. he wants to kill this guy so badly. and he would attempt it more properly, had he any grip on his weapon. the fluids dripping down his face just cause him to laugh again. he hates this so much, and it doesn't even feel real in a sense.
but he knows it's real, because he can't see shit and he feels midori's fingers in his mouth. tastes the faint metallic flavor on his tongue for the brief few seconds that he still has it connected to him.
he groans in his throat almost immediately as it's cut off.
he can't see shit, and his hands grasp aimlessly forward for something, only to be met with the sudden grasp in his hair. he's torn between wanting to whine or growl right now, but instead merely ends up regurgitating a splotch of blood and vomit right then and there on the floor.
"clean up" is easier said than done, and as soon as he's released dito rolls over on all fours, blood pouring excessively out of his mouth as he coughs and gurgles on it a few times. but he won't die from this. he knows he won't die from this. he can't see anything, and that makes everything all the more annoying, but he can hear midori's footsteps and his mind is already racing in so many different ways he could possible get back at this guy.
he wants to say something so bad, but he's not quite used to having his togue cut out. so no words escape his lips -- instead his own nails dig into the floor, clawing both at the it and the viscous fluid that's fallen well out of his face by now.
he's not even sure where midori is. probably approaching the door. and he doesn't even know if midori will see it -- but regardless, he bothers to lift his nearest hand and flip the other off as he's leaving.
since he can't use his own words. ]