[Darus]

It was a warm summer day and the sakura were in full bloom. Pink petals fell to the ground graciously and filled the air with a serene tranquility.

Vermilion City was bustling with the usual crowd of serious, short-haired businessmen on their way to work. At this hour the schoolgirls were also out and about, their miniskirts flowing in the breeze as they skipped through the concrete streets. In the glorious home country, everything was peaceful.

However, a lone dissenter emerged. Having finished his bowl of rice and the contents of his green bamboo chawan, Gurei-kun uncrossed his legs and stood, keeping his eyes closed metrosexually and pondering on the moment. After letting his long, lusterous blue-black hair flow in the summer breeze, he began walking along the grassy field towards the honorable Yamamoto Aoichin Tenshu Dojo. His eyes were filled with a mysterious, serious look, reflecting the depth and intensity of his thoughts.

Inside, he came to the familiar room in which he had spent his days learning the way of the warrior. He carefully moved the scrolling door to the side and stepped inside.

"Shigumma-sensei. Forgive my most dishonorable intrusion," he said, bowing his head intensely, indicating the deep level of respect he had for the figure sitting on the tatami mat before him.

[Sigma]

Shigumma sat in a lotus position on the tatami mat, eyes closed. He was wearing a black kimono with golden ornamental spaulders decorating his shoulders. Shigummas bright white hair was flowing in the wind that seeped through the open sliding door. Shigumma slowly stood up, opened his eyes and raised his hand toward his pupil. His red eyes were filled with seriousness and badassery. His face was emotionless. "Do you bring good news, Gurei-kun?" he asked. "I do hope the operation has been a success."

[Darus]

Gurei hesitated, letting out a sudden throat movement that sounded like a bizarre mix between a gasp and a cough. Subtle enough to barely be heard but obvious enough to display that something was wrong. His eyes moved to the side as he recalled the events of the past few days.

The two figures walked across the snowy path before them. In the distance a great mountain could be seen. A young girl walked beside him, her bright pink hair, kept slightly shorter than Gurei's, bouncing with each step.

"Neeeeeeeeh? Look, Gurei-kun! It's snow!" she said, stopping in place and doing an exaggerated pointing gesture. She ran ahead and began twirling in place, laughing at the sight.

"Hmph," Gurei said, crossing his arms and closing his eyes with stern concentration. "Myu-chan, you must stop acting so dishonorably. We are on a mission, and we do not have time to waste."

"Awwwwww! Gurei-kun, you're so mean!" Myu put her arms on her hips and pouted dramatically. Suddenly, Gurei cast her a sharp look, his eyes glaring with the intensity of a thousand burning suns. He quickly glanced away, and then walked ahead of her. Myu hesitated, blushing uncontrollably. "W-what's so important about this stupid scroll, anyway? It's not like we're in a rush or anything!"

"Shigumma-sensei assigned this because it is of the utmost priority," Gurei said. "We must safely deliver the great honorable scroll of wisdom. It contains over 1000 years of ancient proctology methods, and we cannot allow it to fall into the wrong hands. For that purpose we must move swiftly." Myu-chan was still not thoroughly convinced and would have to be beaten later, but she ceased her outbursts and followed behind. As they continued down the path, trees appeared with greater frequency and then soon found themselves in a forest.

Gurei stopped suddenly and reached for his katana, his honed samurai instincts indicating incoming danger.

"Gurei-kun?"

Without saying a word Gurei instantaneously cut two enemy samurai, hidden in the bushes behind him, in two. Myu-chan held her sword in front of her and pretended to be useful. Gurei did battle with the army of nameless sockpuppets, honorably defeating them while striking cool poses. Myu-chan looked on in awe but did nothing because she was a woman. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared.

"Hmph, we meet again, Gurei."

"T...That person...!" Gurei said, eyes opened wide. He gritted his teeth dramatically. That person came at him and the two did battle. In the process Gurei's kimono was cut slightly, but of course he was completely unharmed.

"It's... It's... Roitsu! Only he could send this many sockpuppets!" Myu-chan said, placing her hands on her face in shock.

"Roitsu... You bastard!" Gurei shouted. "I can never let you get the great honorable scroll of wisdom!"

"You cannot stop me. With the scroll my practice of proctology will go unquestioned!" he responded. His soft long, blonde hair flowed behind him gracefully. He held in his hands the Inkeichippoke, a sword of great evil with the power to control people's minds. Only one in his bloodline could wield the deadly blade.

"I'd rather die!" The two charged at each other, and Roitsu managed to outmaneuver Gurei's slashes and somehow ended up hitting him with the blunt edge of his sword and then kick him a few times instead of actually delivering a fatal blow. The scroll came flying out of Gurei's kimono for some reason.

"Fufufu. I shall hold you to your word. Sayounara, Gurei." Everything went in slow motion and Roitsu raised his sword and dramatically swung it in Gurei's general direction.

When Gurei opened his eyes, Myu-chan was horribly dismembered. As the top half of her body fell to the ground her pink hair flowed through the air sadly. This reminded him of a hentei he watched once.

"M...MYU CHAN!!!" Gurei screamed. He ran forward one step and held her body in his arms.

"Gu...Rei... I'm sorry... I was... too reckless..." Myu said, slowly and weakly. She coughed a few times as copious quantities of blood poured all over the ground.

"You were foolish and let your womanly feelings get in the way." Gurei stated, eyes clenched with tears.

"Gurei... Please... Even in death... I want you to be... the one to..." she looked at him, blushing. "...Deflower me..." she managed to gasp, before closing her eyes.

"Damn you, Roitsu," Gurei said, teeth clenched. "Myu-chan... You will receive an honorable cremation."

"Fufufu. How tragic." Roitsu picked up the scroll and held it in his hands. "Wallow in your misery, dishonorable shounen."

"ROITSSSSUUUUUU" Gurei screamed.

"I... I'm sorry sensei. Myu-chan... She... I... The scroll..." Gurei couldn't hold the tears back and began sobbing uncontrollably. He looked totally kawaii and sensitive with his bishie hair blowing around his eyes.

[Sigma]

Shigumma moved ever nearer until his body was close against Gurei's. He gently stroked his cheek and wiped away Gurei's tears with his thumb. "Gurei.. you've always been my favorite pupil. Never forget that."

[Darus]

"Sh...Shigumma-sensei..." Gurei stared into his master's eyes, lips parted ever so slightly. His body faltered against Shigumma's slightly less feminine physique.

[Sigma]

He hugged Gurei tightly for a minute, feeling something hard pressing up against his thigh. He took a step back and pulled out his Katana. The katana was two times the size of a normal katana, but Shigumma was able to wield it with ease. "You know what we have to do now, Gurei."

[Darus]

"I... I understand, sensei. I have been training for this moment all of my life." He walked forward and knelt down on the tatami mat. He drew his katana and held it in his hands before turning it towards his own chest.

[Sigma]

Shigumma turned his katana towards his own stomach aswell. "Gurei-kun.. today, we commit seppuku and leave this earth honourably." he said. "On the count of three, we join the afterlife. One.. Two.. Three." He plunged the huge katana into his own body. He let out a groan as his eyes slowly faded. "Gurei.. kun.." he said, and then let out a gasp. Moments later, he collapsed on the floor, organs sticking out of his stomach.

[Darus]

In the same instant, Gurei followed suit, stabbing himself violently in the chest. His body rocked back and forth in ecstasy, and he couldn't help but groan out in pleasure as the sword was inserted tightly into his body. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before and he couldn't stop as he shoved it deeper and deeper inside of himself, his moans getting louder each time. Gratuitous quantities of blood poured out all over the floor.



Two minutes later Gurei-kun realized that he wasn't dead.

"Kusou. Even in death I have failed my studies of the way of the samurai." He looked longingly at the bloody corpse of his master.

He gently raped his master's body before dying of blood loss and collapsing on top of him.

[Lucien]

whattatweest

[Kalyu]

I don't get it, you guys will do this shit but you won't post in the actual RP?

Or are you two just waaay more weeaboo than I thought.

[Sinister Grunts]

Little of A and a little of B methinks.

[Darus]

The entire premise of this post was to horribly kill our characters off since we don't do anything with them in the main RP

The weaboo stuff got added because seppuku somehow seemed appropriate.