All we hear is a BANG B A N G {Masato}

[Prentice 'Ren' Urban]

PRENTICE 'REN' URBAN
THE WORLD BEFORE ME
FRACTURES IN
S I L E N C E

‘Hey there, otouto, I should hope that you know who this is by now. It’s been hell trying to get through to you, you know that? According to the news your little patch of heaven is under the doom of another hurricane. So just be safe and try not to drown. Anyways since you are under the doom of being confined to a building I guess we will just have to postpone our little get together, yes? Call me when you get the chance.’

A ghost of a smile crossed Ren’s lips at the message the one person who he seemed to have a bond to had always been able to do that. Reach him in the middle of a hurricane and in some ways raise his mood to the point where he no longer felt like killing anyone. With a flick of fingers over the keypad of his phone he bypasses the message for the next one.

‘Ren… It’s Kaji. Ari… Was in an accident. We are on our way to the hospital now and I will call you once we get more information.’

The plastic casing of the cell phone should have been melted already, or just burst in to flames, under the intensity of an unblinking stare. Pale fingers wrapped too tightly around the weakly groaning plastic. A tiny voice repeating words yet again, falling somewhere distant with in the confines of the listener's mind, a moment of quiet before those fingers moved pressing a button and numbly listening to the message over again. The battery bar flickered weakly, a heart struggling to beat, the onslaught of sudden usage too much for it. Another replay before the phone guttered and died. For a brief moment it was free of the constricting fingers managing a lazy aerial cartwheel before it collided with the nearest wall with a dull thud and shedding pieces of it's self as it fell. More pieces exploded from the small plastic body when it hit the ground. An expensive laptop followed after, by a brief few seconds, although only managed a weak spin before it clattered against the side of his open closet managing to land intact half inside an empty shoe box.

Perhaps he should have worried about his next door neighbors hearing the chaos with in his room. With Masato on one side, although he was never really quite sure what to think of the other man really other than perhaps he had to be careful, and the ridiculous man who had a hat obsession, not that he was too worried about the other one. Maybe he should have tried to get the hell out of his own room and outside where he could rip things to shreds with out that quiet part of his mind reminding him that it would be bad if he hurt others. If he hurt a student and lost the one thing that he had grasped after getting out of SA he wasn’t sure what he would do. His nails dug in to the skin of his palms the effort of attempting not to utterly loose it stretching his nerves tight.

Calm… Need to stay calm.

Another few objects went flying the final thread of what little composure he had left snapped, a highlighter and two much heavier text books, clattering against the same wall as the cell phone had hit. A hand landed heavily on the now clean desk top, nails cutting in to the wood, as too heavy breaths finding their way through a too tight throat. Black hair was already half stuck to his skull, part of it glistening strangely, the other style styled as he had done it in the morning. Ren looked somewhere between exhausted and having come from a rousing fight. His white shirt had blood on it although it looked like the bulk of it had come from him rather than some one else at least. The blue jeans considerably less bloody than the shirt, only a few spare drops, oddly clean given the rest of his rather rough appearance.

It was a dull thud, a dull weak pain, when he brought his fist down on the wood of the desk. Once, twice, thrice. Still not enough pain to over take the icy pain, hate, that solidified some where in his chest. Another series of hits to the top of the desk until the constricting fire in his chest eased. A hissing breath made it's way in to tight lungs barely easing passed the knot that had lodged it's self in the back of his throat. The anger and hate pooled through his veins, some really quiet part of his mind tried to tell him that he should just stop, made his heart pound and twisted him. He took a step back from the desk, choosing to ignore the pain of his thoughts for the rage, forcing an even breath in to his lungs. Ren's entire body tightening at the sound of something falling behind him and the sound of shattering glass.

KILL…!

A low hiss escaped his lips at the thought of the animal inside him, the tiger that wanted out to hunt and run, it ground against his bones. Drawing in yet another breath he twisted his body grasping blindly for the drawer and the object inside it. A simple switchblade knife that had its usual residence in his drawer, or against his skin when the mood struck, now was one of those times. He needed to be calm, calm… And pain helped him keep his calm, keep him sane, now if only he could figure out how to work the bloody drawer. A low growl pushed passed his lips as he pulled back and kicked the desk. Other than creating a satisfyingly loud thump and causing pain to sing through him momentarily it did nothing for him at all. Not enough pain to bring him back to a saner place with in his mind and not enough of anything really. He took a step back from the desk and delivered another kick to its underside yet again rattling around the contents and getting no closer to actually managing to get the bloody thing open.

With a low growl he turned away from the desk, stumbling almost drunkenly, knocking a glass from the surface of his dresser. With a wordless cry he pushed the dresser back against the wall fingers digging in the wood he took a breath. Trying to remember the fact that it was broken glass, nothing more than broken glass, not something worse than that. He all but threw one of the drawers from his dresser across the room sending yet more things in to disarray as he negligently threw various items aside till his fingers wrapped around the one he wanted. Another knife, although not at sharp as the one locked in his desk and probably not half as sanitary, flicking the blade out from the handle. Crouched in the middle of the chaos that his room had become with a knife in hand Ren tilted his head slightly at it. Watching his reflection on the slender blade and wondering why, for the first time in his life, it just did not feel correct at all. With another wordless sound he flung the knife away, nothing fancy this time just a plain cut through the air before it hit the wall beside his door point first. Enough to give him a pause as he took in the door almost frowning at it as his mind worked on how to get out of the room. He lunged for the door with another animalistic sound; bodily crashing against the door, clawing it had it for a few moments before drawing back from it. He lunged at the door again only to be thwarted by it once more and too deaf to hear the cracking of the wood as it started to give way under him. A couple more hits to the wood and he spilled out in to the hallway. Dazed he struggled to breathe as he sluggishly fought his way to his knees with the help of the wall just barely with in his reach.

Whatever it was that was at the forefront of his mind and looked out his eyes was not an entity that could have been considered human. It was something between his human personality and the animal personality. It raged and seethed and was not entirely something that could be considered sane by any stretch of imagination. His teeth showed slightly as he looked up and down the hallway, breathless and half crazed, trying to decide which way to go. Which way would cause the most mayhem and pain.

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Tagged: Masato.
Outfit: Too lazy to link. >> It ish in post though.
Word Count: 1000-ish.
Images: Edited By Me
Lyrics: Pretty Little Angel by Moonbootica&&IAMX
Layout: Mine
OOC comment: Well Ren's gone batshit crazy it seems and my muse hates me. And just let me know if I need to change anything. ._.'

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[Masato Jin Pfeiffer]

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Click-click, pitter-patter; Click-click, pitter-patter.

The panes of glass that constructed Masato's only window had suffered quite a bit of abuse over the past few days, but now it seemed that it was barely holding up underneath what were (hopefully) the last bout of thunderstorms from this accursed typhoon. The thick, sultry humidity outside clashed with the cold and dry atmosphere of the male's room, and each and every knuckle of rain that tapped against one side of the glass caused the aperture to shudder and sigh, creating a frosted coat of condensation on the other side. Amongst the incessant sound of rainfall were the sounds of fingertips punching in key after key of a sleek black laptop, creating a soft but never-ending orchestra fit for a silent, busy teacher. He sat diligently at his desk as he worked, with several document programs bearing all sorts of projects and assignments opened up on the small, digital screen… as well as the Internet. Two tabs were open in his browser, as they always were: the academy's "chat box"… and a new, blank e-mail with his father's address as the recipient.

Masato was not quite sure if his father had still been reading the messages he had sent to him over the past few years. To be honest, Masato was not even sure if either his father or his mother were still alive or not. He had been missing from both of his parent's lives for nearly half of his own, residing on some secluded little island in Hawaii. Pretending to be something that he was not, has never been, and never will be for the sake of his mother: a regular, everyday teacher at a regular, everyday academy. A human.
And yet, he still held on to the very lie that was fabricated for his own well being, just like he had been doing for the past twelve years. He would continue to hold on to the only family he had ever known, sparingly sending e-mails to separate addresses: one that his father used at home, filled with updates on how he was doing, what was going on, all wrapped up with "I miss you both so much. Let's try to keep in touch, okay?" like a bow on a present… just to appease his mother in case she ever wanted to read. The other address – his father's work address – was filled with updates of what was really going. Updates about the storm, how it was affecting all of the shifters… just about anything he could discuss to his father without their secret slipping out.

… But what else could he say to his father, who never replied back? What was there to do? He had to wonder… was he trying to keep in touch with his parents, or with former shells that had lost their affection for their only child? … Or… was he really paying homage to their corpses without even taking so much as a second to realize it? A chill ran up Masato’s spine at the thought and he squeezed his eyes shut, drawing in and forcing out slow, shaky breaths to keep himself calm. “Mutter… Vater… Bitte verzeih mir,” he murmured before minimizing the e-mail’s window to his computer’s dock, clicking onto a random document that was already pulled up before he went back to work. He continued to type once more; his mind clearing up gradually as the clicks each key gave harmonized with the drizzle of rain outside again.

… That was, until an unsuspected noise crept within his range of hearing.

Click-click, pitter-patter… thump.

Swiftly, like the fleeting of a bird, the latter sound caused this softly played orchestra to cease and scramble far away from Masato's ears, far from his mind, as if they were running and searching frantically for a place to hide. His ears perked up curiously at the sound and his long fingers froze, hovering right above his keyboard. He wasn't exactly sure what in the world the object was that would make such a sound, but he had a feeling that he knew where it came from: the dorm room beside him. Prentice Urban's room. Aside from a few encounters on the school's chat box – and even fewer encounters face-to-face – Masato had barely known the other teacher enough to be classified as a close friend. The male's personality had both intrigued him and intimidated him simultaneously, pushing him away and pulling him closer like rotating poles of a magnet. Every word that he uttered (… or typed) had piqued his curiosity, but he was a bit apprehensive when it came to a conversation, for he feared that one foot wrong – the tiniest little mistake – would send him spiraling into a vortex of deep and utter shit.
‘Perhaps… he had just dropped something,’ he disagreed with what his backstage mind was telling him and shook his head, his slender digits springing back to live to continue on with what he was doing.
… Until that ominous sound murmured to him again.
And again.
And again.
Thump, thump, thump, like the erratic beating of a drum.

Now Masato was concerned.

With furrowed brows, he slipped out of his chair and away from his desk slowly, sneaking his way over to the only barrier that kept him and Ren segregated: a thin, hollow wall that – with the right amount of force and speed – could be broken through easily. He pressed a careful ear to the drywall and listened, his lips pursed and his eyes narrowed as he tuned in on the sudden commotion happening next door. This insulated barrier muffled the purest sounds of clattering and banging, but it was still enough to awaken a feeling of anxiety within Masato, cringing slightly as it clenched and unclenched his insides like its own personal stress ball… and as the sound of glass shattered the air into tiny, transparent fragments.

‘What the hell?!’

Masato did not even have to think twice before his body began to move on its own, thoughts blurring into nil in his mind and panic throbbing in his veins. It did not matter whether Ren was shredding his own dormitory to ribbons by his lonesome or if he was having a bit of unexpected assistance: he knew he had to stop it, and fast. Growling softly, the elder teacher unlocked his own door and jiggled at the doorknob roughly, knowing all too well that it had the tendency of jamming on its own. A dud. And with frustration brewing with his pre-existing alarm, he planted a bare foot firmly onto the doorframe and yanked at the door as hard as he could, the processed wood giving a few groans of protest before finally surrendering and jarring back open. “Ren!” he called, exasperated and almost desperate for an answer, just moments before the male came crashing into the hallway.

It may have been the blood that seeped into the other male's clothing, tainting his appearance with the drainage of life itself. It may have been the deranged glint that shimmered so vividly in his usually stone-cold eyes. Hell, it may have just been the fact that he was able to break the door underneath him like if it was a piece of graham cracker. But nevertheless, the shock was evident and scribbled all over Masato like a child’s pencil to paper. Shock stapled his feet into the ground, keeping him fixated right in the middle of his doorway. Shock made his joints lock up, his muscles clench, his breathing shorten, and his heart cease its involuntary beating. It was shock... and perhaps even fear. The fodder in which a psychopath feeds off of so diligently.

“… Ren…?”

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"Talking!"
'Other person!'
'Thinking!'


((TAG)) Prentice 'Ren' Urban
((WORD COUNT)) 1,284
((LYRICS)) "Hate Me" by Blue October.
((NOTES)) Ughhh, that took more time than necessary. ;___; I'm sorry for being so slow.
((CREDITS)) Remi! ♥

[Prentice 'Ren' Urban]

PRENTICE 'REN' URBAN
THE WORLD BEFORE ME
FRACTURES IN
S I L E N C E

It burned him, inside and out, the rage that suddenly boiled under the surface of his mind. Somewhere inside it all was sorrow a piercing emotion that felt like it had lodged somewhere in his chest impervious to the rage that burned through him. As it was, as lost as he was, it took him a moment to even realize that there was someone else in the hallway with him. Blankly he looked at the other male for a while what ever it was he had been trying to do just stopped. Ren drew in a shallow shaking breath staring back at Masato with out so much as a sign of recognition in the least. Part of him just wanted to mow the stick of a man over and another part was just confused as to why he was in the hallway rather than some where safer. Another shallow breath and he shook his head almost violently nearly unbalancing himself with the movement.

"Anata wa watashi wa son'nani kiraidesu ka?"

[/color] He muttered it to himself more than to the other man in the hallway. Slowly he pulled himself up to his feet keeping his head down as he returned to a more upright posture. Placing a hand against the wall he watched the other male for a while. Watching him much like an animal would watch another predator, like he was waiting for something to happen. For some reason to jump at the other male and attempt to rip him limb from limb. To find blood and revel in it just like Ari had always dragged him in to. Blood and the feel of jagged bones under skin and the pain that could eclipse what he was feeling. But from the sounds of it he might not be able to meet his brother for a long while. If ever. Another question left his lips aimed to no one in particular really, or at the very least someone who could not answer. "Soretomo, kono jōkudesu ka?"[/b]

He was loosing interest in the flat picture that Masato was providing, though, the animal seeming to abruptly forget about him. Not moving meant that what ever it was was not interesting enough to stick around and play with. As it was it was rather obvious when his attention left the other male cold eyes flickering away from him to check out the end of the hall way he was facing. Still no one else was there but an ghost of a person who was not there since there was not enough movement to be classified as amongst the living. The animalistic part of his mind was ready to move on yet the human part balked at that. Only intensifying the feelings that swirled inside of him rather than any form of relief which was what he needed far more than anything else. Standing there was doing nothing for him but there was a reason why he couldn't move forward and it wasn't the ghost in the hallway. It was something more important than that, or at least it felt like it was, he was forgetting something that was pivotal to everything else in his life. Another shake of his head before he finally moved away from the wall.

For most humans it would seem he moved wrong some how more seeming to just glide forward rather than walk. Oddly quiet, which could be explained away by the fact he was barefoot, as he just drifted away from the spot he had been occupying. The near insanity had suddenly been tempered in to something much calmer, in a way, but almost seemed closer to snapping in a way. The anger and sorrow had combined to form the calm facade. Ren, or at least the person that he normally was, seemed almost entirely absent from the movements of his person. Mere steps from where he had started he suddenly went down almost as if he had been kicked in the stomach. Except this came with the ominous sounds of bones crunching.

A sound close to a whimper escaped his lips at that, regardless of if he enjoyed pain or not, a hand curling around his lower torso at the feeling of bones shifting and changing. Ren growled lowly, a string of what only could have been swears leaving his lips, slowly pushing himself back up apparently either oblivious, or ignoring, the fact that his body was trying to shift. Trying to give him the form that could better deal with the maelstrom of feelings that had become his core. Gritting his teeth he straightened slowly another soft sound of almost pain easing out of him as he did so. For him at least shifting had always been a painful experience, although he did enjoy pain to some extent, the twisting of bones this time felt more like everything inside him had shattered than anything that could have been considered positive. Part of him enjoyed it, though, enjoyed the feeling of pain storming up and down his spine and speeding his breath.

Something moved out of the corner of his eye, not exactly close enough to do him damage, but close enough that he snarled in warning. His free hand coming up slightly showing darkened and somewhat elongated nails ready to strike out. Slowly he raised his head not really looking in the direction that the movement had come from but more the direction that he had been trying to go in. Slitted pupils dilated momentarily then shrunk to more regular size. So close to shifting but still some how managing to hold back even when his body had started the process.

"Anata wa nani o osorete iru?" His voice sounded strained and off from what could be considered his normal voice. Slowly he put the hand down, pressing it against the floor, trying to quell the shaking that he could feel running through his body from the strain of trying to hold back from it all. Another shaking shuddering breath was dragged in to his lungs and released in a long shuddering sigh. Ren was trying to keep calm, truly he was, slowly reattaching the strings of his sanity to the rest of him. Even as fragile as his attempt was, as another bone shifted with a crack, there was at least some affects. The shifting had slowed done a good deal, at least, still happening but at a slower rate than before. He swallowed and shook his head slightly trying to remember if someone else was there or if it had been a mirage from his over taxed mind. "You... Taste like fear. It helps none."[/size][/blockquote]

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Tagged: Masato.
Outfit: ...
Word Count: 1100-ish.
Images: Edited By Me
Lyrics: Pretty Little Angel by Moonbootica&&IAMX
Layout: Mine
OOC comment: Haah. ;~; Sorry. No idea if that's any good or not. Or even if the translations make sense.
TRANSLATIONS: あなたは私はそんなに嫌いですか？- Do you hate me so? - Anata wa watashi wa son'nani kiraidesu ka?
それとも、このジョークですか？ - Or is this a joke? - Soretomo, kono jōkudesu ka?
あなたは何を恐れている？ - You're scared? - Anata wa nani o osorete iru?

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