badfic_logs | A Slythern always pays his debts

Mina was, indeed, inside her room. In the far corner by the window that faced south with a pot of water in hand and a poorly tended plant in a pot before the slight, sideways beams of light that streamed through her window. The little thing was practically emaciated by the time she'd found it, and it had taken the better part of the day to be assured she wasn't going to have to watch it die before she'd felt comfortable treating the plant like any other. And now, even as she watered it more than the flower patch she kept outside and was a bit more gentle with the plant than any other, she considered it survival of the fittest.

And yes, what one should have garnered from that statement was the fact that Minatsuki Takami cared more for flowers than she did people.

As it was now, however, she was dirty. And the tub in her room was sort of clogged from all the blood, dirt, and makeup she'd washed off during her stay in this place, and as Minatsuki was anything but handy, she hadn't bothered to clean it out yet. No, instead, she had been using her brothers while he was out, and now seemed like a really damn good time for a shower. She wanted one anyway, and was gonna get one whether she had to tip toe around Yoh or otherwise.

The brunette had just stood up to brush the excess dirt and shit off her skirt before striding over to her door, pulling up the "shower bag" she'd so thoughtfully packed earlier which consisted of a razor for her legs, shampoo, conditioner, soap and pj's for afterward, and wrapped her hand around the cold door knob, twisting it and pushing it open and -

Oh.

Oh.

Her expression soured and Minatsuki shuffled her bag higher up on her shoulder. "The fuck you want?"

There she was.

Filthy, and with her shower things.

Unarmed, and unaware.

So why, for one moment, does he hesitate? Now's the time.

He pulls his wand out of his pocket. "Petrificus Totalus!"

Both eyes, initially glazed over and bored out of her head, jerked open and - well, fuck. This just...just wasn't fair. He was a magician and what not, right? And the burst of light jutting from the end of his wand just made the bottom drop out of her stomach.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Of course, she hadn't been called a 'hummingbird' for no reason. Same way 'crow' and 'owl' had their own obscure namesakes too. But while Minatsuki had no wings to beat fifty million or so times per minute, she was fast. And while it was a stupid move, the teen ducked - dropping onto her butt with her back pressed against the doorframe for support. It hurt, and her tailbone was probably bruised, but that didn't matter, and neither did the ache in her wrist from where she'd caught herself on the floor and probably popped something. She snarled, and flinched as the spell - whatever it was - grazed her hair and smashed into the wooden bulk of her door behind her.

"The fuck was that for!?" the brunette hollered loudly, standing up (although that may be unwise as he did still have his wand) and reached toward him with her uninjured hand, making to grasp his wrist - dig in her fingernails - and twist. She was unlikely strong enough to break the bone, but her grip was hard enough that it would at least be uncomfortable and possibly cause him to drop the wand.

Snape watched in astonishment as his spell soared over her head and, almost faster than he could register, she grabbed his wand hand and twisted it away.

"That was for Halloween!" Snape yelled through the pain in his wrist and the anger pulsing through his veins. "I've had enough of you, you stupid girl!"

He had to do something. Fast. But he couldn't with his wand pointed away from her. Dammit. This was not the best laid plan.

He shouted the first spell that came to his mind.
"Reducto!"

The spell zoomed towards the wall where the wand was pointed - and blew a hole in it. Shards of plaster and wood erupted outward and Snape shut his eyes against the explosion. If she was distracted enough, she might let go and he'd be able to attack her again...

The distraction was a legitimate enough one and, quite convinced that this was just another attack, the brunette threw up an arm to shield her eyes - it just happening to be the arm she had been clutching his wrist with. There were still half moon shaped indents were still left in his skin, but the teen was more concerned with screeching in rage as she was peppered in shrapnel. This just...fuck this wasn't fair. It really wasn't.

"What, you can't come up with a good comeback, so you decide you wanna play magic wand with me?" she howled, striking out blindly with her free hand, nails barred. "You fucking psycho. I'll kill you."

Snape shook his wand hand. He had fingernail marks in his wrist, red and stinging. They'd probably bleed. At least she'd let go.

"I don't have to justify myself!" Snape shouted back. "You've pushed and prodded me enough. I'd call this fair."

He raised his wand to cast a silent Shield Charm, but she was faster - her hand caught him in the cheek. Four thin lines of pain streaked down his face.

How dare she...that...

Snape flicked his wand at her and thought Levicorpus!

Minatsuki had already reeled back for another punch, this time her hand curled into a tight fist that drained her knuckles of any color. But just before she had a chance to swing, it felt as if something tight had wound itself around her ankle and had hoisted her upward. Letting out an indignant squeal as her dress flopped forward rather indecently and exposed...well, at least she was wearing shorts under her dress, and that meant she wasn't flashing him completely. But, the shorts were short. Very, very short.

"Argh! You fucking little cunt!" She hollered, thrashing momentarily before...

You know what. Fuck it. Fuck it all to hell. She was going to bleed him dry and make his bones into a fucking decorative display of sex toys for men.

A hand reached up and Minatsuki grappled with the earring stub in her ear, dirty fingers gripping the tiny emerald colored stud and ripping it directly out of her ear. But...Of course, that wasn't enough blood, so the teen brought the sharper end of the earring to her face and dug a sharp groove into the soft skin of her cheek, digging a bloody well into her own face. And then...then she felt better, especially as seven or more long whips started to elongate the tips of her hair into tight, thick and hard whips which, after a moment more of struggling, lashed out in his direction, zooming toward the young man's arm and face at the same time.

"FUCK. YOU."

Snape smirked in triumph as Minatsuki was hoisted into the air by her ankles. He never got tired of that. It was one of his better spells.

He tapped his wand against his open palm, considering what to do next, what to say...how best to gloat to her, dangling defenseless in the air.

Until she turned her hair into whips of blood.

What.

"Protego!"

The whips of blood crashed against Snape's Shield Charm, but he'd have to do more than that to stop her.

"Screw you too, brat," he snarled as he cast a Full-Body Bind at her.

She was still thrashing in midair, but luckily Minatsuki could multitask, hurtling whip after whip in Snape's direction and keeping up her brutal attack on his shield and body - if her whips could get through the god damn motherfucking thing. If it had been like glass, it would have shattered within the first three impacts. But as it was, whatever was protecting the boy.

But at least he was on the defensive now. That was a plus. And even if Minatsuki didn't know if she'd have to kill him for this little spell to end and drop her back on the floor or just struggle, she was quite intent on doing both and with all the wild swinging her entire frame was doing in the air (she looked like a swing, honestly. A swing at a children's play park) his spell only shit one of the wildly waving tendrils of blood and hair.

Yes, that was a hit. But hair was only so much of her body, and what was more, it was dead cells and while that singular whip halted immediately, bound in mid air, the blood simply retracted and formed a newer weapon, while the short strand of hair he had hit simply stuck up like a disfigured cowlick.

"The fuck are you playing at, fucker? Isn't the whole point of this to hurt me? You ain't done any of that yet!"

She was right, and it rankled him to hear it. Even now his plan was backfiring. She was supposed to be at his complete mercy, utterly dominated, screaming in pain and frustration.
She wasn't supposed to have this power.

He sneered, knocked aside one of the blood whips with a spell, and advanced on her.

She was asking for it.

"You want me to hurt you?" he snarled. "Is that what you want?" He reached out with his left hand, the one free of his wand, and moved to slap her upside-down cheek.

ooc: I sense a Sectumsempra coming up soon. Note that if it goes off Mina will be bleeding uncontrollably, and when it heals, she'll most likely have some nasty scars.
this be okay?

[ooc: yeah that's totally okay, although for the dramatic effect, can he drop her from the air before casting it and if possible, can we work it so that the spell hits her back? still have the same effect, just the scars will join the ones her daddy and she inflicted on that part of her already? i don't remember from the HP books if the spell is specific to whichever area of the body it hits, but...meh. and after that, since she'd pretty much be dying, I think it'd be a good time for Yoh to come in.]

She could see the flash of irritation that crossed his face, and the ugly sneer that followed, freezing his mouth into a downward snarl and creasing both eyebrows in the fashion she was pretty damn used to seeing from him. The advance didn't perturb her. In fact, Minatsuki let up on her blows - not completely stopping them, but only using half of her whips to swirl threateningly around him, nipping at his ankles and legs.

The slap was obvious. She saw it coming a mile away, and even arched her neck a little so the blow would cause her face to jerk sideways, brain thundering around in her skull and a slightly pained groan escaping her mouth as her teeth accidentally bit down on her tongue. Fuck, that had hurt.

But the teen pulled up a positively radiating smile as she turned her face to beam up at him. "Do it again - I dare ya. Fuck, I even like it." Her teeth had carved craters in the flesh of her tongue and blood was starting to pool in her mouth, undoubtedly increased by the fact all her blood was racing toward her head anyway given the position she was in. And so, for added emphasis, the teen gathered a big wad of spit and red, red blood before hawking her mouthful in his direction.

[ooc: yep, can be arranged. Coming up soon, because I'm enjoying this and want it to go on ;)]

Snape shut his eyes just before the blood his his face. Slowly he touched his wand to the blood and siphoned it away. Cold fury pounded through him. How he longed to see her ended.

"That was stupid." His voice was quiet, emotional. He slapped her again. Somewhere he remembered that he didn't want to do that, because it was what his father would have done - his stupid, drunk Muggle father, but right now he didn't care.

"Stupid!" he shouted again, and this time he aimed a Stinging Hex at the pale skin of her exposed throat. "You won't like this, I can tell you."

The light of his spell was reflected in her eyes, and dark pupils contracted as the jet of light from the tip of his wand zoomed toward her face. Both of her cheeks stung, and that was nothing, really - it wasn't like she hadn't been slapped, kicked or punched before, but she had never been faced with an opponent who could use magic - at least no magic that wasn't the same as hers.

As much as the little brunette liked to think she was immune to all forms of fear, she was scared. Even more so as the spell hit the left side of her throat, a little bit of the magic getting on her shoulder and collar bone as well. And at first, it wasn't that bad. But...but then the skin started to itch, like a bug bite, proceeding to feel much like an open wound with a great deal of alcohol seeping into it. It burned, practically! And stung like a motherfucker, making the tingling in er cheeks feel like a nice and sweet tickling in comparison.

Both hands flew to the spot his spell was effecting, nails scratching at her own exposed throat in a vain attempt to wipe the itchy, stingy shit from her skin before she went downright crazy. And as of to make matters worse, it was spreading down her torso, along the valley between her breasts and reaching down to her navel. It felt as if something was alive under her skin honestly, and call it paranoia but for a moment Minatsuki looked at him as if he were one of the tormenting doctors from home, just with a different style of medical instrument.

"F - fucking - ARGH!" It was getting to be too much really. Even for she, who had experienced much worse, like a bloody gun shot to the back of the head (which really wasn't what it sounded like) but this...she couldn't even fix this. And, angered and pained, Minatsuki screamed at the top of her lungs, cursing him with every vulgarity she could think of and then a couple she made up herself.

Snape was pleasantly surprised to see his hex do more than he'd expected it to. But that was what happened when he put all his emotions into a spell, all his anger and hate...

At first it was satisfying to see her in such distress, to see her scratch at her own throat until it was angry and red and blood built up under her nails.
Then she started screaming, and it was more than he could bear. Snape screwed up his face and shut his eyes.

"Shut up!" he yelled over the sounds of her anguished screams. He jabbed his wand at her, the motion for a Silencing Charm. When he was sure she was sufficiently quiet, he continued to mock her. "Not such a big shot now, are you? Not so confident anymore, so high and mighty? No? That's too bloody bad, isn't it?"

She took more than a moment to realize she was mute and then... Her face contorted again, mouth a thin line even if she still felt the urge to scream and scream and scream until she was hoarse and his ears bleed. But that was impossible now, wasn't it?

One hand still hitting her neck, the sick slap of a bloodied palm meeting her equally bloodied flesh reverberating in her eardrums and - fuck it hurt. But he was close now. Close enough that she could reach out a hand - out and up, grappling for his wand hand away as another bloody whip lashed forward, aiming for his chest and stomach.

Minatsuki's pale lips spelled out a distinct 'fuck you' as she lashed at him, still refusing to give up. It had been forever since she'd been this helpless and...it felt terrible.

Her blood whips - whatever they were - were getting weaker. More pathetic. More desperate. She was losing the will to fight. Well, being upside down for that long might have something to do with it.

"Keep struggling. It's only going to get worse, you know." Snape tapped a finger against his wand, considering.

"Perhaps I'd be willing to let you go, if..." He feigned considering something, thinking. What ever could he want from her? "I don't know. Apologize."

"Oh. Right. Hard to do that when you can't talk, isn't it?" He smiled at her, a cold and self-satisfied smile, smug, terrible. "Want to try anyway, girl?"

The fuck was that supposed to mean? Apologize with body language? What, did he want her to flash him her tits or something? Because that wasn't going to happen. She wouldn't even cry for him, let alone say anything remotely nice.

Minatsuki's first instinct was to stick her tongue out. But that was stupid, childish and wasn't really going to be effective. Plus, she was starting to see double, and sticking out her tongue may or may not make her throw up. So Minatsuki set her jaw, tightly, and glared up at him. On arm was held protectively to her chest, ready to lash out and hit him at any moment, but the other rose slowly, and ever so gracefully...~

She flipped him the bird. A cold, hard, 'fuck you' in her gaze.

He'd been expecting that. That was the problem with this girl. For all her airs, her brash and bold showings, her horrid language, her cocky demeanor, all she knew how to do was swear and rage. There was nothing to her. Nothing but a selfish brat.

The irony made a slight whistling noise as it soared over Snape's head.

"Predictable. You really have a way with words, you know. Your vulgarity does show a lack of intelligence. But maybe you'd like to try again?"

Snape jabbed his wand at her again, lifting the Silencing Charm. "Go on. Speak. Tell me you're sorry for what you did. Tell me you're sorry and that you'll leave me alone from now on."

The first sound out of her mouth was a rather...unholy grunt of anger and pain. Her neck and shoulder were still bugging the shit out of her, and Minatsuki was this close to screaming. Or her eyes rolling back in her head. Minatsuki may not drain her blood as fast as Ganta did, considering her weapon never separated from her body like his bullets. But that didn't mean she didn't reach anemia, and it was tiering. Stubborn as fuck or not, even the brunette got tired and sick when she exerted herself. And this little duel hadn't even gone on as long as the Carnival Corpse could. But then again, she wasn't fighting another Deadman.

She was fighting something rather different. And it was...refreshing.

Her cheeks tinged pink and eyes seeming to pop angrily out of her head, the brunette's lip twitched. She could speak now, but purposefully bit back the initial "FUCK YOU" and took a chance to breath.

"...I'd do it again. You're fucking pathetic."

It was not the response he was expecting. Not at all. But really, he shouldn't have been surprised.

"Pathetic?"

He takes a step closer to her. He's close to her now, close enough to see her flushed cheeks and the maddened expression in her eyes, the horrid detail of the welts on her throat and the blood on her face.

"Pathetic?"

His hands clench around his wand.

"I'm not pathetic, you stupid git. Look at the situation you're in now. You're pathetic! You're stupid, nasty and the most insufferable person I've ever met!"

Minatsuki paused. And then laughed. It was a shortlived sound, and her chest seemed tight, causing the laugh to tamper off into more of a cough.

"I'm pathetic? Really? Because the last I checked, you're the one who's fucking strung me upside down because you can't handle a little bullying. You're so god damn weak and pathetic that you're making me helpless so you can feel better about yourself."

She'd admit she were helpless. But just to drive home the point that he was weak, and pathetic, and -

"You're not hurting me," Minatsuki drawled. "You're a tick in my side, and annoying as fuck, but you aren't - and can't - hurt me."

"I can't, can I?" His voice was a deadly whisper, close to her upside down face. "Can I?" he said, raising his voice.

"And look at you, making fun of everyone, picking and picking at them and being the most...irritating...child imaginable. That's all you are. A child. A stupid child who doesn't know how to do anything but tease people."

She was just like Potter. Just as childish and petty and mean.

"You want me to hurt you? Because I can. I can!"

She smiled at him, teeth barred more than they would be in, perhaps, a normal smile, but smirk in place either way.

"Yeah?" she drawled readily, squirming a little as if she were getting situated on a couch to watch a good movie.

Unlike a childhood enemy, Minatsuki saw nothing but her simply darling father with his inability to communicate frustration without his fists or violence, and a little bit of perhaps a cracked Senji or a normal Genkaku who was just really turned on by doing this to her. Either way, it disgusted her, and the word 'pathetic' rolled off her tongue once more.

"Yeah, go ahead cunt fucker. Give me a little tickle."

Mina thumpped her chest as if to paint a bullseye on it.

"Right here, would ya? Or across my shoulders - I've always bed pretty fucking ticklish there."

She didn't know when to quit, did she? She'd learn, though. She'd learn, and she'd know that Severus Snape was not one to be pushed around, not one to be bullied and bothered. They'd all learn, sometime.

Right now, it was her turn.

"I'll do more than tickle you," he snarled. He flicked his wand in the air and the Levicorpus spell ended. Minatsuki crashed to the ground at Snape's feet, face down.

He'd never had a chance to try out his new spell on a person before. It worked well enough on the rats in the dungeons, but on a person...
Well, what better chance to test it than on Minatsuki? And with all that blood she had, it would be interesting...

Before the girl could recover from being dropped on her face, Snape pointed his wand at her exposed back. He slashed it like a sword through the air, several wild, violent strokes, and with each one, he thought how much she deserved this.

"SECTUMPSEMPRA!"

The effect was immediate. Slashes and gashes appeared on her back, mimicking the motion of his wand. Rips in her clothes, on her skin, blood pouring out.

To bleed forever.

"Hurt enough?"

Her knees hit the cold floor of the manor with a dulled thump and Minatsuki reached out both hands to catch herself and prevent an ungraceful faceplant. Her hair, damp with the beginnings of sweat, fell forward with equal or less grace than her whole frame, and stuck to her face ever so slightly as the brunette made to look up at her current tormentor and prepared to spit something else vehement and virulent in his direction.

But before her death threat could leave her lips, Minatsuki choked. Her back, open and exposed to his attack, was burning - stinging and yet sickly wet with her own blood. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, but as the cool air of the hallway stung at her exposed flesh, the teen heaved - inhaling a deep breath as her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open for a mere split second.

It hurt.

There was nothing tickling about this. And it wasn't even a reasonable pain she could handle and -

"ARGH!!!"

She jerked, whole body pitching into uncontrollable convulsions as loud and high pitched, utterly girly and pained screams ripped from her throat. Those were uncontrollable as well, but there was a distinct panic rushing through her veins as anemia hit, hard and fast. Her hair whips became listless and useless, receding into normal hair strands again as she twitched and thrashed in a rapidly expanding puddle of her own blood.

Too much blood. Far too much, really.

It may sound silly with her antics and all the horrible people she associated with just to piss off but... Minatsuki didn't really want to die. Not here, and definitely not at this losers hand.

Fuck.

Snape watched, triumphant, as his hated rival twitched and thrashed in a rapidly expanding pool of her own blood. Her screams, long and loud, were both delightful and ear-grating. To finally have beaten her, at all costs.

"Don't look so cocky now!" Snape jeered as she screamed again and again. Her back was a ruin, ragged strips of cloth and skin amongst the blood pumping out.

If she kept bleeding, she would die. She would die like the rats in the Hogwarts dungeons.
But he didn't want her to die. She was annoying and horrible, and she deserved this pain after all she'd done, but Snape didn't want to be a murderer.

"Enough." He crouched down beside her in the sticky blood. He ran his wand over her flesh and muttered something that sounded like a song. The countercurse.
"Work faster," he hissed, a note of panic entering his voice. He muttered the countercurse over and over again, watching her flesh slowly knit together. "Come on..."

Black rings were edging her vision, blurry and dull. Features of the hallway that were previously sharp in her line of vision were darker, out of focus and impossible to focus on. She couldn't move - at least no where fast enough to push him away when he approached her again. The rise and fall of Minatsuki's chest was shallow and labored, and her arms hardly twitched anymore; the sound coming from her mouth was a ragged, pained whine, the kind a dying animal let out before a hunter gunned them down in the bearclaw trap.

She was tired, and cold and couldn't...she couldn't fucking move, and even in her current state Mina was still able to be irritated at herself for this.

And some part of her was also...sad... And scared. She didn't want to die. The teen had no idea what the boy was doing to her back and couldn't really concentrate on it either, considering she was this close to fainting and the only thing on her lips was a sigh that sounded oddly like no and Yoh at the same time.

She wasn't moving. She wasn't bleeding anymore either, but she wasn't moving. Had he hurt her that badly? He crouched down close to her, his robes and trousers soaked and sticky with her blood. There were so many other scars on her back, but her fresh injuries were closed up, jagged and angry pink lines. She would need rest, and a blood-restoring potion. But she'd live.

She spoke, or groaned. No.

"You won't die," he hissed at her, but there was no real vitriol in his voice this time. "You've lost too much blood, but you won't die."

He wanted to tell her, to remind her, that he'd won. That he'd beaten her and that was the price of crossing Severus Snape. But he couldn't say it. She'd know, though.
He really should stay and help her.

Wordlessly, he stood and siphoned away the blood on his clothes by magic. He wanted to leave, but he didn't.

There wasn't a hint that he was coming, no clue unless Snape had been listening for it. "You son of a bitch," his voice was icy, "you sick motherfucking son of a bitch!" He screamed the last word, grabbing Snape by the throat and slamming him against the wall so hard the plaster cracked.

Yoh was cursing himself, how could he have missed this? How could he have been so stupid? How could he have not been there when his sister needed him? Rage shook his body and pumped loudly in his ears. He had made a promise to her! He promised Minatsuki he would be protect her and this little shit made him break it! This little shit may have...

Yoh couldn't help but run an infinite number of horrific scenarios in his head. The terrible things that could have happened to his baby sister because he'd been too preoccupied to save her.

His hand tightened on Snape's throat. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now!"

Snape gasped for air as Yoh slammed him against the wall. He should have known that the brat's older brother would do this, the same kid who attacked someone at the prom with a knife. He should have known. Stupid, stupid. Yoh was just a Muggle, but he was angry, and he surely had a knife, and he was definitely dangerous. Perhaps a bit mad.

Snape lifted his wand ever so slightly, not so much that Yoh could grab it, but enough so he could use it if he had to. When he had to. "Because I can kill you first," Snape choked.

But he wouldn't kill Yoh. He just had to get away from him.

He chuckled darkly. "You're going to kill me? With what? Your stupid little stick?" Yoh's free hand grabbed Snape's dominant wrist. Like his sister he was unbelievably strong, but unlike his sister he depended entirely on his physical strength, with no powers to back them up. He was practiced and agile. With one quick twist Snape's wrist broke cleanly with a sickening snap. The wand fell to the floor. "That's fucking hilarious."

Snape screamed. He dropped his wand at the wrenching pain in his wrist. He kicked out with his legs in a vain attempt to hurt Yoh. Nothing he could say would help. If he could summon the strength to speak.

Perhaps this was just another person to get revenge on later.
Maybe this was enough revenge for now.

He sobbed as he tried to break free from Yoh. "Let me go," he snarled, trying to sound menacing. "I'll make you pay."

Yoh silenced him with a swift jab to the throat. His face was still cold, "you'll make me pay, huh?" Yoh had managed to avoid or take Snape's attacks without flinching, it wasn't hard considering all the practice he'd had. "You're a stupid piece of shit, aren't you?" His grip tightened. "I don't care about you, you're dirt to me. But you made a mistake. A single, stupid mistake," with each word Yoh's grip tightened against Snape's throat until he couldn't breathe. "You fucked with my sister!" He slammed Snape against the wall again harder than before, and this time letting him drop. There was no way Snape would be able to catch himself, he'd be too stunned from hitting the wall. And, Yoh make sure, he would land on his broken wrist.

Snape collapsed in a broken heap on the ground. He bit back a whimper at the pain in his wrist. In his wand hand.

Yoh's words barely registered to Snape. All he could focus on was his pain and the dim need to find his wand. With his unhurt hand he groped around on the ground for where it fell. Insanely, all he could think of in his head was Accio wand, Accio wand over and over, for all the good it would do.

"She deserved it," he managed to spit out. He knew it was the wrong thing to say, but it was true. The stupid girl got what she deserved.

Yoh kicked Snape's wand further out of reach.

Then came an icy silence following Snape's words. Yoh crouched down to Snape's level with his hands on his knees. He shook his head slowly, almost sadly. "Wrong thing to say," he said finally, straightening. "Wrong thing to say!" With that final word he kicked Snape in the stomach, he did not hold back. The kick was hard enough, strong enough, and well placed taht it could make Snape buckle over despite himself. It might make him throw up. But it was not quite enough to make him blackout. It was a trick Yoh learned from his father.

But he wasn't finished. He wanted to hear bones break, he wanted to hear Snape gurgle, too injured to scream. He wanted him not to take his words back, but to realize what those words meant. There was a satisfying little snap as Yoh's foot hit Snape again, this time hitting his face, breaking the Slytherin's nose.

Yoh bent down again, inspecting the damage as if Snape were a piece of artwork in a museum Yoh was passing through. His features reflected brief mild interest at best.

Snape curled up on the ground, as small as he could make himself. His wrist hurt beyond belief, he couldn't breathe, and his face was wet with blood. He might be crying. He couldn't tell. Part of him wanted to have his wand and curse Yoh into oblivion, curse the stupid Muggle into something that barely resembled a human.

The other part, the part in his broken wrist and nose, wanted to sink into the floor and never see Yoh or Minatsuki again. More than anything, Snape wanted to be back at Hogwarts where his biggest concerns were homework and Potter.

At least Potter never broke any of Snape's bones.

"Never, ever go near my sister again," Yoh warned him in a low growl. He struck Snape once more as he said this. Then he paused and watched Snape struggle for breath. His face twisted into something like a smile but his eyes remained icy. "I think we understand each other, don't we?" he asked in mock friendly tones.

He did.

He understood that Yoh was dangerous, and mad.

He understood that Yoh could stand to be taken down a peg or two.

He understood that Minatskui would be left alone. Unless she bothered Snape again and needed to be chased off.

But Snape couldn't speak, so he just did the closest thing he could to a nod.

That was all Yoh needed.

"Good," he said. He stood then, and crossed to his sister. With unbelievable tenderness and gentleness from someone obviously capable of so much damage Yoh scooped up his little sister's limp form. He muttered an apology to her carried her from the room, supporting her like a parent. He didn't look back at Snape again, but left him there bruised and bleeding.

Once he was sure Yoh and Minatsuki had left the room, Snape pulled himself over to his wand. It was hard to do, with a broken wrist and a bruised body, but he did it. Little by little he pulled himself over, coughing and wheezing all the way, breathing through his mouth. Blood and spit dribbled over his lips and smeared on the floor and over his already blood-soaked robes.

When he finally reached his wand, he gripped it in his left hand, curled over on the floor, and tried to think of every healing spell he knew. The list was pitifully short. So he lay on the ground, in pain and full of hatred and what might have been regret.

Twitching and otherwise motionless on the floor in a pool of her own drying, congealing blood, Minatsuki was not unconscious. No, that wasn't quite the right word for how out of it she was at that moment; she was in shock, brought about by blood loss and the rocking pain in her head.

She'd missed the part where her darling big brother had come in to play hero, and thus when arms wrapped around her frame and lifted her, jostling her person a little, the brunette - for some unholy reason - thought that the greasy haired boy was touching her, moving her to some other location to continue what they'd started here.

It felt as if lead had replaced all her bones, but the Deadman still managed to struggle - a little through her anemia, and her blood smeared face turned, lips parting to emit the croak of a voice she'd been left to.

"No. No, don't - fucking touch me."

"It's me," Yoh muttered, "he's not going to bother you again." He planned on taking her back to his room where he'd amassed emergency medical supplies in case something like this happened. While his distrust for doctors was not as strong as Minatsuki's he did have an innate hatred for anyone in authority.

"Ngh..."

Her eyes were rolling, finding it utterly impossible to focus on any one thing other than just how much her back her and the fact her face was swelling rather unattractivly. "Ow... - I'm gonna...ngh, I'm gonna kill him," she hissed, tone low and pained and utterly determined despite her whole body having just taken a beating that almost proved she couldn't kill the wizard.

"Yeah, you can," Yoh kindly assured her. "Just not today." She really didn't have the power to fight him at the moment. It was as if he was a father taking his exhausted daughter home from the fair, promising her they would ride the bumper-cars when they came back rather than a brother assuring his potentially mortally injured psychotic sister she would be able to kill someone. He was just glad she was breathing, that she was alive, that she was talking to him.

"Ugh." She felt sick, and light headed, and it was taking far too much energy to keep her eyes open. Had she been standing - well...not that she really can stand at this point, but the sentiment remains - she would have been revolving on the spot, dizzy and possibly sick.

"He fights...fucking dirty..." She's fading now. And fast. Consciousness is overrated.

"You'll get back at him, fight just as dirty," Yoh said. When they got back to his room he would dress her injuries and put her to bed.

A Slythern always pays his debts

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i promise i did NOT forget about this log until...like, five minutes ago!

lol, it's all good

<3

It's so much fun tagging these two. I love it.

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okay, now the pain's coming

Mina fucks the Joker in another game if mine. I am so ready to write this pain!

God, I so hope you mean 'fucks' as in 'fucks up'

....uh. that too. sometimes.

...ew

Hey! He's drop dead sexy!

Much as I love the Joker, 'sexy' is not a word I would ascribe to him

Da-da-da-daaaaaa!!

Well, shit. My actions have consequences!

CONSEQUENCES OF THE YOH KIND

My least favorite kind!

>B[ You're in trouble, Limey

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/continues this bitch 'cause she can

LOL AWESOME

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