Soubi was very confused. He had expected to be Sensei’s Fighter. What else had he been trained for?<\/p>\n
This, apparently. <\/p>\n
He listened as his Sacrifice spoke of butterflies, breath catching at the slow rip of the knife through his shirt. Reborn? Did his Sacrifice want him to become… something else?<\/p>\n
He would do whatever his Sacrifice said, of course. That was the only way he could be a true Fighter. Sensei had taught him that. He figured it was even more important for a blank Fighter like him.<\/p>\n
"Would you like it to hurt? Or would you rather it not hurt?"<\/p>\n
Soubi groped for an answer. His Sacrifice’s eyes crinkled a bit, warmed.<\/p>\n
"I think you would like it more if it hurt."<\/p>\n
Was that what his Sacrifice wanted him to become? All right.<\/p>\n
"Pain," Soubi murmured and tipped his head back for the point of Seimei’s knife to write his new name. "I want it to hurt. I like pain."<\/p>\n
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End <\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n A\/N: Raserei Hojo’s translation of this scene dialogue was used. Many thanks. <\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Soubi’s pov when Seimei first claims him. \n