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The Devil Summoner
Greetings, My Dears. I'm Raidou Kuzunoha, the 14th, Guardian of the Capital.Head Canon.
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Perhaps. My name is Raidou Kuzunoha, The Devil Summoner from the Japan’s Capital. For you giving me a change, then we could know each other’s name, doesn’t?
> Raidou tilted his head, he offered a neutral smile to the suffering man, who, indeed, was in pain. He knows what is a broken heart. He knows very well. So well that it craves into his chest like a sword.
[The stubborn mage eyed Raidou closely, his cold blue eyes resembling slivers. Kuja did not return the smile, and continued to scowl at the young man.]
… I am Kuja. I am from the city of Treno. Though that’s not very important at the moment.
[He takes a cautious step away from Raidou.]
What do you mean, devil summoner?
It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kuja.
> The man gave a briefly reverence at the other one and, still with a soft smile, showed him a tube from his tube-case.
Devil Summoners can summon and order demons. This is one of my tubes where I confine my demons. The demon inside of this tube is called Pyro Belial, the Second Fire God.
> He put back the tube on his tube-case and gazed into the man’s eyes.
I see into your eyes… A beautiful soul in despair.
I see now.
[Kuja’s arms clamp around his chest, not sure what to do with them. He then scoffed softly at the summoner. Those words only reminded him of his current, pathetic state.]
You can tell that much…
[It was not a question, but a statement. He lets out a long sigh, loosening his hold on himself, and allowing them to slide down below his breast. He stopped trying to bore holes through Raidou’s body with his gaze and opted to stare at the floor instead.]
… Indeed, I am very tragic.
I could see it in your eyes.
> He got closer to Kuja and lift his face with one hand, gazing into his eyes once again. It looked like he was entering into Kuja’s mind in a soft way.
I know this feeling of yours.
Perhaps. My name is Raidou Kuzunoha, The Devil Summoner from the Japan’s Capital. For you giving me a change, then we could know each other’s name, doesn’t?
> Raidou tilted his head, he offered a neutral smile to the suffering man, who, indeed, was in pain. He knows what is a broken heart. He knows very well. So well that it craves into his chest like a sword.
[The stubborn mage eyed Raidou closely, his cold blue eyes resembling slivers. Kuja did not return the smile, and continued to scowl at the young man.]
… I am Kuja. I am from the city of Treno. Though that’s not very important at the moment.
[He takes a cautious step away from Raidou.]
What do you mean, devil summoner?
It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kuja.
> The man gave a briefly reverence at the other one and, still with a soft smile, showed him a tube from his tube-case.
Devil Summoners can summon and order demons. This is one of my tubes where I confine my demons. The demon inside of this tube is called Pyro Belial, the Second Fire God.
> He put back the tube on his tube-case and gazed into the man’s eyes.
I see into your eyes… A beautiful soul in despair.
Hmph. I really don’t know if I’d want to.Why, then?
Because I rarely make exceptions. I am hurting, and I don’t need a child to be my crutch.
Sometimes the child can grows and get stronger. Sometimes the child can fill a heart of hope in a worthless time. The time to grow is still way too long, But it doesn’t mean that my heart isn’t hurt enough to make the right choises.
Well then. My apologies. It seems that I had forgotten about the hearts of others.
I have been uselessly moping about in my sorrow, wasting my possibly short life… locked away while crying silent tears. And shutting out anyone and everyone during this time. I’ve pulled a Rip Van Winkle, it seems.
And during that time, I have forgotten.
… So you are merely telling me to ‘give you a chance’ aren’t you, stranger?
Perhaps. My name is Raidou Kuzunoha, The Devil Summoner from the Japan’s Capital. For you giving me a change, then we could know each other’s name, doesn’t?
> Raidou tilted his head, he offered a neutral smile to the suffering man, who, indeed, was in pain. He knows what is a broken heart. He knows very well. So well that it craves into his chest like a sword.
Hmph. I really don’t know if I’d want to.Why, then?
Because I rarely make exceptions. I am hurting, and I don’t need a child to be my crutch.
Sometimes the child can grows and get stronger. Sometimes the child can fill a heart of hope in a worthless time. The time to grow is still way too long, But it doesn’t mean that my heart isn’t hurt enough to make the right choises.
Hmph. I really don’t know if I’d want to.
Why, then?
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My apologies for my rudeness, sir. But I suppose that appearence doesn’t make a person’s self nor the way that they think. What you see is a uniform and my face. Perhaps could you look at my heart and soul instead?
