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When Shiranui laid down her ultimatum, something just.. cracked inside Akuma. The one woman -the one PERSON- he'd actually allowed himself to care about other than a mild interest in half a lifetime, the woman he had given his heart to..
And she ground it beneath her heel and spat in his face.
He never even thought of stopping her as she left with the random other woman; his back was already turned and he was on his way before they had even left the stage. Numbing shock seemed to coat everything in a soft fuzz, as his feet took him he-knew-not-where, following a subconscious urge to be alone.
The blizzard had been lashing at the slopes of Mt. Everest for a good two weeks by now; the would-be-climbers had either given up or frozen long ago. Akuma, his every step melting footprints through ice where he walked, fingers driving into solid stone as he climbed, paid as little attention to elevation and weather as he did to all that he crossed on his trek. Relentlessly moving onwards, he reached the peak in record time.. And at the loneliest place in the world, he finally allowed himself to feel.
"RRRHHEEEEIIIEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!"
And then, a *BOOM* shook the mountainscape. Everest, the highest reach that man had ever managed to scale, shivered from base to peak.. and in a jolt recorded as off-the-scale on every seismometer in central Asia, it just blew apart in a colossal magenta flare.
Less than an hour later later, the closest rock-spire suffered a similar fate, caving in from a vast strike nearly halfway up its side.. and a figure wreathed in a crackling purple aura and crowned with bone-white hair sped away, on to the next.
For forty-two years, Akuma had always kept himself in check. The relentless destructive urge of the Dark Hadou had pushed at him, waking and sleeping, to simply rip and smash and crush everything he saw.. But Akuma had mastered it! Forced it to heel like a tamed dog, freed only when and to the EXACT degree he permitted it! From instant to instant over the long span of his life, Akuma was always in control of himself, to a degree even the great warriors of the world could hardly suspect..
And now it was all coming loose. A lifetime of suppression backlashing upon him, the only thing that was real to Akuma was pure, raging, insane hatred the likes of which would make the Devil himself step back! The smashing, the tortured scream of rending stone and the crash of rubble where once had stood the immutable pillars of the Earth, that was all that mattered, as he was mastered by the very force he had embraced and there found power he never imagined..
A pall fell over the world, people in every country fearing without knowing the cause, as the glowing mark on Akuma's back gradually changed to the kanji for 'Destruction.'
And she ground it beneath her heel and spat in his face.
He never even thought of stopping her as she left with the random other woman; his back was already turned and he was on his way before they had even left the stage. Numbing shock seemed to coat everything in a soft fuzz, as his feet took him he-knew-not-where, following a subconscious urge to be alone.
The blizzard had been lashing at the slopes of Mt. Everest for a good two weeks by now; the would-be-climbers had either given up or frozen long ago. Akuma, his every step melting footprints through ice where he walked, fingers driving into solid stone as he climbed, paid as little attention to elevation and weather as he did to all that he crossed on his trek. Relentlessly moving onwards, he reached the peak in record time.. And at the loneliest place in the world, he finally allowed himself to feel.
"RRRHHEEEEIIIEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!"
And then, a *BOOM* shook the mountainscape. Everest, the highest reach that man had ever managed to scale, shivered from base to peak.. and in a jolt recorded as off-the-scale on every seismometer in central Asia, it just blew apart in a colossal magenta flare.
Less than an hour later later, the closest rock-spire suffered a similar fate, caving in from a vast strike nearly halfway up its side.. and a figure wreathed in a crackling purple aura and crowned with bone-white hair sped away, on to the next.
For forty-two years, Akuma had always kept himself in check. The relentless destructive urge of the Dark Hadou had pushed at him, waking and sleeping, to simply rip and smash and crush everything he saw.. But Akuma had mastered it! Forced it to heel like a tamed dog, freed only when and to the EXACT degree he permitted it! From instant to instant over the long span of his life, Akuma was always in control of himself, to a degree even the great warriors of the world could hardly suspect..
And now it was all coming loose. A lifetime of suppression backlashing upon him, the only thing that was real to Akuma was pure, raging, insane hatred the likes of which would make the Devil himself step back! The smashing, the tortured scream of rending stone and the crash of rubble where once had stood the immutable pillars of the Earth, that was all that mattered, as he was mastered by the very force he had embraced and there found power he never imagined..
A pall fell over the world, people in every country fearing without knowing the cause, as the glowing mark on Akuma's back gradually changed to the kanji for 'Destruction.'
