[u]Fumio Hari Kouineji[/u]

Fumio continued to watch the death of 'Roadkill' with an amused smile. [b]"Oh right, so you do it to annoy because just like the most of us, you enjoy a good challenge. Fair enough heh"[/b] He chuckled, closing his eyes for a moment before uncrossing his arms and sheathing his Zanpakuto. [b]"Well, we probably should. But, I have the urge to let them die and pay for their insolence. I can't believe that out of everyone here, the Lieutenant herself seems to be doing just as bad as everyone else, yet me, the 7th seat, and you, an unseated, have hardly broke a sweat! She better not die, I want to have the pleasure of killing her slowly myself one day for being such a disgrace to our squad... I just want to point the edge of my Shikai to her stomach while my hand is wrapped around her neck, slowly piercing her body with my blade while watching her face as she screams in agony. Then I'd bite her neck while still forcing my blade through her body so I can feel her panic through her quickened pulse; feeling the blood rush through her body and seep out of her wound while I tighten my grip on her neck to strain her screams. Then I'd lick the tears off of her face while pulling my blade out, reach my hand into her and rip out her intestines to strangle her with them... But I want to keep her alive for as long as possible while I bask in her muffled cries and feel her blood stain my hands whilst I smile.... U-uh... that hit the spot~ Umm-..."[/b] Fumio jumped as he realised that he was fantasising aloud and turned to Aya, letting out a nervous laugh. [b]"ANYway, we should indeed get going and err, help everyone... Although, I feel like watching the trio get brutally murdered.... But no! We should help! Heh heh Heeeh"[/b] Fumio sweat-dropped, hoping Aya wouldn't take what he just said too seriously, of course he wouldn't kill them.... Well, not yet atleast... He then turned sideways to Aya and bowed, much like how a butler would to their master. [b]"[i]Lead the way Miss Oda~[/i]"[/b] He chuckled, gaining a poised aura while sporting a rather dark grin, but then his eyebrow shot up when he finally looked at Aya's wounds. [b]"... Are you Okay? You got stabbed rather badly... Yet you don't seemed to have faulted in any way..."[/b] This confused him quite a bit... However, he couldn't stop staring at the blood that stained her clothes and leaked out of her wound with a blank look.