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"My God"

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"I'll make this simple for someone of your mental capacity- kill them because they are a nuisance to me and have the potential to disrupt my overall plans, no matter how briefly." Seimei stated with an icy glare, sitting behind his black-wood desk.

"Yes master" Soubi responded. His emotions did not matter, according to Ritsu's teachings and Seimei's word he was not even supposed to possess emotions.

He made the mistake of waiting more than one second before taking his leave. "What the hell are you waiting for? Obey my order dog."

He would be beaten for that later. "Is there anything else you wish for me to do?" Soubi asked, hoping to lessen the duration of his impending punishment.

"If there was I would have said so, do you take me for a fool equal to you?!" The older Aoyagi snarled.

Perhaps a fool unequal to me…

Soubi then caught himself and grimaced, the penalty would now be harsher for Seimei is omnipotent and no doubt heard his disrespectful thought.

His sacrifice smirked, and he knew he was correct in that worried supposition. He swallowed, and wanted more than anything to escape that cold stare. If he turned his back to his master though, he would be punished immediately and not see which weapon Seimei chose.

No more than a few minutes passed since the murderous order.

"I order you to leave and attend to those two" Seimei stated sternly with a blank expression.

His sacrifice's word was law and he had no means to disobey.

Quickly Soubi turned around and after walking two steps toward the door heard a harsh swooping sound, but did not brace for impact to punish himself for the notion of disobeying. The whip met his back with a crack, and he did not flinch. Blood then ran in a warm stream under his black shirt.

"Never show fear, and do not disrespect me again" Seimei commanded while putting the whip back into the proper drawer. He would likely order Soubi to clean it later that night.

After Seimei returned to his hideout and allowed Soubi to go back to his room, he would dispose of the torn shirt. His master would not approve of his disgraceful presence clothed in inappropriately filthy attire.

Ritsuka was nothing like his older brother.

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