“His misery, pain and total annihilation are all I have ever sought. Rest assured, after receiving the punishment I have in store for him, the fool will be unable to stand or walk on his own two feet. And if he should grovel on hands and knees before me and call me Master with his final breath, I would be most satisfied.”
Vision, indeed. Aku was envisioning all of this and quite happily with a content grin on his face. The notion of a thousand slaps each followed by the Samurai’s screams would be music to his metaphorical ears.
❍ ⧼
❝ Hrm. That is one thing we have in common, it would seem! Most of my prey cannot stand or walk when I’m through with them, either!
❞ Aku said simply, biting back the childish impulse to snicker at what he’d really meant.
❝ Although– I must admit– I’ve never been as open with my intentions to annihilate the sam-u-rai this way compared to you, and for that, I must give you some props! Heheheh… It would seem you’re even more shamelessthan I!
❞ ⧽
“Of course I am shameless. I am AKU. I have no need for—”
“Gladly!” Domestic spoke with partial enthusiasm as he combed through his counterpart’s beard. Despite the material it was crafted from, the comb was surprisingly gentle and was quick to get any knots or snags in their beard undone.
“Perhaps you could return the favor in a few moments.” Eyes keeping focus on their beard, it was almost as if he were in awe despite having an equally luxurious beard of his own.
Ahhh, yes. That was perfect. Aku rumbled softly from deep in his throat, a sound of utter contentment as the comb threaded through his fine red beard. To be cared for even in such a simple manner was most relaxing.
“My word is yours,” he promised. “It is indeed an excellent choice of comb.”
He went quiet again, simply taking pleasure in the attention he was getting. To let go of his cares and worries was an easy thing to do in his counterpart’s presence. Aku was melting under those gentle brush strokes, especially the longer ones, and he placed a hand on his twin’s knee to keep himself upright. Had it not been for the box of candies on Domestic’s lap, he might have been unable to resist resting his head there.
“ ‘Naughty’ doesn’t begin to cover it. Time and time again he has failed to submit to me as he should! And I will see to it that he pays for his insubordination with not only his life, but his honor and nobility!”
He paused then, noting the look in his alternate’s eyes.
“What’s that look for? …Is there something in my teeth? What.”
❍ ⧼ ❝
Oh yes, I’m suuuure he’ll have no choice but to forfeit his HONORwhen you’re through with him– won’t he? After such a trying
❛ encounter ❜
, I’m sure that even the most anointed of monks would be unable to resist your
❛ methods ❜
!
❞ Aku said carefully, smiling openly now for his other self was making this FAR too easy.
❝
So after you spank him, what’s the plan?
❞ he continued, blatantly ignoring his other self’s question. ❝
Make him ❛
submit
❜ to you– and name you as his ❛
Master
❜ ? ‘Tis a fine idea, indeed! Wish I had such vision!
❞ ⧽
“His misery, pain and total annihilation are all I have ever sought. Rest assured, after receiving the punishment I have in store for him, the fool will be unable to stand or walk on his own two feet. And if he should grovel on hands and knees before me and call me Master with his final breath, I would be most satisfied.”
Vision, indeed. Aku was envisioning all of this and quite happily with a content grin on his face. The notion of a thousand slaps each followed by the Samurai’s screams would be music to his metaphorical ears.
Aku knew he’d have to answer this dreaded question someday. Needless to say, he wasn’t especially eager to reply. Stupid Sinday. Turning away, he folded his arms tightly as if to keep to himself as much as he could.
“I will say only this — I am a shapeshifting master who can take any form, shape or size he desires. That’s all you need to know.”
Remember when his future-self was trying to decide on a weapon to kill Jack with? It was that simple.
The Shogun of Sorrow 