“Oh I think there’d more to it then that, this isn’t for the Squimish Aku. Time to bust out the knives.”
“Forget the knives! Use FIRE and CORROSIVE ACIDS! The most CORROSIVE you can find!” Still not coming any closer. He’d rather scream at Flug from the imagined safety of the doorway.
“The thought has crossed my mind, yes. Indeed, punishment would be best administered by none other than Aku himself. But that will only work if the Samurai has been disarmed of his sword.”
❍ ⧼
Aku resisted the urge to snicker. A certain thought had just occurred to him, and try as he might to just keep it to himself– he couldn’t not say something.
❝
So what made you come up with this… unorthodox method of destruction, might I inquire?
❞ He asked, doing his best to keep a straight face though his eyes were glittering with mirth.
❝
The sam-u-rai… I take it he has been a naughty boy lately?
❞ ⧽
“ ‘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.”
“He did, do you think someone, somehow, jammed a heart in his chest cavity to try and convert the boss? Even if they had it didn’t quite work that way since he ripped it out.” he paused for a long minute. “TIME FOR SCIENCE!” he reached his gloved hand into the formaldehyde and yanked the heart out.
Picking up the full pot of coffee off his desk he took a hard sip from the pot itself with a straw.
“Time to wake up and get to work.” he plopped it on his work desk with a squish. “I’m gonna figure out everything I can about this thing.”
So this strange parasitic heart had the power to turn an evil entity good? Aku reeled back in revulsion at the thought of such a thing.
“BLEH!” he spat, his faced scrunched in disgust.
Now that the heart was out of its container, the yokai dared not approach. “You should destroy that thing at once! Before it infects another being with its foul righteousness!”
You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.
ORDERLINESS
You love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. So others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. And you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. But your desire for order is a good one when it is focused where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.
MISANTHROPY
You have seen the darker side of human nature, even in daily life. When you look beneath the surface everyone is pretty messed up; there’s more selfishness circulating that others admit. You are never surprised by the stupidity of others, even though it annoys you. Your streak of misanthropy is, in fact, a requirement of remaining sane. You’ve wisely come to terms with your need to sometimes confidently reject people.
The Shogun of Sorrow 