The Cat and the Tanuki | Private | Izayuki |

Izayuki released a satisfied chuckle at Neyvahn's reaction to her flicking his feline-like ear. She began turning away again to head down the street, but flashed a small grin as she pulled his hood back up. "You're really asking for that cloak to be torn to shreds, aren't ya?" she asked in an amused tone, happier to be focusing on her usual antics and taunts rather than the serious matter that Kei tried to propose earlier.

The Bakedanuki observed the cat yokai trailing along with her as she walked. She honestly did not mind his company, but was he still ready to harp on the earlier subject? Indeed, her own mind had not left that thought alone. She went ahead and respected his wish to hide his ears in public, but if she ever caught him doing it again, she would have no qualms against tearing the hood apart and not replacing it. And iff she had to go through many cloaks to get the message through to him, so be it. "Funny ideas? But you're the male who is alone with me on a quiet street~" Izayuki taunted with a joke, recalling how easily human men could get flustered over such statements. "Anyways, you're still lingering with me now... so what is it you want? Usually, it's more like you to keep as far away from me as possible," the yokai observed aloud, preferring to cut straight to the chase.

Izayuki raised an eyebrow as she listened to the Bakeneko's simple 'request'. Perhaps if she could play it all off as a joke, he would leave her alone about it. The last thing she wanted to do was force anyone to share the same fate as a yokai. "I thought I already told you no~" she said lightly, preferring to try to convey the message in a lighthearted manner, instead of resorting to intimidation or threats. He was a guildmate, after all. She was not in any mood to hurt him any further than she already had. Nor was she about to speak again. It would take some strong convincing on his part for her to concede. After all, who in their right mind wanted to be a monster?

His final sentence almost made Izayuki internally flinch. She had attacked him once, though in all honesty, it was self defense. He had been the one to attack her, after all. "Doing it again? But tell me again, who was it who initiated it in the first place? I don't needlessly attack my guildmates, unlike some people," Izayuki said, once again attempting to jump the bullet of the real point and request. She was good at diverting attention, and hopefully her words would trigger him to another topic.

Izayuki crossed her arms and breathed out a huff of air. "So what you're saying is, you'll let me embarrass you all I like, and all I have to do is keeping saying no?" she replied with a devious grin."Sounds like a deal to me~"
Again, trying to avoid the subject, which, for the most part, she could keep up all day if she tried. She did have more to add based on the subject, but why not make another attempt at dodging the bullet first? Maybe if she was lucky, he would give up.

So he really was pushing it, then? If that was the case, Izayuki was done with being lighthearted and gentle. As soon as he finished, having picked up his cloak and more, the Bakedanuki dashed forward and grabbed the half Bakeneko by the collar with her right hand and claws. They were already in a quiet sidestreet, but the yokai would hide the two with an illusion just in case, to avoid any public eyes. With him in her grasp she would attempt to push him into the brick side of a building with a bit of force, but not enough to cause much damage or hurt the back of his head.

"You think a Guild Master WANTS to hit her own guildmate with a blast of power?" Once she had him where she wanted, she would gaze at him directly in the eyes, her own pink eyes changing to a bright red color, which was something she could now control to an extent- her yokai rage. "You're an ignorant idiot. If I infuse you with more yokai power, there is the chance you won't even survive. Not only that, if something goes wrong, you'll turn into a complete monster that I'll be forced to put down."

Izayuki did not stop there, but pushed her clenched hand full of his shirt against his collar, using her insane amounts of strength to apply some pressure to greater impact just how serious she was. She allowed a small devious smirk to come to her face as she continued, her canine fangs showing. "So tell me, Neyvahn, are you willing to give up every last bit of your humanity just for the smallest chance you might actually survive this? Are you willing to become a beast, or rather, a full monster~?" she whispered, dead serious and with her smirk now cold, no longer lighthearted, taunting, and condescending like it usually was perceived as. Her goal? Intimidation. If she could show him exactly what she was- what he would become, surely he would reconsider. Ignorant fool.

Neyvahn met her eyes with his own fierce determination, even if she could almost sense a bit of uncertainty from him seconds before. Was it just her imagination? He was stubborn as ever, but it made Izayuki question as to if he was being serious, and actually understood what it all meant, or if he was just being an obstinate fool. Either way, knowing him, he was not about to let the subject go even if she forced him. Honestly, the latter was not something she wanted to do at all. Breathing out the subtlest sigh of defeat, the guildmaster released the amount of force she had pushed against his collar briefly. "Alright then," she said in a gentle and quiet manner, which was contrary to her typical speech pattern and confident mannerisms. That quickly changed, however, as the light in her eyes became fierce again, and her tone a bit harsher.

"Just keep in mind, you're the one who wanted this," she concluded as she brought up her clawed hand and pushes it at his chest- his core, where she could easily sense his soul. With that, she summoned a moderate mass of yokai energy to infuse his soul and spirit with. It would be excruciating, and this was only a fraction of it, but there was no going back. They would be past the point of return.

The Bakedanuki's fur bristled as she listened to the slightly older male's agonized scream. This was her doing, and she hated it. A part of the yokai relished the sound of the pain, the loud resonance sounding like music to her ears, while the other part of the ayakashi forced down that feeling of euphoria and joy at the noise. It was far from right, and simply the fact that she could even feel that way from such a thing to begin with angered the tanuki. Izayuki knew she was a monster, and she had accepted that majority side of her for a long while, but that still did not excuse the idea that she hated it. She hated playing the villain, and hurting others, especially her friends and guildmates. They were family, and since when did family dare hurt one of their own? It was all upside down, and pained the mononoke guild master.

Nevertheless, on the exterior, she played the part well. Her red eyes blazed even more as she pushed the yokai energy into Neyvahn's soul. With her secondary magic, she managed to slightly feel the bitter and remorseful emotions wafting from him, but it was far too late for any of them to turn back. Gently, she would retract her hand as she felt Neyvahn's own clawed hands grip onto her shoulders, reaching for some support of any kind. Izayuki could only try to imagine the pain and effects of the searing energy. However, it was far from over. With that cold look still in her crimson eyes and on her expression, the Bakedanuki would push her opposite hand forward, making another attempt to push the obake energy into his soul, spirit, and body. Her free hand would remain as such, and ready to grab and stop him in case he made any sort of movements for escape.

"This is what you wished for," she hissed in a hushed, but fierce tone. In a way, it was to patronize him for his rash and abrasive decision and request of her, but secretly, was also said aloud to reassure herself, who was feeling regret of her own for her present actions. "So accept it and become a monster, like me~"

Izayuki dared not even flinch as Neyvahn gripped tighter onto her shoulders. She was pressing more and more of the dangerous Youkai energy into his soul, and was transforming him from the inside out. There was no way to ease into it- he would feel the full brunt of all of it as the energy would slowly consume him. Would he be able to contain it, and not lose his mind as it all tried to take over his mind and body? If not, the next step for her would be regrettable and unfortunate, being forced to fight him again and put him down. There was no escape; he could either contain the great amounts of the powerful energy she poured into him, or he could not.
The screams that escaped from him were enough to make her want to both shut the sound out and if she could, silence whatever was making him cry out in agony. However, the other, more monstrous part of her almost seemed to encourage her to inflict more pain to bring out the agonized resonance, to relish in the sounds. She fought both sides, and tried to focus only on the energy she was carefully trying to direct; not too much, and not too little.

Eventually, the change was becoming quite evident as his humanlike screams turned to more beastlike roars and growls. To top it off, she also noticed the change in his eyes, which was to be expected. Even her own eyes were almost glowing a bright crimson as she continued to exert and channel her Youkai power. The next part to come should have not been surprising, but somehow, to Izayuki, it almost shocked her. His now even longer fangs lunged for her exposed neck and shoulder area, latching on and sinking deep into her flesh. She refused to cry out from the sudden sharp pinch, knowing it could only fuel him more, but was unsuccessful at completely concealing the small whimper that she managed to give. Attempting to work her own tolerance for pain at what was happening, she forced the grimace on her face to take the shape of a grin. She gave another small break to the onflow of energy as she spoke again briefly. "Go on, take my blood... prove to me you're a beast- and prove it to yourself~" she murmured in a gentle manner with an edge, focusing some of the Youkai energy into her own blood. He was almost there.

She had screamed... Iza had screamed in agony when Neyvahn ripped her shoulder open... it was beautiful. The smug little bitch was finally breaking her stupid act. After all the pain she put him through, after beating him down and refusing to leave him alone, she was finally becoming the victim... the prey.

The bloodthirsty bakeneko grinned beneath the blood he drank, a slight purr humming in this throat. His body didn't feel like it was burning anymore. His lungs settled back into place and the gold in his eyes began receding back into his irises... But the blood-lust was still there. Neyvahn just couldn't get enough of it. I didn't matter if it was a pint or a gallon, he still needed more. Perhaps he would drain Iza of her blood? He would be absolutely content with that...

Actually, not so much anymore.

Neyvahn's stomach lurched, forcing him to release his grip on the bakedanuki and fall to the side. Although his yokai side wanted blood more than anything, his body was too human-like to contain everything he drank. He wasn't a bottomless pit. Neyvahn gagged and spat a little blood out. The taste of iron became bitter in his mouth and he almost instantly regretted his decision, both to trust Kei and to drink the blood. Before he knew it, he was on his knees and hands, hurling up pure blood.

After what seemed like a head's worth of blood, Neyvahn coughed and looked back to Iza... What just happened!? She had an enormous hole in her shoulder! Why!? The last thing he could remember was immense pain... Why was he on the floor, vomiting blood!?