Aogetsu had her face smushed, shocked back to reality by Kichigetsu's actions. Like a flood overtaking her conscious mind she remembered that a member of her clan had been violated by the disgusting waste of flesh currently occupying the table.

Weaving handseals in a flash the woman was overtaken by monstrous changes. Her skin turned a shade of azure that was closer to black and blue, the properties of the Jounin's flesh mutating into liquid given solid form, currents running just beneath the surface in a controlled chaos.

Silver hair took on charcoal hues, sclera doing the same while Aogetsu's eyes glowed with tightly controlled suiton-chakra the same colour as her skin.

Loosely she grasped Natsuki's chin with the slender fingers of her left hand, looming over the restrained male.

Slowly her free hand would gently intertwine with Natsuki's restrained left hand.

Crunch.

With a deceptively weak squeeze Aogetsu would fracture the bones in his fingers and palm, pressing them into a ball. Blood would spurt out as fragments of bone would jut out from Natsuki's skin, the hand completely mangled.

Simultaneously with the motion she'd clasp a hand over the traitor's mouth to muffle his possible scream with a sadistic gleam in her eyes.

Mei thinks: Oh.. What Kichi did worked.
Kazue turned away, feigning her attention was diverted toward the surgical tools that were bundled in corner, so she atleast doesn't have to see the gruesome scene.
Tora squints with one eye as the Hozuki manifests herself into something that does not resemble human. With a quick skip to the side he's now beside Meigetsu, observant of the torture session.
Tora thinks: Yeah, no friggin way did Naogetsu actually beat her at her full power.
Mei scrunches her face up a little at the display. This was the.. third time she had seen her mother in this form, so the transformation itself wasn't surprising, but the gorey nature of the wounds that would be inflicted upon Natsuki on the other hand had her a little aback.

Still, she watches, her gaze not averting away from the gruesome display, not even once.
Natsuki seemed to come to a relaxation state.. He just, rested. That was all. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

However, he felt the fingers across his face, eyes trailing from the ceiling to her, rather, darting.. He didn't entirely mind the change in look. Like that, his state of relaxation went to one of mass adrenaline, feeling the sudden squeezing of his hand that shattered his bones.... But. As the 'bones' protuded through the bandage, it wasn't just bones.

It was metal plating, metal.. Pieces. Infact, there was little bone to be had. Thanks to her hand covering his mouth, the light screech he let out was muffled, though it soon calmed, going back to deep breaths and huffing. Well that didn't last long... But due to the showing of metal, it could be obvious this wasn't the first time. No, it very much so wasn't.

Blood spilled out onto the table, his body shaking, though not so much struggling. There was no struggling to be done, nor was there a point to it. More was coming, wasn't it..? He just had to, make it through... It can't be that hard. He had live torture training, yeah.

But could he get a medic to bother healing him this time around?
Kichigetsu whistles low, half-wincing as the boy's hand is crunched to pieces. There was likely much more to come.

Maybe he'd mention that the tailor was waiting for her after she was done, didn't want to throw off her flow.
Tora asks: Is his dick gettin' cut off?
Tora asked that as nonchalant as ever.
Mei says: .. Maybe more like obliterated.. perhaps? I'm not sure.
Mei thinks: -- She's kinda terrifying when she has that sadistic gleam in her eyes though.. It's almost like you could be next..
Aogetsu flashed sharp teeth without actually saying anything. The hand clasped across his mouth would slowly force his lips apart.

"Hrm."

Tora's and Meigetsu's words didn't register as she focused entirely on the subject in front of her. His blonde hair and blue eyes were being burned into her memory as anger welled up inside of her, pure and unadultered. She wanted to cause him pain. Was it useless when it came to reversing the damage he had done? Yes. Did it matter? No.

"You harmed a comrade." Aogetsu's voice was strangely dual, a subtle hum emanating with every word as the monstrous shinobi snarled.
A crunch accompanied the words as Natsuki's other hand received the same treatment as the first.

"Harmed her in a way that is not condoned even among us shinobi."
Hatred dripped from every word. Unnaturally wide eyes roamed his form only to rest on the traitor's left side, seasoned eyes mapping where to cause harm.

"Hold still." She advised sardonically, an index-finger pressing against his clothing. Utilizing her control the shape of her finger changed before their very eyes thinning and becoming long and jagged- bladelike in appearance. Not enough of a transformation to be useful for combat but when it came to piercing cloth and skin? Highly effective.

"I am going to rummage around in your insides, child. If I nick something it will slow your inevitable demise." She lied. In truth the technique had been perfected over the years to cause an inhuman amount of pain while still remaining low risk. With his meager mobility he would not be able to end what she did prematurely. But would he want to? A test to see if he would fight or give up.

Slowly her finger pierced clothing and flesh, the scent of copper beginning to waft from Natsuki. Ao maintained eyecontact as her finger elongated inside of him slowly causing exorbitant agony that creeped from left to right inside of Natsuki.
"Worst of all you hurt what is -mine-. I will make the time leading up to your death filled with pain. You will long for me to end your life before we're done. Beg for it even."

The process would be slow as she'd avoid his vitals. Anything she pierced caused a slow death, still treatable.

Minutes would pass only for her finger to pierce the other side of Natsuki, the finger coming out thin, jagged and covered in tiny spikes.
A disturbing sight to say the least.

"Anyone not wishing to watch is free to leave."
A look was sent towards each of the onlookers, the Jounin gauging their reactions while she spoke with that same unnerving duality.



Tora wrinkles his nose, even he himself was getting disgusted by the grody and gorey sight. It wasn't pretty in the slightest, Tora looks away, only catching a glimpse of the following torture with his periphery vision.
Kazue got interupted from her sulking re-arranging of surgical tools by the call to leave the surgical room, promptly turning and her leg lashing out, almost far too eager to take the rest of her body out of this place. But..eventualy, Kazue stayed.  For some unknown reason. Taking a good look of Aogetsu, she'd get..a little paler, along with a brief look on the person below her..and downright fellbackwards on the wall, not fainting from sheer willpower. Or whatever it was. Every passing second, was an intense struggle for the redhead to not just bolt.
Kichigetsu watches incredibly closely, almost inquisitively, off-handedly responding to her.

"I wouldn't want to miss you punishing someone on behalf of all of our clan, ma'am." He says, as though somewhat lost in thought. Almost like he was taking mental notes for the future.

Certainly he didn't enjoy the sight, but he had done plenty of things he didn't enjoy. And in this case, he was perfectly without conflictions about this event. For what he'd done to Ravegetsu, silly as her name was, he would receive the full punishment of the Hozuki clan.

He remains, gaze still affixed on Natsuki, a hand resting on his chin as the other supported it, crossed across his body.
Mei leans her back against the wall, remaining in place. She would stay, and she would watch. Not to mention, she would learn. The sight of what her mother was doing to Natsuki would be forever burned into her memory, but she would not look away. Even as her face scrunched up as if she was experiencing pain herself, even if the sight made her feel sick to her stomach, her eyes remained peeled onto the torture that was taking place.

Her demons would chime in her head, announcing their presence, ensuring that the young Hozuki would remain in place, her gaze aimed directly towards the scene as it unfolded, unwavering.

She would not be leaving..


Tora thinks: That's fuckin' nasty.
Natsuki arched his back off the bedding as much as he could, metal wiring and rope straining against his body, the horrific sounds of crunching and grinding on his left hand that was, far worse than what happened to his right. There was no metal, there was only bone that was crushed and shattered to shards, blood pouring.

Unlike before, he wavered. His morale and spirit shattered altogether, much like his hand. Screeching, yelling, shouting -- everything. Just his voice being let out in a means to show the pain. And it didn't stop.

Her words were meaningless and unheard by him. The needle of a finger started to slide through his body - right through his innards and between his vital points, his organs and all, though due to the tiny spikes, it would be like dragging barbs along his insides... Blood ran relentlessly out the hole that was made, along with he himself coughing up blood between screams - but he soon lost the ability to do that, just going to making highly pained huffs and the occassional groan of agony.

Though finally, it exited his left side and stopped moving, leaving him to just jolt back and forth, struggling. Sadly for him, his tolerance was too much to just pass out.. Not like she'd let him sleep through it anyway.

Now, both his hands were destroyed. His eyes were -- empty, terrified, narrowed and focused, all in one.
Kichigetsu says: Hmm...
Aogetsu hummed, staring at him still without blinking, never blinking. While emotions were running rampant she kept it in a tight ball, focusing on the task at hand. Shrewdly she took note of the amount of blood lost, noting that it was far from enough to be an immeadiate threat to his life. She needed him to be able to live through the entirety of what she had planned.

"Can you hear me?" The monster of a woman would question softly, speaking like a mother advising her son, tone falsely tender.
"Listen closely, Natsuki. You did a bad thing...and I am punishing you for it. A lesser person would have passed out by now which means you show promise, child. Promise Kirigakure could have use for..."
Every word was chosen to entice hope, perfectly aligned with the philosophies of the Kirigakure of old. If Natsuki was aware of the teachings, the school of thought that had spawned a long line of vicious shinobi without a conscience, Goto the latest among them, he might be comforted.

In the past even the most jagged of weapons had use in skilled hands, or at least that is what their village used to spout.

"Unfortunately the potential has been wasted on you it seems. A traitor and a rapist..." Her finger shifted, widening slightly as the spikes reversed their position as Natsuki's reprieve came to an end. Slowly the digit began moving back in, reversing it's path and the wider size and the repositioned spikes making sure his raw insides received even more damage.

A finger plugged the whole to avoid bloodloss. He would die when she willed.

The torture continued.

"
Mei thinks: So much screaming..
Kichigetsu whispers faintly.
Kichigetsu yells: So much pain.. He stopped existing!
Aogetsu hummed, staring at him still without blinking, never blinking. While emotions were running rampant she kept it in a tight ball, focusing on the task at hand. Shrewdly she took note of the amount of blood lost, noting that it was far from enough to be an immeadiate threat to his life. She needed him to be able to live through the entirety of what she had planned.

"Can you hear me?" The monster of a woman would question softly, speaking like a mother advising her son, tone falsely tender.
"Listen closely, Natsuki. You did a bad thing...and I am punishing you for it. A lesser person would have passed out by now which means you show promise, child. Promise Kirigakure could have use for..."
Every word was chosen to entice hope, perfectly aligned with the philosophies of the Kirigakure of old. If Natsuki was aware of the teachings, the school of thought that had spawned a long line of vicious shinobi without a conscience, Goto the latest among them, he might be comforted.

In the past even the most jagged of weapons had use in skilled hands, or at least that is what their village used to spout.

"Unfortunately the potential has been wasted on you it seems. A traitor and a rapist..." Her finger shifted, widening slightly as the spikes reversed their position as Natsuki's reprieve came to an end.

Slowly the digit began moving back in, reversing it's path and the wider size and the repositioned spikes making sure his raw insides received even more damage. While not a specialist the Commander had managed to carve out her own preferred methods of dealing pain for the pure sake of it.

A finger plugged the hole to avoid bloodloss. He would die when she willed.

The torture continued.

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Kazue whispers faintly.
Tora whispers: Grody.
Mei whispers: Mm..
Kichigetsu whispers faintly.
Kazue whispers faintly.
Kichigetsu whispers faintly.
Kazue whispers faintly.
Mei continued to watch intently, her scrunced up expression shifting into something different. Her eyes widened lightly, with morbid facination now, her expression underneath the mask seeming to even relax a little now.

Every word, every expression, every scream and every movement would be ingrained in her memory. She was learning. The nauseating disgust being replaced with this facination, perhaps even near appreciation of the grotesque morbidity, the chance to see this upclose, to learn from this, to see just how much a human body could take.

This was the second torture session she was witnessing, the first being when Goto tortured Sanae. And now, just as before, her gaze was keenly moving, drawing in the calculated brutality, the choice of words, everything.

The art of breaking a human, she was beginning to learn.
Kichigetsu whispers faintly.
Kichigetsu whispers faintly.
Kazue whispers faintly.
The ghost of Naogetsu looms over Aogetsu and shakes his head dismissively. This was not what he wanted.
(Tora)
Natsuki seemed to calm down his struggling, as it only tired him out. He returned to laying on the bed, the arch of his back lowering, as his eyes slowly faded. They closed. Natsuki wasn't aware of the teachings - nor did he give the slightest of fucks.
The hope she tried to entice was non-existant. He had lost the ability to trust words long ago.

Comfort would never happen. Even if she wasn't lying about promise -- he would never see it himself. All in all, he only saw himself dying in the future, even before all of this..

Her finger began to get drawn back through his body, though different this time. It was worse than before. It was wider - bigger spikes grinding against his insides, his exposed flesh on the inside of his body being ruined part by part, inch by inch, more blood gushing past her finger ----

Though it finally got to the end after multiple jolts and horrific groans, blood plugged due to the needle of a finger. He couldn't even speak. He couldn't even respond in any way other than just, pain. Liquid welled in his eyes, though he refused to let it flow. Infact, he drew it back in. Weakness would not show any more than it already had.

He regretted having to suffer through this, but so goes life. He simply waited for what came next, sweating just as heavily as his breathing was, trying to get a moment to even catch his breath.

Would she even LET him survive?
Aogetsu says: Hrm. Find the Mizukage. Bring her here.
Tora says: Will do.
Aogetsu says: Good.
Tora says: Eri. Do not enter the second surgery room.
Tora says: That's..sort of an order from Lady Ao.
A tall, bearded man the title of this book read '12 steps to running a successful business'. His gaze would trail from the words on the page and towards the woman who now stood beside him.
"Tailoring business." he replied before he, with a roll of his torso pushed himself up to a seat, turning to somewhat face the woman.
A spectacled matriarch says: Hm. Lucrative...
A spectacled matriarch asks: You don't hail from the Genai. Do you?
Tora says: Lady Mizukage. Your presence is needed at the hospital, second surgery room. Lady Aogetsu calls for you.
Tora says: We're torturin' the rapist.
Tora says: Sorry for the interruption.
A spectacled matriarch says: ...I was not informed of a rapist. But excuse me, sir. Business calls.
A spectacled matriarch exhales and pushes up her glasses, striding off south.
A tall, bearded man says: It appears so.
Kazue looked incredibly hesitant, but once more, her legs were of a different mindset than whole body, strolling forth.
She seemed to be trying to avoid eye-contact with the blondes face, for some reason, obeying Aogetsus instructions to the best of her ability.

Slab of meat. Just a slab of meat. Slab of very bad meat. Not a person.
Kichigetsu asks: Done already, ma'am?
Tora says: Yup. He raped a Hozuki girl and then choked her on a bed.
A spectacled matriarch pushes in. Tora is at her heels.

Surprise of surprise, she doesn't look happy. At all.

"...Which Hozuki girl?"
Tora says: Also, he went rogue-ish. Went off to mine without permission -and- got captured by Konoha a few months back.
Tora says: Raven.
Tora says: Ravegetsu, I ..ugh, think.
Kichigetsu says: Yes, her.
Mei says: Hrm..
Kazue was quite intently pressing her hands againts a spot on their body, doing her best to halt bleeding by pressure alone.
Aogetsu was standing next to Natsuki's restrained body. Blood dripped down from the table and was splattered with blood here and there, her hands dyed crimson. The effects of her signature technique was in full effect; azure instead of pink, charcoal instead of silver and white. Sharp teeth and the foreboding continuous feeling of an almost oppressive amount of power.

"Mind closing up the holes, Mizukage-sama? I simply want them closed so that he does not bleed out before I am done torturing him." Ao would request sardonically, gaze drifting to where Kazue was stemming bloodflow with her hands and the place where Aogetsu's right hand did the same.
A spectacled matriarch is quick to take in the scene, particularly the Hozuki's transformation. Silent, with a dip of her head, she steps forward and hovers over the table. She examines the tortured one for injuries, scanning his body before continuing.
Kazue hesitantly pulled her hands away, for she hasn't recieved an instruction to remove them. But..it made sense, right? Blood colored in a similiar fashion to her hair were something that took up her attention, as she backed up againts the counter behind her, staring in disbelief.
Mei slips her hands within the confines of her pockets, simply continuing to watch everything that was going on with the same morbid facination.
Natsuki had both his hands genuinely crushed like tomatoes, blood pooled around both, with bones sprouted out and shattered, sticking through skin. As for his torso, there was a thin hole on his left side, and right side, as if something was stuck all the way through. Internally? It looked like his insides were shredded.

There was a lot of blood, honestly. He was motionless, exhausted, trying to take the chance to breathe.
Tora scratches his chin, administrating the horrid health state that the rapist was in. It didn't make him feel good watching it, but Tora had been through some gorey experiences, nothing that his stomach couldn't handle. In fact, the case that this boy was served was moreso fulfilling to the swordsman than it was grody.
Mei whispers: I wonder if pain alone has ever been enough to kill a man.. how much pain can a body handle before it breaks?
Kichigetsu watched closer now that the Mizukage was here, able to see not one, but two masters of their field perform.

What an enlightening day.
Tora whispers: It can kill. He's just durable.
A spectacled matriarch begins healing, only tending to the most immediate wounds. There is no 'saving'. No warmth of healing light, no restoration of lost blood.

Instead when she reaches out, her fingertips brushing the wounds, there is a searing pain and the smell of burning flesh. For his transgression there isn't any comfort. Efficient and brutal cauterization to serve dual purpose; he is left alive, kept in stasis, but further punished with agony.
Mei whispers: I wonder what his limit will be then. It will be interesting to see.
Natsuki ends up tormented even further, but he was too tired already to scream any more.. He simply shook back and forth with his body, weakly, before he just, died down and lied still, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. His wounds were closed, with more horrific pain, yes.

But there was nothing he could do about it.
Aogetsu says: Hrm...I would like to have him healed enough to where he can be moved.
Mei whispers: .. Tsk.. He doesn't even scream and thrash about any longer..
Mei thinks: How dull..
A spectacled matriarch says: He is no longer bleeding. Movement is possible.
Aogetsu says: Well then.
Aogetsu says: Kazue.
Kichigetsu says: Amazing..
Mei releases a soft hum as she watches from the sidelines. Seems it was over for now.
Tora asks: We untyin' the rope and wire?
A spectacled matriarch is still quiet, pensive and watchful, but her eyes flick over briefly as Meigetsu hums.
Kazue perked up at her name being mentioned, lowering her bloodcovered hands.
Aogetsu looked to the redhead gravely.

"His right eye. I want you to stab through the pupil slowly. Careful not to kill him. I will make sure he does not thrash around just to be sure."

Aogetsu would follow up by gripping Natsuki by the chin with one hand and the other grasping his shoulder. With her extraordinary strength movement had been rendered impossible.

A stare was maintained.
Mei thinks: Oh, they're not done.
Aogetsu asks: Consider it part of your 'test'. You were ready, no?
A spectacled matriarch straightens her posture, squaring her shoulders and standing at parade-rest. A strong hunch tells her that she'll be needed here further. And so the medic stays.
Tora helps himself out and ventures forward, placing his two metallic gauntlets at either unmonitored side of the tortured victim. The brown-haired boy's iron grip is displayed, bruising the already mangled blond-haired boy in the process, yet stiffing the areas at which he held contact. He did not carry around a sword and armor for nothing, after all.
"I'll help." he merely adds in.
A spectacled matriarch quickly holds up a hand, palm out. She gestures for Tora to stay his hand.
Tora pulls back, nodding to the Mizukage before contact is even made.
Mei unleans her back from the wall now, a small step bringing her closer, so that she could have a better look at what was being done. She soon joined Kichigetsu's side.
Mei thinks: At least this way.. he'll never be able to look at her the same.
Kichigetsu just silently keeps his eyes on the scene. He wasn't participating in the torture unless requested by Aogetsu, but as a member of the Hozuki clan, he felt it his duty to bear witness and learn from this, however he possibly could.

And part of him was just waiting for the genital mutiliation with morbid curiosity. Not of why, but -how- exactly Aogetsu would castrate Natsuki. He figured it was bound to happen eventually.
Kazue audibly gulped, getting fairly watery eyes from the order. Somehow, she suspected this'd happen if she had stayed. And she stayed. Why?

The redhead shakily exhaled, as she shifted forth, a senbon gently sliding out of her sleeve, as if..on its own. Peculiar trick.  And for the first time today, she glanced to the blondes face, likely almost matching the sense of terror he must've felt.

It doesn't hurt, eyeballs don't have nerve endings for pain, right? It wouldn't hurt. It would just be disgusting. But she had butchered animals before, this..couldn't be any different, right? It was ..a test. Biology..test sort of thing. It won't hurt him. Just like picking an olive on a toothpick,  right?


Kazue leaned over and aligned the needle horizontaly againts their eyeball, face moving up close, trying to focus on the eye alone, to block out the rest of their face. And if..all went as planned, she'd slowly descend with the senbon, trying her best to steady her hand..and as it would make contact with the eye, her fingers lightly jerked, tearing the pupil up a bit, before she'd be sinking deeper. Not more than an inch.
Aogetsu thinks: Excellent...
A spectacled matriarch thinks: Promising.
The boy's pupils shrunk to nothing but dots, staring at the senbon that lowered towards his eye... He couldn't move nor shake. He was forced to submit to this.. He didn't really care for what Kazue was feeling, nor if she was scared. She wasn't the one getting her eye put onto a kabob. Though, he didn't seem to react.

He seemed to just remain deathly still, as if petrified, the only movement a twitch of his nose, as his eye was pierced straight down the center...

He didn't feel it? Maybe? It depended if eyes actually did have nerves.
(Natsuki)
Kichigetsu grimaces just slightly as Kazue does her part. It was the slow, hesitant nature of her work that caused as much. Slowly shoving something through an eye, and the squelch it made.. It was a lot more disgusting than he'd have expected. Also the thought of such a thing happening to him?

It made his stomach churn, although only slightly. He was used to gore, just not this specific aspect. But the Hozuki continues to watch attentively, a hand having come to cover his own eye on reflex. Man, nerves or not, he'd be losing his mind if that sort of thing happened to him.

A slow sigh escapes his lips, almost feeling bad for Natsuki. Almost.
Aogetsu says: Good.
Aogetsu says: Now...
Aogetsu says: Hrm...
Aogetsu let the effects of her jutsu receede as her reserves dipped to half.
Aogetsu says: Tora. Kichigetsu. Meigetsu.
Mei removes her hands from her pockets now, folding them together behind her back. Trailing the needle with her gaze, her eyes would lift, examining the expression upon Kazue's face for a brief moment, only for her gaze to lower, keenly watching as the needle would sink through his pupil.

Again, for only a moment her nose would scrunch underneath her facemask, the girl subcounciously closing her own eyes in a mildly extended blink. Only those with keen eyes would pick up on it.

She.. didn't even pity him in the slightest.
Aogetsu says: You will oversee and decide how to go about his castration. Then perform it.
Aogetsu says: I have wasted enough time on this piece of trash as is...
Tora says: Oh..
Tora says: So we -are- takin' it off.
Mei says: Mm, very well.
Aogetsu says: Yes. -You- are.
Aogetsu says: Kazue may remain if she wishes.
Aogetsu asks: Mizukage-sama, do you wish to continue overseeing this?
A spectacled matriarch asks: You've assigned the task already. No?
Kazue held the needle in place, worried what would happen if she released it. And as time went by, she wasn't feeling any better, considering she has gone ahead and already pierced it, but much worse. Tearing here and there. Her hand jerked away from the needle as she heard again that she may excuse herself, this time, not making the same mistake of refusing the offer. "I'll..I've ..had my share for today."
Aogetsu says: I have, yes. But if you do not wish to observe they can simply cauterize the wound once they're done and see if he survives. It matters little to me.
A spectacled matriarch says: That will suffice.
Tora says: I'll do it.
Kazue shifted along the counter, not even thinking twice about leaving the senbon there. Expensive stuff, but she doesn't want it back.
Mei steps away from the door, so that Kazue may leave. She'd move herself closer to the table where Natsuki remained bound. She had a few ideas on how to make the castration as inhumane as possible..
Kazue used the lovely shield of people to remain in the room in a relatively safe location from the awful sight the blonde was.
A spectacled matriarch thinks: I have seen worse...
Tora grabs the hilt of his Zanbatou and hoisters it off his back with a single arm, straightening it forward with his sheer strength alone, his limb not shaking in the slightest. "I already broke his two ribs, so this won't be a first time for me." he notes, now using his other hand to fully grasp his blade. "Besides, rapin' someone is fuckin' gross, no man should do that." he merey states, careless if the Mizukage and the Jounin Commander were around him.

He was an outspoken individual, rambling his mind from time to time, speaking the truth when he thought it was appropriate to do so.

"Take his pants off. Kichigetsu, straighten his junk." he voices to the Chuunin, Tora himself taking a spot next to the Mizukage, opposite of the male Hozuki. "Let's make this quick."
Kichigetsu suddenly bows his head, a bit glad, in a way, he got to do such a task. He holds up a finger.

"What do you think, guys? I've got a few ideas for the berries, but uh.. Twig is, like, fair game." The chuunin says as he levels his pointer fingers to Natsuki's crotch, closing one eye.

"Well... Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. It, like, ain't torture if I just do it, right?" He says, shaking his head. "He's gotta suffer, don't he?" He says, nodding.

Kichigetsu walks over and brushes a hand through the poor guy's hair. He'd made some mistakes, and even though a part of Kichigetsu really had no desire to hurt the boy... The rest of him was a Hozuki, and wanted to see the rapist of his kin suffer.

So he begins to hum, looking to disturb the boy by moving to the table of deadly, sharp instruments, movements almost dance-like as he inspects a few.

"Maybe.. This one!" He says, bringing a ridiculously sharp scalpel to the boy's groin, as if measuring if it was sharp enough by cutting into the cloth near his important bits. "Nahhh.. Too small." He comments, replacing the scalpel, continuing to hum and move about the room, looking for the perfect ool.

He'd already decided what to do, but it -was- torture.
A spectacled matriarch looks up and across the table to Aogetsu."Did you wish to supervise this, Hozuki-sama? Or do you have a moment to walk with me?"
Mei asks: Wouldn't crushing each stone first be adequately painful for torture?
Tora says: I think he won't be able to pee after that. I'm not really sure.
Kazue thinks: ..They're enjoying it. All of them. This is..bad.
Tora says: Actually, I'm pretty sure he won't be able to pee.
Kichigetsu asks: Is that, like, really our problem, though?
Mei says: I don't think he pee's from the stones, Tora. Eunuchs have lost them, and in cases even the shaft, and are still capable of living relatively normally.
Tora says: Not my choice. Lady Ao, Lady Mizukage? I mean I dunno! I'm no medic , so...
Kichigetsu says: We'll get him a little metal straw to pee... If he lives..
Aogetsu says: Hrm...
Kichigetsu says: Kind of a big -if-.
Mei says: Mhmm..
Aogetsu says: Let us go, Mizukage.
Aogetsu stalked out of the room, bloodied and grim.
ith nobody left to impress, Kazue darted for the door, away from this nightmarish scene.
(Kazue)
Tora says: So..well, okay. You take care of his balls, I'll do the penis.
Mei shifts herself into Aogetsu's former position now. Her hands move together, seals being formed as water slips forth from her skin, encapsulating her hands..
A spectacled matriarch follows behind the gore dappled Jounin.
Tora rests the Zanbatou at the side of his waist, for now. He looks to the side, not wanting to spectate a man's intimate organs being crushed.
Kichigetsu slowly goes through saws and scalpels, bringng them to his junk in measurement, then cutting lightly of the skin and turning his pants to ribbons with his every movement. "Y'know, you might, like, think I'm geting some sick pleasure of this, or something, but trust me dude, I'm not." He says, patting Natsuki on the thigh as he moves more of the tattered pants away.

"But.. Gotta do this right, y'know? It's my job as a chuunin, and a proud member of the Hozukis. You, like, did a reeeeal bad thing, so.." He tears Natsuki's pants away, the boy's genitals quickly coming into view. "Eh, none of these tools are gonna work well.." He admits, taking a step away with his back turned.

Then he turns around and, with a pointer finger, fires a single drop of water, like a bullet, with incredibly precision. It impacts and obliterates Natsuki's left testicle. "You've lost the privilege to use these, I'm afraid." Kichigetsu says with a slow exhale, the sight of the damage excessively gory looking, making even the one who dished it out wince slightly, muttering "Yikes.." under his breath.

Then he lines up his other hand and fires again for the right, to a simillar effect.
Mei shrugs, allowing the water to drop from her hands. It seemed as though Kichigetsu handled it.. though her method would have been far more excruciating..
Tora says: Must be Mei's first time seein' a dick.
Tora says: What a mighty woman. Not even flinchin'.
Mei says: It's just a body part.
Mei says: On nothing but a slab of meat.
Kichigetsu says: I leave the wiener to you dudes.
Tora hears a popping sound, followed by liquid leaking - a testicle's eruption. He cringes, not wanting to see this ugly sight one bit. "Man...sounded like you shot only one. Finish the other one and I'll do the dick. You've gotta hold it, thou', it would be unpleasant for Mei to do it. I'll chop it off."
Mei says: Hrm. It seems you've got this handled.
Natsuki seemed... Broken at this point. A lifeless husk. He felt the jolt of pain run up his body from the explosion of his testicle -- then the next one. He just, stared blankly at the ceiling. Why?.. All of this, over something that wasn't even true.

But he couldn't even speak up on it.

There was nothing he could say, if he could even speak. His eye was probably unusuable, his genitals -- well, gone. His hands, ruined more than likely permanently, and there was a hole drilled through his side that came out the other. His insides were blended. Why didn't he just let himself die? For whatever reason, he fought it.

Maybe he should just give up.
Kichigetsu says: Wow, not even an "ouch". Impressive resilience.
Tora says: Ugh, yeah. Take his dick by the tip and lift it up..
Mei says: You got it over with too quickly, Kichi. He's already numbed from all the pain, we won't get a reaction from him unless we really try..
Mei says: Anyhow, I'll be on my way. You two have got this covered.
Tora lifts the heavy weapon with two hands, gliding its sharpened and glistening razor sharp edge at the now nonexistant testicles, it's a milimeter away from touching his more than likely flaccid penis. "This will hurt, Mei." he voices to the only present girl. This was weird.
Tora looks down, narrowing his eyes and supressing the feeling of actually doing this, but he had to, it was an order.
Kichigetsu shrugs, bringing his gloved hand forward.

"Y'know, Natsuki, I'm almost sorry we gotta do this to you.. But..." The Hozuki shrugs, the blonde's dong tip between his fingers, stretching it forward. He wryly grins to Mei.

"Sorry, guess I'm really not too great at this whole torture thing. Executions are usually what I'm, like, responsible for."
Eri says: I was called. Uh.
Mei says: Well.. atleast you were gentle.. I was going to slowly crush it until it popped..
Tora says: Yeah. We're gonna need you to heal this, might wanna step out.
Tora says: For juuust a second.
Mei says: They'll be done in a moment.
Tora says: Leave. I don't want you to see this.
Eri says: ..Why the fuck would we use the place where people get better to torture somebody.
Eri says: This angers me.
Mei says: Ask Lady Aogetsu..
Eri says: Mreh.
Mei says: And instead of just plainly lobbing it off.. Splitting it down the middle first could be a very painful option..
Tora dips the blade down, brushing down against the lowest part of the boy's shaft. It curves, and with a quick, precise sweep to the side, Tora swings right back.
It's a grody, horrible and incredibly painful treatment. One that would stain this boy and remove his manhood forever.

A disgusting sound of pure muscle being severed is heard, creaking even. Then, the entirety of Natsuki's member is sent flying to the side, hitting the wall and sliding down the wood with blood slowing its downfall.  The spot where the boy's penis once was becomes a living, broken faucet of a crimson liquid - blood. It stains the ceeling, everyone around. It's grody, very grody.

Tora coughs, two or three times even. "That was fuckin' nasty." he mumbles, feeling disgusted of himself. Even though the youth was included daily in shedding the blood off his enemies, he didn't like lopping off another boy's junk off. It just, didn't suit him. "And I don't think I'm doin' it again." he reaffirms to himself, swaying his Zanbatou to the side and spraying the floor with blood and even cleaning his blade in the process.
Sanae knocks on the door.
Tora says: Get out.
Tora says: Now.
Natsuki remained rather, unresponsive. As stated before -- well, he was kind of done. With everything. At this point, he had experienced so much pain that his tolerance was too far...

His eyes never averted from the ceiling, the Zanbatou flying infront of his gaze, before it simply impacted with the base of the shaft, taking it off in one swoop to send it flying. He was unresponsive and bleeding profusely..