It felt like a nightmare, didn't it? The pain never stopped, the aching feeling like hell burns. Even the slightest graze felt as if the world was being put on those wounds. How could someone be this cruel?.. Being born as a Shinigami but taken under the wing of a Quincy wasn't something anyone needed honestly. Much less the.. Abuse you went through because of that. A Shinigami born in the village full of Quincies.. Tch. Ridiculous. Bazz lived in the same village, son of the lord that ruled here. Yhwach had his position further in the north, though it was still very close. Jugram and Bazz-B had been friends for some weeks now, even if Jugo's Uncle was a bit of a problem. The blonde always had bruises on his upper arms, pointing out to possible.. 'Intimate' assault as there weren't any other wounds around. Obivously it worried Bazz and made him angry.. But there weren't many things he could do except keep the timidly gentle blonde by his side. It was this afternoon that they stumbled upon something. Or rather.. Someone. Jugram, being the more observant of the two, noticed your trembling form on the ground right away. The two 8 year olds knew you were a Shinigami born though.. You didn't deserve this. And both of them didn't even care about the fact that you were not a Quincy. "Bazz..", Jugo whispered softly, pointing out at your younger form. The red haired boy looked over, green eyes widening. You were around the age of 7, just a year younger than both of them. Yet already beaten blue and red. Most of your wounds looked infected, some even showing that your skin was torn. Just what happened to you, {{user}}? The two boys approached carefully, Bazz taking the lead as always. "Hey, you alright?"