(o/A)battle of F.A.T.E (yaoi rp) [Re-editing]

[sukiyuna]

Circus? As if he were some freak of nature! The angered bird demon inhaled in anger and his hair seemed to puff up slightly as if it was attempting to resemble feathers. He had enough experience with the whole 'freak' business when he had first come into contact with humans- it had been a painful experience for the 'bullies' and a learning one for Sachi.

But by no means had he ever let that go.

"Come down here so I can kill you," Sachi growled out again, despite of the fact that the order had already been refused before. Besides, he didn't trust the shadow-walker to stay in the tree long enough for him to climb up and throttle the insolent boy and he hated wasting energy on an empty stomach. It didn't help that the boy wasn't going to get caught up by him cutting the tree down- not that Sachi had the energy to- or the patience, for that matter.

But it didn't seem like Vaulken would get off his new high horse anytime soon so the bird demon had no choice and, walking over to the tree where the runt was roosting he began to climb- dutifully ignoring the pain in his shoulder that told him it was nothing but a stupid idea to go up after the shrimp. . . Whom apparently did not believe that Mother Nature would be cruel enough to skip out on making him normal-sized. If the gray-haired man was in a good mood, he might have laughed at the child's fierce denial of his shortness.

If Sachi was in a good mood, then he might have also ignored the 'breaking a nail' comment. Alas- he was not.

Sachi let out a loud squawk of indignation, "You have the gall to say that I'm afraid of breaking a finger? You're the one who looks likes a woman!" He huffed as he climbed, "I bet you've been mated as if you were one as well!" The thought had just occurred to Sachi, but it seemed to be good cannon fodder at the time.



((Your post does not suck, darn you. And I'm having an odd day with Sachi myself. Bleeeeeh~ ))

[Seki Seysena]

Wiggy

Wiggy looked about again, he was aware of Kumori's instructions, but he wasn't exactly a shadow walker. Kumori might be used to this place, even if he didn't like it, Wiggy though had never even seen this place until now.

He decided not to comment on it and for two seconds thought maybe it wasn't as difficult as he was making it. So, try walking like Kumori said, just keep calm and move forward. Of course, before he could try, Kumori hadn't missed when he spoke out Vaulken's name. They were the only living beings at the moment within this plain. It wasn't like it would be difficult to hear what each other said, there wasn't really anything to disrupt them. "Oh, Vaulken," he grinned a bit as he thought back about the runt, "His name is Vaulken.... Vaulken something.... Vaulken "McShrimpy" Noctem. He is the tiny kid I know, from.... from sometime back."

He stopped for a moment trying to recall when they had met, but that was just on the tip of his tongue. Now that was going to bug him for the rest of the day. "Well, other then being short, bad at hide-and-seek, and short.... Wait, ah, forget it." He felt like he was just going to ramble on and on about Vaulken's size, there was certainly more to the kid then his height. The problem now was recalling that which stood out more for him other than what he was obviously lacking in.

"Well, just an old acquaintance now," Wiggy recalled how few times they had actually come face-to-face, which wonder just what Vaulken was doing right now. What had him even more curious though was why Kumori suddenly cared so much, "Why do you ask? You seem to be doing your best to avoid getting close to me, so what about Vaulken sparks your interest so suddenly?" He doubted it was the name Vaulken its self that did the trick. Heck, if it toke having the name like Vaulken to get this guy to even notice you he wanted that name!

Wait a minute!! Something was seriously wrong here. Why was he suddenly jealous of Vaulken over his name?

He quickly loosened his hold as he removed one of his hands, just lightly holding onto Kumori's hand now with his right hand. He leaned back angrily from Kumori, feeling very confused now, what exactly was he even doing now? He really, really, really ought to just go back home.

((Ta-dah! I am back!! It also went in a strange direction, but there it is.))

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"Țɑҡɘ Ӎү ζɩʄɘ"
"Ӎυɾɗɘɾ Ӎɘ тѳлɩɞʜт"

"Ίη ϒѳυɾ Ңɑηɗʂ"
"Ƞѳω Ȓɘɗ Щɩϯɦ Ӎү βʅѳѳɗ "

"Ȧηɗ Ί Щɩʅʅ ζѳʌɘ ϒѳυ ϝѳɾɘʌɘɾ" he ϩɑɩɗ
"ϝѳɾɘʌɘɾ Ί Șɦɑʅʅ Șϯɑɩη ϒѳυɾ Ңɘɑɾϯ Ȧηɗ Ңɑηɗʂ" he ϯɦѳυɡɦϯ

[Sexy_Angel_Native]

~`『Vaulken "Kenny" Noctem』`~xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

“Like you are one to talk!  Attacking a minor because of shear anger?  What the hell is wrong with you!!!?”  Vaulken found himself screaming at the man below him.  What was this guy’s problem?  It was obvious he only cared about himself, but going and saying things as if they never applied to him was rather rude and was starting to grind the young one’s nerves.  Can the man be any more crude?

Because of his anger, Vaulken forgot about the loud cracking he heard earlier.  That loud snapping noise that deafened his ears for a split second before focusing back onto the man below him was the farthest thing for his mind at the moment.  Of course the small shadow creeper did not find anything strange about this awkward position they were in or that he was on top of the other one.  All he cared about at the moment was taking out his revenge on the older one, and if it meant having to get on top of him and strangle the guy himself, the boy would do it.  It appears he is going to have to do that here soon with how this giant pigeon is mouthing the child, treating him like he was a burden to not only him but the rest of society.  He needed to have an attitude readjustment, and this boy would be the one to give it to him.

Vaulken’s eye twitched when the man stated that last line.  Ever so slowly, that twitched molded his into a full blown scowl, with his lips pulled back to bare his teeth at this stupid man of a pigeon.  He hissed.  Oh, that was it.  With great fury burning in his young and puffy eyes, he screamed like a banshee before his fist slammed into the man’s cheek with extreme force.  But the shadow creeper did not stop there.

He couldn’t.

His fists rammed themselves into the older one’s face over and over again like some type of programmed robot that only knew how to do that simple action.  With every punch he yelled at the top of his lungs for the guy to shut up.  His emotions were running rampage in his mind as tears of frustration slide down his cheeks retracing the wet lines for the ones from earlier.  The boy’s eyes glared daggers at the man, but they were glazed over like he was in his own world at the moment, which was entirely true.

His body might be watching the one below him, but his mind was somewhere else, reliving the times where he felt helpless to stop anything.  All the images of his past irritations and frustrations flashed by like a swiftly moving flash show.  First the images of his first time nearly being raped flew by as each other the others filled in one after the other.  First it was a ravenous rat demon.  Next was the locust, snake, doppelganger, incubus, butterfly, and wolverine, and, of course, they were all demons.  Even his own cousins tried to go after Vaulken claiming to do it for the preservation of the clan.  The head of our house, the great grand parents, all approved of this behavior.  So he would be harassed almost daily by them since it was the least he could do for being born a b*****d.

Then things just drifted together simultaneously after that.  His family’s constant abuse.  The looks he comes across when he is inside or outside of his house.  The constant picking up of stalkers for being a part of the noble house.  The greedy, lustful, and resentful faces of his commanding officers and fellow soldiers.  The idiotic hit-ons by subordinates.  Then, last but not least, the pain and anger this pain in the neck put him through!  It was all starting to pour out as he kept pummeling the guy.  In a way this was a type of therapy; however, usually it was only to be used for things like punching bags or something soft and durable.  That doesn’t stop the boy from grabbing the man’s shoulders and slamming them into the ground once his fists felt tired.  This didn’t last much more than thirty second or a minute tops. 

What will this opportunistic bird do now that Vaulken is getting tired?


"вιτε yσuя ℓιρ

αηɗ cℓσsε yσuя εyεs

ι'ℓℓ τακε yσu αωαy

τσ ραяαɗιsε"

[sukiyuna]

Sachi glared up at the shadow shrimp, if the child could just shut-up and listen to him without question, then maybe he wouldn't attempt to murder him. . . Besides, Sachi would say that rather than murder the boy, he was just beating the crap out of him. Which was different from attempted murder. . . Really, it was.

Sachi puffed up again when the shadow-walker blew him off with a wave of his hand, as if he were little more than a pesky fly. The boy was lucky to have the bird demon as a partner for the F.A.T.E project! The gray haired man was about to inform the boy of this little fact when the shrimp's expression darkened. Sachi peered up at the boy, slightly confused, what was wrong with him now? The gray-haired man raised an eyebrow, had he actually struck a nerve? The shadow-walker was actually glaring at him, all of his emotions were raw and the bird idly wondered whether Vaulken knew about this vulnerability.

And then, before Sachi could even think about reacting, he felt Vaulken's foot connect with his chest. Pain exploded across his chest and the bird demon let go of the tree as his hair was seized in the grasp of an angry shadow-walker.

And crap, they were really falling, weren't they? And for once, Sachi just couldn't start flapping his wings and be alright. He closed his eyes, only opening them once he made contact with the ground for the second time that day. There was an almost sickening crack and the bird demon realized, with growing horror that his wings had been damaged, but he said nothing instead, Sachi took deep, shuddering breaths, glaring up at the shadow-walker.

"What are you going to do now, boy? Huh?" It wasn't a tease, it was a dare, despite the fact that he was no longer in the position to even threaten the child. The bird demon couldn't stand to look vulnerable. Not in front of the shrimp.



((. . . Yup. Odd post is odd. ))

[Sexy_Angel_Native]

~`『Vaulken "Kenny" Noctem』`~xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Vaulken held on to this giant bird brained man for dear life when they both fell to the earth bracing himself for the impact.  When they finally did hit the ground, the shadow creeper used the giant bird as a cushion to break his fall.  Since he was a small thing, it shouldn’t have done much damage to the guy below him even though he yearned for the idea that he could hurt the man in some way.  However, he had to hand it to the guy, he was fluffier than the kid thought because he barely felt a thing.  Just like he plopped down onto a firm memory foam mattress or whatever type of beds those humans use.  Can’t remember anything about them considering he was not the type of person to actually keep himself up to date with the workings of the human realms considering they were not his problem unless one of them come to his family for a deal both sides can benefit from.

Vaulken felt like nothing was wrong with him considering he wasn’t hurting anywhere nor did he see his blood staining the ground.  That was a lucky break, but he was not sure about the man below him considering he heard a loud almost ominous cracking sound when they landed.  At least he can cry himself to sleep with the happy notion that he was able to hurt the man.  Maybe he broke his bone or a wing or something of importance.  That thought alone made the boy feel a little happier with himself. 
 
Vaulken knew that birds and flying type creatures in the human world and some parts of the demon world all had hallow bones so they could fly without the problem of their weight holding them back.  Plus, it was easier to ride the wind like that since they would have a better chance of lift when lighter.  Bird demons must have the same concept apply to their selves as well so it would be a no brainer that the man below him broke something even though they were not very far off the ground for the teenager’s standards.  He could hear the bird brained idiot’s deep, shuddering breaths obviously calming himself down from the earlier excitement he head.  It was like music to the boy’s ears.

With a grunt Vaulken let go of the man’s hair and placed his palm on the man’s chest so he could push his upper half up to a sitting position.  The boy was still upset from the earlier comment and was still shaking slightly from the anger of something like that spoken about him aloud.  He was all right if it was spoken behind his back but straight to his face was another matter and had a more domineering affect on the person the insult was thrown at.  His cheeks felt cold and wet, but he did not care as he glared with all his might down at the man below him. He was not ashamed of showing his tears, but he knew they would be criticized making people think he was weak considering the simple fact that boy do not cry.  It was an unspoken rule in both the human and the demon world that originated from times long ago.  But, what people do not realize is that not crying makes a person look like they have no soul, like they have no feelings at all.  It was like they were an emotionless freak.  His glare was steady and persistent into the eyes of the pigeon as he pondered this idea in his mind over and over again.  They were both glaring daggers at each other, each one loathing the other. 

What the giant bird said next was obviously a challenge, a dare the guy knew Vaulken could not turn down.  It was in his blood.  Shadow creepers were prideful creatures and easily threatened.  They were also considered to be a cocky race seeing as they have not changed much since their ancestors from the dawn of time itself.  It was almost like this giant pigeon was mocking him at every turn.
 
That just pissed the teen off even more.

“Shut up.”  Vaulken whispered at first trying to hold onto whatever control he had left knowing his anger would burst at any moment to pummel the man into the dust.  His hands clenched themselves into tight fists gripping onto his shirt tightly.  With just one more push, he would be thrown over the edge.  Just one more little push and the shadow creeper knew he would not be able to stop himself from beating the man to death.  He would not be able to control whatever he did even if he knew it would hurt himself in the end. 

Just one more push…

((Vaulken is just tempting the other one to do something to him. This is just making me so anxious for what's going to happen next. These two are so fun to play with! XD ))


"вιτε yσuя ℓιρ

αηɗ cℓσsε yσuя εyεs

ι'ℓℓ τακε yσu αωαy

τσ ραяαɗιsε"

[sukiyuna]

The bird demon did not like this one bit, the shadow-shrimp was not supposed to get the best of him! It was an insult to Sachi's pride that it had been his own fault that things had ended up that way- what was he thinking, carrying the boy on his back and showing his vulnerability?

"If you're not going to do anything but cry, get off. You're being a burden." Sachi spoke plainly, slightly irritated about the boy's tears. What right did he have to cry at this moment? Even if the boy had been mated tears wouldn't change anything. Then again, Sachi couldn't recall having cried in years- such tenderness would render him weak in the General's eyes and he faintly remembered being punished for crying before- in his youth, anyway. He supposed it was a part of being young and having all those hormones and whatnot.

Narrowing his eyes when the boy whispered, the gray-haired man decided to push his luck. His wings were already broken, and he doubted the boy had considered ripping them off so what was the harm in giving the boy a deserving push. "What was that? I couldn't hear you over your own sniveling."

[Sexy_Angel_Native]

~`『Vaulken "Kenny" Noctem』`~xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

“Like you are one to talk!  Attacking a minor because of shear anger?  What the hell is wrong with you!!!?”  Vaulken found himself screaming at the man below him.  What was this guy’s problem?  It was obvious he only cared about himself, but going and saying things as if they never applied to him was rather rude and was starting to grind the young one’s nerves.  Can the man be any more crude?

Because of his anger, Vaulken forgot about the loud cracking he heard earlier.  That loud snapping noise that deafened his ears for a split second before focusing back onto the man below him was the farthest thing for his mind at the moment.  Of course the small shadow creeper did not find anything strange about this awkward position they were in or that he was on top of the other one.  All he cared about at the moment was taking out his revenge on the older one, and if it meant having to get on top of him and strangle the guy himself, the boy would do it.  It appears he is going to have to do that here soon with how this giant pigeon is mouthing the child, treating him like he was a burden to not only him but the rest of society.  He needed to have an attitude readjustment, and this boy would be the one to give it to him.

Vaulken’s eye twitched when the man stated that last line.  Ever so slowly, that twitched molded his into a full blown scowl, with his lips pulled back to bare his teeth at this stupid man of a pigeon.  He hissed.  Oh, that was it.  With great fury burning in his young and puffy eyes, he screamed like a banshee before his fist slammed into the man’s cheek with extreme force.  But the shadow creeper did not stop there.

He couldn’t.

His fists rammed themselves into the older one’s face over and over again like some type of programmed robot that only knew how to do that simple action.  With every punch he yelled at the top of his lungs for the guy to shut up.  His emotions were running rampage in his mind as tears of frustration slide down his cheeks retracing the wet lines for the ones from earlier.  The boy’s eyes glared daggers at the man, but they were glazed over like he was in his own world at the moment, which was entirely true.

His body might be watching the one below him, but his mind was somewhere else, reliving the times where he felt helpless to stop anything.  All the images of his past irritations and frustrations flashed by like a swiftly moving flash show.  First the images of his first time nearly being raped flew by as each other the others filled in one after the other.  First it was a ravenous rat demon.  Next was the locust, snake, doppelganger, incubus, butterfly, and wolverine, and, of course, they were all demons.  Even his own cousins tried to go after Vaulken claiming to do it for the preservation of the clan.  The head of our house, the great grand parents, all approved of this behavior.  So he would be harassed almost daily by them since it was the least he could do for being born a b*****d.

Then things just drifted together simultaneously after that.  His family’s constant abuse.  The looks he comes across when he is inside or outside of his house.  The constant picking up of stalkers for being a part of the noble house.  The greedy, lustful, and resentful faces of his commanding officers and fellow soldiers.  The idiotic hit-ons by subordinates.  Then, last but not least, the pain and anger this pain in the neck put him through!  It was all starting to pour out as he kept pummeling the guy.  In a way this was a type of therapy; however, usually it was only to be used for things like punching bags or something soft and durable.  That doesn’t stop the boy from grabbing the man’s shoulders and slamming them into the ground once his fists felt tired.  This didn’t last much more than thirty second or a minute tops. 

What will this opportunistic bird do now that Vaulken is getting tired?


"вιτε yσuя ℓιρ

αηɗ cℓσsε yσuя εyεs

ι'ℓℓ τακε yσu αωαy

τσ ραяαɗιsε"

[Sexy_Angel_Native]

((I don't want this place to die! TT^TT ))

[Sexy_Angel_Native]

((Then I shall post until it is alive again!))

[Sexy_Angel_Native]

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