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Xerves Axis Decursus
[the Delinquent]

His spine was almost split in half. Pain that would render the average easily unconscious, if not permanently. Xerves though was not yet completely adjusted with the change that he and his body no longer applied to such medical limitations. If anything, the new warrior had been more so shocked into unconsciousness rather than forced by the actual injury though, for surely a full breeded monstrosity he was only part of could have at least stood after the blow. The pain was still too much for a human mind to overcome, even if it could physically live. It was only his first go in the body and the mentor of such advancements didn't expect much... At least the trainee would technically be more so of the enduring beast within to secure his bodies well being. Maybe not with his mind intact, but surely he'd become more like the creature within. Actually it became him completely... Or at least his skin. Though this parasitic guardian decided to just take a free ride as it's simple duty was being taken care of by a feisty soul he would have loved to love or simply devour, of course both was acceptable, but the latter was marked inevitable. Wisely, he kept playing limp, for he was very aware of relationships he held with this shot tempered brunette. Even it too of course felt no matter how superhuman, maybe not as much, but there was no way around feeling the bloody gorge in his back now. And besides the annoying pain at least one half of the body could have lessened if it were still conscious and was more experienced.

Oh where would the due of he and Xerves be without Gemini. Probably dead to the hands of the axe throwing assailant by now. The void could move, but if he was still on the floor he'd manage no more than a crawl. In his weakness, the eye and arm returned to normal, the larger limb taking a slightly slower process of returning to normality. Mainly all of this was due to the carelessness of the amateur using his own energy source as a lure, not even thinking of the possibilities of needing the stuff... But once again, he couldn't be scolded for lack of experience... Though the void really hadn't thought of any ways to punish the boy yet. He pushed the idea away for later thought, since he certainly didn't need to worry about the feat yet. Besides, he gave Xerves enough credit by thinking the delinquent could at least learn things he was surely interested in without shock therapy. Another side of him though wanted to think of ways to torment the comatosed delinquent right away, and probably in worse ways than simple alerting jolts. He should have killed the kid for ruining certain chances with the decently endowed girl he was now resting upon. He didn't even have the energy to lift a touchy hand! Luckily a more mature side shrunk this side to nothing more than an annoying after thought more so than an impossible feat yearned.

Yea, the ride was nice. The smell of things wasn't too great anymore though, as the sensitive nose now picked up a vanilla mix of the something else besides his blood that he'd been much adjusted to. It didn't smell too good with it's rather familiar, unique owder. Then he realized the stuff was raining from above, it much thinker than rain. He was covered in the flesh before not too long, though he realized that was a plus. He was nearly asleep on the runners shoulders before he hit the concrete, his eyes only being able to pop open half way. Surely she could have just found him, or them, something much softer... He groaned as his well being was answered as a response, obviously not a sign of the best of health. Actually he probably could have spoken, as the goop over the gash on his back was already stretching and expanding over his injury with the excess and seemingly useless great amount simply going about the flow of gravity. Soon the manipulated rat debris covered over the blood river along with it's nasty pond and was neatened to match skin, leaving a dry, purple scar. On this occurrence though, no other psychic imagination or dream would be crawling into the already populated body. There was only room for one parasite in the gifted and lucky human.

He wasn't ready to be ripping and raving, but surely he was on the better side. On the outside he didn't look it though, as his restrained mind was now let loose and the playful nature of the midnight creation was able to resume activities while the time lasted, it's plans requiring the resumption of feebleness. Luckily, the altered skin was still hidden behind human blood and black blood yet to leave the surface. Even if the healing had been noticed, the void was sure the girl's pity was still available to be abused. The fact that she held such feelings had almost brought a smile to the stolid face of false drowsiness, as he'd almost erred in grouping the girl's concern with the act on the school roof. The body lifted itself, sliding over against the nearest wall slowly, too slowly when the bodies potential was analized. His toy was about to leave, and all to defend the unconscious fighter now dormant in slumber. Xerves wouldn't be waking up soon, and Xervoid had no intention of letting the tanned woman escape without owed attempts.

His hand slid to rest on the caring hunter's knee. He faked a weak smile very well, his eyes looking down at his innocent, not so worn body. He took what seemed to be a defeated breath in. "I'm pretty messed up..." He let his head turnin her direction, his eyes acting as if they couldn't move from the ground near her now. Maybe he really was messed up. "But I think I have to wrap some stuff up first... I mean I don't think I'll be able to move much." It was as if this was his death bed request that heroes on last legs always asked in a futile hope for survival. And the void had yet to even start watching t.v containing such material, truly a born actor. He turned his head to the other side, looking away from her in his wrecked state. "Just give me your shirt or something... Just so I can try and tend to the wounds... Though it's okay if you just want to leave me here... I shouldn't have tried to do your job from the beginning..." The void wasn't nearly a good enough impersonator to force out a tear or blush on command. Certainly that would have pushed the envelope.

The defeated hero couldn't hold the facade of a straight face in the presence of the other actor unaware a scene was even being played altogether. He'd made the mistake of looking over at her, surely she was at least feeling something. Whatever it was, a small restrained chuckle that could have been played off as a cough of weakness soon came in small groups, grew louder, and blew the cover of his whole shenanigan. The possessed body laughed, that seeming to be the only thing that could bring his death. There of course was the probably not too happy killer next to him, but he ignored the threat. That seemed to be the defeat of everyone today. But he at least had the decency to move away from the surely irate high schooler to the wall across, holding himself up with a hand returned to normal. He gasped out words through his hysterical resurrection. "You are too cute! Sav-- sav-- pffttttt! Saving the brat while you distracted the damn thing! Much too honorable for me!" He removed himself from the wall, his laughter dying down and he walked to leave the alley way. "Or maybe you just got too much T.v in your head." the jester added before daring to pat the decived and walking down the street, goop, torn shirt, and all, placing his hands behind his head as if nothing was wrong. He stopped his leaving short, placing a hand on the stomach that growled loudly enough to be mistaken for a dying animal. He looked to the girl with a close eyed, wide mouthed grin.

"I guess a shower and dinner is out of the question, huh?" He liked to poke fires... And also express his curiosity at the same time. His playfulness must have shot his memory of events as well too...

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Looking at my own reflection
It changes
Violently It changes
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

____It's All Your Fault ✕_____

[Kenarox]

Xerves Axis Decursus
[the Delinquent]

The void's mood had improved. He may have not gotten his feel up or sight seeing, but he did succeed in getting the brunette pissed, a task that seemed easy for him, and lifting himself from his sorrow. And obviously his physical anguish. Now he had the town to himself. Gemini would have to be off after the zombie right? She had no time to worry about unfortunate night walkers that would fall pray to him. Yes, this time the void was hardly going to hide his instinct. Sushi and a raw hamburger would not cut it, as that was shown with how little had been pulled out of his stomach. Such a measly amount hardly even kept his strengthening oddities shown when the boy was in charge, and left both near death from one blow. Not acceptable. Yea, after a good night snack he and the kid could rest. Or maybe after a power up he could take care of the too caring soul he'd enraged. His path was obstructed by the much shorter girl suddenly. She did succeed in creeping him out with her surprising pop up and her glazed gaze. Her later response also forced him to question if she had snapped in sanity and come to realize something that wouldn't work well for his half. He should have known he couldn't just walk away...

But then the harlot went back to her old dirty tricks! Using her body against him once again he was overpowered and pushed against a wall. The poor void was lost and confused in the sudden movement, his face just reading shocked as his mouth hung open. He was both fearful of his life and also caught in a stunned hopefulness of the happening of an impossible crave. He failed to speak as his mind ran through what to do. She soon reminded him very well of what he should be doing. He jumped as the reminder was whispered seductively into his ear. Then it hit him. Being close to the girl in such a way meant trouble... And her knowing this first, she had backed away before he had even had his chance to flee. The warning was nothing but a vicious taunt from the tease before his punishment fell upon him. His face curled into an angry snarl as she grabbed his shirt, but it was much to late to react after she had thrown him towards the beast. He'd repay the b***h back later... For now he had to worry about how to get through the challenge of his armored kin behind him.

His face of anger remained as his body was sent to the hungering void. He couldn't believe it. She was literally willing to throw him to the wolves, and all for the sake of a little joke. He didn't have time to care about her hatred towards him, as he now had to survive her reckless anger. That was much easier said than done. The blade was thrust once again into the void-human's back, deep enough for the axe to stay in it's place as it was called back to it's wielder. But instead of a slow drag, the should be corpse was whipped back, a large hand coming to dislodge the sacrificed body from it's weapon. Obviously it was searching for a human, not a void, so with this the body was the wrong one. At least for now it was thankfully. Black blood leaked from Xerves's limp body as it was chucked into the air before a risen axe quickly brought it crashing down into the street. Discarded and thought finished, the annoyance was discarded for a tastier meal. If it could not find the soul of the master's wishes, it'd take the strongest one around. And since Xerves's energy had been thrown away and his true self was dormant, cloaked by the parasitic guardian's own aura, there was no question to who the void's attention belonged to. The real target's presence was too small to be detected by an obviously intelligence lacking servant.

The once again mangled body was stepped on as the creature moved past and began it's scale up towards the cold hearted brunette. Xervoid sat up, his wounds remaining in accordance to his hunger, him being much less submissive to pain when compared to most other humanoids, maybe even better than some creations of the night. Now that he was in control though, there would be no falling once he stood up, he decided out of hate for the amateurs defeat when the body had been in it's owner's hands. A shame someone else could just step in and put it to full potential. But now was not the time. Now was the time to eat... But he was soon cloaked by some sort of shadow... No falling had seemed to be a rule that couldn't be upheld by the others around him, to his dismay... He put crossed his arms in an X in front of his face, his face ready for impact. He himself wouldn't even be able to stand underneath the weight... Oh how he hated the golden eyed hunter. Oh so much.

Rocks and hardened flesh that gave the image of metallic armor crashed down onto the already injured and irate, adding to the fire of irritation more so than the pains of injury and now to a dishonored, complex pride. As both of the void's survived, the one ontop of course moved first, it beginning it's slow going challenge of getting up. The second void buried underneath the destruction caused by one simple kick of a troublesome foot broke a hand through the surfaces of rock and fallen structure, immediately grabbing onto his thrashers helm tightly and ferociously, the strength of the grasp causing the mighty head to halt in place. And with that the rest of the seemingly rejuvenated body arose from the rubble, one of the man's enemy clasped in his hand and the other a long shot from his reborn grip. Though this time around the boy had not healed, but instead it's operator had just become simply enraged, so the combination of it's rage and the mind's now enhanced awareness of potential made for a deadly mix.

The teeth of the human body soon underwent a transformation this time, their newly stained surface of black blood that had flowed from a wound somewhere within the head's mane of white went sharp. Sharp enough to pierce through hardened void flesh with the right pair of jaws. And so that they did, the canine clamping onto it's meal from the glowing red weak spot it foolishly failed to try and hide behind more than a simple physical block. Maybe the creator would learn... But for now, his or her's creation would fall and fuel the destruction of Gemini Deus. The crunch of the physic's metal sounded as if the once defeated had simply bitten into a very, very, crunchy chip. The scene seemed so out of place, as the shattered skull and the now broken helm looked as if they were a sandwich that had been bitten into rather than the construction of usually tough material. As fresh void finally coming from a source other than himself leaked from his mouth, he cast a devilish, black toothed smile up to the onlooking hunter. His hand next went to the chain that had tried to carry up the now fallen colossal, his eye turning back into that of a star and his arm into that of a monstrosity's. The axe was flung to the location of the onlooker, more so of his own warning off than an attack. Lifting the rest of the body from the debris, the being crossed it's arms across it's chest, a sign of it's taunting that he had passed the witch's challenge. And that he was possibly ready for more.

The wound's across it's chest and back now held purple scars as the first wound of the night had, those on his arm received from blocking the building seemed to be gone and replaced only with dirt and bruise. The bleeding from the being's head seemed cease too, as it had cleared up injury by priority and ease first, before spending the rest of it's meals energy to heal the rest not nearly as well. The fight between he and his succubus of a rival wouldn't be top par from his side, but none the less he was in no less better condition than she. One eye shut as it was blinded from blood that threatened to enter the normal hue. "Don't you think that was a little unnecessary?" the once again playful void shouted up to it's plaything. "But regardless, I'll let you live a little longer, the other dumbass too." the defeater of two voids said, bluffing his power. He unfolded his mix match arms and let them dangle down in their new odd looking way. "I liked the vanilla too. Pick something tasty tomorrow too." he said, as if trying to make small talk... Or buy time.

The makeshift smoke bomb was ready to go the void decided quickly, after it had tried it's hand at keeping the target in it's place. He couldn't easily devour the hated female, but he'd found it much more easier to dirty her up more in what seemed to be a hated substance on her half. The giant hand swiftly grasped the oddly thin torso of the ticking soon to be sludge making corpse at his feet. In the same nearly blinding speed that fit those such as himself and his target, the satanic rag doll being cocked back like a baseball. The being was flung at the huntress at breakneck speed as if something made to do such a thing, the results of feasting showing there too and not only in the void's returned mobility. An explosion of undead video game knight would be the cover the mischievous void would use as he dashed off to the safe haven of home. The gap of a head start, her possible shock, and the possible impact would give him enough to get there. Too bad he had underestimated the strength of one's rage when he himself lacked seriousness as he laughed menacingly as he left the scene of his crime. The last blow of the battle was his for now.Though the war was hardly over.

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Looking at my own reflection
It changes
Violently It changes
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

____It's All Your Fault ✕_____

[Kenarox]

Xerves Axis Decursus
[the Delinquent]

Xervoid rarely put too much strategies into his, what he thought to be harmless, mischievous actions. Who did. These were playful spur of the moment, playful things! Even as acts of justice filled revenge. And now it was late at night and both playmates were tired from battle. A perfect time for such things to be carried out. It could have even been his replacement of a good night kiss to his enemy. Who would think one was game for a challenge of chase after receiving what the void called in comparison to what he truly wanted to do, a peck on the cheek... But no, instead of abiding to laws of logic and sophistication, one couldn't wait for morning punishment, oh no. Though the void was in no way innocent itself... After all, his first meeting with the girl had involved him trying to get her in bed, him being thrown, rather roughly, to the ground because he was found out to be psychic's creation. After that the two had been switching promises of demise since. Sometimes love is hate, but that was hardly the case here. At least surely not on both sides.

Xervoid didn't really know what he wanted to do with the anger challenged hunter, obviously. Be it torment her, love her, or devour her. Well the first he was accomplishing and planned to accomplish for quite a while, though it did conflict with the other two wishes. Xervoid hardly could become attached to anyone, so the second was hardly used in the lovey dovey sense... And that almost surely was a goal harder to reach than the third. Though he kept having to remind himself there was no avoiding the third. When Xerves lost their silent battle of control, their odd relationship had placed her at the top of the list, as he had promised her and he him earlier in the day. Ah the relationship between a living alter ego and the one wanting to crush it proved to be very interesting. Especially when the actual being he possessed seemed to be the exact opposite of the craving void and full of innocence in terms of the lustful desires of humans. The void actually saw it entertaining to see the to interact. Well actually it seemed to be interesting when the boy acted with anybody, from the busty Yuki, fellow delinquents, or the nightly void. Xerves kept his mind busy.

Half of his world would miss and mourn, the other half would cheer in glee with his passing. The disappearance of Xerves Decursus would definable be a site to behold. The appearance of what would arise in his cease of existence would be even more appealing than an argument between two pheromone trading fighters at hearts. The void had fun, and would enjoy rest at home. For his last little resurrection had took a lot out of him and he had to preserve the little he had gotten. Such a void would have normally been a decent boost, not all to great, but slightly level raising. Sadly much energy had been used to leave him decently healthy, which also left him with nearly just as much or less energy than with which he had came into the night time battle field. He'd be able to rest it off, but adly he'd have to bother Xerves for something to satisfy his hunger. The kid would need the parts he found useless anyways, so when he ate, both were satisfied. Though it could hurt the pockets of the body. Tomorrow maybe they'd have some run in with wealthy challengers.

Upon reaching the railing of the night walkers resting place, an almost faint but hardly imaginary yell came from the unseen front door. The void though stupidly continued his climb over the structure that could have possibly saved him from flying objects. But of course, he couldn't just let his house be ransacked by burglars... Or angered pheromone hunters he thought gone some other direction. But no, sadly instead of both of them peacefully cleaning else were, someone was getting a sofa to the head and neighbors were being disturbed by rowdy teens. This throw didn't have an explosion before impact. Instead one standing infront of the entrance to the balcony was nearly knocked out by the impact of a sofa the five foot girl could surprisingly throw. Well not to the targeted prankster, but to those who hardly took in the night time actions of Gemini Dues. After stumbling backwards and healing a black eye, the void started to stomp towards the house invader, sliding the couch with it's own superhuman strength to an empty wall were it would no longer be used for anyone's evil purposes tonight.

Sadly she was hardly amused and blinded by rage to fear anything the off guard void could do. And before words could even be muttered and the void had stepped back from a deafening threat that was certainly going to come true, a frisbee like table hit the void-boy square in the forehead. The creatures eyes rolled back in it's head as it fell backwards the floor with a thump. Game over... Lazy eyes blinked open to the sight of moving legs and dragged footsteps. The wound over his head healed as he jumped up from his position on the floor and flinched the biggest flinch in the history of the bodies creation before the exhausted girl hit the mattress next to him instead the wincing joker. Victory was his! Oh so many things could be done, all of his desires fulfilled tonight! But wait... What was this? His knees grew weak and soon gave out as his turned to the bed. Another unconscious body occupied the mattress. Luckily the larger body had landed next to rather than on the much smaller, already sleeping warrior. Much to the disdain of the void who now cursed as the body failed to respond, as it had reached it's peak for the day. The last of his energy had been spent almost healing blunt blows and breathing... Could nothing ever go his way?

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Looking at my own reflection
It changes
Violently It changes
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

____It's All Your Fault ✕_____

[Kenarox]

Xerves Axis Decursus
[the Delinquent]

Sleep was one of the best cures known to man, seeming to cure nearly everything one could run into, be it flying tables that found tired foreheads or being crushed by tons of debris and an undead warrior. Sleep seemed to be enough to cure it all. Or at least numb the pain and soreness that came after such events. The void enhanced all the actual work of reality instead of the comatose though. Xerves had just become aware of this on the night that was slipping away. After receiving a bullet through the arm he was able to wrap his head around slumber being the cure for it. Though once he was carried to school, he should have realized earlier a second party had activated some power within rather than some sort of dormant magic mending his wound and teleporting off. He was glad he actually knew the alien force though, for sleep came easy when not having to worry about bleeding to death. It was doubted that anyone ever thought about such things when it came to after battle rest, but at least he no longer had to suffer bodily consequences of the average... He could now face those much greater or wake to the prevailing of his heaven sent power.

He had put school out of the question, as the delinquent wanted to get his day of sleep in today which he had planned the day his internal carrier had decided to run the worn body to his desk. All he would do was enjoy his comfy mattress and the woken day of t.v watching after a nice shower before he was off to his nighttime endeavors. It would be nice. His ear twitched to a slight buzz in his ear. He knew he had school today and where he was... He didn't want to go anywhere. Someone else answered for him and he was glad, as he turned his head away from the unseen speakers. As far as he was concerned, screw Serge, whoever that was, he was home. And he wasn't going anywhere. The buzz started to annoy him as it asked if he was asleep even after his consciousness gave the true explanation. He groaned, cracking his eyes to see the blur caused by his eyelashes and the morning sun. They shut once again as the conversation was ended with a satisfying click that allowed his angered body to untense. He didn't even care if he had told the disturber he was going to school possibly later. And if he saw the annoying voice in any form, he'd be happy to send it into it's own coma so it could see the greatness that was slumber.

He tried to slip back to dress of ultimate power and his world of perfect chaos and combat for those thirsting blood. But instead of going back to his three on one match with gigantic undead knights, he received another fantasy brought on by the senses. He negated the soft tired voice next to him as his blackness began to be painted with pink. The same tranquility he had received during his bout with the rat horse cross breed, which he mistook for great sleep. The effects of the peculiar comatose allowed him better feeling than he had in any other dream. It seemed though his thoughts weren't a genuine pure though, and not in the kind of - he usually dreampt about. Today instead of wishing to feel the contact of his fists and enemy face, he felt other flesh to flesh contact happening. The kind that his share of the body found nose bleed inducing while the other seemed to crave more than half of the time. The two entities were now sharing the same dream it seemed as something clung to his chest. It was hardly a near by physics haze taking him over... The warm breath the imaginary emitted was goosebumb infecting on the contacting surface of his skin causing him to turn his head back towards the source. He wrapped his arm around damp pillow he had figured to have drooled and pushed it into his chest, wanting to be closer with it's knew texture of softness. Or at least in some places. Part of his chest still felt something that was mistaken for his head rests in his oblivious mind regardless of the whole misty spa scene his mind was picturing.

Then suddenly all the enticed mind's steamy spas and hot springs were wiped pink blank by some activating, screamed words of a commanding mistress. Xerves eyes blinked as he broke from what had turned into a soothing beckoning during the night instinctually. A little assistance had come from the other, more aware side of him, which seemed to be saving it's vessel from a hijacker once again. Or maybe he didn't wake up and the dream was still going on... Maybe his mind had separated him from his other halves dreams so he can have the same dreams that fit more to his liking rather than some kind of defense mechanism. Either way, it didn't matter, for the beast was awoken much too early from what was turning out to be a rather interesting dream and needed rest... Maybe he was coming to a realization that the other side wasn't so bad or for him at all. In truth it wasn't the first time he'd had one of those dreams though, and he hadn't been kicked out of those forgotten past adventures. He really didn't care about mental imaging in comatose it would seem. Actually he wasn't even sure if he was even out of erotica yet as some misguided fingers met something moist. Clearing of his vision would reveal it wasn't a body part important for most Xervoid-esque fantasies... Well maybe sometimes... But in actuality this comforting place was one that he nor the kinkier other wasn't too found of. It was a body part that made more aggravating noise than pleasure for the two male halves.

Morning people were hard to find. And of all the rare things Xerves was, a morning person was not in his unique description. The blur of the brunette next to him wasn't even registered for a human being let alone anything to be startled or looked at. It wasn't until the few seconds of adjusting to light did he realize what the black blur was next to him. Even then his lids closed dismissed the thoughts, his mind behind on the process of it all. It booted itself up correctly soon enough though... Nothing was wrong with Gemini next to him... In bed... Close... Wow... Surprise... Quick... Naughty... Nice... Soft... Comfortable... Just sleep... Quiet... With his fingers in mouth... Oh. Error. Scratch that. Horrible. Wrong. A no-no. Bad. Stupid. Dirty. How? Not supposed to be. Too quick! What the ********?! Void!? Wet mess?!?! My bed?!?!?!?! He got the message after a few simple thoughts...

The neighbors would think he had made some transformation into a morning person soon enough, as energetic as he was! His head hit the back wall, painlessly, as he pushed away suddenly very slick sheets. Because of the way the two occupants were, and because of the panicked clumsiness that came with a girl in your bed when you were probably one of the only males not to be fond of the treat. But Xerves saw it as something unknown to the rest of the world, and he soon was entangled in the top of covers as his head found contact with the ahrd floor and one leg was a entangled in a mess of cloth. He quickly freed himself in a rush as he stood to yell at the touchy sleeper. But he paused with his reddened face and his too widely opened mouth for silence. He quickly pushed the slumbering beauty once, possibly afraid of repercussions. After a few blinking seconds he pushed the still comatosed more times before realizing the breathing corpse wasn't going to move. "What the hell?!?! he asked the rest of the more responsive world.

Before he could go back to forcing the golden eyes open or questioning the rest of the scene, he heard knocking at the door. He grunted as he stomped his way to the door, the animal easily switching targets of aggression. He assumed neighbors had come to explain how they didn't appreciate both nighttime rowdiness and morning. Surprisingly this would be a first it that was in fact the case. He hoped dried blood and ripped clothing along with his icey stare gave enough reason why never to knock on his door for things that weren't his fault. But when he swung open the door he was met by a first, but not the first he would have much more needed. A pink haired girl that he felt he knew was hardly an appropriate stress reliever. As he swung open the door the lesson of using the peep hole would later have to be learned.

"What the f--!!!" He paused, realizing instead of facing one or many brave souls, he found innocent eyes. Scratching his head, showing the failure of the unconscious message deliverer and some of the boy's rudeness that seemed to be worship worthy, his tone changed into one more silently deadly, even if he hadn't said any real words. "Huh?" His forehead started to become hot, him feeling it and other parts of his body begin to sweat with his suddenly found nervousness. He still held onto a reduced, killer stare, but in between chocking laughter, an obviously awoken subconsciousness told him it was rude to point. Luckily he was not wearing the usual night time attire where more of the boy's impoliteness, or over excitement, could be seen. Though she would be just as rude, or other emotion filled, by not looking him in the eye, right?

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Looking at my own reflection
It changes
Violently It changes
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

____It's All Your Fault ✕_____

[Kenarox]

Xerves Axis Decursus
[the Delinquent]

It was a rare occasion for the dragon to have visitors. Not even those who liked the beast's shows in combat came to worship at his sleeping lair. And now in one day two intruders had come manged the courage to step foot in the very proximity of sacred grounds. One even having the audacity to sleep there and use the monster as some kind of pillow! Not only did the girl not have the right to ruin what he'd unintentionally built over years traveling his path by trying to bring him to school early, she also lacked the right to wander herself up to his doorway and add more mayhem to the chaos period! Everyone under the sky lacked that right and now even those from possibly up above or far, far underneath. Though in fairness, the sudden appearance of the pinkette was nothing to that of the daring and scarier other who was now in a death like unconsciousness in his bedroom... She'd just decided to knock on his door at the wrong time; the correct time being never. A rudely awoken, let alone plain old Xerves, could not allow two complete intrusions, he'd already let his location of rest be found out by too many. Letting two get comfy in his sanctum seemed like it the perfect beginning of some kind of dethroning or pestering annoyance he certainly didn't want.

He stared at the girl blankly his door opening irateness still plastered on his face. was about to unleash the fury he'd held back from deaf ears until the bold and busty slipped past his unarmed defenses. He not only was already dumbstruck by the lack of fear and questions that came with the girl, but now she was charging into his house! And she was making him breakfast..? Now instead angrily gaping at the girl his face angrily questioned just what she meant. Right now the fried and frizzled brain didn't even know what breakfast was... He was purely focused on what brought curious eyes into his house. His savior's mental laughter still ensuing an earlier event that had thankfully died down was still an annoyance still. He hadn't learned how to cope and master the being yet... After all it'd only been two days. So now when the girl turned back to him after an inspection, with a smile far from comforting, he leaned back away from the possibly insane. "C-c-coffee..." he lightly stuttered out, the small mind heavily confused. He guessed he didn't have time to stand around... He had to get ready for school? The defeated rubbed his neck as he looked to the ground in search for an answer as he went to get some clothes to bring into the bathroom...

He calmed down a lot when his mind was overheated, and he was probably not alone. For when he reached his doorway with the speed of dragged feet, his face of anger was lost and replaced with one of a flustered neanderthal, the type of anger now inside the crippled dragon was hardly any danger to anyone now... Besides possibly himself if he continued to think so hard... He was so focused on the sudden appearance of the pink haired servant he ignored what was actually a much more important factor on his reputation. It wasn't until he had slung and the necessities and undergarments he needed to be dressed for his school that he turned to blankly stare at the girl still there. She was still there... He looked back over his shoulder to the new addition to his very over populated house... He looked back to the problematic brunette, realizing the problem. Even if the girl seemed to be some random chef of thin air, she went to his school, he received that much from uniform. And he already knew how rumors spread around campus. He didn't give much about his delinquency status, but he certainly wouldn't like to carry any title that came after the rumors of he and the new girl having some sort of sleep over.

Once again, at a loss Xerves stood and stared at the problem blankly, no blinks or breaths coming with any idea of what to do. Until about after ten seconds which seemed to be too long the body finally decided on the decision of closing his door. I mean that's what the things were for right? Closed doors went across as a universal symbol of "do not go in". The pink haired girl may not have recodnized that a few moments ago, but it would seem the case of bedrooms were much more connected to the rule than front doors. He hoped she wasn't the type to think that her simple curiosity could bypass such unspoken laws. She'd already gone unpunished for enough crimes, following the footsteps of the unconscious anarchist would be unforgivable. He backed out of the room, shutting the door without the effort of attempting stealth or politeness. He even wanted her to see the symbol of his disapproval in the noise as he may have even tried to slam the contraption a little, his anger of the situation rising a little with a reminder of the bigger issue he'd forgotten in a span of very little to no minutes.

Instead of his usual walking around half naked, he of course went with undressing in the bathroom for his own respect and shyness rather than his towards the honor towards this slightly helpful guest. After he'd peeked around the corner for one last glance over at the sudden servicing pinkette, he closed the bathroom door not so silently behind him as well leaving him finally to his lonesome. At the mirror, he was annoyingly angry at his scanty clad appearance. He had a love of scars, but not so much of sleeping in a wreaked body. Since this was not a first for him, waking to a blood stained body, he disregarded it as nothing special. He was slightly disappointed he'd yet to receive a decent face scar... Though would did add to the affect of having one if he was there to witness it after all... The void had one very minimized scar on his stomach and two just as reduced on his back where healing had been put to more minimal means rather than to fully restoring, so the warrior did have some addition to his look of battle experienced. The scars would be his first of many he assumed. The two cleared up before his eyes though, the void seeing what his lack of energy could not allow the latter night. Xerves would have to discuss terms onto what he wanted cleaned up and to what he wanted as long as the human could allow. The one he saw were nothing worth the beauticians time though. Those from the actual gash certainly would have been a trophy for any fighter worth his weapons. Though once again, the factor of being present for all of them came into a negative effect.

The soothing warm water was what he needed. His muscles seemed to untense as he let the the hot rain beat at him for a while before actually commencing with the rough task of washing himself thoroughly in his new mess that was hardly washed away with his just standing there. The girl was smart in coming early... Scrubbing vigorously at his face, hair and skin with cloth, soap, and hand, he was finally able to rid himself of stink and the caked and dried blood. Sadly though only the steam bringing water could reach it's full soothing potential on the rudely awoken, as he hardly had any time to fully focus and think things out as anyone would find stress releasing in his predicament. The twenty or thirty minutes the task of his cleaning had taken certainly seemed appropriate. The outcome of it all would at least work for everyone. He may have enjoyed battle and it's debris and bearings in the moment, but certainly the day after nothing but bruise and scars were wanted by his side. And his side was the only one that mattered. It was just convenient that mostly all other unimportant factions seemed to agree with him.

After slipping on a change in underwear, t-shirt for tank top and putting on his pants, the delinquent then lazily open his door lazily flinging the dirty articles inside before he once again closed the deepest and most precious quarters in the invaded fortress with authority before walking to this peculiar and tinkering student in his living space as he worked on putting on his jacket uniform. It seemed his something edible had been pulled out of his fridge in someway and the coffee been found. He looked down to the girl ignoring the food being made or done, his knee shaking icey stare falling on the morning victim. He didn't know what to say after he'd been somehow manipulated into getting dressed... She was good... Was she some kind of reward sent from above for sending him to fight demonic night creatures suddenly? Though he very faintly thought he could place her face on someone he'd seen at least once before... The unseen shame was that his eyes had seen her millions of times. His mind just hadn't remembered or brought forward even one the times, not bothering to do so... Not even her name was placed. He really didn't need to find one. The silent couldn't help but be ignored by those who certainly weren't the first to extend hands to sparkling eyes of worship. And regardless, what he wanted was a reason as to why was she here, not so much as to who she was... His sort of divine right idea seemed fathomable as a decent sort fantasy, but hardly realistic. His perception of what could be real changed greatly in the matter of a few days though... He couldn't find words to get his point, question, or whatever he had inside of him voiced for some reason... It would seem his shower time thinking was being done now staring the blue eyed innocence down.

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Looking at my own reflection
It changes
Violently It changes
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

____It's All Your Fault ✕_____

[Kenarox]

Xerves Axis Decursus
[the Delinquent]

Maybe Xerves could get used to this... The deal of waking up to a seemingly free breakfast was a good idea, the satisfaction excellent. Though he wasn't inhaling all of the fantastic possibilities or so excited about this sudden treatment, he would have been somewhat appreciative had he not been foul mooded. But alas he was nearly always in some kind of emotional disposition, him greeting and thanking an unasked for favor such as this after any disturbance especially was nearly impossible because of the hardened character he held and others drooled over or spited. It was just as hard for him to cough out apologies and thanks for anything even when undisturbed as it was for him to wrap his head around any Xervoid like thinking or action without blush or nose bleed. He didn't ask for anything but his solitude and even then that was obviously broken. If Xerves Decursus asked for anything, the debt would be paid back in full as soon as possible in what he considered a sufficient payment. He hated things hanging over his head and his independence seeking personality was easily coaxed into many things when dues were brought up, unfortunately. He was lucky that no one had picked up on this flaw in the over attracting persona so far. It seemed though that some wishes had to be spoken than just assumed received by the annoying others that populated the planet he was forced to live on. Maybe others wanted to alter him into their toy, one more fit for the Japanese society that surrounded him. And the pink haired school girl was the altering mechanism.

Was this student sent here by some school administrator to get him to school more often and turn him to the right side? That was a much bigger possibility. He did seem to carry down the class average in every way... He had even brought down physical education which would be thought to be his shining academic achievement all his life of delinquency, but the self training warrior refused to dress in what the school thought appropriate for activity... Though if kendo sticks didn't work, it was possible kindness was a good way to go besides the pathetic pleading of a principle who'd yet to get a permanent status of a healthy student out of the problem child, but he had been able to persuade a few homework assignments or decent test grades out of he who had somehow made it through any years in an educational system... If he knew this maid in front of him was an A student, his theory might as well have been made into fact. But since he was oblivious to his admiring stalkers very existence, he kept the thought at nothing more than one of many pestering ideas that followed the unannounced guests of his house. The trainer tried to coo him over to his seat and meal, which did in fact appeal to the hungering eye. The dog followed the hand he was ready to bite in case things went any more problematic, it's ears finding the soothing tone oddly convincing and comfortable.. As if he'd been won over by it before...

And it would seem another wished more attention from him as well..? Though the tone of the other was painted very much more impure when compared to the other beckoning one in front that had managed to lure him away from his chamber and unbare his teeth. Just what had the girl and the void done?!? As he looked over his shoulder to his room, his face beginning to redden, he gritted his teeth averting the face of a not so innocent convict away from an opinion that could be killing his status currently under attack and to the first attempting assassin of it's death. Just what the hell was she doing, beckoning her lover back to bed?! His anger continued to rise in the few seconds he looked to the weak frame that separated a bull from it's red cape. His temper quickly lowered as he remembered the compromising chef taking in a very unusual morning of a very unusual specimen that she had for some reason come to entice or observe, to watch and send away. Why couldn't he just skip school like a normal day??

"No, it was nothing... " he said, somehow stated in his casual calmness. His face releasing it's muscles and the red that had been placed over his cheeks and his nose bridge had turned a gentler pink as he turned back to the observing eyes. Quickly needing the attention averted back to him, the starving animal picked up eating utensils and began his inhaling of the food. One thing that the two separate halves could have been their ability of eating food. As far as manners of speed went. Xerves so far enjoyed the flavors the girl had somehow pulled out of his hardly used kitchen. He was hardly able to pull such tastes out of the hardly to traveled place thanks to the account that he usually rushed things with impatience... Though like a lot of activities, tasting was hardly cherished because of the speed forced into the delinquent's moves yet again. But like in his fighting, he was more so of a single blow deliverer than one of many, so he rather took big bites and slurps than quick persision and agile technique. He somehow even mangaged to eat the six pieced dish in only it's slightly sweet six bites, the strong smelling soy beans and rice devoured quickly with the tipping it's of the container. Why did her rushed meals taste better than his? Well if he would have observed, she seemed to know what she was doing, at least when it came to his . Preparing almost anything with eggs was out of the delinquents grasp... Shells tasted horrible and scrabbled eggs turned tiring quick...

He lifted himself from the table, his gaze finally lifting up to the girl since their aversion to watch what the mouth devoured. "You did say school right..?" he asked rather seriously. Xerves didn't want to be ambushed by defeated gang members or others thirsting for vengeance against the king. He couldn't forgive his stupidity if he fell into a trap like that even though it would be his first experience with such a devious tactic... Girls had only once or twice been the reason for the rise of his fists, and on those few occasions, the girl had hardly wanted the bloody events that ensued his preferred and main form of defending. He wouldn't let anyone, regardless of gender, aid in any of his slip ups... Sure he had them but obviously none had been fulfilled to the wishes of the ill wishing. Least he didn't think so. As long as he was still so much like the self others craved to smash, he was victorious. The fact of who went unconscious or surrendering though probably were the more obvious signs of victories... Loses in those technicalities hadn't been on what Xerves considered fair terms...

He took down the coffee next to him like a shot, in a few searing gulps. He hadn't done so in a show of manliness, but instead the ordeal had been an act of stupidity... Xerves could just play it off as such as his burnt tongue rested inside his mouth, forcing him to lack the ability to complement... His eating it should have been enough anyways... The void had made it more possible to endure the usually more painful blunder and now went on to clean up the mess made with what little energy the being held. He walked over to the exit, holding the door open for the sudden motherly appearance. He didn't do it out of any gentleman's etiquette, but more so because he had to lock the door with the key chain on his belt loop. Once down and out of his thought to be tucked away haven, he locked away his secret sleeping partner and his violated homefront. The rather simple yet hard to find words he'd been searching for were pushed out of his still singeing lips and made by the under construction tongue easily. He appreciated the assistance of the void so much now... "So just who sent you to do all of this..?" he asked stuffing empty hands and his house key into slack pockets. He was supposed to have books among many other things, but he decided he didn't need any of that today like his void had the other day. He wasn't even supposed to be going to the damn place anyways...

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Looking at my own reflection
It changes
Violently It changes
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

____It's All Your Fault ✕_____

[Kenarox]

Xerves Axis Decursus
[the Delinquent]

So he had at least two new additions to his household now? Was the other behind closed door there for the mischievous other half he sheltered and this pink haired servant for him? Well first of all it'd be best to negate the first possibility since the brunette in question seemed to be sensitive in the area of certain relations... He was hardly one to abide by sensitivities too much, but the girl was a rather violent one when it came to being second guessed... Though her defensiveness only added to his nervous forms suspicions... As for the human alarm clock, he didn't really know much about. Most of the time Xerves's mind was one of short term and hardly remembered faces passed by. His mind was for what only he considered important. And this girl? She hardly made this list, regardless of her kindness today or unseen silent admiration throughout the years. Though a it was a shame even the guest of a few minutes in his place had already remembered the simple name with the help of a negated memory... His mind could have very well been the same as the amnesiac though, for it was obvious to why the void would have considered the girl memory worthy.

If he couldn't even place a name on the face he actually had passed billions of times there was no way he'd remember making a promise to the girl of walking with her. Or did that mean he was supposed to know himself well enough to assume he wouldn't make such heavy promises to strangers... Definitely the latter. The promise of him getting woken up early in the morning was definitely something the delinquent would consider important. But if she was going to add breakfast into the routine, that may float well... He did need his fuel, and sadly he lacked the ability to make decent supplements, or at least compared to what he'd just inhaled. But going to school everyday? This was a conflict indeed. Before school was something to do, and when Xerves easily found more interesting things or felt like doing nothing he let the place be without him, to the upset and happiness of many. And now he had midnight duties, something much more incising to his eyes and much more worthy of his time. Plus the natural order of the town could possibly be upset! Cut throat delinquents and miscreants flooding the streets in search of him or some other bodies they could more likely chew up for the sick joy the bad examples of his kind shared, students mistaking him for something he definably wasn't, too many girls spreading attention to him! Now that he thought about it, maybe school wasn't for him at all now... Maybe he could just find a future in Gemini's business now and drop education... Or did the work he thought to be already mastering take some form of book-smart educating?

"Mhm..." he responded simply, unintentionally giving the okay to the girl's returning to his house, hardly listening as he zoned in thought and he continued to eye the strange company. But now his mind was side tracked from what had once been prime priority was now a thought he tried to keep his attention on with the barging in of the thought of void hunter requirements.

She answered his question with another oddly... Her sudden awkwardness could have come from some sort of cover being blown. He narrowed his gaze suspiciously at the new demeanor she gained, knocking away his silent distraction finding the importance of the walk once again. The detective glare was erased and replaced with one of risen eyebrows and shock when the girl asked about some letter that he didn't receive. He shook his head at her in response, deciding his speaking would be too awkward. And it was rare for the boy to be able to detect uneasiness in such a situation much less be kind to it. A small blush descended to his face when he realized the meeting had nothing to do with his enemies or some check up... And shortly after his realization, he decided to stop after her steps had, a light pink was running over his nose bridge and cheeks, he hardly wanted to face the girl in the suddenly nervous state that came with his awakening... It wasn't anything about him so much as it was about her feelings. Oh. He'd done something wrong hadn't he... Yay for one less bothersome female..?

No... Xerves was feeling some sort of small feeling of regret for his disregard of the girl. He gritted his teeth when she muttered the soft words, him turning away from her flustered in the situation as he cursed his luck. As the girl stuttered an unnecessary apology, probably one of the least annoying girls in his short list of those known was running away from him. Well maybe not the most, but now after the realization that the being lacked cruel intention, the idea of her morning visits had started to shine on him as a reason to keep his student life alive... The light she'd shined on him was quickly dimmed as he went with abandoning her as she seemed to have him. He huffed simply about to turn away back to his disturbed lair. But something caught his half lidded eye. Her bag. The damn girl had dropped her bag... He sighed as he turned back and walked to stand over the contraption, staring blankly at it. It wasn't her problem anymore and clearly she wasn't either. But she had helped him out... Out of the house anyways to get an early day started. Or was her breakfast a returning favor for his simple waking up? After a few minutes of blank staring and contradicting, the bag was scooped up and slung over the king delinquent's shoulder. He could always use another meal...


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A soft yawn escaped his lips. Fresh out of the hospital and bags under each eye, Kinaitto Sybura rubbed what ever goop that could be lying the corner of his eye away. He had endured alot through the night. Meeting his new demanding instructor and a ravaging, over caring aunt with only a two hour gap of sleep was quite straining... The defeat of his first creation had come with a lecture and roasting session, his trainer giving him the kindness of rest and arrangements that would surely bring on advancements of the nobody's wakened potential... Kindness and rest his a**... With the discovery of the nighttime monsters his most envied defeated and the rude awakening to an energetic mother figure, he would hardly be focusing today. It was as if he'd just saved before a big boss battle or the day before an online event. He yawned as he rounded a corner, droopy eyes hardly taking in surroundings and mind blocking off what the mind should have received, the physic might as well have been wearing a blindfold. He was glad he could at least sleep walk a little before he reached the campus and liven up before he met the eyes of the one and only Yuki if she dare cast a glare to the shell of a figure he now was... Classroom slumber seemed justifiable today, like it was any day the day before brought on drowsiness... That'd help in his revival of Yuki acceptableness too. Or maybe rest back in the hospital was in order since he felt he'd hit another wall... Except this one was soft and pink..?

"Ow, ow, ow..." he said, rubbing his head. He cracked one eye through the pain to see a rather butiful sight rather than some thug waiting around the bend. "Y-y-Yuki..?" he said in his bewilderment. Great... Now his most honored caught him in a state of his most ragged... And now he had hurt her with his own recklessness on top of that! He knew he should fought against going to school harder! Damn the b***h that had pulled him out of the hospital!

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Looking at my own reflection
It changes
Violently It changes
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

____It's All Your Fault ✕_____

[Kenarox]

____Ӄuro
__“ʞarasu ”
________ҝurivvu_________________[+]
Ί ϣ atched you walk away ₪_Ӈ opeless with nothing to say.
_____________________I straiи m es
____________________I straiи my ɇyes
Hoping to see you agaiɳ//


I stand firm in my solidarity
The path I walk I walk it with my own resolve
[✥]When darkness falls we are reborn[✥]



"The raise in your products is--" the shirtless and scarred man speaking tapped the stomach of a suited man next to him as he sat in his place across from another shadowed figure. The deep voice answered the gesture.

"A two percent dent in profit, sir..."

The once sitting man in charge stood abruptly from his stool, knocking it over behind him and banging seared hands on the cheap table in front of him. The target of aggression, a rather obese man, sat in his metal folding chair calmly, not showing any reaction to the uproar.

"A two percent dent in our profits!!" the enraged bargainer argued, repeating the stand-in next to him, showing his renown impatience. This is how most business meetings involving the feather head went. You'd think such a level would be reached only when a few hours had been spent trying to buff out the decrease. But no, Kuro Kurivvu was at such a level in minor minutes. If not seconds. Though a two percent dent may have been a rather major bump in a large amount, Kuro hardly grasped the true value. The hundreds or maybe even thousands lost would effect the bigger bosses, not the math challenged nimrod seeming to run an arrangement of such quality. Well maybe a fair amount... But the estimated amount would hardly be enough for the quick tongued to raise such commotion as he was {surprisingly}. He was hardly one to be chasing money. Why choose him of all people to run such an operation then? Because this special little henchman got jobs done, not for profit, but for the fact that staying in the corporation that funded his holy deeds more so than his stomach and expensive wishes. He held the syndicate closer to heart than a way to stuff his pocket. The Yakuza more so protected the individual than funded, and because of this he would do what it asked of him with very little exceptions. The lunatic would probably do his jobs for free as long as his righteous slaying was not interrupted {sacrifices which most of the tasks provided}. And of course no one would want the force against them, so along with protection, the flame was well paid to close the deal. So no, the raven was not chasing the mouse for his own hunger, but to rather catch it and return it to the nest that sheltered him so.

"You could use less in your pocket." The fat man dared to say. Kuro narrowed his eyes at the brave man, surprisingly letting him continue as he leaned forward to level his head with the other, probably not believing the words himself. "Besides my source is charging me more, so it only makes sense for me to charge you more. Even out the hurt, you see."

Kuro's people had set up the location, the others had set up the daytime meeting. In Shinagawa, high up in some cheap apartments owned by associates, and what would be much to early for their trades bargaining, they met. Karasu was the host and the pompous glob in front of him was a guest. A mandatory frisking was to the provider's disadvantage and the advantage of weaponry went to the home team. Though loopholes around the system was often made in the world of backstabbing brutes, supposedly a meeting such as this was supposed to be a civil discussion between business partners. It could have been done in a fine restaurant like in the movies as it had when Kuro was just a side man, but as head of the dealing at hand, the slightly paranoid was able to receive a way to relive silent paranoia. Achieving a completely peaceful meeting with the Kurivvu under no immediate authority would be as likely as the blood craver winning a Nobel peace prize. Belted to his crotch area was a 9mm pistol. As the calm people the mob supposedly were, the sight of weaponry in such a meeting was nothing to react to. Especially in almost broad daylight. The immediate outburst obviously had flown over the visitor's head as a warning that he was in dangerous hands. As it would have with most experienced in the career of narcotics and such.

"My boss could care less about your hurt. Don't spread the pain or nothin' like that when dealing with us! If you want more money tell your source to charge you less!!!"

"Please... How would you expect me to do that?"

Sliding the Browning pistol from it's holding place, the gun was pointed to the trifling fat man's own henchman who stood to his left. Then lowered aim to his right knee. The demonic mobster was close enough to use peripheral to keep his gaze on the bodily target and his focus on the pain sharing cohort in front of him. One side tensed in disbelief and failed to believe the so far insane man had the guts to pull the trigger. Though the windows where draped, it was unlikely he would escape without punishment, if not from the law then from both sides of the Yakuza alliance. Sadly the particular Yakuza let temper get the best of him most of the time. Luckily his taming force had learned to not let the creature do the more delicate negotiations alone. After all these, were allies, not competition. His boss liked his intimidation, but wanted no farther in such a situation. And so, the stand-in to his side put his hand on his arm, the trigger happy murderer letting his crave subside. Both of the other siders released sighs of relief.

"I wasn't going to shoot him, dumbass!!" the psychotic spat over to his restrainer, lying. The savior of a man's kneecap sighed softly as Kuro turned quickly back to the more important business, him returning to holding his hands behind his back.
"Now how you get your money is not my damn issue. Just don't touch our money." the gun wielder stated coldly, his trigger finger still in place as the gun rest on the rickety table of the barren apartment where only a lamp brought in dimly lit it's near area in the whole, petite space. Faint cracks of sunlight through drapery and curtain provided enough source of light for the all time vampires to be satisfied enough creating their darkly shadowed figures.

The provider tried to hide his nervous gulp before he spoke, but Kuro heard it, sickly satisfied by that and the sweat surely dripping down the statuette of a henchman faithfully next to the pig. "Fine, fine, let's see what we can negotiate..." the lowly kingpin submitted. He was not the top of his branch either, which gave the plumed saint a little play room. Which he was surely encroaching on.

"Fine. You'll give us... " he tapped his own statue once again, forgetting his bosses numbers in him being worked up.

"The price of the past, sir."

The price of the pas--! He was interrupted while beginning to angrily reiterating his calculator and memoir pad by a vibrating in his pocket. Easily distracted the Yakuza pulled out the cell phone of his black slacks pocket. His eyes lit up in anger as they scanned across the screen.
"1400 isn't even a damn time!!! Wait..." he shouted to himself in reaction to the text. After being once again erupting after seeming to finally cool, his face crumpled into one of thought for a quick second. "Oh yea... Two o' clock. Damn spam..." The words of GOD had caught his attention for a few moments but he paid it only a seconds worth of his time before he began to realize it was chain mail or a wrong number. Throwing his phone back into his pocket he was about to speak before the phone once again annoyingly interjected. Obviously GOD thought his summoning was more important than syndicate merchandise. The lava flow had switched course. Someone else would be receiving the bullets in his chamber then. Threatening him with penalties and 'erasure'? And then hiding behind such a name? He'd teach them...

Turning to a pile of clothes in the grounds darkness, the Yakuza began to put on his white wifebeater that had covered him before he became too hot in the rather stuffy conference room. Which was as quickly as he began waiting on the associate's arrival, only ten minutes before hand. Leaving behind the suit and tie, he worked on putting on the black long sleeves dress shirt. It was the middle of summer and he was wearing that. He didn't attempt the difficult method of buttoning the sleeves. Looking over to his assistant he left his commands, before he could finish his words once again another buzz shook his pocket. He already knew GOD probably had just sent another letter of order to the chosen. He released a huff through his nostrils in a calming manner. It helped him not pop a blood vessel. Then his mood was brightened with a realization.

"I'm leaving you to finish the negotiations. I've got to tend to God's orders..." he said with a blood thirsty grin ending his last statement. And as he left the room, all eyes in the room stared equally blank at the door bewildered at what had happened. Even the experienced one who should be used to the antics of the notorious was rather awed. Even this was out of the feather head's nature. Well... Maybe it'd just been a while.


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Arriving with the assistance of his ride and one of two men left outside the business perimeter, Kuro was charted to the base of the tower. Since it was a working Wednesday the traffic may have dented the threatened time. At 1:53 he would arrive and leave behind another confused individual, and at 1:56 money would have been thrown at a startled booth-man before the hot headed mobster rushed to an elevator to answer God's beckoning. In the elevator, Shiromi popped into his mind. How dare someone mock the true entity that had taken her from him... They'd learn what happens when they wanted to play his enemies... They'd learn.




ɱy Ƀeliefs are not antiquated
ӯou and ɪ ѡill Stand As One
_______________ Уet
иumb and Ƀroken here I stand Alone
Wondering what were the last words I said to you//

________It Won't Be Long
________We'll Meet Again


This is My Curse ღ The Longing



As you walk the path of least Resistance
Is it as simple as you claim it to be?
Your tongue, your eyes
Your lies, they do deceive you

[Kenarox]

____Ӄuro
__“ʞarasu ”
________ҝurivvu_________________[+]
Ί ϣ atched you walk away ₪_Ӈ opeless with nothing to say.
_____________________I straiи m es
____________________I straiи my ɇyes
Hoping to see you agaiɳ//


I stand firm in my solidarity
The path I walk I walk it with my own resolve
[✥]When darkness falls we are reborn[✥]



The operation of clearing out Tokyo Tower couldn't be cheap... The man power and cooperation alone was over his head, not just the millions of yen such had to take. But if he had become such a problem, so be it. If they had to taunt him out with such threats... To him it seemed like God would come to him if he failed to ignore the obliviously minor of importance. Being an absolute holy being, it made sense it would want to meet in the daytime though. And openly give the demon a fair opportunity as to avoid committing a sin of some kind... Though Kuro was thinking to any such depth but rather what he would soon be shooting first... Or at least were. His eye brows arched in frustration as he thought: where do you shoot God? Well, everything else seemed to have vitals... If not there it's heart, if not there then that means that-- his biology session was interrupted by the halt of the elevator. He looked up from his place on the floor to the door, his jaw tightly flexing as his teeth clinched tightly together in correspondence to his anxiety. The moment of truth was upon him. In the back of his mind the had wish that he had brought a bigger God-slayer was muffled by his subconsciousness... He'd just have to make due.

He wasn't greeted by a blinding light, a shining old man with a giant beard, or a crucified saint... But rather the hustle and bustle of a casual Tokyo Tower. Or at least what he assumed was normal, as he'd actually never been up the landmark. He really saw no point in it all, veiwing the so corrupt world... Though from so high up in the daytime, Karasu would hardly notice any of it's blemishing spots he knew so well if he was to look through the plexiglass. Back on the topic, he scanned the crowd as he took his first steps into the throng of tourists and scattered natives. He gritted his teeth in his nervousness, convinced that someone would eventually pull out some form of automatic artillery and begin spraying on the feather head or an evil mastermind would step forward and reveal their plans to eliminate the thorn in their hide. Kuro snarled as the raven haired sender stepped forward, him unknowingly drifting into his destination and into the group other baffled chosen as he stepped into the back of the other text receivers.

"Well, well, well - you guys made it. I should say congratulations, shouldn't I?" He then did his scan of the group before announcing that they had been chosen to play some game.

Immediately noticing the plural intentions of the announcements, Kuro's show of teeth decreased to a deep frown. So he alone was not in someones scope, at least. After his realization of surrounding peoples, he knew he himself could hardly open fire and win the game early, kill it's master.Well now that his watcher was in front of him along with his other playthings, he now also doubted the enactment of erasure. This God would keep his word of not wiping him from Earth's canvas since he'd made it, correct? Wait... His eyes drifted over to nowhere in particular, a face of sudden flatness and blank mindedness enveloped over his enraged face as he thought to himself. He couldn't believe he had played pawn to a simple text message... After he quickly got the irritating thought out of his system his fanged glare were back on what appeared to be a fellow maniac after only seconds of cooling anger. He saw familiarity in the wicked smile the game master wore, as he too often donned it along with many others of the Yakuza craft. Though if the summoner was family, why were the others around him not as well? He certainty had the attire downpact... And in such a cloak, plenty of weapons could be concealed with enough power to kill a simple group of ill prepared eight and one frozen feisty one. s**t, Kuro alone could blast nine if he was suicidal... He was in quite the predicament he finally concluded.

The psychopathy went on to tell, no better yet, threatened that he go and pack luggage and pay attention to some game. He had better things to do and no prize the man held could possibly make his eyes twinkle... Besides, now this blasphemous b*****d was going to far. For after him saying an envelope would be waiting for him at his home, even the dim witted Kuro knew there was no way this game was of any significance. No way he would find his residence. Sure, numbers floated around and could be tapped, but finding his actual cove? Hardly possible... And if it was? Then the fish would definitely bite on the line. Kuro's time would only be snagged by this game if the envelope existed at his actual residence. He took his glance to the group around him, all of them seeming to be fully captivated already. This was stupid... He should have let the ravenette bring the heat to him at the sound of the 14th hour... At least then tourists wouldn't be seeing a man die in an elevator with their visit to the land of the rising sun. For Kuro didn't see any other way for the one in control to escape... Yea he'd just wait until he thought he'd just be sliding into an elevator doom and then blam he'd pounce.... He'd put his head between the closing doors and see what would happen then... He'd break a few bones, blacken a few eyes, stomp on a few necks... And then carry him off for the private fun. Yea, he'd get him good...

Completely wrapped up in the ecstasy of violent thoughts, his mouth nearly watering as it arched in into a sadistic smile, his now wild eyes back to their own little thinking spot. He'd be able to vent out the frustration this nuisance had caused and teach this God impostor a good lesson before he went back to the fat b*****d... Who was probably now gone. Great, now he'd have to beat his a** twice as much for that t-- wait... Where'd he go? And the other idiots that had fallen prey to this tenchcoated bother? Kuro snorted his displeasure before making his own exit, down the same elevator he came. As he looked down to a slain man's pocket watch, he saw he had hours before he was needed this Fort Luxe... During his decent, he would make a call to the handyman he'd left in charge.

"The deal went fine, everythings been sorted out an--" he was cut off.

"Hey, gimme a ride to my place. Somethings come up..."

With that he cut the conversation, hanging up the phone and sliding it back into his pocket. He stood away from the curb and over into the crowd as his paranoia created nonexistent enemies, his ruby eyes jumping from face to face, his teeth gritting against each other with his nervousness. He only came from the shadows of building shade when his cheap ride pulled up. Inside he was bombared with questions.

"So what's u--

"I don't know, just shut up and go! Damn!"


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Before sighing, his ride was off and on the way to the dingy cove of the suddenly irate Yakuza Well nothing out of the ordinary there could be found in that of course, which left the man paired with Kuro at a loss, yet again. Such a thing was always common to those involved with feather boy. Upon reaching the cheap apartments, about an hours trip with the delay of the usual traffic Kuro jammed the button for the elevator impatiently at its bottom, him drumming his ringed fingers on thigh. Finally on the twenty seventh of thirty floors, the surprisingly clean lair was trampled by dirty shoes as Kuro picked up the out of place envelope at the doorway and dashed immediately to the one, also tidy, bedroom. The place was his most recent movement, as he was constantly jumping from apartment to apartment, motel to motel. (Thanks to suggestions from bosses and friendly, caring others who were more experienced in the minefield he constantly tripped over...) Walking slowly behind the aroused burn victim, the subordinate stood in the doorway waiting for the yelled commands he knew would come.

In the middle of removing the black dress shirt that had been too hot for the weather, he was lighting a cigarette soon after it was thrown to the floor. Taking the first, which was always the best, inhale and puff, he continued on his work of throwing clips into a suitcase. One uzi was unveiled from a resting place under his bed, a nighttime provision, which he inspected for only seconds as he walked to the room's near bare closet. Before sliding the closet door he made a final check of the weapon, as he unloaded and reloading it's magazine. The doorwatcher jumped as the firearm was thrown from there to the open black suitcase. After that the measly amount of dress shirts and a few slacks along with other necessities would be neatly placed in as the Yakuza moved accordingly. The doorman finally decided to speak up and ask what exactly he was going to have to clean up when the packing was complete. And after an ear straining, rather confusing and half baked, explanation was shouted, Kuro and his bag of goodies would be heading to Fort Luxe.


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Apparently, Fort Luxe was a big deal. Because when the driver received the drop off point, a rant of surprise came forth that had to be shot down by one hardly wanting to hear it. Sure Kuro liked nice things, but he of course much preferred anything else. His ride would just be him to the side sliding his rings past each other and gazing out the window, fathoming the death of this raven haired man that brought him away from Shiromi's redemption. Playing God had it's price and this man would pay his soon.

Arriving at the awestriking hotel around seven o' clock, Kuro was told to call someone once he found out some things, as he had planned to. Though him being sort of reminded to resulted in a final verbal exchange between him and his comrade one final time before he was cast into the playing field. Karasu hated the atmosphere. It was snooty and stiff. Such an aura was forced down his throat when he was with superiors and with more than enough "business associates". Moving through the scattered cliques, he would make his way to his room, 86O2. Sliding the keycard through the locking technology, he slammed the door behind him when it clicked open.



иumb and Ƀroken here I stand Alone
Wondering what were the last words I said to you//

________It Won't Be Long
________We'll Meet Again


This is My Curse ღ The Longing

Your lies, they do deceive you

[Kenarox]

____Ӄuro
__“ʞarasu ”
________ҝurivvu_________________[+]
Ί ϣ atched you walk away ₪_Ӈ opeless with nothing to say.
_____________________I straiи m es
____________________I straiи my ɇyes
Hoping to see you agaiɳ//


I stand firm in my solidarity
The path I walk I walk it with my own resolve
[✥]When darkness falls we are reborn[✥]



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иumb and Ƀroken here I stand Alone
Wondering what were the last words I said to you//

________It Won't Be Long
________We'll Meet Again


This is My Curse ღ The Longing

[Kenarox]

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A U R O N
__THE "LEGENDARY" GUARDIAN
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The freedom of not having to throw limb and life infront of others. The release from the constant behemoth known as Sin was finally a reality for not only him but those outside the plane of the dead. All of his were finally promises fulfilled. A true smile could finally be etched on a face that had become petrified into a frown too many times over living ages. And one was, hidden under his high collar, but none the less there, as he, Braska, and Jecht lived life in what could be called a heaven. There the ex world savers looked back to the troublesome past's good times, no worries burdening their souls. Each mind would travel back to past loves, those still living, and those now there with them. Close friends would create their own little dreamscapes where they could let their souls intertwine with now reacquainted loved ones who had unfortunately come to meet with them. Though Auron hardly reminisced with the others he knew in the Plane besides Braska and Jecht, he was happy as he simply would bask in thought, more often his mind being on the simple fact that he had finally made it there. And that he hadn't also been turned into a fiend. That itself could be a might too great for Spira to handle... His deep voice hummed a chuckle.

He took a breath. His smile faded and turned back to an all too hated and all too familiar scowl. He walked from the others behind him, as they began to fade, and he began to piece together. His ghastly, transparent form slowly being pieced together by damned pyrefiles... He stood infront of the sort of boundary the living gazed into when they spectated the dead. And there he met his summoner... One still dressed to have Fayth's favor... Had the world not aged? Had the sacrifices of his all his comrades gone in vein again? Had he truly failed? If not, then why was she there? Even if Sin was not banished she shouldn't have been there... She was just a scar of the past. One that he was sure to never bother him again after having dealt it's hardy blow to his monk career. The two hardly had a healthy enough relationship for her to be beckoning him for protection... Had they?

Then he looked to her side. A familiar blond looked up, soft spoken from her spot below the fiercer of the two. He had been distracted by who was surely his summoner to see her earlier attempt at grasping his reanimating features. As his slow transformation completed, the burdening weight of his giant katana returned to his shoulder lastly, completing his appearing into the realm of the living. He had so enjoyed it's absence too... His able eye staying on the awestruck blond for a quick minute as a warm smile was allowed to grace his hidden lips once more. That great privilege quickly taken away from him as he quickly went back to the possibly irate beauty. He hadn't considered what her pushing of Rikku could have meant fully.

He tilted his head between them both, closing his eyes, letting out an ancient sigh before parting his mouth for speech for the first time in the living world. Oh how he hated the taste of the air now...

"My story was over... Why burden me with new pages..?" his voice deeply asked them both. He couldn't imagine the two being in some sort of alliance.... But since he was now "alive" once again, he believed anything was possible. Even that a certain naive Al Bhed could have looked over how he enjoyed the paradise he had finally reached after ages of endured pain and went seeking one able to bring back one of her little friends... Probably for some reunion of sorts... But shouldn't all of the young others have gone their own ways now? It'd been so long... But knowing this ex counterpart, she would stumble across the rejection that had ultimately led to their meeting to get him back to the painful world. Odd how irony could have worked. But he wasn't really angry at either one. After all he had yet to learn what he was truly there for. He so hoped the aged katana wouldn't have to cleave through more troubles that bared the path to his actual epilogue... That was all he really wished for now... And it was possibly all that he could...

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Time and time [again
I stand at the >crossroad<
Where the weight of my burden
[+]Eclipses my resolve[+]

This is daily crucifixion
And these rusted nails leave scars
My jagged crown is at my side

[Theres no question. You're the answer]

[Kenarox]

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A U R O N
__THE "LEGENDARY" GUARDIAN
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An eyebrow was arched when the man was greeted by the seemingly obsessed woman. He had inhaled to respond in some way he hadn't even fully formulated before a hot headed Al Bhed was up and questioning. Predictable... He was starting to believe this was just some dream a peaceful him in his silent heaven was conjuring as he... Well they didn't have to sleep, but one could. Possibly... Anyways, it didn't matter as his ear was being nagged off and his planar body surely wasn't waking up. Hopefully he'd just have to suffer through a few more seconds... He tilted his head away from the mouth that questioned his existence. As if he knew. Maybe he was an aeon though, as that stuck with him. He could only wish he was something so simple...

"Well you could have stopped her..." he added blankly as if the lady had already left before turning his eye over to the very much still there witch. Ignoring Rikku's creative vocabulary, he stabbed the giant burden on his shoulder into the ground, sitting on a nearby clay rock as he gripped it's hilt. For some reason hacking his summoner in half would be too rude for his nature... Obviously this was meant to happen... And he'd let his tortuous story roll out simply ripping out pages to get to the end. He closed his eye as he listened to the woman's rant and ignored the question of the over excited blond, him looking away from both ranters once again, and for some reason a smirk spread across hidden lips when they should have surely been in a forming serious state of utter disdain or moving aggressively in curses and slurs to the obsessed. He reopened his good eye when she stated that this was her exacting revenge. His smile diminished, but not because he was angry, more so saddened. He had found some sort of sick pride in the act of rejecting one who obviously had problems. But now that had come to bite him were the sun shined... And her jaws dragged him out. As she vanished he stood and once again picked up the heavy weapon after being informed of why he was summoned.

"Wen Kinoc... Bevelle..." he responded to his back as he had begun to walk from the Farplanes. He expected that to be enough of an answer to minimally satisfy the stuttering Al Bhed's nervous question. Of course Wen was dead, but his wife was obviously not, Auron of course now wishing that that was not the case... Before the blond could question his selection of words, he added in more.

"You should learn to react faster..." he said, once again hinting that he was very much back. This was the small scolding advice that he wasn't aware he was renown for, and as always it was hardly meant to be a serious insult. Hopefully it would comfort the easily frightened Rikku. He had learned he had to sort of baby sit when it came to the energetic girl and all of her other friends for that matter. And she was probably the least of her worries as far as annoyances went, as he began to remember his fame among the world. Maybe his name had faded with his other life. After all it'd been three years.... But then again, he'd just been reminded that people very much remembered him, one rememberer met years before the other's existence was probably even thought of... Who ever was the divine being that truly manipulated this spiraling world, they seemed to love watching him squirm...

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Time and time [again
I stand at the >crossroad<
Where the weight of my burden
[+]Eclipses my resolve[+]

This is daily crucifixion
And these rusted nails leave scars
My jagged crown is at my side

[Theres no question. Youre the answer]

[Kenarox]

←the meister} UMOREI L u c a s
_____and
A X I S decursus{ the weapon→

The halls of Shibusen were bustling with the new entrances. Seniors of the school talking with old friends, and those new like him that were trying to make small talk or spark up the awkward conversation necessary to get what people called essential what?.. Relationships were they? Anyways, the brunette being lead by the bluette hardly had much of a social life or whatever it was that was essential, let alone a voice. All he barely was learning to do was fight... Why had he let Axis drag him into this... Well, because he had never been able to fight back. A sigh escaped his lips to be contained and hushed ever more by the high collared straight jacket he hardly wore as a fashion statement. At least here was better than... There. Lucas shivered at the thought of that place. But luckily an agreement had been struck with the cartoonish figure that ran the school for those cursed with weapons... And well, as long as Axis stayed quiet, life could slip by nice and ea--

"Hey you." Axis lifted a hand covered by a green ninja like glove and pointed to a girl out of the blue. An utter stranger.

"Axis no!" Lucas's soft whisper of a voice cave sliding from underneath his odd apparel, his weapon seeming to ignore, as usual, the words of his partner. The seemingly frail meister could feel the eyes beginning to focus on the odd pair.

"Your going to duel us." his yellow eyes were locked onto the stranger in the look of determination Lucas had come to wisely fear... As it usually spelt trouble for the duo. So far, he'd been right one hundred percent of the time.

Lucas's voice rang from the back of the feisty weapon as he stuttered his condolences."N-no, no! Sorry for the disturbance, we'll be on our wa--" The golden eyes turned on him. "And your going to shut up. We have to set dominance here if we're going to survive." A heavy red blush was on his face and condenses of sweat were starting to form as he could feel all of the eyes on him. They were probably wondering how the two could even possibly a pair worth acceptance. And now the course of action sat on one of the tongues surrounding the approached girl. Once he heard the word... Ugh. "But I don't want any dom--" he tried to argue back, but he once again cut off, this time by Axis giving him the palm of his hand inches away from his face, an obvious stop sign. "It's not up to you." he stated. Lucas leaned to look with hopeful eyes held by a sweating face of utter apology and begging over to the direction of selected combatants. It was all up to them.... Or maybe some other wordly interference that Lucas was praying for.

[Kenarox]

{To r и
__◐ ◑___Ðisbelieving Separation
_I close my eyes
[₪]But there is no əscaping l l {this}. . .

we are one ↓
___a true vision of perfection˟
xxxxxxxxxxxxxX E R V E S Acciaioxx

←THE psychoticBOSS
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Everyone had to rest. Even the mighty Xerves... Many things had to be prepared to protect the new family. It wasn't like they could simply waltz in and he'd sit his a** on the throne watching the world bask in his success as they handed everything over to him. No. He had been dashing here and there, settling this and that with families who may not have agreed with the takeover. Setting up his rouges here and there, the minor families were being taken care of peacefully through nighttime dinners, on his bill, feeding those not directly loyal to the fallen family lies and whatever else they hungered for. The wool was pulled over of the eyes of just those who may interfere foolishly in attempt to guarantee their own safety. He made sure their head rested easy before he departed from each meeting... He may need to siphon their power to feed his house in the future. And surely behind the back tactics had been proved their worth and efficiency. But damn he hated speaking Japanese... Or any other language for that matter... Raised to be nearly universal, he dabbled in a few languages of major places so he would fit in wherever assigned. He had at first mainly only knew the basics of Japanese, but quickly starting striving for the title of at least nearly fluent when he lived with the Stellato and even before that when he started to organize the assault on his deceased family. He still messed up a few things here and there, but he got his point across... Eventually. Sure, out of some families he went to quell, some spoke his homeland tongue, but that wasn't the case last night.

Sadly no, yet another meeting forced his neck to stiffen as he refrained from simply obliterating the stubborn mafioso. Who wanted more money. That wasn't the problem. It was that Xerves was not at all fluent in speaking numbers high enough to reach what they probably wanted, and thus the night was spent quietly arguing a price. Much of it being a rather stupid conversation on one end thanks to lack of complete fluency. He could only imagine what he could have been saying... At least Xerves had crammed in a lesson on Japanese counting and a few other things when he returned in the late hours of the night...

He rolled in his bed as he comfortably slept off his headache. Now all that was left was find the Vongola HQ. But that would take days probably... He'd earned a few days off, as he was nearly sure the counterstrike of those loyal to the old famigila wouldn't be too immediate. He shifted again realizing that, a smirk of satisfaction creasing his lips. Yea... He'd be able to sleep off the migraine and later on that day he'd drink some tea, listen to some of his best music, or mayb-- BANG BANG BANG. His eyes burst open half lidded to his thankfully dark room, as blinds did their job and guarded his eyes from the blinding sun. He'd forgotten about the infernal pain in the a** Konatsu... Who was up rather early too wasn't he? Well usually Xerves himself would be awake but you know, business can be a strain on even the strongest... Damn, he had expect at least an hour more before the sugar demon awoke... The boss himself wasn't even awake enough to jolt from the bed and pummel the idiot on the other side of the door. He'd let his ignoring the nuisance be his punishment, as the boy's attention span surely wouldn't last too long. Then the last straw was pulled as the kick was sent to his door, causing a throb of pain to echo through his brain. He surely wouldn't be going back to sleep after that... And Konatsu would have to pay that price.

As Xerves slid from underneath his covers, it was obvious he hadn't done much to prepare for sleep. Wearing nothing but his black slacks from last night's attire and a white tank top, he slid to the door slowly. The door creaked open as he slid from behind it, hardly trying to hide, but his eyes were still heavy and so was his body. He'd have inspiration to move soon enough though. Hunched over at first, he straitened out as he began to near Konatsu's back. A sparkle hit his eye as he quickly snatched up the neck of his summoner with his forearm before any of his comrades would give away his presence. His grip was actually rather light at the moment. He looked straight ahead when he grabbed his prey his eyes still showing the wear that was on his shoulders instead of the wilder face that usually dealt with the pest. His grip tightened slightly as he spoke his rhetorical question.

"Sue me Kanatsu...? Hm."

Xerves casually walked over to the refrigerator with his newly captured teenager and opened to what he knew would be shelves heavy with food, a reasonable amount to feed all of the inhabitants of the mansion, even those with a giant apatite could be in heavenly bliss if their tounge so allowed it. Konatsu obviously couldn't see that though. So Xerves would be so kind as to give him a closer look. Xerves looked the shelves up and down as if inspecting it to see what it was missing.

"Hm... That's odd. I guess along with your teeth, your eyes need to be checked too..." he stated, already knowing Kantsu had been lying from the beginning. Then a devious smile spread eerily across his face. With the mouth of the berserker and the eyes of an annoyed sleeper, Xerves' limbs went to work at stuffing the smaller male into the icebox... As various content fell from the once neatly sorted refrigerator, Xerves stopped as his currently lazy lust was satisfied after a few seconds of trying to slam the door shut, but to no avail. Casually letting Konatsu do what he wished after proper punishment was enforced, he calmly let his feet lazily drag to a towel near the sink, washing off his now messy hands. He turned his head to look over to Rinslet, as if nothing had happened. Surely the family was used to the duo's shenanigans by now. The maids though may have been a different subject...

"Eating outside today, right?" He asked as if they had a choice...

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I'm having BAD dreams and good NIGHTMARES
tomorrow's quite clear

fail or succeed its all up to me
“xxxx†he world iи my palm is all i need”

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