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I am the one that you ☣ do not understand
IMAKEYOULOSEDIRECTION
☠ ☠ ☠ whateveryou'resaying ａｎｄ ｆｅｅｌ ｐｏｗｅｒｌｅｓｓ
( xxxI am the one that will make you lost, heartbroken and cryingxxx )
ｔｈｅ ｊｅｒｋ ｔｈａｔ ｙｏｕ ｈａｔｅｄ ｙｏｕｒ ｗｈｏｌｅ ｌｉｆｅ

In moments like these, Karasu really wished he wasn't a Chosen One. Because, honestly, these sharp senses could be such a pain in the a**... Ah, the touch too. The hard, cold desk didn't really feel good against his back. In the other hand, it was enough for the boy to realize that he's not in his room. The difference between the bed he was usually sleeping in and... this one was so awful it would be noticeable for every normal human. Not speaking about the... less normal ones. Yeah, let's put it like that for the time being. Also, it was quite understandable that Karasu wasn't the normal one, because right now his back actually started to hurt and he couldn't help but frown from the weird smell of drugs, alcohol, cigarettes and god knows what else. Killing mix that was able to make even a normal human puke. And even though the boy was quite used to it already, it was still so awful he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh and slowly open one of his eyes. A quick glance around helped him to understand his current situation better, although he probably wasn't able to think straight yet. Oh, no worries. He could take care of his body just well, if not by sleeping then by biokinesis. Yeah, physically, he didn't have to worry about being tired. When it came to mental matters... let's leave it as it is. He wasn't a complete idiot after all, was he? Yeah, he was one of the best students and such but... grades never described your intelligence. Even an idiot could sit for the whole day and night and learn, then go to school and get a good grade. Book knowledge meant nothing because, honestly, you won't be able to use it a lot later in your life. Like hell someone will force you to do some complicated math problems. If someone would tell him to do it outside the school, he'd gladly beat the s**t out of the idiot. Literally. Sure, collecting debts was forcing him to count, but come on, that was just a simple stuff. And no, he wasn't planning to become some idiotic mathematician in his future. His future was lost long time ago, honestly - it was all planned out with every goddamn detail. And as much as he liked freedom, he couldn't go against his Boss. Loyalty. Do you even know what does it mean? Because Karasu knew everything about it. Or at least when it came to his father.

When he finally stopped breathing loud like some damn animal, he realized that there's actually someone laying next to him. With another sigh, this time one that expressed annoyance, he opened both of his purple eyes and started to get up just to get dragged down immediately. He felt a tight grip on his wrist and as he turned his head to see who it is, he frowned for a short while. A girl? Heh, please. There was no way he'd remember... Oh, wait. She did certainly seem to be quite familiar... Wait, didn't he just sleep with her? Confusing thoughts hit his head aggressively, as she was staring at his lost face and smiling like it would be totally alright. "So... what do you want? Let me go," it took him a while to manage to actually say anything. But it was worth it, as she let go of his hand obediently. It's not like he couldn't free himself, he just didn't want to bother, really. It was better to actually talk than fight with girls - especially with ones who actually had their connections in Mafia. No, he wasn't scared that someone would go after him. There was enough people who wanted to see his head on a silver plate anyway. One more, one less... did it really matter? Ever since he was kidnapped, he kept his guard up. "Nothing... Just wanted to know where are you going," she smiled again and he could feel his eyebrow raising. Since when someone actually cared where he was going? Please. She could at least think of a better lie or something. He didn't even know what day it was... Oh yeah, maybe she did. Sighing deeply, he managed to get out of the bed, standing with his bare feet on the cold floor and staring at his black boxers. Just where did he threw his clothes yesterday? "Be useful and tell me what day it is," he mumbled when he finally spotted his t-shirt laying on the floor. When Karasu was walking around the room collecting his wardrobe, the girl got up lazily and checked her cellphone. "Hey Crow... Are you sure you want to know?" she turned around slowly, staring at him with a weird smile on her face. Karasu looked up at her kind of confused, but few seconds later his confusion changed into an expression of annoyance. "Of course I do. If I wouldn't want to know, I wouldn't bother asking you," he held himself from putting any insults into the sentence. It'd be pointless anyway, and arguing with girls was so troublesome. They were all so stubborn... meh. After finally getting dressed, he looked at her again and was waiting for her answer. Or actually, for anything. If she won't stop giggling like an idiot he's going to slap the hell out of her, really... She has three more ******** seconds. He was tapping his fingers on the desk and she probably realized what was he doing, finally finishing her very smart action. "It's September First, Young Master..." and that was all she managed to say before Karasu disappeared from the room with no intentions of coming back ever again. Okay, maybe sometime. ********, whatever.

Running down the stairs as fast as it was possible, he reached to his pocket and found his cellphone. Pulling it out, Karasu checked the time and sighed deeply, frowning in annoyance. He had one hour. One hour to do ******** everything. He should finally listen to people and stop drinking during the weekdays. Or the day before ******** September First. Why the hell did he forget about such an important date anyway? So hopeless... His men should at least remind him what day it was before they all went to drink. ******** retards, he'll make sure to scold them later. But yeah, that will be later, because now he didn't have time for such stuff. He still had to go back home, shower, change, think about the lame speech... wait. He's not going to do that, clearly. He won't have time. Which meant that he will have to pull this goddamn speech out of his ******** a** when he'll already be in school. "Wonderful, Karasu. You really did well this time," he mumbled to himself, unable to hold a sarcastic comment anymore. Or perhaps it was this cold, morning air's fault. Well, it certainly woke him up a bit. Looking around, he spotted his car at the parking and rushed towards his red and black Bugatti Veyron, getting inside. Good thing that all of his stuff was there already. Wallet and such... He didn't really know why he didn't take it with him inside, but whatever. Good thing he actually took the cellphone and keys. Otherwise, he would be pretty much doomed. Wait, wasn't he doomed already? In a battle against time you had no chance of winning, unless you'd be really fast. And even though he was driving one of the fastest - if not the fastest - cars on the world, it didn't really help much. His mansion was quite close, yes, but he still had a lot of things to do before he could leave to school. And he was a person that couldn't afford being late. He was a goddamn school president and he had to start the opening ceremony - there was no way around it. He could already see all these people whining and he sighed deeply. No, he won't listen to this. He'll make it on time, just ********' watch, scum.

After a few minutes of mindless staring at the road as he was trying to skillfully drive as fast as it was possible while having so many cars around he finally managed to see his mansion. Yeah, his sight was so good and the mansion wouldn't be visible for a normal human yet but well... it was for Karasu. His mansion was quite a big one anyway - all white, which was resembling an old building from Victorian era. His father loved this place so much though, and Karasu couldn't complain either. He had few apartments all around the city but yet, this place was his only home, right? You had only one after all. When he finally managed to get out of the car, he found himself running desperately towards the doors. How much time did he have left? Karasu reached for his cellphone again. 45 minutes left. Good enough, or so he thought. He won't lose this lame battle against time, though. Opening the doors fiercely, all of the maids gathered in entrance hole jumped up slightly, staring at him with a confusion in their eyes. "W-welcome back, Young Master..." their voices didn't really sound sure but Karasu ignored all of them, climbing up the stairs and running towards his bedroom. He had better things to do than stand and reply to some useless maids. Okay, maybe it was better than they were cleaning up but still... society needed such people after all. Pushovers, eh? Yeah, he'd call them like that. Obedient dogs didn't deserve any another nicknames anyway. Swearing loyalty to a lot of people was just a bullshit anyway. Karasu opened the doors to his bedroom and sighed slightly. Someone cleaned up his room again. Man, now he won't be able to find a s**t. It was always like that. Seems like he'll have to take care of the maid who dared to enter his room without a permission. A good care, obviously. Even though it wasn't really much of a punishment for any of these... useless things. Except the fact that he could fire them anytime. Karasu sighed and smirked, closing the doors after him and looking around. 40 minutes left.

He took few steps forward and stopped, though. On the floor, there was an... envelope? A big one, on top of that. Who the hell did left a letter for him on the ******** floor? Oh, please. That was just too stupid. Karasu went to pick it up and realized that there's something else inside. Not only a letter, but a thing as well. Frowning slightly, he went to the desk and left it over here, wondering what should he do. It could be a trap after all. The other gangs could get desperate and send him some kind of a bomb which would explode when the envelope is opened. He checked the text written on the paper and raised his eyebrow. "Huh? 'From: God'? Yeah, like hell a God would send me a letter..." he mumbled to himself. He didn't have time to just stand here and think about the mail, though. He could either open it or trash it. And the first option seemed to be more appealing... at least for Karasu. Ah, the human curiosity could really kill sometimes. Let's see if this time the curiosity would kill the cat. He slowly ripped the top of the paper off, peeking inside. A silver pentagram which was as big as his one palm and a letter. Biting his lip, he took the pentagram out and looked at it carefully. No, it wasn't a bomb... and that was the only thing he could be sure of. Leaving it on the desk, he took the letter out and started to read, his frown deepening with every word that he saw.Yes, it was a letter from God. One asking him to help with hunting down the demons and ex-gods. But Karasu decided about it long time ago. He was going to remain neutral and only the people who will deserve it will receive his help. Quite easy, wasn't it? Taking sides wasn't much of his thing, that's why he refused to be either good or evil. Neutral did sound better anyway. You could at least decide about yourself. But well, he wasn't going to leave it like that anyway. He'd carry the pentagram with him. If a demon or ex-god would be stupid enough to attack him he had some advantage, as the thing could seal the creature's power away. And then they won't be able to harm him. How sad and funny at once.

But he'd care about it later. Now, he went up to the closet and started to look for his Student Council President's uniform. Yeah, yeah, he had a different one. People who were in council had different uniforms too, although his was... unique, yeah. It wasn't used for so long though... Karasu reached for it and took it out, staring at the clothes like they would be his main enemy in this war. He disliked uniforms, even though these didn't look bad. It was just that he disliked school and therefore, he didn't like anything connected to it anyway. Yeah, the president hating on his own school. Most of people would find it quite ironic, wouldn't they? Well, Karasu found it ironic, too. But he had to put up with it anyway. Actually, it was way more than just putting up with it. He had to act, but... that wasn't really the worst thing. He was a good actor. A natural born one, even. He could deceive anyone's feelings and win hearts of people at school despite being who he was. But... he had to keep his true identity a secret. No one was supposed to know about it after all. And yet, this one kid... Eh, he's going to worry about the hacker later. It wasn't really the time to think about it anyway. A plan? Why would he need one? He's just going to tell the kid that if he tells anyone, Karasu will make sure to block him away from tech world. It's not like it was really hard to get his surname on the list that no mall would sell stuff to and destroy every computer remaining in his house. Seriously, he could destroy as much of these as he wanted to. Power... you can have power in your fists, not in your computer. It was just a machine after all. It could easily fail you. Hm... yeah, well, whatever. He stared at the uniform for few more seconds and just shrugged, taking it with him to bathroom. He still had to take a shower and make his hair look less like he would be after a WW3. He didn't worry about his face much - he could change it at will through DNA code. He could easily switch shapes too but... he found that weird and unnecessary. As long as he didn't need a completely new image, he would stay in his natural body. If you could call white hair and purple eyes natural, that is. But you probably could... he was a living example that such stuff was possible.

Being done with all the morning stuff, he looked at himself in the mirror for the last time. Sighing quietly, Karasu grabbed the pentagram, shoved it into his pocket and ran out of the room. 20 minutes left. Good enough - he should be on time. His hair was still a little bit wet but he honestly couldn't bother to dry it completely. If he would, he'd be late. He'd just open the window in his car and let the wind take care of it. Actually, running down the stairs he started to think if it's possible to dry your hair through DNA manipulation. Guess you could make them really hot, but there was always a possibility that they'll burn. In the other hand, you could easily make them grow again. Oh, ******** it. He's not going to bother. Wind will do. Wasting time on his hair wouldn't be the smartest thing he could do right now anyway. Actually, nothing was smart right now. Except running like crazy to your car and hurrying up. He should be on time, although it will take some... driving skills, yeah. And he had to avoid police - although with his senses, that wasn't really hard. "Have a safe trip, Young Master..." maids bowed to him again as he finally managed to get into the entrance hall. Oh, one more thing... He ran in the right direction and knocked on a big, wooden doors, decorated with many gold things. "Yes?" his father did sound sleepy, but Karasu didn't really care. His dad would wake up early so it wasn't his fault anyway. "I just wanted to say that I'm leaving now," he smiled to the doors like they would be able to smile back and sighed quietly when he realized what he's doing. His father probably knew that Karasu was out for a whole night but well... That was something normal anyway. "Alright. Have fun," and that was all he heard. Well, not like he expected anything else or more, honestly. "I'll try," he said and turned around, running out of the mansion and entering his car. Okay now, which road should he take? If he'd pick the main one, it would be a shorter distance, however, there would be way more cars and he could easily find himself stuck in a traffic jam. Hell, it was Tokyo - a hour that everyone went to school and work. There was no possible way of going around it. He still picked the way that seemed to be the more free, although longer. And he had only a few minutes left. Hell, he's going to be late. No, no, wait. He's not. Ah, ******** it. 15 minutes left, and he was usually driving for around 20 or 25 when he was going to school. If he's going to drive really fast, maybe he can make it.

Starting to drive, he really tried to avoid the busy streets and he was driving... really... fast. He could swear he passed by some people from his school but who cared about it now? He had to be on time, and that was all that mattered. Or he's going to get bothered about it until the end of next month or even more. Karasu smiled with satisfaction as he saw the school slowly growing in his eyes. 3 minutes left. Good enough. He felt this weird feeling of happiness when he parked the car and closed the doors after getting out of it. One minute to go. He turned around and started to run through people who were sitting here just to get in the school on time. Seconds were particularly ticking in his ears as he passed by the Student Council room and entered the hall. He went through the entrance behind the stage not to get too much attention, although he probably forgot that their math teacher had her eyes all around her head. "Finally! Just on time! Get on the stage now! And your speech better be good," Karasu smiled nicely as she was ranting about it, making the time pass by even more. Oh well, the ceremony delay was her fault now, not his. He did it on time and that's what was important here. "Of course, ma'am. Also, I'm sorry," he bowed slightly and walked up on the stage, staring at the students for a while. And even though he felt like he'd gladly puke right now, he had to give out some lame speech that no one would listen to anyway. He was sure if he'd just repeat "p***s" all the time, no one would notice. Except the math teacher, that is, and this is why he didn't do that. Sighing deeply and cleaning his throat, he grabbed the mic and looked at all these students again. Meh... Putting a nice smile on his face, he started to stare somewhere in the one point to make it look like he was talking to everyone, not just the person that he was currently looking at. "Hello, people. Welcome to this new school year. I hope we can enjoy it together again," and blah, blah, blah. He honestly didn't even know what he was talking about. Because come on, that was so boring it even made him more sleepy. Although when he was about to finish, he checked his math teacher's expression and she seemed to be happy. Oh well, at least she was.

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I'll take your love, ☣ I'll take your hate
ｉ'ｌｌ ｔａｋｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｄｅｓｉｒｅ
☢ ☢ ☢ whateveryou'resaying i'll take the world
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ｉ'ｌｌ ｓｅｔ ｉｔ ｏｎ ｆｉｒｅ

He disliked cold weather. Wind blowing right into his eyes, being forced to wear a jacket and being unable to have his window open for more than hour or two. Freezing air wasn't nice as well and he hated when his palms were so cold he could barely move his fingers. Basically, he was a child of summer, really. England never gave him enough sun, but he didn't mind as long as it wasn't cold. Hell, it could even rain, and that was actually pretty normal where he lived but please... not the goddamn cold weather. He despised winter and now as he felt that it's getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed by the whole thing. Soon there would be snow and he'll be stuck in home again because his mother didn't want to let him go out often as it would be too cold. It was enough for her that he refused to wear any kind of winter shoes and stuff like that - come on, they were just ugly. Instead, Albel would wander around in snow in his sneakers. It wasn't really that he wanted to go against his mother or something - although he definitely was a really stubborn kid - winter shoes just sucked, period. But life would be boring without a little bit of a hypocrisy. He refused to wear them but instead, he was forcing his little sister to dress up like an Eskimo during winter because he was worried about her health. She'd always catch all kinds of illnesses easily and catching colds was her favorite thing to do. He'd always get too overprotective when it came to his sister anyway, but it's not that she'd mind. Well, not yet, because when she'll grow up and start meeting with boys, she'll surely want Albel to get off her back. But now she was only 8 and she enjoyed when her brother was paying attention to her, so for now, it could remain like that. They led quite a peaceful life, they never lacked anything, they were a good, complete family and really, Albel thought that no one would be able to take that away from him. Perhaps it was quite a naive belief, yes, but he really wished for that. Too bad his peaceful life changed drastically when he met that guy yesterday. And after that meeting, he knew that nothing would be the same anymore. Not for now, at least.

Yesterday was scary. Even for Albel, who was known to be stupidly confident and brave at times. He was always saying the words that he believed to be right and he'd protect them until the very end. He always accepted any challenges. Losing wasn't an option. He was determined and his eyes were set always only on the victory. Being passionate about things wasn't a crime after all. And yet, yesterday was just too much. He was just wandering around with his two mates, looking for a gift for his little sister as her birthday was coming soon. They had lots of fun - laughing and checking the malls around them like some silly girls. And it seemed to be a completely normal evening - because come on, what could possibly happen? Not that they were really scared about some random criminals. When it came to fighting, Albel had quite an experience - he used to train martial arts and all that jazz. Too bad he didn't learn anything about sending demons back to hell, but we're not really talking about that right now. When that happened, they were on their way back. The malls were either closed or closing at that time of day anyway and it was starting to get really cold outside. Not that it was warm earlier, but nights were like on a desert lately. Albel wasn't sure how much degrees it was, but it surely wasn't much. He remembers that they were talking about their school and math homework when that happened. In one second he was looking at his friends' laughing faces, in another they were laying half-dead on the ground and the killer seemed to have a lot of fun tearing them apart. Calculating the situation fastly, Albel had no chances against the guy in a normal fight, thus he started to talk. He started with a simple "why?" which was a question that bothered humanity since forever and his sister's favorite word. And yet, it was able to turn the killer's attention to him. He saw the killer's eyes and his weird appearance, but he could always be some kind of a cosplayer. Or so Albel thought. He wasn't paying attention to the guy's looks though. He started to question him, commenting on the whole situation and spitting out harsh words that were hitting the killer like Albel would slap him repeatedly. Judging the incident slowly and coldly, Albel, a guy who was always up to challenges, decided to do something desperate - challenge the guy. And his small hope that he would disagree was destroyed when the killer smiled and accepted. "Let's play a game."

A game... this word bothered Albel a lot. How could he just toy with human lives like they would be something worthless? When the guy disappeared, Albel let out a small sigh and then started to tremble out of the overwhelming fear. Why did he even start the conversation? Sure he was desperate to save his friends but the challenge was just plain stupid as he had a killer as an opponent. Now that he thought about it, if not the adrenaline, he wouldn't be able to just stand here and speak with a scolding, emotionless and cold tone. The rush of blood to his head helped him to keep his position and thus, he managed to save lives of his two friends, even though they didn't really look well. He called an ambulance immediately and ran from the crime scene, else he would get suspected or something ridiculous like that. And he had absolutely no intention of going to jail because of some psychopathic freak. He took his time on his way to his house, as he had to calm down before facing his family. If he'd just enter like that, they would surely notice that he's all pale, trembling and his expression is bothered and tired. He sat somewhere in the park nearby and started to inhale the cold air fastly, the nervousness slowly leaving his body. His hands weren't trembling anymore and he didn't feel that uneasy feeling somewhere in his stomach. He was repeating that he shouldn't worry. His friends were safe in the hospital now and he probably just sacrificed his life for them. Wasn't that a good way of dying? Because honestly, the killer who wants to play a "game" with you... It was quite possible that Albel would die at some point. However, he knew that if he'll keep thinking like that, he won't have any chances to win, thus he started to think positively. In a game that two people would play, there had to be a fair chance of winning for both of the sides. 50/50. And Albel would make sure it would be like that - he didn't want to be left with any major disadvantages, even though he had no particular idea what the game would be about. Okay, maybe a slight idea, but nothing else.

When he finally managed to get all of these weird thoughts out of his head, it was time to go back to his house. His mother surely heard about the murders in TV already so he was sure his whole family was worried right now and he didn't really want to make them worry that much. He had to think about some explanation why he's alive though, as ridiculous as it actually sounded. He was with his friends after all, why he was the only one left unharmed? It would be quite suspicious, so he decided he has no another way of doing things except lying. He disliked lying and he disliked liars, however, sometimes lies were necessary. It's not that his family would believe anyway. Distracting the killer with a speech and a challenge proposal was not only weird and unbelievable but also worrying. If his mother would know that he's going to meet up with the criminal who did this sometime, she'd probably lock him up in the basement and never let out of it. Therefore, he had no choice - he had to lie to his family, despite the fact that the idea was really annoying. But at least he'll save his a**. Plus, going to the police station and talking about the whole situation would be annoying as well, and if his parents would know that he saw everything, there's no way they wouldn't send him to the police. It was for people after all and they were quite similar to Albel - they had a strong sense of justice and they always wanted to help. Perhaps they were just naive like that, helping people on every opportunity. Yeah, Albel liked to help, but he wasn't naive. And he didn't want to help this time anyway. Not by going to police, that is. It would end with him going to jail anyway - no one would believe if he'd start to talk about the killer being dressed up like a very realistic demon and tearing the boys apart on his eyes. Plus, the story about the game and so on. It did sound stupid even for Albel and honestly, if someone would say something like that for him, he'd laugh at the person and probably try to convice the guy to go to a rehab or asylum... or something like that. And now, he was the one who needed to go to the asylum. Or so he thought.

Finally reaching his destination, he put the key in the lock and opened the doors slowly. Looking around, he took the key out and stuffed it back into his pocket, closing the doors after him. As soon as he did that, he got jumped on by his little sister who hugged his leg tightly and started to cry all of sudden. Surprised by her reaction, Albel raised his eyebrow and started to pet her slowly, forcing a soft smile. "Hey, what's the matter, Ann?" he asked, trying to pull her away from his leg because she was hugging it so tightly it actually started to hurt. He didn't succeed on that though, and instead, he realized that his mother is standing and staring at him like he would be a ghost. "Oh My God, Albel! I was so worried! And you forgot to take your cellphone with yourself!" she ran up to him and hugged him as well, and honestly, he started to feel like he would be in a show called irl teletubbies. Even though his mother didn't ask about anything, as it would be rude to ask something like "why are you still alive?", he knew that she's waiting for any explanation so as soon as his father joined them and they all let him go, they went to the salon and sat down. Ann hugged his arm tightly, and he just sighed and looked at his parents. "I got split with them two streets earlier because I spotted something interesting in the mall that was located there and they were hurrying back home. And that's basically why I'm still healthy and unharmed. Guess I was just lucky," he smiled and looked at his parents relieved faces. They didn't really bother him anymore and they just said it was better to go to sleep and not worry too much. Although on the news, Albel heard that there were in fact 7 people killed like that today and that made him truly furious. He had no idea that the killer succeed to kill that many people so holding all of his emotions inside, he got up and went up the stairs, entering the room and sitting on his bed, starting to think about any plan. Today was Friday so technically he'll be free to think about everything the whole weekend, but he doubted that he'll be able to sleep without analyzing the situation again.

And that's basically how he spent that night. Thinking. And even though Albel preferred to act than think, before he'd act he had to calculate everything all over again because of the new information. Seven people got killed. Ten had to be killed. Why ten? Was there a reason why they got killed, or the killer was doing it just for shits and giggles? Psychopaths were known to kill just for their own, sick pleasure after all. There were so many questions and no information at all, thus Albel had a hard time figuring anything out. He was sure that the guy will make his move soon though and he had to be at least slightly prepared for anything that the killer could throw at him, it didn't really matter what is was. Albel didn't want to die just yet, though. He had to stop this freak before dying, so that his death won't be worthless and in the end he won't be able to save anyone, despite having such ambitions. And perhaps it was a bit too much for his relatively young, because 17 year old self, but he honestly couldn't care less right now. Young or old, it didn't really matter. All he had to do is play some kind of a sick game and through that save innocent human beings. Maybe he was acting a bit too much like a knight right now but who else could do that if not him? He was sure there weren't many humans that'd do something as reckless as he did today. Try to talk and throw cold comments at the guy who's tearing your friends apart. From the different point of view, it must have made Albel look quite heartless and now he felt that he's quite disgusted by his own actions, but he just blamed adrenaline... again. Sure it was easy to do that, but humans tended to blame everything around for their actions anyway. Except themselves, obviously.

He woke up pretty late, because when someone started to knock to his room it was already 1 PM. Well, he managed to fall asleep around 5 AM so it was quite understandable. "Brother, there's a weird envelope and I don't know what to do with it..." he heard Ann's voice and got up lazily. Yeah, his parents went to work and they were home alone. Ann wasn't permitted to open any letters that were addressed to Albel or their parents though. He opened the door and let her in, not even paying attention to the fact that he's only in boxers. Not that he was shy of his own, little sister anyway. She handed him the letter and he sat down, starting to look at the weird envelope. Oh well, opening it won't hurt... probably. He ripped the corner and soon the letter was out in his hands. Ann sat next to him, probably curious what's inside, and Albel started to read. "Good afternoon !! We met last night, did we not? Shall we continue this little sharade?" Albel gasped and looked at Ann who was probably still reading the 'good afternoon' part. "Ann, brother is really sorry, but it's a private letter," he smiled as she made a sad face and hugged his arm tightly. Really, kids... "Fine, stay. But no peeking, got it?" she nodded immediately and Albel continued. With every word written in the letter, his expression was getting more and more angry, confused and irritated. The guy was clearly mocking and toying with him, which only made Albel more annoyed than he was already. "Please don't show up late and bore me already, or I may have to find alternate ways of entertaining myself, yes? Signed with love & sealed with a kiss, . . ." Albel let out a quiet growl, and Ann looked up at him all confused. "b*****d..." he mumbled to himself and sighed. "What happened, brother?" Ann tilted her head but Albel just shrugged and smiled again, patting her softly. "Nothing, don't worry about it. Let's go make a lunch, shall we? Just let me get dressed," he stood up and she went out of the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts again. That was so confusing and irritating at once, and yet he felt this strange excitement somewhere inside. Which wasn't a good sign.

The day passed rather quickly, although with every hour he was getting more and more nervous. Meeting with a killer who was so... sadistic wouldn't make anyone feel good after all. He avoided talking to his sister because he was simply worried about her. What if she'd realize that he's all nervous? Plus, she was just a kid after all. Not that she'd understand his current situation anyway. Besides, he wouldn't share any information with her either way. It was unnecessary to make anyone else bear it together with Albel. He felt like he's going to do just fine alone anyway - he had to. He didn't really want to make police take a part in the whole thing as well as long as he's the one "playing" with the killer. If he'll fail, he'll make sure to let police know who's doing that before he'd get killed or something among these lines. It could be anything - information left for his parents or sister or even a random person - just to make them pass it to the police. As long as it'd happen, he'd feel that his work wasn't wasted after all, although somehow Albel highly doubted that police would succeed at catching the killer and closing him in the prison immediately. But that was just him. When he realized it's 7 PM already, he sighed and stood up, getting changed and sighing deeply. The guy wanted to meet in public though and he probably wouldn't try anything stupid on the eyes of people around. That managed to make Albel feel less nervous about the whole situation. Possibility of death just got smaller after all.

He said bye to his sister and went out of the house, locking it carefully and shoving the key into his pocket. His parents were coming back soon anyway so he wasn't really worried about Ann. He made sure he has his cellphone, wallet and such and then started to walk down the street lazily, not really rushing himself. He probably wouldn't be late anyway and he wasn't very enthusiastic about the meeting. This guy was a murderer after all, there was nothing good or fun in meeting one. But he knew he had to do it. He had to save all these innocent humans after all - and again, the hero complex. When he realized he has only 10 minutes more he started to walk faster, reaching the destination two minutes before the time. Sighing softly, he entered the bakery and looked around, staring at the woman behind the counter for a while. "I'm sorry, I have someone waiting for me and--" he started and the woman just smiled at him and pointed at the corner of the room. He nodded and started to walk towards the boy sitting over there. He looked so young, just like Albel, although they were definitely different. Maybe their heights were almost the same, as Albel was 5'6'', however, their faces were completely opposite. While he realized that the boy has rather sharp facial features, Albel's were more... petite? Bigger eyes, small nose and thin lips, completed by quite short, black hair. And even though to some people Albel could look delicate, a stubborn look in his eyes was informing them that his looks had nothing to do with his personality. Taking a seat in front of the guy, he didn't say anything for few seconds, taking few deep breaths before he actually opened his mouth. "So, what do you want from me? What's up with this game? What are you planning? Explain," the last word was said in coldest tone that Albel could bring himself to right now. He didn't want to play any cat and mouse games with the boy right now, although Lukias certainly seemed to be the type of person who liked to do such things. If he agreed to play that so-called game, he preferred to know everything before they will officially start. Rules, advantages, disadvantages and finally... rewards.

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i tried to leave it ☣ all behind me
ｉ ｄｒｏｖｅ ａｌｌ ｎｉｇｈｔ ｊｕｓｔ ｔｏ ｄｒｉｖｅ ａｌｌ ｄａｙ
☠ ☠ ☠ whateveryou'resaying but the walls of this prison
STILLSURROUNDME
ａｎｄ ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｂｒｅａｋ ａｗａｙ

Someone once said that life was unfair, and Heine had to agree with that person in 100%. But actually, the more he thought about it, the more it annoyed him, so he stopped long time ago. Why blame life, why blame God? He couldn't blame himself either, though. Who was to blame, then? Who's fault was that he was born like that? If no one's, what should he have faith in? He never could answer these questions, and he gave up on it since he was a teen. He just decided to live - that was all he wanted. To lead a normal life instead of one where he had to hide from the police all the time. Yeah, they were after him and they wanted to close him in prison. Why? No, he didn't stab his grandma to death with a fork. Honestly, he never committed any crime in his life, not counting fruit stealing when he was little. He gave everything back, though. So for what reason should he go to prison? Oh, simply because he was kind of... different. Yeah, police apparently found out about his sexuality and they didn't seem to like such people much. But was that really a good reason to put him in prison? For them, it was. For him, it wasn't. Whose word meant more to everyone? The answer should be pretty much clear. Eventually, Heine started to become indifferent about his homosexuality. If not this one friend from his past, maybe it would never wake up in him? Yeah, there was a guy that he liked when they were small. By the time he realized that the like is actually some kind of weird attraction, the guy left him to join the military force and in the end, Heine was alone again. He would never tell him anyway - his friend always showed a weird hate towards homosexuals and he wasn't afraid to speak about it. Now Heine forgot about him almost completely though. He barely even remembered his name. No... he erased it from his mind, that's all.

And thus, he felt really bad about living with his sister. No, not that she bothered him. He loved her like no one else and she was his closest person, but... he didn't want to put her in danger. If they'd ever find him here, she'd surely be dragged as well and that was something Heine couldn't possibly allow. She was innocent and except letting him live under her roof, she did nothing wrong. Not that he was an official prisoner or criminal right now anyway - they weren't looking for him all the time, but they were waiting for the occasion to catch him. And as long as no one would tell them where he actually was, there would be no problems. He didn't go out of the house anyway, which was kind of boring, but who cares? It was still better than being in prison. The sole thought about prison scared the s**t out of him, honestly. It just wasn't a place suited for him. He had ambitions, he wanted to finish school, he strove for the best and yet, he lived like a mouse, hiding in her little hole. He was planning that after finishing his school he'd leave this country for good because he clearly wasn't welcomed here but... he didn't manage to finish it. And he couldn't afford anything like home schooling either. The chances that the teacher would actually tell anyone about his location were too big. He knew that his life is one hell of a pathetic one and the fact that he couldn't change it just made it way worse for Heine himself. But thanks to his sister, he didn't give up yet. She was constantly repeating that everything will be alright and eventually her positiveness started to affect him as well. But honestly, it was enough for him that she was looking at him like at every another human and that she let him live under her roof. There was really no need to take care of him like he'd be a kid, but guess every older sister tends to act like a mother towards her younger brother. Especially when their mother isn't around. And honestly, Heine didn't care anymore. It was always good to have someone who showed any feelings towards you around, though. And that's why he had to move out - he didn't want her to have problems with police and he knew that eventually they'll find him here. People couldn't keep their mouths shut for long time and even though they were careful with who knew and who didn't, for Heine, no one should know. Except him and his sister, obviously.

Rubbing his eyes lazily, he opened them slowly just to see the good old ceiling of his sister's guest room. Every morning when he saw it, he was secretly thanking God that he's still safe, although God probably hated him anyway. His sexuality was, technically, a sin after all. Standing up slowly, he brushed his hair with his fingers. Yesterday his sister cut them and in the end they were almost short, except few longer streaks. He didn't really understand why the hell did she left these, but she was saying that it apparently looks good so... Honestly, Heine stopped caring about his looks long time ago. Not that he had time for it anyway, and not that anyone would see him. What, was he supposed to try to look pretty for his sister? And what was the point of doing that? She was repeating that he looks good anyway, even though he knew that she's just trying to make him feel better about himself. And even though it wasn't really helping, he was acting like everything was fine just to calm her down. And even though she was the last person he'd want to worry, she was repeating that she'd be way more worried if he'd leave her and try to hide somewhere by himself. And that was probably the thing that would keep him by her side all the time. He just honestly didn't want to cause her more problems. But on a sister with mother syndrome, nothing was working. And especially not 'I'm adult already, I can handle it by myself' excuse. Every time he tried to use it, she laughed at him and in the end, she didn't let him leave anyway.

He finally managed to wake up completely, so he went to bathroom and took a short bath. After that, he got changed and went down the stairs, staring at his sister who was sitting in the salon, eating breakfast. When he realized that she prepared one for him as well she sighed and jumped off the three stairs. "I told you I'll make a breakfast today," he mumbled, sitting by the table and she looked up at him, raising her eyebrow. "If I'd wait for you I'd die from hunger, you sleepy-head," she laughed and he sighed, looking at the clock. 9 AM... pretty early. He liked to sleep more, unfortunately, lately his insomnia was coming back to him more often. Perhaps he was paranoid, but summer was starting and it was the worst season simply because more patrols would be out on streets because of the good weather. When winter was the most calm season, summer was a true horror at times. His sister knew it as well, but she tried to look relaxed so he thought he'll try to act like that as well. He was good at acting already, guess it was just a matter of time. They ate in silence, but when he heard a characteristic sound of a military jeep, he got up and started to run towards the stairs. "Come on, Elise, you have to hide as well," he hissed at her, but she didn't even move. "It's alright, you go hide. I'll stay here, I doubt they're going to bother us anyway," she smiled at him and he sighed deeply. If something would happen to her because of him, he wouldn't forgive himself. But he knew that he couldn't waste more time so he quickly climbed up the stairs, entering the first room to hear what's happening. When he heard knocking he let out a quiet 'tch' and wished that his sister would listen to him once in a while. Sure she thought she was smarter but... what she was doing sometimes was just too risky.

Their conversation at first was too quiet for him to hear, but after a loud crash he understood that the situation is not good. "Run, Heine!" was the last thing he heard from his sister before they probably shut her mouth. The problem was he had nowhere to run anymore. It was too risky to jump out of the window now and he could already hear footsteps on the stairs. Plus, he had to make sure that she's safe and fine. And honestly... he kind of panicked. But who wouldn't? The thought that they would take you to prison anytime soon wasn't very nice after all. When some guy opened the doors, Heine dashed out of the room slipping under his arm and ran down the stairs. "Catch him!" he heard the policeman screaming to the second one who was standing and blocking Elise's moves. Looking at how Heine is trying to escape he let her go, though. "What are you waiting for, Elise?! Run away, now!" he screamed looking at how confused she was. Elise certainly looked like she had something more to say, but in the end, with tears in her eyes, she ran out of the house and Heine got captured. But the only thing he was thinking about right now was his sister, so he didn't really pay attention to the fact that police is pushing him out of her house and on the backseat of their car. He didn't see her anywhere around so he guessed that she managed to run away. "What are we going to do with the girl?" Heine looked at one of the men who were driving the car. The question was clearly about his sister and that's why he suddenly started to listen what they were saying. "Don't worry about her for now, she wasn't the one we had to catch. She'll eventually crawl out on the streets herself," the second one answered and both smiled slyly at each other, not even paying attention to Heine. Not that he wanted their attention anyway. When they changed their subject, he lowered his head again, feeling the cold handcuffs on his skin. This position was really uncomfortable, but no one cared about it anyway. Sure, he'd gladly change position, but he was unable to. He'd gladly hit the police as well, but he was separated from them with a thin wall that had only a few holes in it so they could hear each other. And lastly, he'd gladly escape and find his sister but unfortunately, at the moment that was impossible.

When the car stopped he raised his head again, noticing that the doors were opening. Great. They dragged him out of the car and grabbed his handcuffed hands, pushing Heine to walk towards the big, scary-looking building. He quickly realized that it's prison and probably the place that he's going to spend some time in. He had no idea how much time will he have to spend in the prison but he really hoped that he'll be able to get out sometime soon. He didn't kill anyone after all. He didn't bother anyone either. Honestly, he was always leading a quiet and peaceful life, so why they had to go after him? When he turned his head around he realized that one of the men that were pushing him is staring at his hairstyle with a weird frown. Oh yeah... it did look weird for people around. But right now, he could care less about that stuff. When he entered the building, it really didn't look good. Well, not that he expected luxury in prison. When they reached the office, his handcuffs were taken off and he was forced to change into some weird, prison clothes. He also received a chain binding his legs around anklets so he wouldn't be able to run. He could walk as it was long enough, however, it was also very heavy so even walking was a pain in the a**. "Okay, send him to the main hall and get him to line up with another newcomers. We'll send someone there soon," he heard a calm voice and soon after that he got forced to go into the 'main hall' where a lot of other boys were standing in the line, waiting for the guard. Wonderful. He quickly wandered off somewhere on the beginning of the line as his sister told him once that the guard usually pays more attention to people in the middle than to people located somewhere on the sides. He wasn't sure if it was true, but it wouldn't hurt to try anyway. Standing here, he felt really weird, though. None of these men standing next to him looked very nice and that just made him let out a loud sigh. Tough luck.


xxxxxxi know before you try to run
実行する前にしようとすると私は知っている

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyou have to learn to crawl
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxクロールすることを学ぶ必要があります

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❛ ⊰ My l a s t chance at l i f e was s p e n t
trying to burn the world alone I guess.
IT'SWAYEASIERNOWWHEN
ａｌｌ ｔｈｅｓｅ ｐｅｏｐｌｅ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｋｉｌｌ ｍｅ.

Whatever happened in this place during the winter war, Terasu didn't give a slightest s**t about it. For him it was maybe even better if more shinigami would die; less pain in the a**. Yes, they did give up on the chase long time ago but still, if he'd get spotted somewhere, they'd be on his tail yet again. And in all honesty, he had a lot of sins to make up for. The sole deserting was a thing that shinigami would get killed for; not to mention that he killed off more than half of his own division to accomplish that. Sure he wouldn't normally bother - but they were in his way, and if he wouldn't, he'd be dead by now. It was kill or get killed, nothing more, nothing less. He remembered everything clearly though. All that blood around, and the gross scent. Killing the guards, then some division members, then his own fukutaichou, then some members again... Third seat, fourth seat, fifth seat. The screams and yelling, pleading him to stop, crying and trying to catch the running guy. And laugh of his zanpakutou, which could as well be his own laughter.

Their voice, their looks, their clothes, their souls... They were perfectly the same. When Terasu was looking at his zanpakutou's spirit, it was like he'd look in the mirror. His zanpakutou was his twin soul, and no one except Terasu and Karasu knew why it was like that. When people asked, he was giving them a lame speech about how the zanpakutou is born from one's soul and he couldn't think of anything more perfect than himself. The funniest part about it was that people actually believed in his every word, looking at his deceiving smile. The truth was, the twins were way more deadly and sinister than it showed.

He was a son of 9th division's Captain, a person who was both feared and loved. His father was powerful and respected, and thus when he got into shinigami academy everyone was expecting him to be as good as his dad. And he was trying his best to match his father, because that was what people wanted from him. Even though his father would always say that he's free to do anything he wants and even if he isn't as strong everything will be fine, he wasn't fine with it. If he'd fail to meet people's expectations, he'd be laughed at and he wouldn't be able to keep the good name of his family, and thus, under a constant pressure, he was training and learning all the time, doing his best in every subject possible. Of course time spent on all that did result in Terasu's grades being good and soon after that he graduated, joining his father's division. And that was where the problems started to get even more troublesome. The fact was, he did join the 9th division because of his father. It wasn't really that he didn't have to pass any exams or anything though, but people never learned to listen to him. He didn't like the division. He didn't like anyone, in fact. He was bitter to his teammates, to people he was doing missions with, hell, even to his father. But it was to show that he didn't get in because of connections.

It wasn't enough, though. The next plan he could think of was getting a higher seat to show people that he wasn't useless. Training constantly, he reached shi-kai soon after graduating, first time looking at his zanpakutou in the weird world his own soul created. His zanpakutou was standing in front of him, smiling viciously at the power-hungry youth. And the thing this youth saw was his own face with this sinister look on it. It did really trigger something inside of Terasu. "My name is Karasu. Let me accompany you, brother," that was the first time his zanpakutou called out to him and called him 'brother'. All that time, Karasu resembled him someone else than him, though. It was like a hole in his memory, though. He couldn't think of a matching person no matter how hard did he actually try. Just like someone would erase that part of his memories. It was painful, but Terasu decided to hide his zanpakutou's spirit form in a secret. It didn't last long before his dad managed to get it out from the teen, though, and to be honest, his face was showing that something was wrong. He wouldn't say a thing, though, so Terasu just ignored it. Besides, he was getting along with his zanpakutou, so could anything be wrong?

Maybe only all these rumors going around. When he managed to master his shi-kai form, he gained the third seat position, finally managing to get some respect. But it was still said that he got the seat because of his father leading the division. And yet another of his plans failed miserably. Looking for someone who could comfort the depressed teen, he was talking with his zanpakutou, who suggested killing his father once. Of course Terasu didn't agree to do that; wouldn't it be cruel? Wasn't he going to be despised after it? And besides, his father was strong - could he really do that? But Karasu seemed to be like an encyclopedia - he was coming up with new methods to gain more power on a daily basis. And he seemed to have a lot of influence when it came to changing Terasu's mind - he managed to convice the teen to try and kill his father. And then gain captain status. The problem was - Terasu wasn't even half as strong as his father yet, so he had to do it while his father was sleeping. Then again, that wouldn't be considered a fair fight but a murder, and thus he wouldn't get anything from what he wanted - respect nor the status. They had to act like it was a fair fight though, so collecting his buddies from academy who joined 9th division he forced them to act as witnesses of that 'fair battle' that was taking place somewhere at the outskirts of Seireitei.

The truth was, Terasu stabbed his father while the other was sleeping and dragged him all the way onto the place, hurting himself and his father's dead body and using the other three shinigami's help to destroy the territory. He had to say it was pretty much believable, but they had to call other captains before his father's body would turn into spiritual particles which would float all around seireitei. They had a hard time believing it - but he had his three 'witnesses' and they couldn't refuse, as the rules would clearly say that when a captain is defeated in a fair battle, the guy who managed to take the captain down would take his seat.

That one first year when he was a captain was pretty pitiful, though. Not only his strength couldn't match the other captains, but people would also be more afraid of him as he was known as the guy who killed his own father. But he couldn't do much - he was just training, refusing every time when other captain asked him to train together. He didn't want anyone to see that he was weak compared to other captains after all - it would make his secret fall apart and he'd get killed. But Terasu worked too hard for everything he managed to get, and as he didn't want the three shinigami to spill the beans he sent them on a suicide mission to take care of hollows they clearly couldn't take care of. And so, he was the only one bearing the secret. He and his 'brother', who was the true person behind all these things. After all, it was all Karasu's idea.

Terasu wasn't a captain for long, though. The pressure that everyone would give him was too big. He was a captain with a strength of fukutaichou, which would obviously result in something bad and embarrassing. And so, Karasu decided that it was time to run away from Soul Society, since Terasu couldn't remain there any longer. Despite his zanpakutou's unbelievable bloodthirst, he planned to escape silently. As he was a captain, he was allowed to go to the real world without letting the guard know about his reasons. But that plan failed as well, like every other plan that Terasu thought of. In the end, during his night escape, almost whole 9th division tried to stop him from reaching the gate, and so did guards. What could he do? He killed them. Barely, but he did manage to after all. Without bankai, tired, injured and exhausted he went into the real world, to start anew.

- * -

Sitting on one of the higher buildings rooftop, he was looking at the nostalgic houses and that weird, cheerful atmosphere that would always surround this city. Karakura was the first city he would escape to, and in all honesty, his favorite one. He heard of the winter war, of course, but he didn't really care - even if Aizen would win, he was on a different continent at that time and it wouldn't affect him at all. Sighing quietly, he felt someone's hands on his shoulders. Turning his head slowly, he saw... himself, smiling so cheerfully it almost creeped him out. "What?" "Nothing at all. Just wondering what you're thinking about. You were so concentrated it was hard to get into your head you know," "I'm... wondering about mother. And where the hell did that stupid child went," his zanpakutou frowned at the word 'mother', but he didn't say a word. As for the child, Karasu probably had no idea about it as well. The 'child' was named Hazumi and she was kind of Terasu's journey companion. In fact, she wasn't anyone special, just a 16 year old with high spiritual power and ability to sense and mask reiatsu. She could also somewhat heal. She was pretty useful though. He met her when he was in Karakura and she'd stick to him until now. When he first met her, she was just a child though. Abadoned one, even.

Karasu sat next to Terasu, yawning and stretching lazily. "There are a lot of hollows in this city lately. Won't you do anything about it?" "Nope. Why should I bother?" he looked at his twin, raising one eyebrow. His zanpakutou just shrugged though, turning his head away. Yeah, there were a lot of hollows lately. But he didn't really care, as long as they weren't pestering him for too much. Or disturbing his sleep. As for the place to sleep, well, he was on good terms with other vizards - he didn't even know why. Terasu was older than them though, and they were barely aware of what he did back in Soul Society. Holding some kind of a grudge against shinigami as well, they didn't even care.

After 15 minutes of brainless staring at the park nearby, they heard a loud sound, which was definitely a hollow's scream. None of them moved though, turning their heads that way just to see a giant figure wandering in completely different direction. Wondering for a little while, he stood up and frowned. "What? You said you won't do anything about these," Karasu looked up at him, tilting his head slightly. Why did that guy materialize so much in this world, Terasu would never know. Then again, he was doing that ever since Terasu reached his ban-kai and the ability to do that. "He might be after Hazumi," he explained shortly, almost ready to jump down the building. "Stuuupid ~ I'm here ~" a thin, young girl smiled at him from another side of the rooftop. Sighing in relief, he scratched his head. "Where have you been? I told you not to leave my side when we aren't sure about our status yet, didn't I?" "I went for a walk ~" she explained and grinned, looking at the hollow.

"But you know ~ There's this shinigami girl fighting him. I think she'll die if no one will help her," she pointed at the outskirts of Karakura. It wasn't really that Terasu was so terrible at sensing reiatsu, it was just that Hazumi had a special ability which allowed her to sense way better than he did, even if someone was hiding it or was very far away. Her healing wasn't that bad either - but it only did good for lesser injuries. One of the abilities she didn't yet manage to master was hiding their reiatsu completely, although even now she was doing pretty good and so no one could sense them and send Soul Society after Terasu. He heard about a human girl which could reverse time and space living around here, though. Then again, Hacchi could do that as well. "Hey! Don't ignore me ~!" she huffed, waking Terasu up as he clearly spaced out, thinking about some stupid stuff. "So what? She can die all she wants, not that I care or something."

After a short while of silence, while all three of them were looking at each other weirdly, Karasu was the first one to let out any sound. And it was a deep sigh, the one that would mean they're going to be ordered around by the zanpakutou soon. "I think we should go and check it. I mean, I know it won't make up for your sins but you know, saving a shinigami could do you good..." "Let's start from the fact that this whole thing was planned out by you, therefore it's all your fault. And it's not like saving one shinigami will make everything better. I killed almost whole division you know," Terasu shrugged. He already knew he's going to take a look at the stuff happening over there though, because otherwise Karasu wouldn't let him live for another five years. "Fine. She could also be sent by Soul Society to find you, though. You know they get their info quickly," Hazumi nodded when Karasu spoke. "No way. I mean, we're here for... a week... already... s**t?" now that he thought about it, it was pretty much possible.

"Okay, let's go and check it out," both of them smiled like children as Hazumi climbed onto Terasu's back. Not that he was really enthusiastic about giving this little pest a piggyback ride, but she was slower than he was, and thus she'd make the whole 'journey' longer. It was certainly too bad he couldn't use sonido while he didn't have his mask on, then again, it was better not to use it at all. Wouldn't the fact that he was a vizard only enrage Soul Society more? No one knew about this, except him, Karasu, other vizards living here and Hazumi. Even though she had no idea how and when did it happen. Neither did he. It was pretty much a blast, and it happened when he met a strange man with unusual level of reiatsu who offered him to give the guy a lot of power for free. In fact, he was probably only a testing subject.

But right now, it didn't really matter. Sure the first few weeks were terrible, but after making his hollow obey him, it was pretty much easy. And now, they were running towards the outskirts where the hollow was located. Just to see. Not to save anyone. Or so he thought. In the other hand, he had no reason to help a shinigami. But even despite that, they managed to catch up quickly and hide somewhere, making sure Hazumi is masking his and hers reiatsu. Climbing up one of the trees, he sat on the high branch to look at everything from above. The hollow appeared to be quite strong - not strong enough to kill him, but this shinigami girl didn't look like someone very experienced with such creatures. Then again, she could be just one of the lowest seats, patrolling the Karakura. From what he could see, a different shinigami was doing this all the time though. So... who was she?

In the other hand, it was better for him if she was weak. If her mission was killing him, they had to be kidding. If she just had to find him - well, it was still pretty stupid. But even so, as long as her mission was actually about him it was certainly better to let that girl just drop dead. For now, it could be a good show though, and so holding Hazumi tightly so that she wouldn't fall down he and Karasu were observing the fight, his zanpakutou clearly losing interest in it pretty quickly. Actually, the only person that seemed to be actually quite interested in what was happening was Hazumi. He yawned and kept watching though - it's not like he had anything better to do at the moment.

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is there anything ➸ you want

ANYTHINGxxxx ATxxxx ALLxxxx?

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ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｇｕａｒｄｉａｎ ａｎｇｅｌ ！

Ichigo just shrugged, not really caring. Sure his face was pitiful. Smiling in such a situation was a clear admit of defeat - a natural form of defense that most of people used to recompensate their loss to themselves. Because, honestly, kneeling before your opponent and being unable to move... what was there to smile about? Ichigo guessed that nothing, but apparently his counterpart found it unbelievably funny. Sure he wouldn't be able to understand this guy as much as he wanted to, but some of the Hollow's reactions were just... weird. Not understandable, at least. Sighing quietly, he took one step back and stared at the demon for a little more time. What was he supposed to do with him? He couldn't leave him here. He couldn't also let some random people kill him. Where could he close the guy for the time being? He couldn't possibly let the Hollow go either, unless he wanted to die, that is. And for now, he didn't. Well, there was a chance that the Hollow wouldn't want to kill him... but Ichigo knew that whatever it would be, it wouldn't be nice. And that's why he had to seal the Hollow somewhere for the time being, until they would find a good solution for this situation.

The first people he thought of, were, naturally, Vizards. These guys knew a lot about hollows and he knew that he's going to have to visit Shinji sooner or later. There was this guy specialized in kidou as well, but... they weren't his storage after all and he knew that they weren't helping him because they simply wanted to. Or were they? The second thought was Urahara and that was probably his only hope right now. He couldn't ask Soul Society to help him after all - they'd kill the Hollow in the blink of an eye and that wasn't what Ichigo wanted. Actually, the opposite. If he protected this guy back then, he'd protect him again, even though the Hollow would probably never do that for him. Or at least not from his own, free will. Every time he helped Ichigo, he had one basic intention for doing so - he wanted to take control over the body, however, Ichigo never let him to do that. Sure there were times when the end was pretty close, but he'd always somehow manage to seal the Hollow's power back where it belonged and take the control over his body back.

With the creature's next words, Ichigo grinned and shrugged again. "You might not be weak, but you are bound," he repeated in a different order, clearly letting the demon know that he can't do anything, no matter if he's weak or not. Besides, the bakudou was kind of tricky - the more you struggled, the more it would tighten, and in the end, it'd finally break your spine. Ichigo had no intention of talking about that, though, as the Hollow would probably realize it soon anyway. Besides, he wasn't planning to keep him bound forever, indeed. He'd rather find another cage for this guy. Something as safe, but... well, bigger? Wait, did he just care about making the guy's position more comfortable? Really, get your mind together, Ichigo. But still, these chains weren't the safest thing they could do. There had to be a place to close this guy in, not just some ropes, chains or something among these lines. Urahara's underground training place was good enough, he guessed.

Feeling how the white zanpakutou was consuming his reiatsu and converting it to his own energy, Ichigo looked at it for a second before turning his head away. He didn't really care about the second blade - actually, he'd rather destroy it. He had no intention to use the white Zangetsu, as his own, original one, was good enough for him. Using both of these blades at once could be really deadly, yes, but that wasn't the thing that Ichigo was aiming for. He didn't want to bring death. He wanted to protect - and for that, his original Zangetsu was more than enough. It never failed him before after all, and Ichigo really didn't think that it could fail him anytime soon. As long as he was getting stronger, Zangetsu would get stronger together with him. And unfortunately, the creature inside of him was growing stronger with him as well. Now, however, they were separated, which meant that the bond they shared was broke and none of them would share their power anymore. Unless Ichigo would enslave the Hollow again. Or the Hollow would enslave Ichigo. That was the battle he knew he can't avoid, but losing wasn't an option. Or was it? Well, even if he'd lose, he'd surely find a way to break free. Sooner or later. King couldn't just fall off his throne that easily, right?

Listening to the beast's words, he sighed and frowned slightly. So the guy wasn't willing to just give him answers and be done with everything? Why did that creature had to be so stubborn and make everything complicated? Really, all Ichigo asked for was peace. And now, if he'd just let the Hollow go, he'd be either killed or tormented. And if he wouldn't, which he was going to do, he had to think of a solution for this situation and in the end, he'd eventually have to face the Hollow yet again. Or maybe they could skip this part somehow? Well, Ichigo didn't think so. "It might not return, but you can always catch it," he replied and looked down at the creature with a slight smirk on his face, before yawning and realizing how tired he was. Oh, he'd give someone tons of gold for a good sleep right now. But no - of course not. This monster had to ruin everything... as always. Ichigo scratched his head and stretched, ignoring the monster for the time being.

The creature's next words made him frown again, but well, just a little bit before he shrugged and smirked again. "If I'd be made from everything that's bad and sucks in a certain person, I wouldn't be so proud about it," he replied and turned around for a while, looking away. He had to somehow... move the Hollow from this place. To Urahara, obviously. They couldn't sit here together for eternity after all, especially that Ichigo had no idea how long the chains will withstand the Hollow's might and what to do if the Hollow will break free. Fight, probably, but would he be able to keep up? If he'd get defeated, it wouldn't be good. Not only for him, but also for others. He wasn't that useless after all - and he was sure that Urahara wouldn't like it. Well, probably. Turning to the creature again, he scratched his cheek and wondered for a while, before a weird idea came to his mind, together with a big, Cheshire grin.

He walked behind the Hollow, looking at his back for a little while before closing the distance and putting his hands on the Hollow's body. After a second of mental preparation, he lifted the guy up and held him up princess-style, trying to get adjusted to the sudden heavy thing in his hands. "Here goes," he mumbled to himself, gasping loudly. "Man, am I really that fat?" he asked himself and ignoring the creature's possible struggles he started to jump on the roofs, heading towards the Urahara's shop. Sure he was a bit more slow, but well, it's not like he never carried anyone before. He did carry Rukia one time on his back, but Rukia's weight was really low compared to his own. Or well, he'd rather thing that it was Hollow's weight, not his own. No matter how long he wanted to lie to himself, the Hollow was his copy after all, and the possibility that their mass was the same was more than average.

Taking the right route, he jumped on another roof, running on it before jumping again. Looking down at the guy for a while, he wondered. Didn't he mention something about telling Ichigo his name, or more like about Ichigo never asking about it? Well, wasn't it a good occasion to try and get to know what the Hollow made up for himself? It could be funny after all. "Hey, during that battle with Byakuya," he started, jumping again and holding onto the guy a bit tighter as he could feel the Hollow's body slipping out of his hands for a short while. "Didn't you mention that you didn't have a name? So, did you made something up? Mind telling me?" he smiled ignorantly, realizing that they're pretty close already. He'd rather wait for the answer first, though. Which obviously didn't mean that he stopped running.


xxxxxxso don't fight your feelings, don't stop your feet
ので、あなたの足を停止しないと、自分の気持ちの戦いはありません

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxit's still too early to be defeated ！
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxANDxxxxxxxSMILExxxxxxxWITHxxxxxxxTHESExxxxxxxTEETH
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand tear ☣ you apart

will you survive
UNTILTHERE'SNOTHINGLEFT?

❛xxPEOPLExxARExxFULLxxOFxxCONTRADICTIONS.xxTHEY'RExxLONELY,xxANDxxTHENxxTHEY'RExxNOT.xxTHEY'RExxMISSED,xxANDxxTHENxxTHEY'RExxNOT.xx❜

In moments like these, insomnia started to evolve into a whole new word with a whole new meaning. Despite playing this boring game of tetris for tenth time already, he was still perfectly awake and aware of the things happening around. Footsteps of people on the corridor, their quiet conversations, some kid crying and his mother trying to comfort him. Everything. Every move the person in another room made, every new star appearing on the night sky. His senses were sharp as those of animal who got put in danger; the problem was, he didn't feel unsafe at all. But well, who could know how far will these idiots take it? Would they pay him a visit in the hospital? He squeezed his phone helplessly, his knuckles getting white from the sudden pressure. No. They weren't here. He'd hear them. Their hearts beating wildly from excitement. Their shoes making a lot of noise, scared nurses, crying kids. They weren't here. He was safe. But the feeling didn't disappear. It wouldn't just fade away simply because he thought that he's safe. It was pretty much an attack already.

Panic? Fear? He didn't really know what was this - it would sometimes come to him, make him fall into the complete despair. Medications. He needed his medications. Or drugs. Or anything that would calm him down. Anything... With his hand shaking terribly, he put the cellphone on his bedside table and fell back, laying down and taking a few deep breaths. He didn't have anything by his side. Everything was in... car. Yes. He had some freaking stuff in car. He'd always keep these in it, in case he'd get something like that in the middle of driving or being out. But they wouldn't let him leave. And his car was far away. Oh right, he could call someone who was under him. Someone who he could trust and someone who wouldn't profit from killing him. Right now almost everyone would, but he guessed one of people who were always by his side could be good enough. Only one of them had spare keys for his cars though, so grabbing the phone yet again, he started to search for the right number quickly. Looking at how it would dial immediately, he let out a soft sigh of relief and raised his hand with phone up, pressing it against his hear to the point where it'd hurt.

He had to wait for few seconds before the other guy picked up, but when he did, Lyr gasped in surprise. Okay, he was too sensitive right now. "Huh? Hello?" the voice seemed to be quite unsure, but he probably saw who's calling. "Lucas? I got a problem, you see..." "Lyr! Are you okay, man? I heard what happened..." "I'm cool, but I need all meds and drugs from my car which is away from the hospital. You know where it happened, right? It's standing in front of that place. Mind bringing me it?" Lyr knew very well that it was damn late and Lucas had every right to refuse, but right now it was his only hope. "Uh... Fine, I'll be there soon," and he hung up. Lyr inhaled and exhaled the air deeply, feeling a deep relief. Yeah, he'd get his drugs and everything would be fine. Now he just needed to rest and focus on something else than killing and that wound of his, which would, by the way, hurt so much that it was almost impossible to just ignore it. In the other hand, his mouth felt so dry he was in desperate need of water. Looking around, he was searching for something that he could call the nurse with.

And while doing so, he really felt awful. Like a guy who couldn't just stand up and get the water himself. But he really didn't want to move now - he just found a position in which his leg would hurt less. So instead of moving, he pressed the button located above his bed and waited for a nurse to come. God, that was so pathetic. But at least it worked - after a very long minute or two the nurse finally came to him. "Could you get me some water?" he asked, not even bothering to look at her and getting into the cellphone game again. She just nodded and went away, coming back with a glass of water after a short while and putting it on the table by his bed. When she left again, he took two sips and put the water back on the table. He needed to leave some for his meds later, right? That much would do for now. He could as well get all focused on the game. That would at least let him forget about this situation for a short while.

And then the door opened, so Lyr stopped playing and put the cellphone back on the table. It was a doctor, probably to check in what condition he is. He started to talk some s**t, looked at his leg, touched it a few times and gave Lyr a few painkillers as he realized he already had water in his room. And then he left with a bright smile and announcement that everything is fine. Oh well, at least that was going good. The boy sighed and took the pills, swallowing them without bothering about the water. They were pretty small anyway. Getting distracted from the game, he started to look around, just to hear the door opening again. This time he was hoping it was Lucas, but instead, he saw... Erin. The look on his face expressed surprise, but the feeling inside was a pure satisfaction. She didn't look good. She cried. It was so obvious and yet she tried to hide it. His senses were too sharp though - she couldn't hide anything. Instead of surprise, he smiled satisfied and moved aside so she could sit on the bed. "Huh? And what did you think I am?" he huffed when she stated that 'he is a human after all'. No s**t, sherlock. In the other hand, she was just a rich, innocent and spoiled child - she had every right to think that humans didn't kill each other just for the sake of it and for their own profit. But she didn't know many things yet.

He didn't really listen when she started to speak, but he did understand what she meant. They were going to stay here together and this hospital was owned by her parents who he killed. Oh joy. Judging from what he could see and hear earlier, no one knew about her parents' death yet. Oh well, maybe it was better. "I don't really mind," he replied after she finished talking, shrugging carelessly. He wanted to go back to his apartment tomorrow anyway. Wait, did that mean he couldn't? No, no way. He had to go back, he didn't want to be stuck in a hospital forever because of some idiot from a random bar. Oh, god damn it. Now didn't it suck? He frowned for a short while and then forced himself to shrug and smile again. She looked truly awful - maybe even worse than him. Well, Lyr didn't cry. He never did. And he wasn't going to cry just because of an injury - how lame could it possibly get? "So how about, you know, passing the time with something? Like, this room has such a cute number. Wanna try it out with me?" he gave her an arrogant smile and laughed a few seconds later.

After a short while the silence got broken by the opening door and now he was sure it was Lucas. Turning his head this way, he grinned happily and let the guy pass him all these medications and drugs he was hiding in his pockets. "I love you, thanks," he mumbled after a while, hiding all that stuff under his pillow so the doctors and nurses wouldn't see. Lucas laughed and looked at Erin and then at Lyr's leg. "Yeah, yeah, I love you too. Get well soon, I'm going back to bed. You woke me up," he said and turned around, going out of the room and closing the door after him. Lyr took some pills from under his pillow and threw them into his mouth, grabbing the glass with water and drinking it, swallowing the pills at the same time. Oh yeah, soon he should relax completely, because he felt hot and his muscles were all tense. Shrugging, the took his shirt off and fell on his back again, taking a few deep breaths. "So what we were at? Oh yeah, 69," he spoke to Erin again, grinning at her like a child.

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Sleeping in his own bed was the best after all ; well, maybe he wouldn't mind a bed of some girl instead, but it was pretty much uncalled for at the moment. The truth was, he wasn't able to fall asleep next to any girl he slept with ; he had his trust issues and he was too scared of getting stabbed or something while sleeping. The only person who he could ever sleep with was Lucas. He wasn't even able to fall asleep in hospital, where technically nothing could possibly happen to him. But well - it wasn't really his fault, now was it? He kept telling himself that he's ready for death, but in fact he didn't want to die yet. He was too young to die. His whole life, even ******** up as it probably will be, was waiting for him. He couldn't just let himself get killed because some girl wanted him to sleep... Oh, right, Erin. Erin, Erin, Erin. She was in his head almost all the time and he couldn't even explain why. But... he liked the taste of her name on his tongue. He liked her innocence, contrasting ridiculously with his sinful self. And even though he was an assassin and it was forbidden for him to get attached to anyone, it was already too late, it seems. Did he already thought of her like of someone close to him? A buddy, a friend? Wait. It wasn't right. She was just a daughter of the people he slaughtered ; no hard feelings. He just had to make sure she'll keep her mouth shut, right? There wasn't anything wrong with the feeling that he had to be by her side. It was just to make sure he won't get caught by the police, as it would be an annoyance. And what if it'd be impossible to get him out? He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in prison, no ******** way. Lyr loved his freedom too much. And unfortunately, time when he wouldn't be judged as an adult person passed some time ago. And his sins were too horrible to escape from them that easily.

Getting up from his bed lazily, he completely forgot about his injured foot until he stood on it and felt the sudden impulse of pain going through his leg and stopping in his head. "s**t! Owowowow!" there was really no need for any other words. Falling back on the bed, he frowned slightly and looked around, trying to remember everything from last night. Hospital, Erin, Lucas, drugs, running away. Yep, he did remember after all. Was it good to leave Erin be? He looked at the clock without much of an interest. Six in the morning - seems like he wasn't able to sleep a lot after all, despite the fact that he felt like he just slept for ages. Since not much time passed, maybe he should go back and assure her that everything is alright? After all, she could feel guilty or something, and he could bet that someone let her know about his sudden disappearance. Licking his lips without a reason, he stood up again, watching out for his foot and grabbing his keys. Yeah, he had to go back after all. Even though he knew that he wasn't a person that Erin would be concerned about, it was for his own peace of mind - he didn't feel guilty a lot after all. While killing people wasn't much of a hassle, apparently leaving Erin be was. Seriously, what was wrong with him lately?

But he couldn't leave without any problems, obviously. He had to take some of his strong painkillers, and it was risky to drive after them. But nonetheless, he did that and left the apartment, closing it after himself and turning out slowly. A girl, probably a hotel employee was standing there, looking at him and at his foot. Yeah, he had only one sneaker on. Yeah, his shot foot was in blood because he didn't manage to change the bandages himself. Yeah, it did look hella weird. "I'll bandage your foot for you, sir," she announced to him and he just sighed deeply. It wouldn't be wise to just refuse and run out, now would it? He couldn't afford to lose much blood after all. "Yeah, sure, that's fine," he shrugged and smirked at her carelessly, waiting for the dreamy sigh he'd get from every girl after doing that. Every girl apart from Erin. Maybe it did irritate him a bit, but in other hand, it just gave him the opportunity to take the challenge and go with it. The girl who offered her help helped him to walk down the stairs and as he sat on the couch in a hotel lounge she went to take bandages from nursery. There weren't many people in this place at such a spartan hour, so they didn't really have to worry about people seeing blood and fainting or something else similar to this which would always amuse Lyr to no end. Blood was, well... just blood. Why people were so scared of it? It was running in their own veins and giving them life. Why would they faint upon seeing it? Well, it didn't really matter right now. The girl came back and started to unbandage his foot slowly, which was greeted by many hisses from Lyr's side. Well yeah, it did hurt like a b***h, because painkillers didn't really kick in just yet. "There, it's done," she smiled at him and he looked at his foot. Yeah, it was way better right now. Now he only had to get his second sneaker and everything would be perfect. "Thanks," he smiled back and got up, climbing up the stairs to get his second shoe. When he was done, he just hurried back down and went outside, breathing the cold air in.

Mornings were refreshing, even though Lyr didn't really like low temperatures. Rushing towards his car, he got in and started to drive towards the hospital again. Who'd ever think that he would turn himself in to hospital willingly? He hated such places after all. But even despite that, he found himself pressing the pedal accordingly and listening to sound of his car going faster and faster. His vision was pretty much blurred right now, as the painkillers finally kicked in, but he didn't really mind ; instead of slowing down, he was lost in the lights around, maneuvering between other cars on the street quickly. It was going pretty good, even despite the fact that he couldn't see much. So that's how all these almost - blind kids felt when he bullied them and took their glasses off, holding them up in the air and laughing? They made it look like a tragedy, and yet he was having fun. He'd always find dangerous stuff funny, though. Not his fault he adored the rush of adrenaline, now was it? With a soft sigh and slight frown he realized he's by the hospital already. Slowing down calmly, he stopped his car and went out of it, looking at the big building and sighing once again. Never again, seriously. For what sins he had to be there right now? Oh, right. There was quite a lot of these sins to remember.

"Dear God! Where did you disappear earlier, sir? It was dangerous to leave like that in your state!" a nurse by the entrance seemed to be pretty concerned, but he just waved her off and proceed to climb up the stairs. Third floor, was it? Maybe Erin was still sleeping, so he could just go in and make it look like he never left? It was pretty unlikely, but he could always try his luck. When he saw Bridget though, he already know that his perfect plan just fell apart. If she was there, then it means she already saw Erin, which meant that Erin already woke up. Huffing, he finished his climbing and stood there for a while, looking around and not paying much attention to Bridget. Yeah, she'd ask questions. and Yeah, he'd answer them willingly. Unfortunately, the silence was broke by a scream. Erin's scream, to be perfectly exact. The woman stood up suddenly and ran towards the room, but it seemed like he could be faster even with his foot injured. An one second later she could feel a firm grip tightening on her shoulder, as he smiled sweetly and pushed her aside. "I'm going in," he informed her and went inside, closing the door after himself. "You needed somet --" he turned around just to see blood on Erin's palm and her pale face. No, she didn't look good. To be perfectly exact, she looked like a ghost right now. A very sick ghost who was coughing blood. "For ******** sake, what the hell happened to ya?" he took one step towards her, stopping around one meter from her bed and waiting for her reply. Did she got sick overnight? Now that was sure a speed no one could beat.

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Rebellion grinned and nodded quickly. "I think you're way too cute to be my twin," he patted her head jokingly and took his hand back after a while. Good thing she was to oblivious - he didn't really have to do a lot to hide his another side. In the other hand, the fact that she wasn't even suspicious meant she probably trusted him, which only made him feel worse with himself. She trusts him and he's thinking about her blood. Everything would be alright, no? He had everything under his control at the moment, and even though it'd probably cost him a lot of willpower, it was worth it. He still had no idea how did he end up here, but right now, he didn't really mind. "Oh," he scratches his head, blinking a few times. Hair distracting her? Well, he wouldn't know. His hair was always short, and he had no intention on making it longer. He'd probably look like a f** or something like that. "Long hair matches you pretty good though," he added after a while, grinning at her yet again. When she started to talk about Minato's sister, Rebellion understood that it was a topic he probably would be better skipping. But, since she started already, he listened until the very end and sighed. "I'm sorry," he spoke, not sure what should he do right now. In the other hand, he took on more losses than that. His previous master and Eva died too, after all. "It's just like that with people. They come and go away," he sighed yet again, biting on his lower lip. The awkward atmosphere came and got away too, though, because she started to laugh and that definitely made everything better. Oh, obviously. Why would they stand and think about dead people on their 'date', huh? As far as Rebellion was concerned, it wasn't what dates were about.

It wasn't hard to guess that it was Eva's first date. Then again, it's not like Rebe was really experienced in that kind of stuff, unless going to bars with his master and hanging out with half - naked girls could be called that. When he stopped, he had Nevan, and they'd never go out either. It's not really that Rebellion didn't want to or something, it was just that Nevan was paranoid about leaving his opera without a real need to leave it. Stinky place, Rebellion was thinking about destroying it after Nevan's death. Maybe he should do that today, since he was out already? "I know it's warm, but the air is really cold, so after a while you might get cold, too," then again, they didn't plan on staying here for eternity, so he guessed his offer didn't really apply unless they'll decide to do something outside. But what could you do outside during a freaking cold winter? Rebellion didn't know, and didn't really want to know. "I wouldn't really call it even, but if you say so," he laughed and shrugged lightly. Well, she had a point here. She wasn't really human either. Although Rebellion preferred to be... just a weapon, than a bloodthirsty demon, especially in moments like these. Sure it wasn't his fault he was like that, but sometimes he couldn't help but blame himself, right? But anyway, he told himself he won't focus on that too much today. It was all about fun, and truth to be told, it's been a while since he had any other fun than slaying demons and eating them up. It was something new for him, and he had to admit that so far, it wasn't all that bad. Or at least it wasn't as bad as he expected it to be when he was going out of Dante's shithole.

"I see," he tapped his chin. Organization was something that neither Rebellion nor Dante knew. Dante would never bother about planning, he was acting with the moment, and Rebellion would just go with it. What was wrong with doing that, anyway? "No one ever bothers about planning anything in our place. Then again, like I said, plans tend to fail, so it's maybe even better," he said finally, shrugging lightly. Vergy was the lame a** that always planned s**t and it'd never work out, because Dante would always end up alive. Okay, once he almost succeeded, but it was when he pierced Dante with Rebellion. Tch, Rebe would never want to be used by Verg, even if that was just one strike. Besides, it took a lot more to kill Dante than just piercing him through, and he had a weird feeling that Vergil knew about it very well. Oh well, how did he manage to crawl out of hell, Rebellion had no idea, but it was funny to piss Yamato off. "Huh? "Good thriller novel"? So you're like... into that stuff?" he blinked a few times, not really knowing what she's talking about. Oh, sure it was about books, but he rarely bothered with any books. Not to say ' never '. Dante didn't have any books anyway, so it would be rather hard to read something that didn't even exist. And as for buying books, Rebellion didn't want to waste money for something that he wouldn't even touch. "My master doesn't have any books, and I don't really have time for that. Having all these people on my head is rather troublesome," he scratched his head. Oh yeah, four other weapons lived in their place now, and Rebellion was the oldest, so in the end, everything was on his head. Dante just didn't give a crap, and others were just ******** brats, so Rebe didn't really have much of a choice. He'd either take care of 'em or suffer nagging and whining. Of course, he'd somehow survive, but he was doing all that s**t for his own peace.

"Gah, I'm sorry, I don't know what just happened," he spoke softly, a lie coming out of his mouth with an unbelievable ease. But he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, and he knew very well that what he just did was... well, more than weird. After all, he wanted her to have fun, and it wouldn't be really possible if he'd keep acting weird. Taking a deep breath, he calmed down and everything was under control yet again. Hey, he didn't even know that fresh air would help you to clear your mind so good. Maybe because he never tried that -- if he felt like this, he'd just go out and hunt, instead of standing and trying to calm down. Maybe if he'd try that earlier and practice, now everything would go... more smoothly? Well, it was his first time and so far it was going pretty good, so he though that this couldn't be that hard and there wouldn't be any point in practicing. It's not like he had some kind of OCD or something. "Considerate, aren't ya?" he asked jokingly. "But you don't have t' worry. I'm hungry most of the time," he finished and laughed. Well, it was true -- he could just sit and eat whole day, especially when it came to pizza. He had no idea why he liked this human food so much, but he blamed his master. Like for everything else that he'd find pretty ******** up. When they were walking, she started to talk again and Rebellion blinked. Junpei? Damn, she was using all these weird words, which probably were names, and Rebe felt that he could easily get lost. But he didn't mind -- he felt good when she was talking to him, somehow. "I see. There's always pizza at out place, too, but... we never watch TV and laugh together. Well, not all of us," he could imagine Dante, Ebony and himself doing that, but Ivory would just sit and complain, while Agni and Rudra would keep talking and irritating the hell out of all of them. So, doing that wasn't really an option, he figured.

He'd usually watch people and after a while start making fun out of them, but he figured that she could find his mean comments rude, so he held himself from saying anything about it. Maybe later, when he'll be done with eating. And, it was worth mentioning that Rebellion ate a lot. No matter what was that, just a little bit of something wouldn't satisfy his hunger, and he knew that this time he'll need to eat even more to hold himself from thinking about her blood all the time. "So you won't eat a whole pizza by yourself?" he asked, amused. Well, she was small, so it wouldn't be anything really surprising, but it still seemed to be pretty ridiculous for him. He was able to eat a few pizzas in few minutes, and she wouldn't even eat one? "Well, that's fine. I'm just going to order a few anyway, so you'll get to pick," he said and stood up, too hungry to wait for a waitress to come to 'em. After stating what he wanted, he came back, but didn't sit just yet. "What are ya drinkin'?" he asked and grinned, standing next to the table like a waiter and waiting for her to answer him.

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It really never changed, this place. Nearly every month they'd hang out here to stay on the festival and make some money, and both of them could swear they knew every single cobble like their own pockets. Not that it wasn't fine - it was actually quite handy that the festival was held here and not, for example, in the house of hearts. A pretty simple city, with no royal family around, what else would they want? Perhaps a bit more money, just so the two girls they stuck to would be more happy, but then again, their happiness wasn't really their highest priority. It was just that they were complaining less if they had their hands full of coins - women, both twins could swear they all were the same. But it was okay; it was all good as long as everything was going according to their original plan. Both of these girls were already attached to them, perhaps thinking of them like of their brothers or close friends, someone who would never let them down. And partially, it was true. They would never let them down - they'd always follow them obediently, as long as they were safe and comfortable with them. Unless all of sudden doing their duties would mean going against these two - in that case, they were both ready to leave anytime. Then again, wouldn't it be kind of sad? What could two young girls do alone in Wonderland? People would always pick on them; it's way easier to pick on girls after all.

Shea would always go on and on and on and on how she'd always protect Philomela, earning a pitiful smile from both of them. The girl could talk, but really, she wasn't even very strong - did she really think that she could protect the poor singer from everything that would be thrown at them? Of course she couldn't. Well, not that they really cared. As long as they had their peace with these two, they'd protect them; and perhaps bother as well, because even though they were acting, they just couldn't stop themselves from causing some trouble from time to time. Attracting attention would usually earn them money, too.

Separating themselves from the rest of the group, they decided to take a quick stroll through the nearest park, not being really interested into stalking after either of the girls like hopeless lost dogs. Days were passing slowly, and really, everything was usually boring. One day, with a bitter smile, they realized that lately, they've been living from one festival day to another festival day, kind of like people lived waiting for they money from work. And it wasn't even the real work they had to do - just something they brought upon themselves, choosing to stick with the girls to be more believable. "So what are you guys doing this time?" Revis asked without even a shadow of interest in his voice, flopping onto the closest branch and watching Vares stalk after him slowly. They could stop acting so much in such places, however, never completely; most of people from the house of diamonds already recognized them, and knew that one of them was the performer who could be seen at the festival every now and then. Sitting next to his twin, Vares shrugged, yawning and closing his eye for a few seconds, just to let them rest. He had to admit he was more of the night person, and sun started to tick him off sometimes; it just had to always shine right into his ******** eye, hadn't it? "I think we," a short pause, followed by a small yawn again, when Vares was actually thinking what should he say - he liked to answer all of his brother's questions, just because, but sometimes, Revis caught him off guard. "No, I have no idea. Stop asking stupid questions, you know we're usually just going with the wind," he sighed and shrugged, opening his eye lazily again. In all honesty, he didn't even care what they're going to do. Whether he's going to sing again, or Philomela decides they're jesters from now on, Vares would just do it for his and his brother's peace.

Sitting here for longer than needed had no real use, both of them realized it without much enthusiasm, and perhaps it was about time to go and find someone, whether it was Shea or Philomela. Make sure they're fine, make sure no one is bothering them, make sure they attract some trouble, make sure their thoughts are on the right track, and finally, make sure there is no suspicion about the twins raised. They were monitoring people's thoughts on a daily basis, especially these girls' thoughts. Well, not that they had anything interesting in their brains - or perhaps none of them happened to stumble upon it yet - but, just to make sure that they're still these annoying twins that bring them more money and more problems and no one else.

Or at least, it was like that at first. Right now, they were these loved annoying twins, they were part of some weird family that little group made together, some kind of crutch for them to lean on sometimes. Two girls, nothing else. Perhaps, just maybe, they weren't as helpless and stupid as the twins thought they where. And perhaps, just maybe, they got too used to the company of these two. But there was no sentiment, no hard feelings, no bond between them, aside from the illusionary one.

Moving swiftly between the buildings, it proved to be quite a challenge to find two small girls there, even despite the fact the twins knew this place so well already. Maybe because they were still kind of sleepy, or maybe because these two apparently found some new hiding spot they'd get stuck in. And they were saying the twins were causing problems - what a load of bullshit. But, ah, a few more minutes and there she was - a hint of aqua hair and determined eyes made Revis smile a bit, as he started to wave at Shea lazily. "Hey, Shea! What are you up to? Being useless as always?" he grinned, putting one arm on Vares' arm, just to let Shea know that even if she'd want to kick him now, his brother was here and there was no possible way of her doing it. Vares didn't really comment; just scanned the surroundings, not spotting Philomela anywhere around. Did she wander somewhere off alone? "I don't know about you guys but I'm hungry like holy hell," Revis continued, making weird, nonchalant gestures with his free hand. "How about you, Vares? You're hungry too, right?" he turned his head to his brother, and Vares didn't speak; he just nodded, which was more of an automatic response to anything his brother asked of him when they were acting. "And before you suggest waiting for Mela, I'm sooo completely against it. I mean, it'd probably take ages to find her since I'm sooo hungry. Hey Vares, we shouldn't wait for Mela, right?" turning to his brother again, when Vares nodded again, Revis grinned at him and then back at Shea. "Perhaps we could just buy some food and eat while looking for her. It'll save us some time," he suggested after a short pause, gaining a light shrug from Revis.

"Let's go, then. I suggest something with meat, I'm sick of the crap food you guys are eating to keep your stupid voices," Revis grumbled, grabbing Vares' arm to the point of digging his nails into his brother's skin and watching him flinch a little. A delicate gesture, nothing really visible, but it made Revis smile to himself, holding tight onto his brother's arm and starting to pull him after himself. "Come on Shea, if you'll fall behind, someone could kidnap ya. Although I really doubt anyone would actually want to do that..." as Revis kept pulling Vares forward, the second brother turned his head towards Shea who kept growing smaller in his eye with every step Revis took. He smiled at her lightly and reached for her with his free hand, leaving it in the air with his palm open, as if he'd suggest her to grab it. It wasn't really like that, though. It was actually more of a 'come on, you really shouldn't fall behind' message for her.

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Aldred had always adored sleeping, whether it was a short nap or a true sleep. It helped him escape, held him still, nothing and no one was bothering or annoying him. His dreams were... well, there was more actual talking than some weird images, but every night, he'd dream. Sometimes the dreams were complicated and confusing, always narrated by the voice he knew for so long, and sometimes it was something simple, almost stupid, and that kind of dream would always make him wake up in a bad mood. Today was different though. Better, maybe. Nothing too complicated, but something pleasant. Hardly disclosable, much less understandable, but he knew he enjoyed the dream, until...

Not a big fan of touching, unless he was breaking someone's arm, feeling a rather unfamiliar palm patting his shoulder lightly made him wake up instantly and grunt in annoyance. Opening both eyes quickly, and giving them a second to get used to the light, his vision sharpened very quickly and he turned his head to see who dared to wake him up. Honestly, he already knew it wasn't Akane, but God let this person turn into her quickly, else there was no hope for the man. But unfortunately, God wasn't very merciful today; Aldred didn't know this guy, so he had to be someone new, and under any normal circumstances, he'd be excused. But it was Aldred, and it was very early, and he touched him, and woke him up from a nice dream, probably just 'because'. Aldred could already feel the anger striking him like a lightning, and soon after that, this servant was already down on the floor, with Aldred's foot on his chest. The Ace wasn't very delicate, nor subtle, nor considerate, so pressing on the guy's chest to the point where he couldn't breath and asking him questions seemed to be more fun than cruel and idiotic. "Who let you even come in here, huh?! Waking me up! Don't try to shield yourself with the queen, either! She knows I am NOT to be woken up until I want to stand up myself!" He didn't like to give anyone any rants, but this guy was new, so he could make an exception and kindly explain, right?

Letting the guy crawl from under his foot, he made sure to step on his back when he tried to turn around and stand up as well, before backing off and grabbing the nearest thing (which, by the way, turned out to be a new chair) and throwing it on the wall. "ARGH! I'm so pissed because of you! See what you did?!" he continued yelling and screaming, ignoring the fact that the door was wide open and whole castle could hear him right now. Grabbing a vase standing near the entrance, he threw it on the floor and let a few pieces hit the guy, just in case he'd ever forget about this situation and dare to show himself up before Aldred again. The Ace didn't want to hurt his people; because he really thought of this house like of his people; but it wasn't his fault they'd always make him lose control. About to go over there and grab the servant again, he started moving into the guy's direction, eyes completely focused on the target. Nothing else mattered when he got into this mood - nothing, except...

"Must you make such a noise so early in the morning, Aldred? I wouldn’t be surprised if Lady Madilene has woken up to all your yelling and shouting."

Freeze.

He stopped abruptly, turning his head towards Akane and relaxing his tensed muscles a bit. Not even sure why, she'd always give him a sense of peace, and it would always manage to calm him down - hell, she didn't even have to say anything, because just standing by his side was enough. Aldred could never understand it, but what did it matter anyway? Biting on his lower lip, he escorted the servant with his eyes until he couldn't see him anymore, and then looked at Akane again. Normal person would probably apologize for the ruckus, but Aldred hated apologizing. It was useless anyway. "Whatever, Akane. It was this dumb servant's fault," he grumbled in response, scratching his bare chest and looking anywhere but at her now. And that was the last thing he'd say this morning, because the answer to her question was quite obvious; he just simply turned around and started getting dressed.

Getting to the 'usual spot' took him a few minutes, and she was already there. Good, because he hated waiting a lot among other millions of things he despised. Not saying anything, because words were nothing compared to actions, he charged at her, and that's how it usually looked like. She didn't hold back, and he did, not really because of that she was too weak but he never let himself break absolutely loose, scared that control that he had over his body could flee right out of his grasp. Losing control was reserved for enemies; with Akane, it was more of a play, maybe a training, but nothing too serious. He was more scared of hurting her than getting hurt himself in such a spar anyway; he could take wounds and pain very well, because he delighted in it, being a bit of masochist along with his obvious sadism. Pain meant that you're alive, no matter in what state you were. And if you were alive, you could still kill.

When he heard Johan's voice, he stopped and withdrawn, furrowing his brows in another anger attack. "Why didn't he come here and tell us this eye to eye, huh?! He's always ******** hiding somewhere! Damned worm, I'll break his legs when he comes here," he grumbled, sheathing one of his swords - because to sparring, he'd always only use one - and rubbing his neck. The information was left for later to consider; right now he had to express his anger at Johan. Kicking a few rocks like a child, he growled and put his hands behind his own back, to make sure he's not going to charge at something and throw it somewhere, like he liked to do with stuff in his room. Akane spoke again, but frankly, Aldred could care less whether Her Majesty was going to be pleased or not. He was always - always prepared for a battle, for a war, for killing, for fighting, hurting and getting hurt. Sure, the Red Queen liked to avoid fighting, but that just made him respect her less. Not that he really listened to what she had to say anyway, being sceptic about his violent ways. He would not change houses of course, his heart belonging here, but he really did get annoyed at the Queen and her peacefulness sometimes. "Cruel one, who the hell cares? If she's going to do anything to us, I'm going to go there and bite her ugly head off, and then hang it on my wall," everything was said in a casual tone, like doing that wouldn't really break his routine. "Pretty sure I could do that, too," he added after a while, showing off his fangs to Akane and grinning maliciously.

Whole way to the castle, Aldred was busy telling Akane just what would he do with White Queen and her servants bodies if they'd enter his territory, and just for the record, it wasn't very pleasant. He skipped Ai in the whole thing, but hey, if she'd want to kill him, he'd change his mind as well. When it came to innocence, he was neutral if anything. He didn't really want to destroy it, but he didn't really want to collect it, either. It was an important part of wonderland, so why not just let it be? Girls were so troublesome; in times like these, he wished Johan was there to calm everything down. He was the one they'd always listen to, especially Ai, so why not? But no - that b*****d had to wander around and ignore his duties. What a pain in the a**.

Skipping the bowing, greeting or actually doing anything, he was just standing next to Akane and letting her speak, until she asked for orders. "I don't want to be rude," - oh, liar - "but if you don't want your people to be slaughtered like a cattle, you should let me... us go and fight. If not for the innocence, then at least to protect the people." Aldred, despite still standing in a pretty casual position, had a serious face and well, the Queen knew him. Whether she'd order him to go or not, he would go and fight anyway, because he wanted to and he cared about this house; he wouldn't let it be brought down and die. Turning to Akane for a while, he knew very well that the others had to be informed, too. Or at least anyone who would prove to be any of use for the fight.

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It was hard to keep himself straight ; his legs were giving up yet again, and he had to tighten the grip on the stone. Even despite leaning on a stabile object, he didn't feel very safe. Prone to all the cold, he was pretty sure it'd take some time before his legs would be fine, unless.. he'd try to take care of them himself, which was a stupid idea right now. He wasn't strong enough - no, no, he was just tired, just tired because he recently passed out and woke up, it was normal, right? Seeing Vos in such a poor state Amadei decided that it was in fact better that he passed out; he had no idea who dragged him all the way here and frankly he didn't even want to know, because being as ungrateful as he was, it wouldn't change anything. Everyone seemed hurt; but Amadei cared about himself only. He had to survive, because he had to survive - it didn't matter whether anyone else actually would or not. As long as he could make it back " home ", he was set. As long as he could tell everyone about Vos' fail, he was content. He'd probably get promoted, too, and --

"Wha -- !" falling back and trying to crawl away as fast as possible, he got blinded as the flash blocked his view. His eyes were tired already, almost unable to see anything, and a sudden explosion of light didn't do them any good. He couldn't stand up, so he panicked, curling up to be sure that b*****d didn't shoot his feet off. Waiting for a few seconds to make sure the danger is gone, he started to rub his eyes, trying to remove all the dirt and small rocks that fell on his face during the small explosion. Gasping and calming his breath down, he coughed up a few times, feeling the taste of dirt in his mouth. Amadei couldn't be sure anymore - was it fear that made him unable to move his legs right now or were they really broken? Was it panic that stopped him from getting up, or his condition was poor? No. Nothing of these should stop him, right? Right? And if yes, then why the ******** couldn't he move?

"Silence. You will sit down and hold your tongue,"

"Yeah, right. You're probably the last ******** that can order me around, you d**k! What the ******** do you think you're doing?!"

He could go on screaming forever, but he knew that he might as well regret it for real if he wouldn't stop insulting the man right now. Clearly, he was stronger, and in better condition, and even that idiot Vos held some respect for him, so it was probably for his own good if he shut up. The problem - Amadei could never really shut up, as he respected no one other than himself. He wasn't stupid, but he could be reckless. Taking a few more deep breaths, he glanced up, trying to feel his legs yet again. Or at least, enough to be able to at least crawl like he did when he had to. It seems like his body would respond only when it had a real need to respond; did it need rest? Of course it did, you idiot. Aside from sleeping, he could really use food, some heat, something to drink, a medic... In the other words, he would use everything they didn't have here. Where were they, again? He didn't remember much from earlier; the whole trip to this place was a huge joke, in which Vos was acting like a p***y, the kid begged for his life and he tried not to snap and kill the guy himself. He wanted Vos to do it; as much as he didn't want the other to be promoted, he just wished that this ******** mission was over. But no. It never went like Amadei wanted it to go; a sad, but true fact. If it did, God knows they wouldn't be here right now. Oh yeah, he had to add that to his list of things he was meant to rub in Vos' face one they'll be fine. If they'll ever be fine.

"You can't even keep your subordinates under control. Why should we give you anything..."

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Turning his head towards Vos, who didn't seem to be able to snap out of whatever state he was in right now, Amadei raised his eyebrow. It didn't look good. Ignoring the comment about subordinates, although normally he'd probably start yelling about how he's not anyone's lackey, he tried to make some plan B in his head, just in case Vos died right now and left him with a bunch of people he didn't know and didn't want to know. With his enemies who seemed to let them live just because they knew surviving would be easier this way. Who would probably dispose of him without blinking when they'd be out of the shitty situation. No, he couldn't let Vos die - as much as he wanted him to die. It was kinda hard to care about someone else's life when yours was in danger, though. It was hard to even try to help when your legs felt like someone would detach them from your body. And it was hard to even move when the cold was so ******** unbearable. He controlled ice, so he should be used to such temperatures, given that his training was all about cold, but right now, his body forgot it all. Maybe he was doing better than the rest; maybe the cold didn't damage him as bad, but it still felt awful and he wished for heat like he never did before.

"No one...come near me."

"Well ******** you." he grumbled, watching Vos ultimately pass out.

Sighing, he tried to move forward a bit - without standing up, which had to look a bit very pathetic - basically crawled to his 'superior', picking him up again and trying to make him sit. The rock would be good for him to lean on, too, so it should be fine. Laying on a cold floor probably would do him more damage, anyway. Now... what? Yeah, Amadei wasn't a genius when it came to first aid. Truth to be told, he could hardly tell in what state Vos was right now. ********. Turning his head around, he set his gaze back on the older man, not sure what to say right now. After all, please would never come through his throat.

"... .. Would you mind lending us your hand for a bit? I'm not very good at medical s**t, alas. All I can provide is water. And I don't think it'd be good if he died right now, would it?" he tried to sound professional; he really did. But the cracks in his voice were obvious - way too noticeable.

He couldn't even bring himself to care about the kid anymore, who apparently woke up and felt a need to let them all know he was going to die by himself. Good for them - it was all that ******** Calamitas' fault, anyway. Giving them all such shitty luck.