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This is me for forever
One of the lost ones
The one without a name
Without an honest heart as compass
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This is me for forever
One of the lost ones
The one without a name
Without an honest heart as compass
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The first rock thrown again
Welcome to hell, little Saint
Mother Gaia in slaughter
Welcome to paradise, Soldier
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The first rock thrown again
Welcome to hell, little Saint
Mother Gaia in slaughter
Welcome to paradise, Soldier
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The car was approaching the building somewhat quickly, then again both of them had rose about two in order to get all their things together for the coming year. Anpu laughed as his brother shuddered in his lap, his eyes rising to the driver before a soft, and sultry voice broke the silence. "Turn the heat up please... My dear Nkosi is apparently chilled at the moment." The man merely nodded, and the icy brother truly had to stop a laugh at the light sigh that escaped his sleeping twin. How he could be cold was beyond Anpu though, after all Nkosi wore a long sleeve undershirt, a crimson hoodie which was decorated with gold symbols that represented fire. A pair of black pants followed the slightly toned legs of his twin, and Anpu couldn't help but laugh as he thought about their morning. Funny thing was one might think him crazy for what he wore. A navy vest that was sleeveless and covered only half his torso, a pair of white shorts that didn't even reach his knees, and nothing on his feet. This kind of get up made the dozens of scars that covered his skin where none could miss them. As always, he felt fine in the cold, yet his brother froze. Were it summer it would be the opposite, then again that was just how things were for them.
It wasn't until their car pulled into the drive that he woke his brother, shaking his head as Nkosi whined. "Too early, why do we have to be here at a time like this?" "Up lazy head... Or you can explain to mom and dad why you rode all the way home in the backseat of this car, while I went to learn at the mansion we were invited to." Another whine escaped him and Anpu laughed once more, before sighing when the car came to a complete stop. Grudgingly Nkosi rose, while Anpu stepped from the car with little care. His eyes lingered around the area for a moment, shock spreading on his face as he looked it over. "Beautiful..." he whispered, before turning to his brother who really looked like he could care less. Without warning his foot came down on Nkosi's and the younger yelped, staring at him darkly for a moment before turning around and letting out a loud humph. "Jerk..."
Once again he laughed softly, the sound of it echoing through the chilled air like a melody, before he turned his attention to the car. He and Nkosi made their way to the trunk, quickly pulling out at least three bags a piece before giving their driver a soft wave. The man quickly started away, and both of them started their hunt for whomever they were supposed to meet. As Nkosi started looking around excitedly, running here and there like some little kid, Anpu kept a soft and calm face, still much aware of the time and fact that most of the people were probably far from awake. "Quiet down Nkosi, we don't want to bother anyone..." They both paused, spotting what they thought was a girl beneath a blooming tree and it was obvious both were shocked.
Without warning Nkosi made his way towards Miki, ignoring the silent protests from his brother. It wasn't until he was only a few feet away that he realized the girl was in fact a boy, and a somewhat deviant smile spread over his face. "You're pretty... Are you perhaps related to the owners of this place?" His tone held lust and a great amount of flirting as well as teasing with in it. All was stopped however when Anpu's fist fell down on his head. His soft aquamarine eyes looked towards Miki, and he bowed softly, forcing his brother with him, before standing and offering a hand. "I'm Anpu, this is my broth Nkosi, it's a pleasure to meet you." Beyond his attempt his voice grew sultry and his hand moved out in a tempting manner. The siren in him began to show itself, and it wasn't until he caught on to the way he'd mentioned his name that a bow escaped him once again.
"Sorry," he whispered before feeling a hand on his shoulder, and the deviant smile that rested on his brother's face. "My dearest Anpu can't help himself sometimes... A siren is known to call to people, it is their job after all, then aga..." His words faded, and though he tried to move his lips nothing came for the longest. Anpu just smirked, pushing him back and looking to Miki with a lighter smile. "You'll have to forgive my brother... He's nothing but a little imp after all. A lust filled little incubus, though he acts more like a puppy." His hand rose to Nkosi who quickly stopped fighting the bind on him, and with a soft motion he gave back the voice he had stolen from his dear brother. "Now behave already..." "Yes mother dear." "You're such a child..." "And you need to lighten up." They glared at one another for a moment before turning their backs on each other with another loud humph.
"Jerk..." "Whatever Nkosi..." A soft sigh escaped him and he turned to Miki, eyes glistening in the morning light before turning upwards to the sky. "I'm guessing we're early huh? Oh well... May I ask though?" A blush crossed his pale face, and Nkosi laughed at the embarrassment he saw from his dearest, older brother. "He's hungry, we skipped breakfast this morning and he's hoping that we'll be getting some from you guys." "You could have totally explained that better..." Anpu mumbled, but Nkosi merely smiled at them both before taking a seat on the cool and somewhat damp morning grass.
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This is me for forever
One without a name
These lines the last endeavor
To find the missing lifeline
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This is me for forever
One without a name
These lines the last endeavor
To find the missing lifeline
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My first cry neverending
All life is to fear for life
You fool, you wanderer
You challenged the gods and lost
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My first cry neverending
All life is to fear for life
You fool, you wanderer
You challenged the gods and lost
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Puppet:: Mao & Zhao Li Shung
Puppeteer:: xMalicious Vendettax
I have lived for:: Seventeen Years Old
Ew....::
♦:: Girls. Both Mao and Zhao have agreed that whinny, annoying, bitchy things are unwanted.
♦:: Being Lectured. So they blow someone up cause they were annoying them. That is no reason to nag.
♦:: Being Separated. The twins have separation anxiety, if they are apart for more then three hours hell will be let loose until they are together at last.
♦:: Having To Sit Still For More Then A Minute. Yin and Yang are always in motion. If you stop them they will get restless.
♦:: Being Awoke. Mao and Zhao are not morning people. In the past, multiple individuals have dreaded the task of waking the two up.
♦:: Working. The twins will do what ever is in their power to avoid work.
Yum...::
♥:: Playing Tricks. If the twins do not like you expect to be targeted for a very nasty trick. They will stop at nothing to maker you miserable and themselves happy.
♥:: Sleeping. The twins are so peaceful when they are locked away in their minds. For it is the only place where they can be alone.
♥:: Food. Mao and Zhao rarely fight but when they do its a safe bet that its about food. Sour, spicy, cold, hot, it doesn't matter to them. They will eat until their hearts content and Zhao dares you to try and stop them...
♥:: Being With Each Other. The twins are just that, twins. If they are separated they will cause hell but when together one can't help but enjoy the calm aura they cause.
♥:: Drawing. Zhao loves to draw, it is the one thing that gives him release.
♥:: Piano. Like his brother and drawing, Mao finds it relaxing to play the piano in order to find peace.
My story::
Abandoned at the ages of three, Mao and Zhao have taken it upon themselves to care for no one but themselves. They grew up on the streets and found out their powers early in life. Mao would perform his miracles and make people pay while Zhao would steal. It wasn't the ideal life style but it was how they lived and they were happy. Mao was always the optimistic one, raising his brother's spirits when all seemed lost. Though he is childish to a point he will always be the one to protect his little brother no matter what. He loves to make Zhoa smile and always promised that one day they would be off the streets. Zhao, though not exactly a pessimist, was always doubtful in how they would live their life. Would they make it into the next year? Would they be caught? These things always made him worry but his brother was always there to put him back on his feet. When they were five years old they were found by a old man they called Oji. Oiji raised then there on, keeping them housed, feed, and taking them all over. He loved them as his sons and they loved him as their father.
When the boys were sixteen years old they encountered a roadblock. Coming home from school Zhao was attacked. He tried his hardest not to fight back but soon lost control and snapped. He came home covered in blood, afraid to touch anyone. It was then where their guardian knew they were no longer safe in the place they had called home. To this mansion they were sent in order to learn more control. However their past still burdens them. As long as they are together, they need no one else in their lives. Not a soul.
Thats me!::
[[No.Such.Thing]]-John Meyer
[[Please.Don't.Leave.Me]]- P!nk
[[Harder.To.Breathe]]- Maroon 5
I am gifted:: Yin and Yang, the universal sigh of lightness and dark. It was out of this power that Mao and Zhao were born; Mao from Ying and Zhao from Yang.
Mao: The first born twin was born with the power of light. He can purify any soul as well as perform exorcisms with little thought. The teen is able to make good things happen, save a marriage, stop a child from having their life taken too early, stop a suicide etc. He is often called in where there is a big problem, one beyond the control of another. However he does has his limits. He can only perform these miracles with the name and image of the person in his head. As well he can not stop a person from performing a act if it will mess with fate. The twin of Yin can summon light no matter where he is and can also move at its speed. He will often be seen 'disappearing' from time to time but that is only because he is moving to fast for the necked eye. He has two gift he shares with his brother: Telepathy & Telekinesis.
Zhao: Zhao is very different from his brother. The second born was born with the power of darkness. He can kill those with out supernatural entities with a simple tap of his finger to their heart and can manipulate his shadows as well as the shadows of others. Unlike his brother, the male is able to make bad thing happen. Car accidents, arguments, 'accidents', murders, etc. All of these things and more can be his doing. He is call for help when people seek revenge or to right a wrong; however he always warns that what he does can not be undone. He has his limits as well. Like his brother, he needs the face and name of a person in his head but the male also needs a reason. Yes it can be the stupidest reason like 'he got on my nerve' or 'I don't like him' but a reason is a reason. The twin of Yang can summon shadows where ever he is. He can melt into them and use them to get from place to place. He will use his shadows to spy on people so be warned. You never know where he is. He has two gift he shares with his brother: Telepathy & Telekinesis.
I am a:: Snake Demon
Grade:: Junior
Other:: N/A
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Puppet:: Anpu (Silver haired) & Nkosi (Red haired) Azra
Puppeteer:: xKougaijix
I have lived for::17
Ew....:: (Blue is Anpu, Red Nkosi)
♦:: Annoying people People who are too serious
♦:: Those who make fun of a good song. Boring music
♦:: Spicy food Sour food
♦:: Fighting people not worth my time Weaklings who run from a good fight
♦:: Anyone who messes with my brother
♦:: Both agree.... GIRLS
Yum...::
♥:: Pain inflicted in a sexual manner Soft and romantic sex
♥:: Sour foods Spicy foods
♥:: Soft music from the heart. Heavy metals and loud musics
♥:: Foreplay, romance, and fun Romance, spending lots of time with the person he one day falls for.
♥:: My Beloved Brother
♥:: Piano, Harp, Flute. Guitar, Drum, Keyboard.
♥:: "Boys love..." "After all we have the most fun with one another"
My story:: It was simple, a siren fell in love with an incubus, the two did the nasty and from them were born the twins. A child of fire and child or water, in many ways the exact opposite of one another and in other's very similar. Through the years they have fought for and against one another. In the end, however, the only thing that will truly tear them apart will be true love for another man. Then again, if luck would have its way then they would both be swept away by one person together. After all if one is wonderful, then both of them is like a dream come true.
Thats me!:: Anpu- A siren he may be, but his songs are reserved only for those he either cares about, or wishes to use. Though it might look as if the child is the more reserved of the two that is truly false. He is the wild one of them, being both sadistic and masochistic. Across his body are many scars, from fights and the many sexual escapades he has with multiple men. He takes pleasure in the pain inflicted upon his body, and as long as it doesn't kill him will endure anything thrown at him. Like a true little slut he knows how to fight when the other wants him to, and has no issues with putting up a true one to insure that both he and his partner receive the greatest pleasure. This side of him is only seen by the few lucky men whom gain the right to see it; most only see the calm and soft spoken kid who doesn't seem to want to get into much trouble. He acts kind and loving towards most people, though it is easy for anyone to see that there is more to him then the polite demeanor.
Nkosi-Contrary to his brother Nkosi is the more playful of the two, often getting in trouble because of his stupid antics. Being an incubus it’s not uncommon for him to tease people into doing things for him. Nor is it uncommon for him to use his body. Unlike his brother he hates pain from sexual activities and will not let another do the things that Anpu has let them do. He is however the true form of a puppy if you gain his attention, he will cling to you and vie for your attention until you give him what he wants. He knows how to please himself and other's and is not afraid to both lead and follow when the time comes. Quick to speak his mind and act on his emotion, its easy to see why he gets in trouble so much, though he knows no matter what he will always have Anpu to help him out.
I am gifted:: Anpu- Manipulation of water and its many forms, ability to manipulate people with his voice, manipulation of sound waves to an extent.
Nkosi-Manipulation of fire, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Together- Manipulation of light and shadow.
b]I am a:: Anpu-Siren, Nkosi-Incubus
Grade:: Junior
Other::
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I love you Anpu...
Love you too Nkosi
God you are annoying sometimes...
Awe did I upset the big baby?
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Λиρʊ & ИќӨŞї
♩♪♫♬The car was approaching the building somewhat quickly, then again both of them had rose about two in order to get all their things together for the coming year. Anpu laughed as his brother shuddered in his lap, his eyes rising to the driver before a soft, and sultry voice broke the silence. "Turn the heat up please... My dear Nkosi is apparently chilled at the moment." The man merely nodded, and the icy brother truly had to stop a laugh at the light sigh that escaped his sleeping twin. How he could be cold was beyond Anpu though, after all Nkosi wore a long sleeve undershirt, a crimson hoodie which was decorated with gold symbols that represented fire. A pair of black pants followed the slightly toned legs of his twin, and Anpu couldn't help but laugh as he thought about their morning. Funny thing was one might think him crazy for what he wore. A navy vest that was sleeveless and covered only half his torso, a pair of white shorts that didn't even reach his knees, and nothing on his feet. This kind of get up made the dozens of scars that covered his skin where none could miss them. As always, he felt fine in the cold, yet his brother froze. Were it summer it would be the opposite, then again that was just how things were for them.
It wasn't until their car pulled into the drive that he woke his brother, shaking his head as Nkosi whined. "Too early, why do we have to be here at a time like this?" "Up lazy head... Or you can explain to mom and dad why you rode all the way home in the backseat of this car, while I went to learn at the mansion we were invited to." Another whine escaped him and Anpu laughed once more, before sighing when the car came to a complete stop. Grudgingly Nkosi rose, while Anpu stepped from the car with little care. His eyes lingered around the area for a moment, shock spreading on his face as he looked it over. "Beautiful..." he whispered, before turning to his brother who really looked like he could care less. Without warning his foot came down on Nkosi's and the younger yelped, staring at him darkly for a moment before turning around and letting out a loud humph. "Jerk..."
Once again he laughed softly, the sound of it echoing through the chilled air like a melody, before he turned his attention to the car. He and Nkosi made their way to the trunk, quickly pulling out at least three bags a piece before giving their driver a soft wave. The man quickly started away, and both of them started their hunt for whomever they were supposed to meet. As Nkosi started looking around excitedly, running here and there like some little kid, Anpu kept a soft and calm face, still much aware of the time and fact that most of the people were probably far from awake. "Quiet down Nkosi, we don't want to bother anyone..." They both paused, spotting what they thought was a girl beneath a blooming tree and it was obvious both were shocked.
Without warning Nkosi made his way towards Miki, ignoring the silent protests from his brother. It wasn't until he was only a few feet away that he realized the girl was in fact a boy, and a somewhat deviant smile spread over his face. "You're pretty... Are you perhaps related to the owners of this place?" His tone held lust and a great amount of flirting as well as teasing with in it. All was stopped however when Anpu's fist fell down on his head. His soft aquamarine eyes looked towards Miki, and he bowed softly, forcing his brother with him, before standing and offering a hand. "I'm Anpu, this is my broth Nkosi, it's a pleasure to meet you." Beyond his attempt his voice grew sultry and his hand moved out in a tempting manner. The siren in him began to show itself, and it wasn't until he caught on to the way he'd mentioned his name that a bow escaped him once again.
"Sorry," he whispered before feeling a hand on his shoulder, and the deviant smile that rested on his brother's face. "My dearest Anpu can't help himself sometimes... A siren is known to call to people, it is their job after all, then aga..." His words faded, and though he tried to move his lips nothing came for the longest. Anpu just smirked, pushing him back and looking to Miki with a lighter smile. "You'll have to forgive my brother... He's nothing but a little imp after all. A lust filled little incubus, though he acts more like a puppy." His hand rose to Nkosi who quickly stopped fighting the bind on him, and with a soft motion he gave back the voice he had stolen from his dear brother. "Now behave already..." "Yes mother dear." "You're such a child..." "And you need to lighten up." They glared at one another for a moment before turning their backs on each other with another loud humph.
"Jerk..." "Whatever Nkosi..." A soft sigh escaped him and he turned to Miki, eyes glistening in the morning light before turning upwards to the sky. "I'm guessing we're early huh? Oh well... May I ask though?" A blush crossed his pale face, and Nkosi laughed at the embarrassment he saw from his dearest, older brother. "He's hungry, we skipped breakfast this morning and he's hoping that we'll be getting some from you guys." "You could have totally explained that better..." Anpu mumbled, but Nkosi merely smiled at them both before taking a seat on the cool and somewhat damp morning grass.
It wasn't until their car pulled into the drive that he woke his brother, shaking his head as Nkosi whined. "Too early, why do we have to be here at a time like this?" "Up lazy head... Or you can explain to mom and dad why you rode all the way home in the backseat of this car, while I went to learn at the mansion we were invited to." Another whine escaped him and Anpu laughed once more, before sighing when the car came to a complete stop. Grudgingly Nkosi rose, while Anpu stepped from the car with little care. His eyes lingered around the area for a moment, shock spreading on his face as he looked it over. "Beautiful..." he whispered, before turning to his brother who really looked like he could care less. Without warning his foot came down on Nkosi's and the younger yelped, staring at him darkly for a moment before turning around and letting out a loud humph. "Jerk..."
Once again he laughed softly, the sound of it echoing through the chilled air like a melody, before he turned his attention to the car. He and Nkosi made their way to the trunk, quickly pulling out at least three bags a piece before giving their driver a soft wave. The man quickly started away, and both of them started their hunt for whomever they were supposed to meet. As Nkosi started looking around excitedly, running here and there like some little kid, Anpu kept a soft and calm face, still much aware of the time and fact that most of the people were probably far from awake. "Quiet down Nkosi, we don't want to bother anyone..." They both paused, spotting what they thought was a girl beneath a blooming tree and it was obvious both were shocked.
Without warning Nkosi made his way towards Miki, ignoring the silent protests from his brother. It wasn't until he was only a few feet away that he realized the girl was in fact a boy, and a somewhat deviant smile spread over his face. "You're pretty... Are you perhaps related to the owners of this place?" His tone held lust and a great amount of flirting as well as teasing with in it. All was stopped however when Anpu's fist fell down on his head. His soft aquamarine eyes looked towards Miki, and he bowed softly, forcing his brother with him, before standing and offering a hand. "I'm Anpu, this is my broth Nkosi, it's a pleasure to meet you." Beyond his attempt his voice grew sultry and his hand moved out in a tempting manner. The siren in him began to show itself, and it wasn't until he caught on to the way he'd mentioned his name that a bow escaped him once again.
"Sorry," he whispered before feeling a hand on his shoulder, and the deviant smile that rested on his brother's face. "My dearest Anpu can't help himself sometimes... A siren is known to call to people, it is their job after all, then aga..." His words faded, and though he tried to move his lips nothing came for the longest. Anpu just smirked, pushing him back and looking to Miki with a lighter smile. "You'll have to forgive my brother... He's nothing but a little imp after all. A lust filled little incubus, though he acts more like a puppy." His hand rose to Nkosi who quickly stopped fighting the bind on him, and with a soft motion he gave back the voice he had stolen from his dear brother. "Now behave already..." "Yes mother dear." "You're such a child..." "And you need to lighten up." They glared at one another for a moment before turning their backs on each other with another loud humph.
"Jerk..." "Whatever Nkosi..." A soft sigh escaped him and he turned to Miki, eyes glistening in the morning light before turning upwards to the sky. "I'm guessing we're early huh? Oh well... May I ask though?" A blush crossed his pale face, and Nkosi laughed at the embarrassment he saw from his dearest, older brother. "He's hungry, we skipped breakfast this morning and he's hoping that we'll be getting some from you guys." "You could have totally explained that better..." Anpu mumbled, but Nkosi merely smiled at them both before taking a seat on the cool and somewhat damp morning grass.
A siren from the deep came to me
Sang my name my longing
Still I write my songs about that dream of mine
Worth everything I may ever be
Sang my name my longing
Still I write my songs about that dream of mine
Worth everything I may ever be
I'd take you away
Castaway on a lonely day
Bosom for a teary cheek
My song can but borrow your grace
Castaway on a lonely day
Bosom for a teary cheek
My song can but borrow your grace
Would you do it with me
Heal the scars and change the stars
Would you do it for me
Turn loose the heaven within
The Child will be born again
That siren carried him to me
First of them true loves
Singing on the shoulders of an angel
That siren carried him to me
First of them true loves
Singing on the shoulders of an angel
☆═━┈┈━═☆Don't hate me
☆═━┈┈━═☆Hold me tight and never let go.
☪ Florian✿Valeri ☪
☆═━┈┈━═☆Because I love you
☆═━┈┈━═☆I don't want to be alone, ever again.
Florian stepped from the shower with the softest smile, his hair still soaked and sticking to his face as the boy took a few steps to where a towel waited on a hanger. He grabbed the soft cotton cloth and began to dry himself, making sure to get everywhere nice and dry before throwing the thing into a hamper. Now he made his way to the sink, where a pair of red boxers dawned with black hearts. He shimmied his way into them. Once on he made his way into the bedroom, looking around as he entered the rather spacious area and sighing when he saw that Kubota wasn't around. Since they first made their confessions of love Florian had been willing to give himself to the other, but either out of pride, fear, or just the love of teasing him Kubota always insisted on waiting until he was eighteen.
Snapping from his thoughts, the boy made his way towards their closest. Kneeling down he started to dig through the mess that was his clothes. After a bit of debating on what to wear he finally just puled on a pair of tight jeans with a few rips and faded patches, a pair gray tennis shoes accompanied these and the hardest part of outfit making awaited. For a good ten minutes he dug through the shirts, going from one to another before finally making a decision. A black sweater with the design of a silver dragon dancing around on it was pulled over his head until it rested snug against his feminine body. His unusual eyes moved about the room for a moment and soon the boy was making his way towards the living room and kitchen.
Earlier in the day, about thirty minutes after waking around seven, he had already thought about what they were going to do for lunch. As he poured himself a bowl of Frosted Flakes the boys mind was busy moving abound the room grabbing a ziplock bag, an array of herbs and spices, as well as the olive oil. Once everything was laying on the counter and he was done with his breakfast, Florian made his way to the fridge to grab four flank steaks and soon enough had them marinating and waiting for lunch. That done he got to work setting out some vegetables and the tortilla before doing some cleaning and finally taking his shower.
After a moment of standing there and looking through the window with a spaced out appearance he got back to his initial job. The kitchen was a simple one, but very effective for the use of himself and Kubota. Stainless steel appliances with white wood work and a gray colored marble counter made up the room, and one of Florian's sanctuaries. The boy loved to cook, he would study cook books and watch cooking shows to get new ideas. Then he would turn around and make said recipes into his own. Had it not been for the curse as it felt from time to time, he would probably be in the middle of working his way to owning his own restraint.
With a bright style he made his way to the fridge, while his mind moved around the room grabbing the pans, cutting on the griddle, and moving things into their proper positions. Pulling out a small platter he soon laid the steaks out, while letting a cast iron pan get extremely hot and the oven warm for the tortillas. "I'm making fajitas so I hope you're hungry love." His attention turned to a few peppers, onions, and other vegetables. Four bells, three jalapenos, and a large vidalia onion sat beside one another and the smell of the heating pan told him it was about time to get things started. In his mind he looked over each one and imagining lines splitting them into symmetrical pieces. Sure enough with but a simple thought all of them fell to pieces and he quickly scooped them up and threw them into the pan.
"Hey want something to drink?" he called, a spatula moving around in the pan while he started to set the steaks out on the griddle. Suddenly the baking sheet lifted into the air and flew towards the oven, which opened then closed with ease. It wouldn't take long, and already he was flipping the steaks and had moved the vegetables off of the main eye to keep them from burning. A few minutes later and the steaks were done, he left the tortillas in the oven to keep them warm while turning his attention to letting the steaks rest for a moment. Running to the fridge, he poured himself a quick glass of coke then made his way to the couch where he snuggled against Kubota for a moment.
"I'll fix them once the meat rests a bit... I hope I did a good job." His eyes were soft as he leaned up to kiss the other's cheek, before taking a nice sip of his soda and letting out a light sigh. He sat there in silence for the longest, taking pleasure in his lover's presence. They didn't need words to sense each other's love, all they needed was to be against one another and the warmth of their emotions could shine. Finally he rested his glass on the coffee table and gave the other another quick peck and a soft wink before heading back to the kitchen. "I'll bring you a plate."
Using a mitt he removed the warm tortillas as two plates came flying by and soon rested beside the food. He sat the tray down and started to make the fajitas. Tortilla, vegetables, and then a knife that cut through the steak in little strips. Everything was going fine, he had three made a piece for them and was working on the forth with the final steak. Suddenly a light yelp filled the air and the sound of a knife falling to the floor. Tears welled in his eyes and the boy yelped in a most child like voice. "Kubota... I cut myself." He whimpered lightly as the blood trickled onto the floor.
His face was pale and his eyes frozen onto the finger. Each drip echoed in his mind and the boy truly looked as if he would faint. Ever since he was little Florian had a fear of seeing his own blood, odd he could kill another without much hesitation, but whenever he cut himself or was hurt it was like everything froze. It would take an outside force to snap him out of it, it always did, and the only lucky thing about the moment was that he wasn't bleeding over their food.
Snapping from his thoughts, the boy made his way towards their closest. Kneeling down he started to dig through the mess that was his clothes. After a bit of debating on what to wear he finally just puled on a pair of tight jeans with a few rips and faded patches, a pair gray tennis shoes accompanied these and the hardest part of outfit making awaited. For a good ten minutes he dug through the shirts, going from one to another before finally making a decision. A black sweater with the design of a silver dragon dancing around on it was pulled over his head until it rested snug against his feminine body. His unusual eyes moved about the room for a moment and soon the boy was making his way towards the living room and kitchen.
Earlier in the day, about thirty minutes after waking around seven, he had already thought about what they were going to do for lunch. As he poured himself a bowl of Frosted Flakes the boys mind was busy moving abound the room grabbing a ziplock bag, an array of herbs and spices, as well as the olive oil. Once everything was laying on the counter and he was done with his breakfast, Florian made his way to the fridge to grab four flank steaks and soon enough had them marinating and waiting for lunch. That done he got to work setting out some vegetables and the tortilla before doing some cleaning and finally taking his shower.
After a moment of standing there and looking through the window with a spaced out appearance he got back to his initial job. The kitchen was a simple one, but very effective for the use of himself and Kubota. Stainless steel appliances with white wood work and a gray colored marble counter made up the room, and one of Florian's sanctuaries. The boy loved to cook, he would study cook books and watch cooking shows to get new ideas. Then he would turn around and make said recipes into his own. Had it not been for the curse as it felt from time to time, he would probably be in the middle of working his way to owning his own restraint.
With a bright style he made his way to the fridge, while his mind moved around the room grabbing the pans, cutting on the griddle, and moving things into their proper positions. Pulling out a small platter he soon laid the steaks out, while letting a cast iron pan get extremely hot and the oven warm for the tortillas. "I'm making fajitas so I hope you're hungry love." His attention turned to a few peppers, onions, and other vegetables. Four bells, three jalapenos, and a large vidalia onion sat beside one another and the smell of the heating pan told him it was about time to get things started. In his mind he looked over each one and imagining lines splitting them into symmetrical pieces. Sure enough with but a simple thought all of them fell to pieces and he quickly scooped them up and threw them into the pan.
"Hey want something to drink?" he called, a spatula moving around in the pan while he started to set the steaks out on the griddle. Suddenly the baking sheet lifted into the air and flew towards the oven, which opened then closed with ease. It wouldn't take long, and already he was flipping the steaks and had moved the vegetables off of the main eye to keep them from burning. A few minutes later and the steaks were done, he left the tortillas in the oven to keep them warm while turning his attention to letting the steaks rest for a moment. Running to the fridge, he poured himself a quick glass of coke then made his way to the couch where he snuggled against Kubota for a moment.
"I'll fix them once the meat rests a bit... I hope I did a good job." His eyes were soft as he leaned up to kiss the other's cheek, before taking a nice sip of his soda and letting out a light sigh. He sat there in silence for the longest, taking pleasure in his lover's presence. They didn't need words to sense each other's love, all they needed was to be against one another and the warmth of their emotions could shine. Finally he rested his glass on the coffee table and gave the other another quick peck and a soft wink before heading back to the kitchen. "I'll bring you a plate."
Using a mitt he removed the warm tortillas as two plates came flying by and soon rested beside the food. He sat the tray down and started to make the fajitas. Tortilla, vegetables, and then a knife that cut through the steak in little strips. Everything was going fine, he had three made a piece for them and was working on the forth with the final steak. Suddenly a light yelp filled the air and the sound of a knife falling to the floor. Tears welled in his eyes and the boy yelped in a most child like voice. "Kubota... I cut myself." He whimpered lightly as the blood trickled onto the floor.
His face was pale and his eyes frozen onto the finger. Each drip echoed in his mind and the boy truly looked as if he would faint. Ever since he was little Florian had a fear of seeing his own blood, odd he could kill another without much hesitation, but whenever he cut himself or was hurt it was like everything froze. It would take an outside force to snap him out of it, it always did, and the only lucky thing about the moment was that he wasn't bleeding over their food.
I hid my heart from you...
Yet somehow you saw through the darkness.
The shattered mirror,
Was left lying on the floor,
A broken heart in tiny shards,
never again to be whole,
But somehow you found the strength,
And picked up every piece.
Was left lying on the floor,
A broken heart in tiny shards,
never again to be whole,
But somehow you found the strength,
And picked up every piece.
Truly you are my guiding light.
Please never fade away.
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Brilliant feathers fall to the ground like snow...
Each one covered with a bright crimson elixir.
You bound me to a world I never wanted to be in...
I only pray these are the only chains that bind me...
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How had it all started would be a good place to begin. Chrono was one of the many low ranking angels sent to earth in order to fight in this twisted war. Like many he despised it, like few he continued to even after being thrown into the fray. Though the angel knew his powers well, and could have easily used them to do many things, he refused to give in to the pressure from the idiots that the military had put over him. Like many of the new guys he was sent into a regiment known as the harem, all the members were either weaklings or just plain stubborn. Here they were broken in many ways, and the few who did remain strong in their beliefs were treated horribly. They were forced to service those above them, but no matter what Chrono would always refuse. He fought hard against them, many times kicking a** with the full extent of his power. However, they quickly found a means to slowly wear him down.
Day in and day out they would keep him from being fed, at first it didn't bother him, after all an angel can go a week without an adequate meal and still manage to survive. But as the days moved on, his powers began to fade, he began to thin, and the men above him gained ground with his emotion. Somehow he had managed to keep from being taken and retained his virginity, but still his will to fight faded fast. It was in this state that Hades had found him, in this state that he sat in front of the incubus, his mind easily crumbling to his will. He fought as hard as a weakened being could, but finally all went black. He never realized all that he was saying to Lucien, probably never would. Inside all that existed was a hollow emptiness and the ringing of a far off voice was the only thing to remind him he was still, in a way, conscious.
The sensation didn't last long however, and soon all faded into emptiness. As the poor creature lay on the table, his body twisted and turned until he lay with his arms under his head, face towards the vampire who had brought him in, and most of his body unintentionally exposed. Silence lingered then, the emptiness of his mind being eaten away as a deep gnawing of unknown guilt ate at his heart. Nothing seemed to be able to stop it, until. Wake up! The words echoed through his mind like a wild fire engulfing a forest, and soon enough his eyes shot opened, dazed and somewhat frightened. "You are my... Master?" A word had never stung him so deep, and it felt as if someone had laced his own tongue with poison, and aimed it against him. Sadly there was little time for thought, and instead a light whimper escaped when he felt the claw upon his flesh. "No, please..." It was hardly audible, the fear and pain taking away what little voice he maintained. It wasn't until those forsaken canines dug into his flesh that his ear piercing scream rang out through the room.
He was scared to dare try and pull away, so instead he continued to whimper, pleading for the man to stop. Slowly he gave in, falling silent and letting his body fall into the other's embrace. So, this was his master, a man if defiled could take his life with but a word. It was then he painfully realized he would never get home, and then the ends of all that blasted fighting he'd done just to get to this point became painfully voided. Anger was all he hand left, and with it he pulled away from the man, hand to his bleeding neck, as the other made contact with the vampire's face. "I'm not some steak for you to feast upon!" he yelled in pure rage, before his eyes widened at the realization of what he'd done. Instantly he began to scoot away, jumping to his feet and making his way to a corner. There he curled himself into a ball, waiting for the punishment that would soon be coming. There was no way that such a being would allow such incompetence from the creature he'd just claimed as his, and the poor angel was well aware of the inevitable.
"I'm sorry... Please, don't punish me... I won't let it happen again." Most likely a lie, though he would serve obediently to a master that rightfully gained his trust and admiration, the child was quiet headstrong, and he would never lie about such. Slowly he lifted his eyes to the vampire, they were lost and somewhat feral, reminiscent of what one might think if they watched a lamb being taken to the slaughter. It was at that moment, the time he looked towards Hades that the earlier moments came flooding back to him. Tears began to stream from his eyes then, and he buried his head into his knees so that he could cry out the painful tears that seemed almost unending. "I've killed them, doomed them all... It doesn't matter what you do to me now. I'll go to hell either way. In many ways he was lost and confused, unsure of what to do or say to the man before him.
Obviously he was scared to death of what all was to come, wondering if he would be punished and tortured, raped, or even worse. The fear radiated from him like a beckoning light, calling for someone to comfort him even a little. Finally after minutes of sitting there and arguing with himself, the angel stood, walking slowly to the man and looking up at him with sorrowed eyes. No warning came; instead he wrapped his arms around him, and turned his head so that the opposite side from his previous wound showed clearly. His eyes closed as he waited, slowly calming his body so that the warm elixir within would be perfect for the other to drink. "Forgive me..." Yes, he was offering himself to the man, his eyes once more filling with tears as his head rested against the other's shoulder. All he could do now was wait for that searing pain to run through his body once more, while praying that some mercy would be shown to him for his incompetence.
In a tearful voice, and muffled from the position his head laid, he asked the man what was to be expected of him as a slave. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought to become some vampire's pet, but now it was his new reality and he would have to find some way to get used to it. Even knowing this, he continued to whimper and cry against his new master. In a way he could sense that the man wasn't a monster like some would be, but he also realized that he would definitely have to be careful with how far he pushed the man. Then again, once food and rest had come to him, and the angel had regained himself to his normal state, the gods only knew what kind of actions could, and would be taken with the creature he now served.
Day in and day out they would keep him from being fed, at first it didn't bother him, after all an angel can go a week without an adequate meal and still manage to survive. But as the days moved on, his powers began to fade, he began to thin, and the men above him gained ground with his emotion. Somehow he had managed to keep from being taken and retained his virginity, but still his will to fight faded fast. It was in this state that Hades had found him, in this state that he sat in front of the incubus, his mind easily crumbling to his will. He fought as hard as a weakened being could, but finally all went black. He never realized all that he was saying to Lucien, probably never would. Inside all that existed was a hollow emptiness and the ringing of a far off voice was the only thing to remind him he was still, in a way, conscious.
The sensation didn't last long however, and soon all faded into emptiness. As the poor creature lay on the table, his body twisted and turned until he lay with his arms under his head, face towards the vampire who had brought him in, and most of his body unintentionally exposed. Silence lingered then, the emptiness of his mind being eaten away as a deep gnawing of unknown guilt ate at his heart. Nothing seemed to be able to stop it, until. Wake up! The words echoed through his mind like a wild fire engulfing a forest, and soon enough his eyes shot opened, dazed and somewhat frightened. "You are my... Master?" A word had never stung him so deep, and it felt as if someone had laced his own tongue with poison, and aimed it against him. Sadly there was little time for thought, and instead a light whimper escaped when he felt the claw upon his flesh. "No, please..." It was hardly audible, the fear and pain taking away what little voice he maintained. It wasn't until those forsaken canines dug into his flesh that his ear piercing scream rang out through the room.
He was scared to dare try and pull away, so instead he continued to whimper, pleading for the man to stop. Slowly he gave in, falling silent and letting his body fall into the other's embrace. So, this was his master, a man if defiled could take his life with but a word. It was then he painfully realized he would never get home, and then the ends of all that blasted fighting he'd done just to get to this point became painfully voided. Anger was all he hand left, and with it he pulled away from the man, hand to his bleeding neck, as the other made contact with the vampire's face. "I'm not some steak for you to feast upon!" he yelled in pure rage, before his eyes widened at the realization of what he'd done. Instantly he began to scoot away, jumping to his feet and making his way to a corner. There he curled himself into a ball, waiting for the punishment that would soon be coming. There was no way that such a being would allow such incompetence from the creature he'd just claimed as his, and the poor angel was well aware of the inevitable.
"I'm sorry... Please, don't punish me... I won't let it happen again." Most likely a lie, though he would serve obediently to a master that rightfully gained his trust and admiration, the child was quiet headstrong, and he would never lie about such. Slowly he lifted his eyes to the vampire, they were lost and somewhat feral, reminiscent of what one might think if they watched a lamb being taken to the slaughter. It was at that moment, the time he looked towards Hades that the earlier moments came flooding back to him. Tears began to stream from his eyes then, and he buried his head into his knees so that he could cry out the painful tears that seemed almost unending. "I've killed them, doomed them all... It doesn't matter what you do to me now. I'll go to hell either way. In many ways he was lost and confused, unsure of what to do or say to the man before him.
Obviously he was scared to death of what all was to come, wondering if he would be punished and tortured, raped, or even worse. The fear radiated from him like a beckoning light, calling for someone to comfort him even a little. Finally after minutes of sitting there and arguing with himself, the angel stood, walking slowly to the man and looking up at him with sorrowed eyes. No warning came; instead he wrapped his arms around him, and turned his head so that the opposite side from his previous wound showed clearly. His eyes closed as he waited, slowly calming his body so that the warm elixir within would be perfect for the other to drink. "Forgive me..." Yes, he was offering himself to the man, his eyes once more filling with tears as his head rested against the other's shoulder. All he could do now was wait for that searing pain to run through his body once more, while praying that some mercy would be shown to him for his incompetence.
In a tearful voice, and muffled from the position his head laid, he asked the man what was to be expected of him as a slave. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought to become some vampire's pet, but now it was his new reality and he would have to find some way to get used to it. Even knowing this, he continued to whimper and cry against his new master. In a way he could sense that the man wasn't a monster like some would be, but he also realized that he would definitely have to be careful with how far he pushed the man. Then again, once food and rest had come to him, and the angel had regained himself to his normal state, the gods only knew what kind of actions could, and would be taken with the creature he now served.
I wish I had an angel
For one moment of love
I wish I had your angel
For one moment of love
I wish I had your angel
I'm in love with my lust
Burning angel wings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight
Burning angel wings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight
Do you not realize I could kill you in a second?
In case you haven't noticed I'm not scared love...
It's so sad that it cannot last forever...
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♦Red Sun rising♦
♣Drown without inhaling♣
♠Within, the dark holds hard♠
♣Drown without inhaling♣
♠Within, the dark holds hard♠
♦Red Sun rising♦
♣Curtain falling ♣
♠Higher than hope my cure lies♠
♣Curtain falling ♣
♠Higher than hope my cure lies♠
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『ϯ ร ů נ ї ♡ ɱ α м ℯ ħ α ♡ Ð ą ζ ą δ』
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♠ 〖 I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas Plays...〗
♣ 【 Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me...】
♥ 〖 (I love it)...〗
♦ 【 Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start...】
✣ 〖 And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart...〗
◊ 【Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-ohh-oh-oh...】
♣ 【 Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me...】
♥ 〖 (I love it)...〗
♦ 【 Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start...】
✣ 〖 And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart...〗
◊ 【Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-ohh-oh-oh...】
▄︻┻┳═一 † 《 ...I'll get him hot, show him what I've got... 》 ☠ ─═┳︻
- She walked down the halls smiling as her bells sounded off her presence. "And the blood starts streaming, blood starts streaming, all the way down our hands! Hail, hail Germany! Hail, hail The New Regime! The Allies don't have s**t on me~ All bow to the New Regime! Watch the U.S set a blaze, see the blitzkrieg come again. Here comes the acid rain~! We salute our fighting men!" As soldiers past her in the hall the young woman giggled. They applauded her song and even whistled at her gaining a few more giggles in return. Some would say that she was the mascot of the Regime if they didn't know any better. She always held a cheery disposition even when on the battle field and never seemed to let anything get in her way. There were some people that held hesitation towards the sprite for good reason. Her kind normally sided with the Allies. For her to turn against them was taboo. But she was loyal, more so then some of the other people in the army. She spun in a circle, her dark pink locks twirling in the wind as she did so. "Nii Jienyiii~Oh Nii Jienyi, a lazy liar general." She stopped then cocked her head to the side. "Hmmm I was looking for some one..." She began to twirl once more as she sung softly.
Her voice filled the corridors and as she leapt on a smile crossed her face. "Oh yes now I remember." Suddenly her appearance changed and the little pink haired woman turned into a white beauty. She giggled as her white locks brushed against her face then stuck out her tongue. "I was suppose to meet Nefey now wasn't I?" The assassin was always glued to her partner for she was the only one who could calm the girls wild nature down besides Nii Jienyi. She clung to the woman like a older sister, admiring her though she could point out some flaws. She was always the first to jump on someone when they dared talk ill of her. It seemed the quickest way to get on the sprites bad side as to talk ill of the three people she adored the most, Ulrich, Nii, and Nefey. Though sometimes the woman was standoffish the sprite was persistent. She continued to sing he melody down the hall as she passed the guards. She could feel the lust that radiated off of them but paid it no mind. The knew better then to bother her. She danced effortlessly with a smile on her face then moved to enter her room.
She refused to remain in the same outfit for the whole day. She needed to change before she saw her pretty little vampire. "Nefey the mean eyed, Nefey of blood. She always has something smart to say~ but thats half the fun~!" She got dressed as she continued singing knowing the vampire would be able to hear her pick fun. A silk white robe embraced her body and trinkets adored her body. She chuckled as her wings fluttered then grabbed her staff. "Here I come Neffy!" Tsuji jumped up and down then began to sing once more as she ran off. Corridor down corridor she went until she finally reached the training area. She smiled deviously as she opened the door then laughed at the stiff guards that bowed before her. "What is this? It isn't my birthday. Up you go! Up, up, don't mind me I am merely passing through." "YES MA'AM!" 'A stiff group aren't they? Well thats no fun at all.' The woman stopped for a moment, looking over the before she was approached by a guard. "Lady Tsuji?" Tsuji cocked her head to the side then smiled. "Hmmm?" "Forgive me for being brash my lady I know you have places to go but...Will you spar with me?" The sprite grinned then twirled her staff furiously. "Hell yea."
They moved to the center then took their positions. Once the call was given the fight began and Tsuji attacked mercilessly. She was never one to pass down a fight. No, Tsuji loved to kill. The whole concept of war made her excited. She also hated to lose and for this she became a part of the Regime. She didn't care if she was send as a traitor. She just wanted to have fun and fight as she did so. Ulrich was always the best and she would die to save his honor. No matter what anyone said, he was god. She bashed the guard on the side of the face then kicked him fiercely in the ribs. He went down spitting out blood as he did so and making Tsu giggle. "Wanna quit?" The male gritted his teeth then stood and charged towards the woman once more. "Never!" The sprite grinned darkly then lashed out. "WRONG ANSWER!" They battled cruelly until the woman won, smiling down on the man as he licked his wounds.
"Hey that was fun! We have to do this again some time." The man smiled weakly then chuckled. "Yes...milady.." Tsuji grinned then froze. "GAH! I'M LATE!!" She took off in a dead run towards her partner knowing she was going to get nagged for being late yet again. 'Oh man oh man! I'm gonna get it. She must have been there for a hour!' Unknown to the woman it was more then that. Her poor partner mush have been waiting there for at least two hours. She spotted the woman in the garden and once she was in ear shot she cried out. "WAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH~!! NEFEY I'M SO SOOORRRYYYY!!!" She pounced the woman bringing her to the ground as she held on to her. As usual she wouldn't be letting go anytime soon until the vampire forgave her. "Waaaaaaahh~! I got caught up in my fight! Then before then I had to change!! Waaaah forgive me!" She held the woman in a tight hold as she cried.
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♦ 【 Can't read my...】
♥ 〖 Can't read my...〗
♣ 【 No she can't read my poker face...】
♠ 〖 (He's got to love nobody)...〗
☄ 【 Can't read my, can't read my...】
★ 〖 No he can't read my poker face...〗
♥ 〖 Can't read my...〗
♣ 【 No she can't read my poker face...】
♠ 〖 (He's got to love nobody)...〗
☄ 【 Can't read my, can't read my...】
★ 〖 No he can't read my poker face...〗
▄︻┻┳═一 《 ...(She's got to love nobody)... 》 -─═┳︻
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How beautiful death was once in the eyes of the beholder. He often found himself falling for the dead beauties he created more so then their alive form. Especially when he brought them to life once more. It wasn't actually bring them back you see. He merely used what little blood they had left to control their mindless beings. Sometimes he even kept them as pets but it would never last for too long. He got bored so easily. The dark violet haired man smiled as he looked at the crimson liquid that covered the bandages on his chest. Anyone that didn't know of him would think he was a victim of a recent crime. However those who were truly aware of his being knew better then to imply such things. He was never the victim. Always the torturer. He cocked his head to the opposite side then continued to run his eyes over the body before him. What was it that made people fight until the last breath? That made them look for the littlest light in the pit of darkness? Was it lunacy? Perhaps. It would certainly play a huge roll in the factor. But what else? Certainly there was more to it. Wasn't it? His smile never faded as he continued to stare. Just stare. He could do it for hours on end. Looking at his victims mutilated and void. It was a cruel source of entertainment but a effective one.
His mind slowly slipped back to the closer members of his Regime. Where were they now? Most likely in the crawling around to fill in his orders. And the soldiers? Probably at the pub. He wasn't resentful towards alcohol but found it rather useless. One man tried to state that he simply couldn't hold his liquor. He was wrong of course. At the rate that he could clean his blood it was almost impossible for the man to get drunk unless he wielded it. He rarely did. He turned his back to the body then walked away. "Too bad humans can't be as beautiful when they are alive." His hair covered his face but his grin was as visible as ever. He stepped out of the light then giggled at the fallen Ally soldier. "How stupid of you to waste your life on something so stupid. You will never win over me." He turned and walked on. How easily he walked away from those he mutilated, those he annihilated. He couldn't help it. With out a ounce of pity or remorse the man was heartless. And honestly it wasn't as if he hid it. He learned at a early age that emotions only got in the way. They messed with the thought process and irritated senses. They would always get you killed. Always. Just like his father, just like his mother, just like his older and younger brother. Each and everyone of them dead because they failed to realize the true monster he was. Oh well.
What could you do now? He had to think one very important person for his achieve in the homicidal wall of fame. His very own uncle. Who would have thought that Griel Van Douch would create his own down fall? Oh yes he killed his uncle too. He had no morals especially when it came to survival. He remembered how they battled senselessly. It was probably the first time he ever saw his uncle fight without laughing. Himself, on the other had was hysterical. He used his guns, a rare sight indeed. It wasn't long before he took the man's last breath. He was cursed out. Told he was making the biggest mistake of his life. In truth the only mistake he made was not keeping his body around long enough to do dirty work. He did keep him around for some time after his soul had moved on. A full month to be exact. As long as he kept their bodies regulated he could control them after death. Oh but the control took its toll. Past four months would cause him to go insane with weakness. However it was just a guess. He never went past a month. For you see the man never was that interested in the same thing for too long. He had destroyed the chance of peace in their world and frankly he didn't care. He wanted the war to last.
As he took his time walking on down the corridors and endless crowds of people, he probed minds, stole memories, and watched the lives of every day people. It was amusing to see how they cooped with the trials and miseries of life. Although some had it worse then others. From time to time he would pick up on horrid memories. Some so bad that they would even knock the up beat nature out of him. And that in itself was a hard task. The man often wondered were these people worth the paradise he intended to create. Honestly he didn't think he was worthy of it. No one was. How much more could they destroy the world? Wasn't this enough? To see the hell they broke upon this earth? Ah, who would care? They wouldn't these people were too blind to see the damage they have caused and if anything they were not willing to change. The only creature the man held in his eyes even a bit was his lycan pet, Wolfgang. The lycan was a puppy and that was clear to all. If he told him to jump, he did. If he was told to kill himself, he would. He would do anything in his power to please Ulrich and more. Oh how he adored his little puppy. He was always such a good laugh.
Albeit the lycan meant nothing to him. No not a thing. Nothing or no one did really. In the end they were all doomed to failure and that is what they would deal with. He continued to walk on with his grin gone from sight and his eyes just as vigilant as every. He looked on with little interest as he thought about the memories he had collected. So pitiful. So lifeless. He sighed then stretched. He was depressing himself. That wasn't good, lord knows what that would lead too. What to do? He grinned. Time to indulge in the antics of idiotic men. Of course he was going to his office. Where else would he go? it seemed to be the only place where stupidity would bother him constantly. He opened the cherry wood door then smiled as he looked upon the room. "What a mess." He closed the door behind him and made his way to his desk as he sat down and propped his legs up on the desk. He crossed his arms over his chest then sighed as he waited for someone to barge in as usual. Really all he wanted was silence. Then again that was a blatant lie. In the next five minutes his peace was ruined and two twins were thrown before him.
"You are running my silence. I hope you have a good reason you you'll be kissing six feet of dirt soon." He looked up boredly then cocked his head to the side. "What do you want?" He listened to their story with little interest knowing that the policia in the Regime were scrum of the lowest kind. It disgusted him but he said nothing as they told their story. Suddenly his eyes shot up and looked on as the twins began to retaliate. The calmer twin approached him and he nodded before taking the locket that he had taken. He cocked his head to the side then smirked. "Thank you my dear." He merely smiled on and watched as the one who controlled fire spoke out. "Your a bold one indeed love. I suppose they are rather useless and that is why I plan to get them for messing with my peace. But thieves are not tolerated in Germany my little fire bender." He listened on with interest then closed his eyes. "I see, but you should know it isn't right to steal under any circumstances. There you are wrong and you know it." He was having so much fun playing with them but that changed when the second man came out to attack. He narrowed his eyes then growled as the second twin ran to his side.
He looked at the little one with curiosity then placed a hand on his head. "Silence." He turned to the others then glared at them viciously. They stopped instantly afraid of what the male would do if they continued on. "You went to stop them because they stole? Is that all?" "My lord! They killed one-!!" Suddenly the man froze and began to cough up blood wickedly as the leader chuckled. "That makes two." All the veins in the man's body began to explode and his blood rained on to the floor. Ulrich laughed out maliciously then placed a hand to his face. "What a waste a life torturing these poor twins. But from your failure they will profit." He stood up then placed a hand on the incubus' head. "Collect your brother and follow me. You serve me now boy."
σн, ωнσ уσυ gινє ιт тσ
ฬђ๏ א๏ย ﻮ๏ภภค รtєคl เt Ŧг๏๓
ωнσ'ѕ уσυя ηєχт νι¢тιм
๏ђ, ฬђ๏ א๏ย ﻮ๏ภภค lเє t๏
ωнσ уσυ gσηηα ¢нєαт ση
ฬђ๏ א๏ย ﻮ๏ภภค lєคשє คl๏ภє
σн, ωнαт уα gσηηα тєℓℓ нєя
คŦtєг รђє ๔เรς๏שєгร
уσυ ∂ση'т яєαℓℓу ℓσνє нєя
๏ђ, ﻮ๏ภภค ๒є ค รђ๏ฬ๔๏ฬภ
кησ¢к ∂σωη - ∂яαg συт
ﻮยภรlเภﻮєг รђ๏๏t 'є๓ ยק
ι вєт¢нα тнιηк тнιѕ ѕσηg ιѕ αвσυт уσυ. ∂ση'т уσυ؟ ∂ση'т уσυ؟
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x♞` As usual. Do you dislike women? ~♞
x☄` Not really. I'm just not interested ~☄
x☄` Not really. I'm just not interested ~☄
x♞` Then, men? ~♞
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x☄` Not really. ~☄
x♞` ...People? ~♞
x☄`...Not really. ~☄
x☄`...Not really. ~☄
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Oops. Books in the main library came crashing down upon a man's head as he reached up for another. He winced slightly but never took the nonchalant look off his face. "Ow." He looked down at the mess before he took the book of his fancy and kicked the others gently to the side. The cigarette in his mouth stood ever to sturdy as the man plopped down and sat with out even bothering to pick up the books. No need to, he'd do it eventually. But that wasn't what he was interested in at the moment. He was avoiding Ulrich's men. Surprising? No not really. He always did when he didn't want to do something. What was it this time? He just didn't feel like being bothered with them. He was supposed to go with them into Romania but only because he needed some things, not that he really held interest for this war. Why would he want to go near those bastards? He was there a year ago no need to go backwards. He rubbed his eyes as he opened the book and looked through the pages boredly. Where was Florian? Cleaning up after the mess that was bound to come forth along the boarder of China? Ah, who cares? Not like China and Vietnam weren't going to end up killing each other anyway. He took comfort in his solitude, enjoying what little time he had before he was called or rather sought out once more. He was never one to entertain though many thought his antics were amusing. Lately the man had become even more out of tune with what was in front of him. A past visit from a old friend helped that. He never thought that he would see that mob boss again but what could he do about? He had stopped him on the street, his car pulling up to him slowly as the window lowered. He didn’t bother to use his gift to see who it was. The smell of Carmel hit him faster then the knowledge did and it took little to guess the owner. “Makoto, long time no see.” He looked at him boredly then raised his hand as his tail flicked to the side. “Yo.” The elder male smiled. “Need a ride? I’m sure we can drop you off.” He thought about it as his ears flickered then shrugged. “Yeah…” He waited for the man to open the door before getting in. “Still netural? I was sure that Ulrich would have taken you by now.” “Yeah…” "I heard you have quite the power.” “Not really.” The boss crossed his legs then smiled. “Enough to see the dead and know every detail of a person before they speak, did you think you had to keep such a thing from me?”
He looked at him from over his glasses. What was this man getting to? “Not really.” The other laughed lightly. “Forever speaking with out your heart.” “Yea.” The man snuffed his cigarette then turned back to him with a light smile. “Do you remember Tenjo's mother?” How could he forget? The woman worked in one of the whorehouses Li Fei's sponsored. He never understood the importance of such things. Was it really so essential to have some b***h wait for you on hand and knee until the time you wished to take them? …Not really. “I guess.” He answered in a nonchalant tone. “Can’t say I’ve seen much of her. No reason too now, no longer do I have to play babysitter of a drugged wrench.” The other man laughed once more as if he expected such a reply from him, but he didn’t respond. “It seems that charm of yours has yet to die.” “Nope.” Silence loomed over head but only for a moment. “She just realized Tenjo is dead.” That caught the others attention fully and he looked at the other with disgust in his eyes but his face remained ever so stoic.
“A shame isn’t it? He was always taking such good care of her. He deserved more…” He looked out the window then whispered out coldly. “He deserved more then a common death.” A book fell and the man jumped slightly. What happened? He got caught up in his memories. That was happening a lot lately. He got nagged earlier for spacing out on Florian when the Allies had come to once more apologize… Resting his head back against the book case, he drifted back into the memory once more. “A common death?” The gang head thought about it then crossed his legs. “Perhaps. But if not a common death how should he have died?” He didn’t answer. That was something he didn’t know as of yet either. But he wished he did. Even if there was the slightest chance of saving him that day he would of. They had a conversation prior to that day. What happened again? Ah, they were at the park. They had just made their way back from store, deciding that cutting through the park would be the easiest way home. “It seems bad…eating ice cream in the park like this.” “Not really. Its too hot to do much else.” He cocked his head to the side then smiled. “The convenience store's new items are replaced in a three week cycle. Therefore, if you miss the chance and the new item doesn't sell, you won't see it again.”
Tenjo smirked then shook his head. “Is that so? You always know useless things like that Kubota.” “Yup.” He looked at his ice cream cone then looked to his companion. “Hey give me a bit of your ice cream cone.” “W-what? Oh uh sure.” He took a bite of it them smiled. “Trade?” Tenjo looked at him then smiled back. “Sure.” He looked over to a tree then allowed his eyes to hover over a ball of white fur, mangled and destroyed. “Ah…” He walked away to the tree then kneeled besides it. “Huh? Kubo…?” He came up besides him and looked down at the battered mess. “A cat?” Though it was still young, it looked as if some sort of monster had gotten hold of it, and the flowing blood coming from its mouth had already turned to rust colored. He remembered, there wasn't a reason for this but, its internal organs covered with maggots. “Yea…Most likely a stray dog did this…” He reached for a branch at his feet then started to dig. “Kubo…You’re gonna bury it?” “Yeah.” Taka looked at the other before kneeling beside him and beginning to dig as well. “Things like this…are a product of human conscious hmm?” Tenjo smiled then chuckled. “Yea, or ego.”
And for the first time in a while, he laughed. He snapped back to reality when the man addressed him once more. “Do you think she remembers when you saved them?” “Nope.” The man smiled then looked at him as the other kept his eyes averted. “Still I am surprised. I never thought I would see you get touched by one person.” He crossed his arms over his head then shrugged. “Me neither. Learn something new everyday.” “I suppose. Maybe you and his mother can reflect on old times.” He smiled. “I doubt it.” He couldn’t help but hate that woman. She would always hit him, Tenjo, all because of that drug. He was never one to care for the lives of others. If it was any other, he wouldn’t say a thing. It was their life not his. But towards the only person he had considered his friend... “How long has your mother been using drugs?” He could see the shock in Takanori’s eyes as he asked him. “How did you…” “I went to one of the whorehouses with Sado. Her pupils were dilated. Not hard to tell...” He lit a cigarette then closed his eyes.
“After my father died she started up in sex shops. I can normally handle her but its getting out of control…” He smiled then pointed to one of the many scars on his skin. “I just end up with these.” “Yeah..” Taka sat besides him then looked through the window. “Your family…?” What of his family?“They live.” Takanori looked at him shocked. “Hm?” “For one that doesn’t react to a lot that’s surprising to hear.” He smiled. “Not really…” “Kubota.” The man turned his eyes back to the other beside him then cocked his head to the side. “Can you repeat that I wasn’t listening…” The man sighed. “Why am I not surprised?” “I don’t know…” The man regained his smile as he looked at him. “I said its pretty funny. From leader to neutral informant. Your rank has dropped.” He shrugged once again. “I was never one for a leading position anyway. I am way too lazy.” The other man chuckled. “I can’t argue with you there.” “Nope…” Silence came once more and a question stole his attention away. “Tell me Kubo, did you fall as hard for him as he did you?” He took the cigarette out of his mouth then smothered it in the tray before taking a new one and lighting it. “What kind of question is that?” “One of curiosity.” “Hm.”
Love. A useless emotion that always ended up in irritation and aggravation. When his parents were stolen from him then his guardian he realized all to quickly how short those emotion were. “Not really…” The man smirked then began to speak only to get cut off by his words. “Perhaps it is better to say I fell in love with the idea of him.” “The idea?” His eyes closed and he smiled carelessly. “The idea that I wouldn’t have to put on a charade around someone. The idea that I wouldn’t have to explain myself more then once, that I would merely be understood. Yea, I fell in love with the idea of Takanori.” The sound of the limo slowing down the high way filled the air. “Are you looking for revenge?” “For my fallen idea? No. I was quite furious I will admit. But like I said, we don’t deserve to die a common death…me and him.” He turned his head. “But, Sado, we both know that that is more then you deserve.” The man grinned. “Is that so?” “Hm. Ah you missed the exit.” “There is more then one way to get to Tanagard base. Simply taking the long way.”
“I can see that…What do you want of me?” Sado smiled. “Judging so early?” “I know you well enough by now.” “Do you?” “Yeah.” The man pulled out a box from under his seat then handed it to him. “This was Ten’s.” He looked at the box as curiosity grew. “It was intended to go to you personally. I suppose before he died. Do you know anything about it?” He opened the box then looked inside. A faint smile came to his lips. Mahjong pieces, stained in blood. “All to well…”
He broke out of his memory as the book closed in front of his face. How long had he been in that room? Five hours? Six the most? Who could say…? He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the mahjong pieces. “Hey Tenjo what are you doing?” The black haired man looked up into his face then smirked. “My set got messed up in the parlor.” “Blood?” “Yea stupid gang always fighting…” He looked over the pieces then sat down next to him. “Leave it.” “Kubo?” He smiled then picked one up. “You’re apart of them now. What better way to state it?” He looked at him as if he had three heads then back at the pieces. “I guess…your right.” He traced his finger over the stained piece then enclosed it in his fist. Just the idea… He only fell in love with the idea of him. For to fall in love with the person would be too much to bear, too much to handle once he was ripped away as he knew he would have been eventually… Or perhaps too much to allow himself to hold.
He had waited for him that day. In the office he sat waiting for the other to hurry up so that they could leave. Where were they supposed to go? He couldn’t remember. It seemed so trivial now that he thought about it. Maybe because the thought of where they were going was the last thing on his mind when the other stepped into the room. “Ku…bo…ta..” He came into the room battered and bloody. As hellish as it was then, now that he thought about it, he was never so horrified to see such a thing. Except when that thing was Tenjo He fell into his arms and he set him and the floor as the other smiled and apologized. “I was…delayed…” How calmly he explained why he was late as if it was his fault. “I understand. Don’t say anymore.” He offered to go get the doctor but a soft laughter made it all to clear that it would do nothing to help him now. With his hand in his and his head resting on his knee he almost forced himself to keep from attempting to call someone, anyone. It would do no good and only make it harder then it already was.
He opened his eyes then reached up and placed his hand to the side of his face. “Kubota-...This war...Is insane...The allies are blinded by failures...the Regime by power
You really shouldn't be in a place like this... You really shouldn't stay like this... You really shouldn't die a common death, in this sort of place, in this sort of way... I... I... With Kubota... Living...” What death should he die? His hand dropped into and the normal nonchalant gangster brushed a strain of hair from his face. “Yeah…” He’s eyes closed and though he could still hear him breathing his heart still dropped. “Kubo…I…You…” It never finished.. “…Yeah..”
He closed his eyes then sighed. Gently, the fallen books rose and hovered back to the shelf placing themselves neatly upon it once more. He looked up at the ceiling with little interest as he pushed the memories back into his mind. What a pain. To be bothered with such a thing when he should be worried about keeping away from Ulrich and the Allies unacceptable. He smiled at the though of being found once more. He would probably be nagged at by Florian once more. He wondered if they knew how easy it was to ignore his reprimanding… The man stood up and pushed back his glasses as he placed the book back on the shelf. No need in wasting the day here. He walked through the labyrinth of rows then made his way out of the room. With a cigarette lit and hanging from his lip he proceeded on. Memories could only do so much. Now If only they could do his job too…
Now that he thought about it where was his little fallen anyway? Hopefully he hadn't gotten himself into trouble again. The neko was not in the mood to go saving him. He held love for his little angel, that was clear for anyone to see. He was the only one to get the demon to listen any one or even care for that matter. After the lost of Tenjo it was surprising. No one ever thought that the neko would hold anyone dear again...
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x♞` I'm sorry...
I was delayed. On the way I was taken captive...
They took the drug...
Probably...
It was those Tenjo bastards… ~♞
x☄` Don't say anything more. I'll call the exclusive doctor now... ~☄
I was delayed. On the way I was taken captive...
They took the drug...
Probably...
It was those Tenjo bastards… ~♞
x☄` Don't say anything more. I'll call the exclusive doctor now... ~☄
x♞` Kubota-...
You really shouldn't be in a place like this...
You really shouldn't stay like this...
You really shouldn't die a common death, in this sort of place, in this sort of way...
I... I...
With Kubota...
Living... ~♞
x☄` Yeah... ~☄
You really shouldn't be in a place like this...
You really shouldn't stay like this...
You really shouldn't die a common death, in this sort of place, in this sort of way...
I... I...
With Kubota...
Living... ~♞
x☄` Yeah... ~☄
x♞` ...Kubo...I...You...? ~♞
x☄`...Yeah.~☄
x☄`...Yeah.~☄
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