&INTO THE FIRE │CREATED BY bickz_ │· SLUMS. │· KAEDE'S HOME & HELTER SKELTER FIGHTING PIT. │· CLOSED. │· YUNO (LavvytheJackalope) & KAEDE (bickz_).
Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 12:58 am
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Nothing in Kaede's entire life could have prepared him for his new life as a slaver-owner (and he uses that term very lightly now). Nineteen years of digging through garbage, living in the slums, just barely scraping by on stale bread, but none of those hardships could have come close to the relative hell he has experienced in the past week. Sure, he might be acting just a tad dramatic. However, after working so hard to get where he is and living in peaceful solitude for so long, to suddenly having this towering brute of a werewolf strutting around his apartment half-naked most of the time and acting like he owns the place...quite frankly, Kaede is all sorts of exasperated and frustrated. Who does Yuno think he is? That a*****e isn't the master around here. Yuno doesn't own this apartment, he doesn't make the money they need to buy food and eat, to pay for the bills, to put clean clothes on their backs. Kaede is the breadwinner here. Kaede is the master, and he is in charge, and he is sick and tired of being bossed around.
Which is why Kaede currently sits at the tiny round table in the middle of his apartment, moodily peeling potatoes. He's hunched over a big bowl where two potatoes' worth of skin sits. Next to that are two smaller bowls, one with the freshly skinned potatoes and another with several more unskinned ones. There is the most sour expression on the coon's face, as if someone literally pissed in his Cheerios this morning. But that didn't happen at all. Actually, he had a rather pleasant breakfast consisting of oatmeal and some fresh blueberries. That's not why Kaede is so disgruntled, though. The cause of the boy's childish pout stands just a few feet away at the stove, making all sorts of noise as he moves pots and pans and other things Kaede doesn't know the name of. Yuno commands the kitchen like a true chef, not once hesitating in his actions and sporting a rather firm expression that makes his master inexplicably annoyed. In his own apartment, the poor coon has been demoted to a potato peeler, and that is why he is so grumpy. Not because Yuno woke him up before noon, not because his bank account is empty after their shopping trip today, and not even because everything absolutely stinks of werewolf. No, he's upset because he was ordered to sit and peel potatoes.
"How many of these do I have to do? My hands already hurt," Kaede whines after potato number three. He flexes his sore fingers and looks up through his bangs at Yuno with a frown. Looking back down, the boy can see the nicks covering his fingers from his nights of sitting at this table and prepping all sorts of produce for Chef Yuno's five star meals that cost a ******** fortune. But, Kaede has to admit, each meal he's had since his slave's arrival has tasted really good. And they don't actually cost that much -- just more than instant ramen and discount oatmeal, which basically everything is more expensive than those things.
The first time Yuno made dinner, he wouldn't even let Kaede watch. The werewolf seemed to be convinced that just having his master within proximity of the kitchen would ruin the whole thing, even after insisting that he isn't that bad of a cook. It took a whole lot of convincing for the apartment's new self-declared head chef to finally let his sous chef just observe and under no circumstances touch anything. After passing that trial, Kaede was allotted the definitive title of food prepper, which positioned him at the table, far away from any of the actual cooking, and in charge of dealing with mostly produce. The teen was enthusiastic at first, loving the praise he received for merely chopping up a few carrots. But then the praise stopped and Yuno became more demanding and finicky about how things are done. So, Kaede understandably got irritable. And this is all while he lets his slave sleep on his bed while he, the master, has been spending his nights on the thrifted futon he had bought for his slave. However, the boy learnt not to complain too much after the werewolf snapped at him and rather roughly grabbed his arm one day, threateningly twisting it behind his back like some high school bully. Whatever, Kaede didn't care for that bed very much anyway. And now it reeks of disgusting werewolf. So he's quite content to sleep on the futon.
"What are you even making? Are you making mashed potatoes? Why couldn't we have just bought the instant stuff?? Isn't it cheaper?" Kaede drones on, his tone insufferably whiny. Even he is annoyed with himself. He huffs and makes one stupidly forceful movement with the peeler and slices his finger like an utter moron. The boy lets out a surprised yelp, the potato and peeler clattering to the table as he instinctively brings the digit up to his mouth to stop the bleeding. Wide grey eyes look expectantly over to Yuno, and the teen scowls. "Instant mashed potatoes aren't as dangerous either," he whines after he pulls his finger out of his mouth. Kaede inspects his injury and finds that it really isn't that big of a scratch, and it really doesn't hurt either. Still, he lets out another pathetic whimper before reaching for the potato peeler again. "Sooo....are you....are you ready?" His voice has gotten uncharacteristically quiet, and he doesn't even know if Yuno can hear him over the din of water boiling and food sizzling in a frying pan. s**t, whatever he's making sure smells good. "Y'know, for your fights tonight? Will you....will you be alright?" Kaede stares at the potato in his hand as if it is the most important thing in the world, knowing that if he makes eye contact he'll become even more flustered. Oh, wait, he's blushing anyway. Well, so much for that.
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Adjusting to his new life hadn't been so difficult. He'd gone from sharing food and space with seven other slaves to just one little master. Sure, the little apartment was much smaller than what he was used to. The warehouse had all kinds of space and makeshift amenities, separate rooms made from flimsy dividers, but each slave was at least given plenty of personal space. But there, Yuno was typically the one in charge of cooking for everyone, lest they all survive off of junk and eventually suffer for it in the rings. Yuno was a firm believer in what Tacks had taught him about eating right. He could feel the sluggishness weighing him down during his fights when he ate junk, versus the sharp clarity he had when he'd been eating well. So, obnoxious as the chore was, he had agreed to cook for the other ringers so that they could stay on their toes. Whatever extra boost to help them come back to him alive, he gave. But cooking in a kitchen of eight had always been.... hectic. To the point that Yuno had finally decreed that absolutely no one was allowed into the kitchen when he was working. And Yuno had very strictly enforced that rule, literally attacking anyone who tried to enter and bother him with their asinine demands and requests while he was working. He'd literally flung boiling water on Cannon at one point. So when little Kae had insisted on nosing into his space while he was cooking, it had taken a lot of restraint to remind himself that the raccoon wasn't a ringer, and a good solid warning punch might very well snap the kids sternum. He'd had to resort to intimidation, largely, and when his little master pushed it too much, very light mild forms of punishment, harsh grabbing and twisting, as if he were handling a small child. It was a trial for Yuno, who was accustomed to (sometimes literally) butting heads with burly brawlers and beating them into submission more often than not. At the warehouse, Yuno had been the undisputed leader amongst the slaves, the top dog by right of might and seniority. Sure, some newbies had come and gone who had tried to challenge him. But the only slave who had been able to best Yuno had been Abel. With his death, Yuno had assumed command of the ringers and tolerated no quarrel from them. He remembered when Edmund had first joined them. The lion had sniffed and stuck his nose up at the lot of them, as if he were somehow above them, and Yuno had been more than happy to drive the cats nose into the dirt to teach him some respect. Kaede was lucky he was as gentle with him as he was. He'd already taken more sass from the raccoon than he would have ever tolerated from the other ringers. To an extent, his restraint was indeed in part on behalf of the fact that Kae was his master. Certainly, he didn't obey him the way he'd obeyed Tacks. But Tacks had used tools and associates to drive fear into him. Tacks had something, someone, Yuno was afraid of. Kae had no such advantage over him. So as far as Yuno was concerned, he was the one in charge, and the two of them fulfilled different functions. As the 'master' Kae could hold down jobs, bring in regular currency, make legal decisions and secure them living quarters and the whatnot. And Yuno, as the one in charge and the larger and stronger of the two, would defend them both from any threats, would call the shots and decide what they did and where they went, and would pull in odd revenue from fights. Simple. All Kae had to do was listen.
But Yuno was rapidly realizing that he and Kae had something in common; defiance. It was hardwired into Yunos nature to be defiant. If he'd reigned that nature in sooner in his life, he could have saved himself a lot of pain and suffering. Yuno had been grappling with himself, trying to figure out the best way to communicate to him how much pain he could save himself if he just submitted. Yuno was far from the worst monster in the world, whether Kae knew it or not. And while Yuno might have held his own against some of them, for his sheer strength and size, Kae had no such advantages. If he kept this up, he was going to be crushed sooner or later, either by Yuno himself in a fit of rage close to the moon, or by someone else when Yuno wasn't there to save him. But the werewolf knew how difficult it was to teach submission to a being of defiance. He couldn't teach Kae the way Abel had taught him, his tiny master was too delicate. And Yuno wasn't good at solving these riddles. He was mulling it over, turning the problem over yet again in his skull when he heard Kaede pipe up again behind him.
When Yuno had finally given in to his petulant little raccoons demands, he doubted that he understood the gravity of being allowed into Yunos space while he worked, even just to watch. But, he found it was much easier to deal with one small intruder who shied away from most hard glares than it had been to deal with seven brawlers. So slowly, Yuno had been ceding bit by bit, allowing Kae further and further into his bubble of control. But, apparently, he could still find things to complain about. Yuno had no doubt that even if he'd just let Kaede take over cooking completely, he'd whine about that, too. Brat. "How many of these do I have to do? My hands already hurt," Aaaand cue said whining. Yuno rolled his eyes, glancing over his shoulder while keeping the saucepan moving in his right hand over the heat. "What are you even making? Are you making mashed potatoes? Why couldn't we have just bought the instant stuff?? Isn't it cheaper?" Yuno rolled his eyes, momentarily turning down the heat so that he could turn around to face Kaede... right as the twerp cut his finger on the peeler. He stifled a chuckle as he watched him stck his finger into his mouth with that pouty expression on his face. Annoying as he was, Yuno had to admit that Kae was at least cute. But really, it just gave Yuno more to worry about. It continued to amaze him that Kae had survived this long alone, and as a drug dealer no less. Yuno had already insisted that he be present for any and all future transactions; like hell he was going to let some desperate junkie tear his raccoon apart while Yuno sat in the apartment twiddling his thumbs. "Well first of all, genius, we really only needed two potatoes. We're saving the rest, since potatoes keep well." He smirked. "Second of all, yes, instant is cheaper for a single box, you get way less potato though, plus it's all chemically-flavored crap. So we eat real potatoes." Yuno crossed the room as he spoke, stopping in front of where Kaede sat. "Sooo....are you....are you ready? Y'know, for your fights tonight? Will you....will you be alright?"
And at that, Yunos mounting agitation simmered down and cooled. It was one thing Yuno just couldn't get used to around Kae. He hadn't been able to put his finger on it at first, but he had realized since that it reminded him of Abel because the older werewolf was the only one who ever worried about his well being. It was.... nice. "Here, let me see that." For the moment Yuno elected to ignore the question for the moment, instead grabbing Kaes hand firmly and leaning in close to inspect the small cut on his finger. After a moment, he concurred that it wasn't a big deal, but he licked the fingertip once for good measure. Yuno would have been lying if he'd said that he didn't enjoy making Kaede squirm with how flustered he got over any fleeting physical contact. While he did try to generally alert his master to when he was going to touch him, he seldom let on to what extent. Casually, he straightened himself up and crossed his arms across his chest. "As for the fights, it'll be no sweat. I'll tell you what bets to place against for each potential opponent. I'll stick to two fights, and whoever they pit me against, just bet the amount I told you for that one. This isn't one of the big league rings, so I'm probably gonna be leagues ahead of anyone they try and pit me against. Payout isn't as great, but it's better to play it safe with the shoulder." As he mentioned it he rolled his right shoulder, as if to demonstrate. He'd been out of the sling for a while, and despite the gorillas best efforts, the wound had healed very cleanly. But the muscles were still sore and a little tender, so Yuno would need to be careful not to strain it too much that night. "Anyhow, now that they're peeled, start chopping those potatoes into small chunks. Bite-sized. Once I'm done frying these peppers the broth for the stew should be done. After that we'll eat, head down to the rings, earn some money, and we can go out for once." He smiled as he said it, sashaying back over to the stovetop to readjust the heat and stir the peppers and mixed veggies in the pan. "And don't be such a worrywart. You know how I fight." Hell, it was the only thing he was good at, after all.
Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 7:48 pm
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In all honesty, Yuno is probably the best thing to have happened to little Kaede in his entire life. Since bringing home the burly werewolf, the coon hasn't been threatened once (not even while he was out alone). Usually, within a week's time, the boy has had to flee from at least one dangerous situation or has had to come home and clean himself up after being pummelled from a fight he couldn't escape. But, since coming into possession of his slave, Kaede has had time to recover from the wounds he acquired prior to that fateful night at the arena. The bruises that had lined his ribs and spine are mere beige shadows of the disgusting purple flowers that they were, and the scabbed scratches and gashes along his arms and legs are all but completely healed by now. It's...nice. But, the boy doesn't know how to express gratitude for something like that. He's not used to being protected and cared-- okay, no Yuno doesn't care about his master; the werewolf is just doing his job as a slave and a bodyguard. And Kaede isn't even sure the other man is doing it on purpose given how passively aggressive he constantly appears and his affinity for coming off possessive protective. Literally everything reeks of werewolf at this point, and most of the species the Ghost member deals with have honed senses and would certainly smell that alpha scent all over him and thus, know that he's claimed. That, and it probably helps that the coon has been bragging non-stop about his new werewolf bodyguard so almost the entire city knows not to mess with the little punk by now.
Still, Kaede should at least say something, anything really, to show his appreciation. Shouldn't he? No, probably not. Yuno might...get the wrong idea? Or just mock him. Yea, the other male would certainly laugh at his pathetic master for showing emotions and, ultimately, weakness like that -- especially since the werewolf already has a tendency to tease the teen for being so touchy and fragile. It's bad enough that they have their daily episodes of awkwardness involving brief periods of nudity (always on Yuno's part) and random touching (again, because Yuno has no ******** clue what a warning or consent is). Both of which a flustered Kaede consistently responds to with a yelp of surprise and a displease pout. And Yuno returns with an agitated roll of his eyes, an occasional chuckle, and sometimes even an arrogant smirk. The boy can certainly do without giving his bully of a slave more fuel with which to antagonise him.
And yet, here Kaede is, acting like a petulant child and further pushing the pathetically low opinion Yuno has of his master. In hindsight, the boy should know better by now that it's best to remain quiet and take what little respect he can from his slave. But, knowing that it's best to submit despite his life not being in danger right then and there has never been the coon's strong point. If the werewolf was looming over Kaede with a knife pressed threateningly to his jugular, then -- and this isn't even guaranteed -- would the boy possibly shut his mouth and let his pride crumble into nothing. However, that isn't presently the case, so the teen continues being the brat that he is, flashing a childish glare as Yuno smugly explains the potatoes while he crosses the room in just a few strides. Kaede is too preoccupied with being upset over his aching hands and his demeaning position in the kitchen to realise that his slave is demanding to see his finger until it's too late. The sudden authoritative grasp on his wrist is all fire and electricity, drawing goosebumps across the pale boy's covered arms. His poor senses are instantly overwhelmed, and he loses his voice. His mouth hangs open in a silent squawk while his wide eyes helplessly watch Yuno leaning in too close before swiping his tongue over the cut. The werewolf's tongue is way too hot, too wet and too slimy and just a tad rough. The coon involuntarily lets out a pitiful noise -- akin to a whine -- from deep in his throat.
As soon as his wrist is freed, Kaede yanks his hand to his chest and turns his body away as much as possible given where he is seated. His cheeks are a flaming shade of tomato red, but his mop of hair does a decent job of hiding his flustered face, much to his relief. Still, he knows Yuno can sense his racing heart, and the brawler gets some kind of sick pleasure from tormenting the poor coon. As the werewolf speaks, Kaede tries to listen, but all he can think about is how his slave just so nonchalantly licked his finger. The finger he just had in his own mouth not two seconds prior. Wait-- so that means...his saliva...is in Yuno's mouth! The boy feels his heart stop before beating a mile a minute. His stomach does a flop as his mind swirls dizzyingly. They just indirectly kissed! Kaede glances up through his bangs, wondering if the other male realises what he just did. But probably not. Yuno is almost always so cool and collected, and when he isn't being arrogant, he's roughly grabbing his master in a fit of annoyance. So there's no way he would get bothered by something so trivial.
Kaede tries his damnest to appear composed but knows that his effort is in vain when his slave is a ******** werewolf that can smell everything and hear what isn't able to be smelled. Still, the boy takes a deep breath, slowly releases his tensed muscles and repositions himself to face his workspace. His hands shake a bit, and his eyes keep focusing on the finger he cut. When silence falls over the two again, the coon doesn't dare to disturb it again. Not because he's scared of inciting the other man's anger, but because he knows how pathetic his voice will sound. So, the teen follows the orders he was given and forces himself to mull over what Yuno had told him about the fights. Only two rounds. Everything will be fine. And then they will have some cash finally. And they can go out! But, wait, where? And what does "go out" mean?
It's not until Yuno is finishing up his stew that Kaede finds his voice again. He looks up across the table, still meticulously avoiding eye contact and desperately trying not to look at the werewolf's mouth for some stupid ******** reason. "Uh, so...where will we...'go out'?" he asks quietly. The coon busies himself with looking into his bowl and reaching for his spoon. When he scoops up a spoonful, he takes his time blowing the steam off of it, not wanting to burn his mouth in fear of how his slave will handle such a injury. "I mean, I've-- I don't 'go out'. At least, not often." He stops, realises how terribly he's lying, before going on, "Okay, I don't leave my apartment, like, at all. But that's besides the point." Insert foot in mouth. And allow awkward silence to fall over the room. Perfect.
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Yuno was content to continue his cooking in silence. for him, it was sort of like a meditation, a quiet (dare he say peaceful) time where he was totally in control of the outcome. It was a feeling he'd seldom had in his life, so he relished it. Kaede didn't know it, but even though Yuno was bigger and stronger and would assert that he was the boss of him likely until the day he died, Yuno would always be dependent on him. The idea of running away had crossed his mind a dozen times over the years. He had, initially, simply been too terrified of him to every try it, but as he got older Yuno realized that he realistically couldn't. Even though he could easily escape from Kae, push his nose into the dirt and disappear into the night to leave the coon to his own devices, what would he do then? Go get a job? Even if he somehow had registration as a citizen (which, spoiler, he didn't, nor did he have any idea how he could possibly get it) he didn't know how to get a job. He didn't know how to do anything other than fight. He didn't know how to sign a lease, how to cash a check, how to perform basic day-to-day task management that allowed normal citizens to function and survive. He had no means of supporting or directing himself. The truth was that he needed Kaede. The truth, as it were, was that if Kae ever got too fed up with him and threatened earnestly to take him back to Tacks and that guy, Yuno would be cowed. With Kae, he had no right to the werewolf. There would be no more surprise visits, no more touches the day after the full moon, no more of that voice whispering in between his ears. As strange as it might seem, the truth was that Kae was the one keeping Yuno safe, and the werewolf would do anything to be able to keep hiding in the raccoons shadow. As long as he belonged to Kaede, Yuno didn't belong to Jon. And that was the most important thing in the world.
But he'd be damned if he'd ever let his master know that. He really wouldn't even admit it to himself, just how desperately he needed Kaede on so many levels. It wasn't a courtesy, Yuno staying with him. But Kaede couldn't know that. So Yuno would keep being a bully, keep putting the raccoon in his place, keep talking to him like he was an idiot and treating him like a possession. Because if Yuno didn't own Kae, Kae would own him. He'd see that he was afraid. Really, even continuing the fights was a consolation for Yuno, a way for him to feel like he was important to Kae, a valuable asset that could bring in some cashflow. After all, his potential as a cash cow had been the only reason anyone had ever cared for his safety or wellbeing. Without that he was just a piece of trash. Without that, surely, Kaede would get sick of him and abandon him. No matter how delicious his cooking was. When Yuno finally finished up, he spooned the stew into two bowls, sliding one across the table to Kaede and sitting down in front of his own bowl, immediately setting to eating it without waiting for the broth to cool. He was always a little extra energetic right before a fight. When Kaede finally spoke up again, Yuno blinked. Where would they go? He swallowed the mouthful he'd been working on.
"Uh.... I dunno, I kinda thought you'd have somewhere in mind? Tacks had sometimes taken him and some of the other ringers out to restaurants when he won big or they'd done particularly well, treating them to good food out instead of cooking at the warehouse. It was a very rare splurge, and every time it happened it felt like ******** christmas for those who got to go. Idiots like Edmund, who were always looking for a way out, were denied such privileges. You got to go out if Tacks knew you'd behave. "You don't have anywhere you know of that you'd wanna eat?" But he shrugged immediately after. "Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Let's worry about winning, first. He said, a coy smirk parting his lips enough to show his teeth, canines just a little longer and just a little sharper than most. "Eat up!"
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An hour and a half later, they were in a part of town considered skeevy even by the other slum-dwellers. Bits of paper litter milled about the asphalt like urban tumbleweeds, and broken bottles and crushed cans clung to edges and corners at every turn. While the surrounding streets were largely empty, there were a few figures lingering around one of the short, squat buildings in the middle of the street. Against the dim evening air, the neon sign flickered 'open' at irregular intervals. Yuno walked with his hands in his pockets and with the swagger of a man who may as well have owned the place, leading Kaede to their destination. He wasn't sure if he would know this particular fighting arena. It wasn't half as grand as the roman-style rings he'd watched Yuno in before. The cage matches were much more small and cramped, a completely different venue that required a completely different style of fighting. The werewolf wasn't sure how often Ghost members hung around. He nudged the raccoon with an elbow. "Stick close. Some of these guys wanna fight outside the cage, too." As if to illustrate his point, Yuno shouldered a tattooed thug as they moved towards the door. The moment the stranger whirled on him Yuno snapped his eyes on the stranger with a snarl. There was a moment of tense hesitation, but the thug shrank back from Yunos glare easily, apparently not even daring to mutter any insults under his breath, instead slinking out of the way. Yuno shot Kaede a smirk as if to say 'see?' and shouldered his way into the venue. Inside was what, at a glance, appeared to be your typical run-down bar. Small, cramped, packed with loud drunkards shouting at dimly glowing televisions on the walls. Cheap round tables crowded the floorspace that wasn't filled by the bar, but Yuno wasn't concerned and never paused, keeping his eyes trained on the back of the room. He led them to a heavy door, pulling it open with ease. As they moved through it, a short pale figure blocked their path. A stocky man with a bald head and a gnarly grimace held up a hand. "Heyheyhey, who the hell you think you are barging in back he-" "Dev!" Apparently paying no attention to the impending threat, Yuno barked the name happily, scooping the short man up as if he were some long lost sibling and crushing him in a bear hug. "Good to see ya, pipsqueak!" "What the ********!? Yun, that you!? Aw c'mon lemme down ya loony b*****d!" But despite his best attempts to sound angry, the short man laughed, swatting at the werewolf until Yuno finally relented and set him back on his feet. Devs expression had instantly gone from an angry scowl to a cocky grin. "Been a while ya big b*****d! I was startin' ta think you'd gotten yerself pinched!" "Someday soon, pipsqueak, but not yet!" he laughed "Sad news for whoever's in the cage tonight. I'm here with the new one." "Oh right, riight, I heard about that, Slimelord finally lost ya, huh?" Dev leaned to one side to give Kaede an appraising look, sniffing at the sight; he and Dev were about the same height."Huh. You sure he's-" "Yeah yeah Dev it's fine, it's fine! Now get outta my face, I've got bones to break." "Awright awright. Someone's in a mood tonight. Head on down. I'm sure Chilla will be happy to see you." "s**t, he's here?" Dev merely cackled and closed the door behind them as Yuno took Kae by the shoulder and guided him down the dark stairwell. When they reached the bottom, the stairs opened up into a chamber roughly twice the size of the cramped bar up top. All concrete and dimly lit, there were spotlights on a massive metal cage stuck square in the center of the room. There were deep gouges in the stone all over, and cheap folding chairs scattered here and there and lining the walls, but largely clustered in the center. There was another bar, albeit much smaller, tucked into one corner near a lopsided restroom sign and a rather suspicious looking door, as well as what looked to be a makeshift medical outfit already in the midst of tending to a slave who was either dead or very unconscious. In the cage, what looked to be a leopard metamorphose with her arms transformed was attempting to rip apart a water nymph who kept trying to drown her at intervals.
Yuno slapped Kaede on the back with a sneer. "Welcome to Helter Skelter, Kae. Not as big an affair as the Thrift Shop arena, but it's a better place to get started." The crowd packed tightly against the cage cheered as the leopard caught the nymph between his throat and shoulder before he could transform, sending a spray of blood out across the cage floor as he collapsed. Yuno laughed, watching the leopard woman literally kick the nymph while he was down, no doubt snapping a few ribs as he bled out while the handlers quickly unlocked the cage and set about pulling her off of him. "Heh, so, wanna start out with a drink first, or get straight to making some cash?" Yuno really wanted some new clothes.
[[ooc; welcome ta hell, Kaede!]]
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2016 12:43 am
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❝i wanna ℓσѵє ץσυ, but something's ρυℓℓιɳɢ ɱє αωαץ from you.. jesus is ɱץ ѵιяȶυє, judas is the ɗєɱσɳ i cling to..❞
If only Kaede was a tad more observant, just a bit more empathetic, maybe then he would be able to register all of the hidden emotions swirling within his slave. Someone with more experience in dealing with people would probably be able to spot all the anxiety and stress troubling Yuno. But certainly not his socially inept master. Even after living in the same five hundred square feet for over a week, the boy still feels like his new roommate is a total enigma. It doesn't help that Yuno does a pretty good job of putting on the tough-guy act, or that Kaede has absolutely no skill in deciphering social cues. But, maybe it's for the best that the coon remains ignorant to the werewolf's inner turmoils? What would happen if he actually knew what horrors lurked beneath his slave's stoic exterior? It's not like Kaede hasn't lived in the slums his entire life, has been used and abused far more often than he's been embraced lovingly. He can't even bring himself to judge the prostitutes on the corner or the unconscious druggies in the alleys. What's the worst that could happen -- that he would empathise with the other male?
But, until then, Kaede is relatively content to keep up the act they have. Already the two have built this silent code, a sort of instinctual interdependence on each other; Yuno provides wordless protection and effortlessly asserts his dominance in all aspects while his master quietly runs the household. The coon would be ashamed to admit how quickly he submitted and allowed his slave to take over the only safe-space in his life. However, now, it doesn't feel so much like the werewolf has intruded upon this small haven of his. As the two sit quietly at the table, slurping away at their stew, it actually feels...kind of nice. As if Yuno has nestled himself in and has become less of an overwhelming force and more of an established part of Kaede's home. It's not something the boy consciously registers, but somewhere deep down it has begun to take root.
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After the pair finished their dinner, it didn't take long for Yuno to shove poor little Kaede out the door. The coon could feel a sense of dread sink into his gut as their time of departure came closer. All day, he had wanted to voice his concerns, try to maybe talk his overzealous slave out of wanting to fight. But, all of that would be in vain. Just one look at the werewolf's fiery eyes would deter anyone from trying to talk reason into him. So, being the pathetic thing he is, Kaede let himself be ushered out of the apartment and down some streets. He could recognise most of the roads and alleys they went down. Even though the coon doesn't go to many of these underground fighting rings, he has certainly heard about a lot of them -- mostly just the bigger, "nicer" ones. However, that one ring he went to and found Yuno at was the only one the boy had ever gone to. All of the yelling and the smell of blood and alcohol and drugs is more than overwhelming to the poor raccoon, not to mention how peculiar he looks going there (most of the time he's mistaken for an actual child and kicked out of places like that). So, as they seem to come closer to their destination, the teen involuntarily feels himself becoming more nervous. One nudge from his slave has him jumping and flashing a wide-eyed look.
"Y-yea, got'cha," Kaede mumbles back, instantly stepping closer, way too close, so close that he can feel Yuno's body heat and the excitement coming off of him in waves. When the werewolf bumps into a stranger, the coon holds his breath and instinctively hides in his slave's shadow. The situation quickly diffuses with Yuno as the decisive winner, and Kaede can't help feeling eased by that. Not only is it reassuring to have someone so threatening on his side for once, but seeing the brawler take out some of his aggression on someone else is a nice change of pace. After seeing the smirk on the werewolf's face, the boy can't help smiling in response as they enter the building.
Just opening the door releases a whole world of crazy stimulants. Kaede finds himself faltering for a second as he winces under all the noise and scents assaulting him. He quickly recovers, not wanting to fall out of step with Yuno in this foreign, scary place. At one point, the coon feels an urge to reach out and take hold of his slave's clothes or arm or hand or something, desperately not wanting to get lost in the crowd and needing some form of comfort. But he pushes those pathetic desires aside, not wanting to showcase all of his anxiety. When they pass through another door, Kaede nearly walks into Yuno's back as he suddenly stops. The boy flinches at the abrupt yelling, but his fear fades into confusion when his slave seems to greet the other man. With a confused frown, he just watches the two interact, getting a glimpse at a side of the brawler that he hasn't seen before. The moment the stranger notices Kaede, he tenses and stares back like a deer in headlights. Big gray eyes glance at Yuno as if asking for some kind of direction in this situation. Does he introduce himself? Shake hands? What is he supposed to say? But just like that, the conversation moves on and the boy is being guided forward.
The hand on Kaede's shoulder is firm, yet comforting. He can feel himself relax, relishing the subdued warmth and confidence that Yuno exudes. But, it doesn't last long when the first sight the coon sees is two fighters tearing each other apart in a cage. His stomach promptly does a flip, and his instincts tell him to flee. He shouldn't be here. This was such a bad idea. He's actually going to watch people die. Wait, what if Yuno dies? What if Yuno kills someone? Kaede's heart begins to race, and breathing becomes a bit difficult as everything hits him all at once. When he had gone to the Thrift Shop arena, things were different. He was with other gang members. He was mildly distracted. He could leave whenever he wanted. He didn't know the fighters. Not this time. Here, there is only Yuno -- and he will be in the cage.
Kaede whips around to face Yuno, trying not to let himself focus on anything else around them. Don't think about all the strange dangerous people. Don't think about the metallic stench of blood. Don't think about the deafening screams of agony. Just concentrate on Yuno. The slap on the boy's back knocks him off his balance, and he almost falls into his slave's chest. He wants so badly to huddle close and get lost in the calming scent of home that lingers on the werewolf. Instead, he shakily regains his footing and looks up at the other male, trying not to appear as pathetic and desperate as he feels. The coon doesn't have to be turned around to get the gist of the carnage ensuing behind him. The triumphant cheering and sudden wafts of blood paint a vivid enough picture for the teen, and he feels a chill down his back. Don't think about it.
"Uh, l-let's get drinks," Kaede replies, but it sounds more like 'I think I'm going to be sick'. He allows Yuno to lead them over to the bar, not really thinking about the fact that he's definitely a minor and most certainly shouldn't be anywhere near a bar (legally, of course). "I-I just want some water," the boy murmurs to his slave. How does he even order something so mundane in a place like this? Surely such a request would get him kicked out, or at the very least, scoffed at. Which is why the teen doesn't tell the bartender his order. The look in Kaede's eyes tells Yuno all he needs to know: that he's scared, he's uneasy, he's so ******** pitiful that he can't even get his own glass of water. It takes a moment before the coon looks down in shame, expecting some form of reprimand for being so pathetic and childish. Since when did he rely so much on other people? Not too long ago the teen was fending entirely for himself, scraping to get by and managing to not get himself killed every week. Yet, here he is, trying to leech comfort and guidance out of someone he still considers a stranger. Maybe he should just throw himself into the cage and end his miserable existence.
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The smell of blood tingling his nostrils sent a familiar thrill through Yuno, sending shudders of excitement through him. This was what he was made for. Even as chaotic as the last week had been, adjusting to his new life away from Tacks and the ringers and him, the feeling of the rings was familiar and welcome. He already felt more at home there, amongst the stink of alcohol and sweat and blood and the sounds of someone begging for mercy, than he did back at Kaedes apartment. He was eager to get back into the ring, to be back where he was in complete control of what happened to him. He was a veteran by ring fighter standards. Three years was usually the maximum for typical ringers before they were either killed, seized, or in rare cases, managed to escape. But Yuno had nowhere and no one to escape to. The rings were the only home he had. So it honestly hadn't even occurred to him how uncomfortable Kaede might be in a place like this. After all, the whole reason Yuno ended up with the guy was because of him betting at the rings. Surely he had to be accustomed to it, right? He worked for a notorious gang, so the kind of unsavory people who clustered in places like this, pressing around the cage and calling for blood, they were just his typical clientele, weren't they? So when Yuno catches that note in his little masters voice, he hesitates for a moment when leading them over to the bar. Was something wrong? Was someone looking at him funny? Did Yuno need to realign someones spine already? But a cursory glance around showed that, no, everyone seemed fairly content to mind their own damn business, as well they should. So what was the issue? "I-I just want some water," He pinched his eyebrows, staring at Kae as if he were trying to decipher some kind of code. After a moment of silence, he rolled his eyes, turning to the woman behind the bar and waving her over. "Yo, where's the cooler?" The barkeep inclined her head to the other end of the bar, where a water cooler and a sloppy stack of disposable cups sat ready. While many ringers were just as eager for alcohol as anything after their fights, they always had water available to help rehydrate them after losing a certain amount of sweat and/or blood. Yuno trotted down to the other end, filling up two of the cups and returning promptly, passing one to his little master without any fuss. "Awright, now stay here for a minute and drink that. I'm gonna get my name on the roster. There's gonna be a few fights ahead of us probably, but after that we can rock an' roll." He moved past Kae, squeezing his shoulder as he did, partly an affirmation and partly emphasizing his command. 'Stay.'
It didn't take long for Yuno to find the organizer, since he recognized the bald man from his previous visits to Helter Skelter. But approaching him was.... new, to him. He was doing it himself because he knew who to look for and what to do, but in the past Tacks had always been the one doing the talking, deciding how many fights he took on and negotiating terms with the organizer. It wasn't exactly common practice for the slaves to register themselves. But it wasn't as if social protocol was going to turn Yuno into a trembling little sheep, like his master. So he strode over to the organizer as if he were the mans boss, an air of control and just a hint of hostility which, to the werewolfs surprise, the older man didn't so much as bat an eye at. But, at least, the older man didn't question Yuno at all. He fumbled a little throughout the brief conversation, unfamiliar with the protocol, but a few minutes later he was trotting back to Kaede with a smirk, plopping down onto one of the barstools next to him. "There, that was easy. turns out the guy who got bled out when we came in was supposed to be up in the next round, but they're not sure if he's gonna make it, so I'm going in after this one." At the mention of 'this one' Yuno nodded at the next fight, just beginning after the brief cleanup from the match between the leopard and the nymph. Now what appeared to be two lycans stepped into the cage, both somewhat muscular, one lean and one broad, and started their own deadly dance, dodging and snapping, using clever combinations of partial and full transformations to try and dodge and inflict damage. These were the sorts of advantages Yuno lacked, and had spent years trying to work around. Despite popular theories that werewolves made excellent fighters, they actually lacked much in the way of natural advantages the way most races did. He had no long range offensive to counter most mages, no way to harden himself against the blows of nymphs like his former ringmate, Cannon, no sharp teeth and claws to call and retract at will, like the two lycans tearing at each other in the cage. All he had was his abnormal strength to set him apart. But he'd survived for years that way, longer than most. He'd been burned and crushed, beaten and hacked almost to pieces, but every time he'd gotten out of it or come out on top. So he had one more asset to set him apart, and it was his primary advantage that night; experience. It wasn't something many ring fighters could boast.
He glanced at Kae again. why did he seem so tense? Didn't he realize that he had the biggest, strongest, most intimidating guy in the room at his side? Could he not see how easily these scaly brawny street folk skirted around him and out of his way? What in the world did the coon have to worry about? Yuno could probably wipe the floor with every person in the room, other fighters included. Kaede was as safe as if he was at home in bed. The werewolf nudged at his little master with an elbow. "Hey hey, what's with the face?"
[[ooc; sorry it's so short, I wanted to give Kae a chance to respond before tossing Yuno into the ring]]
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 12:13 pm
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Being the despicable runt that he is, it's no surprise that Kaede is totally oblivious to the fact that all the burly intimidating strangers he's so terrified of don't even dare look in his direction after one glance at the man next to him. For an entire week, this is how things have been, and still, the boy forgets. One would think that the teen would be accustomed to the beneficial effects of having Yuno around, of being doused in his protective werewolf stench that wards off any possible assailants. But, that is clearly not the case as Kaede all but cowers in his slave's shadow, trying to be discreet as he glances wildly about the room for any approaching threats. And of course, not a single soul makes a move on the pathetic coon. Nobody in the room is stupid enough to try to advance upon the werewolf's ward, because that would spell inevitable death.
Kaede is just a pathetic little scaredy-cat.
When Yuno suddenly walks away, only to the end of the bar, Kaede tenses up and watches with wide, fearful eyes as the distance between them grows. It's only a few feet, but in the boy's petrified mind, it feels like miles. He abruptly feels so alone, so very cold. He shouldn't be here. This was an awful idea. He's like a squirming rat being dangled in front of a snake's face. The mere seconds it takes for his slave to return stretch into hours, time all but freezing for the poor coon as he desperately watches the werewolf. He spares a glance around him, catches the gaze of a random person, interprets it as a threat; he winces. He can almost feel the eyes of the people around him dragging claws down his skin, eliciting goosebumps and trails of sweat in their wake. If it was even possible, Kaede blanches and looks down at his feet, carefully counts the holes in his shoes. One, two, three... He tries to match his breathing to his slow counting, but he knows he's borderline hyperventilating. This was so ******** dumb. Yuno must have brought him here to be taken advantage of, to be killed. It won't be Yuno going into that cage -- he's planned to put his master in there.
The sound of Yuno's gruff voice causes Kaede to literally jump, his heart slamming up into his throat, and he has to swallow hard to keep from vomiting. He looks up with those huge doe-like eyes, but immediately looks back down at the cup that has appeared in his sweaty hands. The words that come out of the werewolf's mouth are impossibly slow. Kaede's mind is still working in overdrive, trying to process all of the danger surrounding him, trying to calculate all possible escape routes to each awful scenario that unfolds in his mind. There's a hand on the boy's shoulder, a familiar overwhelming warmth spreading through that touch. Just a week ago, he would shrivel away from the caress, cower in fear of the pain that would surely follow. But that isn't the case anymore. No, Yuno is good. Everything will be okay. The coon takes his first full gulp of air since they came over to the bar and closes his eyes for just a second.
And then, Yuno is actually gone. Kaede allows himself to sit, not having registered just how shaky his legs feel. His slave disappeared into the crowd a few moments ago after explaining that he needed to get his name on the roster -- whatever that meant. For some reason, the boy feels oddly calmed now. Maybe it was the deep breaths he finally started to take. Or the tiny sips from his cup of water, But, it definitely wasn't from Yuno grasping his shoulder again. That would be ridiculous. How could a pat on his arm make him feel better? It doesn't take long for the dreadlocked man to return with his signature smirk, exuding all sorts of smugness. Kaede can't help giving a meek smile in response, but quickly hides behind his cup. He still feels disgustingly pathetic, like he shouldn't be here and that he's just a burden. Yuno explains the situation, and it sounds like a foreign language to Kaede, so he just nods politely. He's afraid that his voice will give away just how uneasy he still feels.
The sounds of cheering and growling fill the area again, and Kaede can't help cringing. He busies himself with ripping the edges of his now empty cup, trying to focus on anything but where he is and what happens here. People pay to watch other people die here. The boy shakes his head, frowns. He should have ordered Yuno not to fight anymore. But, he probably wouldn't have listened anyway. This is the werewolf's natural habitat -- a place that reeks of blood and death and fear. It makes Kaede's stomach flip, yet he doesn't feel afraid of Yuno like he should. He just feels...sympathetic. The jab at the boy's side tears him from his thoughts, and he looks up quickly. What's with his--? Oh.
Kaede forces out a painfully awkward dorky grin. "It's rude to make fun of other people's faces," he snaps back playfully. The tone of Yuno's voice was low and kind, very unlike him, but in all the good ways. Yet, it made the coon unsure. How was he supposed to respond? There's no way he could tell his slave how he actually feels, how he wants to go home and bicker some more over food and who gets to shower first and sleep in the bed that smells like him. He can't say any of that. "So, you're on stage next? What...what do-- what am I supposed to do?" Kaede tries to sound as collected as possible, but he just sounds really apprehensive. "I'm really not sure how any of this works. I-I've only been to these fights a handful of times." Correction: two times. "Do people just, like, place bets? Or do I-- ********, dude, I don't know." Kaede heaves a sigh and runs a hand through his hair, his facade crumbling as he frowns anxiously.
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Yuno snorted a little, glad for the little bit of spunk Kaede showed him by telling him he was rude for commenting on his face. Yuno still couldn't quite comprehend how or why Kae could be uncomfortable in a place like this. The sound of heavy flesh colliding with the metal cage, making the whole thing rattle loudly as the crowd cheered while the lean lycan beat in the face of the broad one, who still wasn't backing up, was practically music to the werewolfs ears. Yuno couldn't begin to understand Kaedes fear. This place was full of ins and outs, opportunities and openings amongst a mob of idiotic wealthy patrons who were mostly half drunk. Yuno wasn't afraid, not of anything in this building. Yuno knew fear. He understood it, demanded it as an offering to him by those he ground beneath his heel. Fear was a tool, he knew that. Fear was made to keep the rowdy in line and obedient. Fear was his weapon of choice here. Fear was never far from him, but it never held him in its grasp. Not here. The kinds of things that inspired fear in the werewolf weren't the things that most people quivered at. Kae shrank back from strangers and crowds, from the smell of blood and sweat and the sounds of conflict and anger. To Yuno, those were the sounds of freedom, the smells of men controlling their own, immediate destiny. Yuno feared ropes laying in neat coils on the ground. Yuno feared the sound of a heavy metal door closing behind him. He feared the pressure of a collar around his neck, the sensation of his throat closing and leaving him unable to breathe. Yuno feared cool hands on his bare skin, and the creeping dread that what he was seeing wasn't real. But feeling flesh and muscle collide with his own woke him up, assured him that his life wasn't a dream. He wasn't locked up or tied somewhere else, he was here and now and that invigorated him. And the energy crackled through him when the smell of blood spiked the air again as the broad lycan lost a couple teeth to the smaller guys fists. For a moment, he wanted to be that smaller lycan. He wanted to feel the satisfying snap of the roots of those bony teeth giving way under his fists. He closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath of that bloody smell and the sounds of the larger lycan rounding on him in retaliation, letting out a low grumble without thinking. He'd be there soon enough. He opened his eyes again, sneering down at his little master. He was getting wound up. The full moon was getting close, and he was practically twitching to get into the ring. Hell, just two fights might not even be enough to satisfy him. He wanted blood. He wanted bone snapping and flesh ripping and people crying and begging beneath his feet. He wanted people begging for mercy they wouldn't get, not from him. He was free in the cage. Free to do whatever the hell he wanted. He was close. But not yet. He tried to reign in his excitement, cracking his knuckles impatiently as he explained the system to Kaede.
Of course, the raccoon didn't know how things worked. He'd been in the rings with his gangbanger buddies before. Knowing Kae, he was probably just tailing along after them letting them call the shots. How had Kaede managed to place a bet on Yunos fight to win him in the first place, he wondered? Anyone in their right mind would have bet against an exhausted fighter with a gaping wound in his shoulder. The wound was still mildly sore, but it had been closing up nicely. "All right, here's how it'll go. When one of these two meatheads bites the dust, they'll take a break to clean up the cage. You know, mop up the blood so we don't slip an' all. You can make impromptu bets with other spectators any time, but they'll only take official bets during the cleanup round when they announce the next fight. They'll name the fighters, state the odds, and take bets. You get a cut of the winnings by default, as an owner, but that shits chump change." He waved a hand dismissively. He said 'cut of the winnings' as if his victory was already guaranteed, not even bothering to mention that, if Yuno lost, they got nothing. "Winnings are done by percentages. So the more people bet, the more we make. That's why you always wanna keep the fights close, ya see? Keep 'em interesting, make 'em guess." In the cage, the burly lycan had grabbed the lean one by the neck, hoisting the smaller man off of the ground and into the air above him as his opponent shifted his hands into claws and snapped and tore at the arm squeezing the life out of him, gasping pathetically and kicking while the crowd roared and shook the bars. Keeping fights interesting was one of the things Tacks praised him for once he got to be pretty good. Of course, for Yuno, it was just a matter of having fun. If he beat his opponents too quickly, he didn't get to fight for as long. "So you'll wanna place your bet when I step up and they're cleaning. And after that, all you gotta do is sit back and watch the show. Most of the scrubs here are newish, so it'll be a cakewalk. Still, I'll try and make the first round seem close so there'll be more bets against me second round."
Just as Yuno was wrapping up his explanation, there was a loud groan as the burly lycan finished choking out the scrawny one, dropping his limp body to the floor and spitting out a splatter of bright red blood and fragments of his own teeth, swearing. The cleaners hurried in, clapping what looked like a collar of some kind onto the victor to lead him out while another one knelt down to check the losers pulse. Yuno was watching the fighter in the collar with eyes suddenly gone terribly serious and intense. He didn't even notice the cleaners declaring that the loser was just knocked out, not dead, and peeling him off the floor and into the hands of the half-trained paramedics in the back, who were still trying to get the nymph from before stable. His face had slowly set into a hard scowl, glaring not at the winner himself, but at the collar around his throat. It wasn't until he caught sight of the cleaners shuffling in to get rid of the blood and teeth and sweat that Yuno snapped out of his angry haze. He lowered his eyes to his little master again. The kid was practically quaking every time someone so much as glanced at him. Yuno really never would understand it. "That's my cue. Look, quit bleeding fear all over the place, you'll give people the wrong idea. Just.... think about the fact that, if anyone touches ya, I'll rip their spines outta their necks, all right? Hell, you shout at me while I'm in the cage, I'll bust the lock, kill whoevers buggin' ya, and then go back in and finish the match. So quit shivering and go place a bet when they call for it." He spoke easily, as if every word that left his lips could be nothing less than the truth. As if the idea of him breaking out of the cage to smash some lechers face in was completely feasible, commonplace even. He stood, clapping Kae on the back. "I'm doing all the hard work for ya, a'ight? so just relax. I'll be back in a flash." He flashed his sharp smile at him one more time before heading off to the fighters corner while the layman started calling for bets. Yuno caught the names as he crossed the room,
"NEXT UP! WEREWOLF YUNO, VERSUS META CHILLA!" Yuno paused mid-stride, growling and rolling his eyes. For ******** sake. "Are you ******** kidding me?" He turned around, scanning the room with his eyes before finding who he was looking for. A smug, lean man with a mop of shaggy brown hair, slitted green eyes, and a huge, s**t-eating grin. The metamorphose flicked his forked tongue out at him. Yuno and Chilla had a bit of a history. Most of that history being, Yuno kinda killed his boyfriend in the rings, and the metamorphose had vowed revenge since. That night was going to be his first chance to follow through. Of course it was. It just had to be Chilla, arguably the most experienced fighter there, aside from Yuno himself. Yuno was glad he'd already taken his leave of Kae, so the raccoon couldn't see the frustration on his face. He wasn't exactly confidant about taking on the snake with his shoulder still not fully healed.
A few minutes later, Yuno was ushered into the cage, followed by Chilla. The snake seemed more than pleased with the situation. The werewolf squinted under the lights. With all of them pointed towards the cage, he could only make out the vague shape of the crowd surging around the cage. He wouldn't know if Kae was pressed up against the bars. Chilla hissed, grinning wide as the cage door locked behind him and the crowd began to roar, clearly expecting a good show from the two veterans. "I'm sure lucky tonight~ I'll get to take you apart myself." The snake hissed. Yuno snorted. "Jusssssst try it, asssss." Yuno spat mockingly. He would later regret not going with some quip about turning him into a wallet. Chilla lunged without warning, elongating his neck as he did to lash out with long fangs. Yuno dodged to the side, skirting along the edge of the cage nimbly. There was no wide open space like the thrift shop arena, so there was no getting away from a slippery character like Chilla. As Yuno moved, he struck out as well, launching fists and elbows directed at the snakes collar and ribs. But Chilla was just as fast as Yuno, lithe like liquid, dancing around him in seemingly impossible movements, changing parts of his body at a time so skillfully, you'd think he was just made of rubber, elongating here and shortening there. Yuno just counted himself lucky that the metamorphose could only elongate his spine and not his arms. But, be that as it may, those lanky arms of his had plenty of reach without any help. Yuno dodged to the right again, preparing to feint a move when he suddenly lost his footing. He went tumbling backwards, banging his head on the cage as he went sprawling onto his backside with a hiss of pain. "What the ********> He glanced down to see Chillas long tail sprawled out under his feet. The ******** had tripped him using his tail. As he tried to bolt back onto his feet, Chilla slammed a foot down into his chest, driving all of his weight behind it, knocking the wind out of the werewolf and leaving him gasping. The snake hissed cruelly over him, grinding his heel into the werewolfs ribs. Yuno snarled, aiming a punch at the offending knee. It landed, forcing the snake to recoil, but as Yuno tried, again, to jump onto his feet, he was yanked down, Chillas tail coiled around his ankle and yanking his feet from under him. This time when his opponent brought down his foot, he stomped on Yunos neck. He made a choking, gagging sound, that was mostly the air being pushed out of him. "You never stood a chance, you filthy mutt! I'll end you!" Chilla was seething with confidence and rage, crushing Yunos esophagus beneath his foot, continuing to pull one of his legs back and into the air with his tail, keeping the werewolf right where he wanted him. But the reptile made one mistake. A fatal flaw. Mutt, he'd said. He called him a filthy mutt.
It wasn't the first time he'd heard it, and the feeling of being unable to breathe completed the circle of rage in him. With a vicious snarl, Yuno grabbed the snakes foot on his throat with both hands, twisting suddenly and violently with all his strength. The sound of his knee snapping was clearly audible, causing the snake to shriek and stagger backwards. Yuno coughed and sputtered but never stopped moving, lunging at his opponent and grabbing him by the throat. Despite reeling in pain, Chilla moved instantly, elongating his neck where Yuno held him in a deathgrip and sinking his teeth into the muscle of Yunos forearm. "AAUGH! ********> Yuno snarled, lurching his entire body to throw his arm against the wall of the cage, bashing Chillas head into it. The snake let go on the first impact, sputtering and wrapping his hands around Yunos arm, trying to pry it away while kicking out desperately with his feet. But Yuno was filled with hate. With rage and pent up emotions that he only ever let out in moments like these. He slammed the snake against the wall again. Chillas eyes fluttered, but he hissed at the werewolf. <******** dog-!" And that tore it.
So Yuno tore him. Keeping one hand on the serpents neck, unthinking, he grabbed the man by the top of the skull, one big hand easily gripping him, and yanked as hard as he could. And Yuno could yank pretty damn hard. It was sudden and quick, a loud, sickly wet snapping and popping sound, and then the sick noise of flesh ripping and tearing, the splattering of hot blood spilling onto the cage floor, spewing from the gaping cavity that had been the place where Chillas neck met with his shoulder just a moment ago. The crowd wailed, some of the spectators crowded near the front no doubt covered in a wash of snake blood, although Yuno couldn't see that. He couldn't see anything. His vision was still white with rage, and blood filled his nostrils, painted his hands bright crimson as he violently tossed the snakes body onto the ground with a sick splat. Chilla had shreiked as he died, but the sound had devolved into a disgusting gurgle as he collapsed. His limp body continued to drain out on the floor of the cage as the cleaners unlocked it to shuffle Yuno out. He snarled at them at first, still filled with seething hatred and a need to shred flesh and bone. The cleaners hesitated, but only for a moment. They didn't have time to flinch away from every pissed off fighter in their midst. Slowly Yuno blinked, growling with his sore, raspy throat. He brought up a hand to his neck, rubbing at it and backing away from the edge of his rage, letting the cleaners shuffle him out of the cage. He left red blood ringing his neck as he pulled his hand away, staring down at the bright red rapidly changing to rust while the cleaners handed him a towel. A paramedic briefly shined a small light in his eyes, making sure his pupils still dilated, before waving him off, declaring that he was fine, and going back to trying to keep the water nymph stable. ".....s**t." The rush was fading, leaving him tired and with a sore throat.
That brought his count up to four.
bickz_
Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2017 1:18 am
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❝i wanna ℓσѵє ץσυ, but something's ρυℓℓιɳɢ ɱє αωαץ from you.. jesus is ɱץ ѵιяȶυє, judas is the ɗєɱσɳ i cling to..❞
It's as if the fighters in the ring can sense Kaede's fear, how much he hates the coppery scent of blood and the gut-wrenching groans of pain. The sounds and smells become more potent as the fight carries on, as its spectators continue to scream and clap, cheering on the sick show. Kaede doesn't dare glance over there -- he can interpret almost exactly what is happening. He can see out of his peripherals that Yuno keeps looking over to the cage, each glance longer than the last until he's outright staring. There's something akin to the sweetness of childlike joy that mixes into the werewolf's aroma, and that comes as no surprise. Still, it causes Kaede to feel unsettled, maybe a bit disappointed. But, how could he have thought that there was a sliver of a chance that Yuno isn't some bloodthirsty monster? It's clear in everything he does that the werewolf exists merely to elicit fear and pain from others. How foolish of him.
How ignorant of him.
When Yuno begins his explanation of how the betting works, Kaede obediently looks up through his mess of hair. He appears slightly less terrified and seems actually interested despite how his hands continue to shake. He wants to absorb everything his slave has to tell him, fearing that ******** this up could end with them both in trouble somehow. He's used to being punished for his own idiocy, but causing someone else -- especially Yuno -- to also experience the repercussions...he definitely can't allow that to happen. So, the small boy nods to show his comprehension, his mouth set in a serious line as he wishes he had done research on this before they left the apartment. Well, there's not much else he can do about it now. As the gravity of his role settles into the pit of Kaede's stomach, he clenches his fists and squares his jaw. Yuno is giving him a task and there is no room for mistakes. The coon doesn't even want to think about the consequences of not fulfilling his end of this. There is only one option and that is to do as he is expected , mostly in hope of winning the werewolf's favour.
As if on cue, the fight inside that impossibly small cage seems to come to a gruesome end. Kaede reflexively turns his head towards the agonising noises, the desperate whimpers and the nerve-shattering growls. He immediately cringes and squeezes his eyes shut, but that image of the smaller lycan being mercilessly choked is burned onto his eyelids. It's not long before everything is drowned out by the sounds of fervent footsteps, of joyous cries and defeated whines. Kaede dares a peek, only to find the larger lycan being led out of the cage as a handful of people crouch over what he assumes to be the other fighter. He feels his stomach lurch and without thinking, his eyes seek out Yuno. But what he finds there isn't comfort. Instead, he glimpses a hard expression on the werewolf's face, one unlike he's ever seen. All of that excitement and beastly instinct is nowhere to be found. Even with Kaede's garbage eyesight and this shitty lighting he can see that the fiery Yuno he knows isn't next to him right now; in his place sits a Yuno that has seen and experienced s**t that his little master will probably never know of nor understand.
And just like that, Yuno returns. His eyes meet Kaede's and the smaller male freezes, scrambles to come up with an excuse for his staring. But, thankfully, the werewolf doesn't seem to have noticed. The coon opens his mouth to protest his slave's teasing, wanting to preserve what little pride he has left. "H-hey, I'm not--" He stops, hearing the rest of Yuno's declaration. Kaede has known since he brought the werewolf home that he would be protected from here on out. Yet, actually hearing it...it stirs something in the boy. His mouth hangs open as his mind struggles to process what he's just been told. He shouldn't be so flabbergasted by this, but no one has ever promised to protect him so fiercely before. All Kaede can do is give a slight nod and a mumbled "okay". He musters a small half-smile when he's patted on the back and tries to contain how giddy Yuno's smirk makes him.
This time when Yuno walks away, Kaede feels a thousand times less terrified. Okay, well, maybe not that much. But at least he's able to take a deep breath and push himself to his feet. Everything else after that turns into a slight blur of lights and yelling. He recalls slinking easily through the crowds, claiming himself a front row seat, which he would later regret. Through some manner of witchcraft (and probably due to Yuno's existing popularity), Kaede manages to get bets rolling. He pulls out all of the charisma in his tiny body, putting on a s**t-eating grin and rallying people to put money in his pocket. Something about how Yuno had put so much trust and devotion into him got Kaede to bite back his trepidation and finally grow a pair. At least, for tonight. Anything to not incite the werewolf's wrath. So, by the time Yuno finally saunters into the blazing lights of the cage, Kaede has played his part and can just sit back and enjoy the show.
But how the ******** can anyone enjoy this?
At some point early on in the fight, Kaede brought his hands up to his face either to cover his mouth or eyes or ears or some variation of all three. He teeters between gasping in shock, letting out a puff of relief, and wincing fearfully. The boy keeps telling himself that this is all a show, it's just like that fake wrestling they play on cable on Saturday night. Yuno is pretending to be in pain, and it's all just for show. However, right when Kaede's confidence in his slave begins to waver, the tables turn. Something seems to snap in Yuno, and suddenly, the werewolf has become that terrifying bloodthirsty savage that his master has been fearing. Kaede watches, eyes wide, both of his sweaty hands over his mouth as his slave effortlessly tears a man's head from his neck. All the boy remembers is the frenzied look in Yuno's eyes and how surreal blood looks in person.
It takes Kaede a long time to come back to his senses, for him to realise that the fight is over, that he's covered in someone else's blood, and Yuno stands just a few feet away free of the confines of the cage. There's a voice in the back of the boy's mind that tells him to run over to the werewolf and congratulate him, to celebrate his victory and his life. But, Kaede can't move. He's frozen in place, paralysed by the rational part of his brain that has digested the undeniable reality that Yuno killed someone. The coon always knew that his slave was capable of severely maiming people (considering he had seen it in person), possibly even taking their life. Yet, he tried to deny that Yuno would do something so cruel, so barbaric. Kaede convinced himself that despite the rumours about werewolves being uncontrollable monsters, that Yuno was different. Yuno was more man than wolf, and he was protective and funny and laid-back. But he was not a murderer.
Oh, but he is.
Kaede slowly turns his head, eyes still wide, blood staining his pasty white cheeks. He gapes at Yuno, not even trying to hide the absolute fear and confusion in his face. His hands have fallen to his sides in total defeat. Sure, the werewolf may have won that fight and a fat load of cash for them, but he has lost his master's budding affections. Kaede can't convince himself that that was just a show, a display of dominance, a ploy to get them some money. That wasn't a kill or be killed situation. Just moments before they had watched a fighter be choked unconscious. Yuno didn't have to kill Chilla. Even Kaede, as naive and stupid as he is, can't ignore the truth.
sorry i didnt progress the plot at all;;;;; kae is just ******** terrified like,,,, s**t man
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"A monster. that's all you are." The mantra repeated itself in his head over and over again. He's useless for everything but this. The rush was fading rapidly. Normally, breaking bones, rending flesh, pushing someone weaker than him into submission, were all things that gave him something almost like a high. He was fulfilling his purpose. All of his instincts told him that was what was right, this was what he should be doing. The metallic stink of blood moved something in him, like poetry. It made all of the noise and anger and pain fade away into nothing. But none of those good feelings were there. Even in the crowded basement of the Helter Skelter, there was a ring around him. A good two foot radius that no one would step into. like moses parting the red sea, whenever the werewolf moved, people did, too. He was still covered in blood, shivering ever so slightly in the after shocks of his adrenaline. But the good feelings didn't come. The surge of feeling powerful, relishing in his victory, knowing that he could literally tear apart anyone who ever tried to call him dog, or push him around, try to hurt him or make him helpless, none of it mattered. He'd killed people before this. Usually even felt pretty good when he did it, even if it made him sick to think about later. But this kill had been fueled by rage, and by fear. It had blinded him, washed out any other feelings that might have been there, any safety or strength or triumph. When the anger faded he was just left tired and empty. It reminded him of... no.
Immediately shoved the thoughts far back into the back of his skull. Don't think about it. Don't dwell. You're not good at thinking so why bother? You'll only make your head hurt. The longer he could ignore it, the happier he'd be. But it was there, he knew. The sinking, cold feeling in his guts kept reminded him. He'd done his best to ignore it ever since he'd settled into living with Kaede. Despite how much he'd bitched at first, the longer that he lived with the raccoon, the more and more comfortable he'd gotten. He'd realized that he'd been freed from a curse. Kaes shitty little apartment, though smaller than the warehouse, was a veritable palace. He could come and go as he pleased. He could chase off any intruders that he (or Kaede) didn't like. He could cook and sleep and relax and he never had to worry about what would happen after a full moon. It hadn't come, yet, but it was getting close. Soon he'd have to be locked up again, but in the morning he would wake up alone. Or maybe Kaede would move him. But there would be no one pressing fingertips cruelly into broken bones and torn muscle and ligaments. No one seeping into his brain. No ropes or collars or - no. Stop. Don't think about it. He'd done his best not to think about it, but the words were there echoing dully in his head. "You've always been here. You never left."
It terrified him, so he tried to pretend that the possibility didn't exist. But the longer he existed in relative happiness and safety with Kae, the closer he felt the other shoe was to dropping. It loomed over his head. His new little master didn't know that his slave had his head ******** with. but Yuno knew. He could feel the psychics tendrils of influence even now, and he dreaded it. He knew, just knew that one day he'd wake up and he'd be right back in that lockdown room, ropes burning his neck and unable to breathe, and he'd be there, smiling at him. All of this could just be another fabrication. A brief reprieve just to send him spiraling back down again, just so he could- NO. Stop. Don't think about it. Don't.
Dog. Mutt. Puppy. Monster. He glanced back down at his hands, trying to focus on this exact moment. The stink of blood couldn't be fake. The stinging pain of the puncture marks in the meat of his forearm were real. He just killed Chilla, for reminding him. That was real. He was covered in blood. The handlers were trying to mop it up off of the floor so that the next fighters wouldn't slip in it. They were carting the torn up body away. Probably to a chophouse. Hell, for all he knew, they'd mince him up right there in the back of the Helter Skelter and ship him out in chunks. One of the handlers tossed the werewolf a towel. He flinched, still caught in in the memories that didn't exist and the shakes from fighting. Fortunately she knew to keep her distance at least, as he practically tore the towel out of the air, as if trying to strike something behind it, like an enraged bull. "Clean up." Was all she said. Yuno glanced down. Right, of course none of the staff wanted someone walking out literally covered in blood. He grunted, starting to wipe off his arms, when she held out another to him. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she inclined her head sideways. "For your master. He's the little one, isn't he?"
Oh ********. Kaede. He spun around, eyes frantically searching the crowd and quickly spotting the little raccoon. Staring at him. Covered in blood from head to toe. Looking nothing less than absolutely mortified. Like he's a monster. It makes his guts twist around in knots, that look. It's a look he's gotten before, plenty. Usually from opponents in the ring after they got to watch him fighting the match before them. Not from people who he was supposed to be protecting, who were supposed to trust him. Well, he supposed, maybe that was to be expected. He looked at him like a monster because he was one. Maybe it was better he learned that sooner rather than later. Again, that pang of anxiety niggled at him. Kaede would surely be too horrified by his slave, would turn around and hand him back over to Tacks. He wouldn't be able to stand looking at him. Yuno continued toweling off the blood from his arms as he crossed the small gap between him and the raccoon, face stern as he stopped in front of him.
"...You shouldn't have gotten so close." That's right, make it his masters fault. He roughly draped the towel around the raccoons shoulders, starting to rub off the blood himself. "It's all over you. Now you're gonna stink like blood." He seems not to care that his master is obviously petrified of him, just continuing to try and blot the blood out of the boys clothes. Unlike Yuno, who went into the cage bare chested, Kaede was still wearing clothes, now soaked with brown and red. Yunos chest was still splattered with the stuff, clinging to the puckered skin of the countless scars criss-crossing his abdomen.
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Kaede has never truly understood the phrase "paralysed by fear". Whenever he finds himself in life-threatening situations, the coon's flight instincts always kick in, without fail. Someone or something intimidates him, he panics, and before he consciously knows it, he's running away on four furry paws. That's how it always happens.
So why in the ******** is he just standing here like a goddamned idiot with a death wish?
As soon as Kaede saw Yuno grab Chilla's head like that, he should have been turning away and bolting out of this dump. No, actually the first time Yuno barked at him, the boy should have kicked him out like the feral dog that he is. Scratch that. Kaede just should have never even been at that godforsaken fighting ring to begin with. He should have listened to his gut and stayed home that night. Should have never placed a bet like that, should have taken the hint as soon as Yuno towered over him and asserted his dominance.
But, there's no way to go back in time. Kaede is stuck here now, with his ******** moronic decisions, and covered in a spray of blood as a result. He can feel the once burning hot crimson liquid, which coursed through someone's veins and gave them life not five minutes ago, soaking through to his skin, staining his flesh, and quickly cooling in the chilled cellar air. He can feel the goosebumps rise along his flesh, hear the steady beat and pulse of his own heart, smell the metallic stench of death, but at the same time, doesn't. It's like he's experiencing this whole situation through someone else. As if he's just reading a gruesome newspaper clipping about a heinous cold-blooded murder. Because there's no way he just stood here and watched it actually happen with his own two eyes. No way that he basically instigated this whole thing. This just isn't possible.
When Yuno's eyes finally land on Kaede, that is when he finally snaps back to his senses. The coon shudders, almost can't resist the urge to cower into a ball and hide. Why hasn't he shifted yet? Is he somehow too scared to? That's never happened before. Then again, something like this has never happened before. The werewolf's piercing eyes convey so much in one glance. Something like fear passes through Yuno, but it's quickly pushed aside to show a mixture of anger and hurt. If Kaede wasn't staring so intently, he definitely would have missed it. Even so, he isn't sure that he actually saw terror in those eyes because what the ******** could make a murderous monster such as Yuno scared?
Kaede screams at himself to run away as Yuno begins to easily cross the distance between them. He's not sure where he would go, but anywhere away from that blood-drenched killer would suffice. However, no amount of internal fight with himself can get the boy to budge -- he's literally frozen in place by his fear. Even as Yuno disregards his personal space and towers menacingly over him, Kaede can't move. His wide eyes stare blankly forward, unable to even crane his neck and meet the werewolf's glare. They're so close that Kaede can see all the scars marring Yuno's dark skin in perfect clarity. There's something hauntingly beautiful about the pattern that the puckered lines of pink skin create. It makes the perfect suit of armour for a monster like Yuno.
"...You shouldn't have gotten so close."
Kaede flinches, squeezes his eyes shut at the first movement of Yuno's arms. He expects the worst -- a slap over the back of his head, a fist to his gut, a hand around his throat, any number of physical abuse that he deserves for being so dumb. Instead, he gets a towel over his scrawny shoulders. The boy is entirely confused, almost stumbles under the force with which Yuno uses to begin cleaning off the smaller boy. He wants to relax into that weirdly comforting gesture, but at the same time, he knows there isn't any actual affection behind the notion. This is just a ploy to get Kaede to lower his guard some more. Yuno is trying to manipulate his master so he can later give him the same treatment he just showcased in the ring.
Then again, the words that the werewolf speak aren't untrue in the least. All your fault. Yea, this is Kaede's fault. Everything about this. Yuno isn't actually a murderer, right? He only did that because his master forced him into this situation. Up to this point, Yuno hasn't actually harmed anyone unless they instigated it, certainly hasn't gotten even close to killing someone. He's never hurt a hair on Kaede's head (at least, not maliciously). If it wasn't for Kaede being a piece of s**t master, they wouldn't have to be here. If only Kaede had more money, more profitable skills, this excursion would not be necessary. Yea, that's right. This is all his fault.
"O-oh...um...I-I'm sorry," Kaede stammers out. In the constant din of this place, he isn't sure if Yuno will even be able to hear him. So, the boy clears his throat and raises his head quickly, not wanting to give himself a chance to back down. "I'm s-sorry, Yuno! Th-this is-- It's all my f-fault! If I wasn't so shitty and st-stupid and--and--" Kaede feels a familiar constricting in his throat and a burning of his eyes. He stops himself, knowing that if he tries to keep talking, he'll burst into tears. And he can't let that happen because how ******** lame.
Instead, Kaede presses his lips together and lowers his head once again. He silently raises his hands and grabs for the towel Yuno is using on him. He doesn't try to speak again while he dries his hair and blots at his ruined shirt in vain. Somewhere in the back of his head, he mourns the loss of his clothes. This was one of his favourite shirts, but now it's stained to s**t and there's no way Yuno would let him wear something like this anymore. The werewolf might actually force his master to throw out everything he's wearing tonight with the way he speaks about the stench of blood.
"...I'm sorry," Kaede croaks out again. He squeezes the towel in his hands, but doesn't dare to look up again. Those eyes... They get him every time. "S-so...what now?" The boy hopes that the answer is "collect their rewards and get the ******** out of his hellhole".
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