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We both stared x We both stared x We both stared x We both stared
We both stared x We both stared x We both stared x We both stared
We both stared x We both stared x We both stared x We both stared
Ｗｅ ｂｏｔｈ ｓｔａｒｅｄxxx
ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｄｅｐｔｈｓxx
ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ａｂyｓｓ， xxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
xxxxxLars wandered his way into the Cafe, needing a cup of coffee to perk himself up, having to walk here was a real chore as the sun caused him problems. He didn't hate the sun, he was just reeeeaaaalllly irritated by it. The Sannin took his first sip of coffee with 2 creams and 8 packs of sugar in it, the coffee would've been bitter if he didn't spice it up a little. He could smell fresh food like deli meats and fresh carcasses waiting to be cooked. He pulls his head back and sighs with content, enjoying the aroma of the cafe yet hated the fact that he was sitting next to a heavy set guy with a serious cold, probably an Akimichi. He didn't mind them, as long as the Akimichi clan kept their fat fingers on their own food.
Lars took another sip of his coffee and sighed again in bliss, feeling every cell in his body awaken from slumber. He set the empty cup down and took his hat off, he looks around at the other villagers who were enjoying their day, some were couples and others were single. Lars actually envied the couples, seeing that they valued companionship so well, something that he long for but could never really achieve.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 9:23 am
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I've been watching you. For hours, days and weeks my eyes have found you. Followed you. They've come to a place between our world and the next where they see the future; your future, my future, the two combining to illustrate a sanguine dance where I kill you and you fall to your knees. You're next on my list. Wait for me. In the dark of night I'll climb over you, eclipse you from all else and slit your throat. On the break of dawn I'll splinter your mug. I'll plant nails at your doorstep and break the springs in your mattress. I'll raise axes to fall on you as you walk through your own halls, and at the end of the journey, you'll find me. One greater than life and death, a man who transcends time.
She received that note, just that. Her eyes scanned over and her body began to fail; she began to shake and her heart faltered with fear. She went to the police, the people who swore to protect her. They took the threat seriously, but never enough to delve deep into the place where the society of men converged with the society of shinobi. They did not expect for the assailant, a man who had slaughtered dozens of people -- all receiving a similar note to that -- to be one of their superiors, a man far beyond their reach.
She went home to her father's apartment, not her own. She would not go home. She believed that there were things there, like snakes or something worse. She heard them slither, loudly, wanting her blood. She did not call for exterminators, as she did not want them to surely meet the fate that she would, if she would step into that home of hers. So she stayed here, and waited. She waited for days, for weeks. She would wait her entire life if she had to; she needed the news, that the notorious Double Take had been executed.
But the news would never come. The man that they sought was one far beyond their own level. He had genjutsu to hide his tracks, always an alibi and the voice of an angel. And he was growing stronger. The deaths became more frequent. He began to target people with talent over the usual lowlifes that he targeted.
During the time where night met the morning sun, a shadow came over the woman. It was of a tall man with brown hair and an attractive set of features. He waited in the darkness for her to awaken from her sleep, only for him to collapse onto her and cover her lips as he whispered into her ear. He was covered in strange looking clothing, his hands with rubber gloves. "Daddy's dead," he said. He pulled out the knife that he used to kill him. It was covered in blood, fresh, crimson. "He didn't have to be. You led him to me." He laughed a little. It was for the best. "His eyes were wide open, watching me tear through his skin and remove what I pleased. I chose the stomach first, then went down. Great reactions. Not the best though." The excess of eye-widening and attempted screaming and biting left a sour taste in his stomach. A pleb such as a businessman could never hope to resist against a shinobi. Especially not one as ruthless as Kleine was.
His eyes left thought of that scene, and returned to look at the girl beneath him. "He was never my intended target, you were. You gave a good attempt. I knew you would because you're smart. And you proved yourself. You didn't tremble, you helped protect yourself by contacting the authorities. Then you abandoned your home, believing I wouldn't be able to find you here. But sadly for you, babe, I researched you beforehand. I know where all of your relatives live. All of your friends. And I'm gonna kill all of them now, one by one. Not just you." She seemed mortified, unable to even form a scream. He loved that. That was his favorite part of all this, the horror of knowing that beyond your power there is something else that can take from you everything you love. That you're a helpless ant to be tortured for another's leisure. That you're not as worthy as you think you are.
That acknowledgment was the best in a human's lifespan. It brought him great pleasure. Others great pain.
"You'll never be a doctor like you wanted to be. You'll never find the cure to disease and poison. You'll never make the headlines, you glory-obsessed slut. But I will. I do all the time. Double Take. Double Take. Double Take." As he chanted those words, he carved them into her chest. She screamed in pain, as her head reeled back and her eyes began to lose their fire. He stared into them for every moment and watched them fade. When she had given him all that she could, he crushed her throat and left the scene behind.
He arrived at the cafe hours later, cleaned, spick and span. It wa sas if nothing happened, because to him, nothing did. It was all just a pleasure of his, like the men at the bar or a slip of poetry. It was how he coped with the challenges of life. But more than that it was an error that occurred somewhere in his psyche that would begin to consume him. It was the love of murder. The empowerment of superiority. They merged together to create a sociopath beyond the level of any seen before.
He took a seat, ordered some tea. Not coffee like some others, he worried for his health. He would need to live long, that much he knew.
His eyes found their way to Lars as he sat, sipping at his tea. They did not move. He stared, his expression growing almost fond as his view managed to remain on the target until inevitably he would look away after his impression had been garnered. It was his way.
It was perhaps a hunt for the next target, or simply a talk. You could never tell. He could never tell.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 9:42 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 5:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 8:06 pm
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He waved very reluctantly at the man, a specimen with white hair and a strange look to him. Just the outfit was sort of telling, wasn't it? He was strong though, one of those sorts of people that felt entitled to be different; he had bound his way to fame through sweat and blood. Kleine knew him, though not well. He did not care for most people. He did not envy them or pay them mind. He felt himself better than them all, if not now then later at the least. He had more chakra than most S-class shinobi as a B, he had grown through the ranks quick and was well known for his talents. With that in mind it seemed like others were stuck in a stasis, they were where they belonged, not to rise or fall. They were predictable, simple, easy prey. He vowed to kill this man when he was able to, when the day came where he was strong enough to test his mettle. It would be an experience that he would surely remember for some time to come; the feeling of his wisps of breath melting the skin away.
"You don't need to worry about paying for me," he said. "I have it on good authority that I'm a very wealthy man. Though if you want to cover for me as a pleasantry then I won't contest." The man smirked a little, and sipped at his cup once more. He only took the tiniest dosage each time, making sure to savor the moments he spent here, looking around and observing as he often did. He seemed strange indeed, and yet he had a certain pull to him. Many flocked around him, many spoke to him when they most likely wouldn't if he were someone else. He always wondered if perhaps it was because of his look, or because of his smile, or the air around him. Either way, it was very entertaining.
"That other shinobi looked interesting," he referred to Testiel. He'd left so there was no reason not to talk about him, at least a mention. "Uchiha. Fair skin, black hair, dark eyes. I've always found them to look rather sacred in their own way. They're far less rugged than men like me, but they carry that gritty appeal nonetheless. Not unlike you, actually. You're a Rinnegan-wielder, aren't you? I noticed that, last we spoke. Can you show me your eye?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 8:19 pm
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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ xxx ✖✖✖✖
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ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｄｅｐｔｈｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ａｂyｓｓ，
xxxxxx─────────xxxx『 and when it looked back,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyou blinked.xxxxx』
xxxxx"Uchiha usually hold themselves with high regards, being from a famous clan, they tend to treat others like dirt and walk all over them because their freaky eye powers, I will admit that Testial isn't one of those type of Uchiha," he takes another sip of his coffee, finishing another cup yet feeling unphased, not even jittery. "I am covering for you as a pleasantry, if you don't wish to accept it, thats fine," he glances back to Kleine and smiles softly, turning a little so he was facing him. His eyes opened, revealing a deep pool of blue pupils, resembling the beautiful clear oceans. Rings wrapped around the black dot in the center of his eye, extending as far as the blue pupil ocean would go. It almost resembled the ocean itself, waves rippling out to the ends of the earth. All of this from a brief second that Kleine would see it before he turned back around and enjoys some more of his ice cream.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 9:12 pm
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He laughed a little. Freaky eye powers. The funny thing was that his father had a sharingan as well, considering himself a rare offcast from his clan. His skin was more tan than pale, his eyes were blue and his hair a golden shade. Perhaps that made him more charming than them all, being different but still possessing the weapon that they took such great pride in. Kleine didn't inherit such a gift. Instead, his blood came from his mother, though he didn't despise it. It was just as apparently powerful in its own special way. "I like them," he started. "The ones that step on others. The one with so much pride. They're unique. Most people these days try overly much to be humble, to be open-minded. The Uchiha don't. Being different is always a good thing in my eyes. It makes the world go 'round." With that in mind, perhaps Testiel was awfully boring to him. He could not decide. He did not know him.
"Come, look at this," he said. The man stood up, and brought his cup with him, leaving his table behind. He took a seat beside Lars, and smiled slightly. "Do you see what I did with it?" He asked, pointing at the interior of the cup. It was different than the other ones, it was embroidered with gold with a diamond cast in the center, melded with it. He did so by means of fire. "I've been specifically asking for this cup for a very long time. I've been working on it for weeks. Every day I'll come in here and grab the same waitress. It's a sort of game we play. Every day she looks at the changes I've made, the upgrades, and she bats her lashes and laughs along with me about how impressive I must be. She's only a homely girl so she must feel as if my attention gives her life. I promised her to sneak her the cup when I'm done. What an insubordinate woman, right? To take her employer's property as my own special gift? And yet it must all be so exciting for her. What fun she's having." He glanced up and saw the waitress, smiling as she took the order of a family. Kleine grinned, and she caught wind of that. She grinned back.
"The special thing is that my additions to the cup deteriorate it. It grows weaker and more brittle. I handle it very delicately because otherwise it will be crushed in an instant by a stray hand. I haven't told her. I'm hoping that one of her friends will break it while they wash it. Then they'll argue and she'll scream. A disruption between the two, a hopeless feeling of anguish in her heart, having to come to me the next day and serve a different cup. Knowing that I'll be disappointed. Seeing the look in my eyes that says: I no longer want you. Don't you think it's so horrifically funny? Don't you think that there's a reason the Uchiha step on others? It's not because they think they're better than others. It's just that they think that others are worse than them. The Uchiha are not the apex. They are the median. They are average human beings, not genetic abortions that prance around basking in their lowliness. Their incapability. I see others much like they do, and so in wake of that I say kudos to the red-eyed demons that walk as men. I am one of them, you see." He looked him in the eyes, staring at the rings.
His own eyes were invariably blue as well, crystalline, almost icy. He smiled as their irises made contact, and then nothing more.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 9:28 pm
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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ xxx ✖✖✖✖
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ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｄｅｐｔｈｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ａｂyｓｓ，
xxxxxx─────────xxxx『 and when it looked back,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxyou blinked.xxxxx』
xxxxx"Hmmmmm, I see" He looks at the waitress he's talking about, about how much they mean to each other. Kleine thought of things as a parasitic relationship, one who feeds off of the other's until they're weak, feeble, and helpless. They'll move to the next person and be done with the previous, leaving them to die. "Kleine, you enjoy the ones who overly try to hoist about their strength without an absolute purpose, stepping on others to get what they want, flying too close to the sun, and then...they burn out," he sips another cup of coffee, making this his third cup, "but I can see what you mean, its a fun idea, toying with people's lives like a puppeteer, enjoying the ride and stepping over others to get what I want." He glances to Kleine as he stared into his eyes and tips his hat, "I can respect your path, its the one that suits you. The path of a demon is a fun one."
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 10:28 pm
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Kleine rolled his eyes. Perhaps Lars did not get the moral of the story. He did not see that Kleine was trying to unleash a form of thought into this conversation that would greatly alter its dynamic. "Do you think I'm a demon, then?" He asked. "I suppose I don't mind being one, depending on how you might see them. Just you. I might like to be more dark around a guy like you, or more suave around one of those sensitive types with a heart for the surreal. Something tells me that you don't care what I am. It's just a hunch of mine. Perhaps I gathered it from watching you. Those seconds of contact earlier, or... maybe I've been watching you for a while. Who's to say?" The man leaned back into his seat, and gently slid the embroidered glass to a safe edge of the table.
"How about we try something, then? Test the theory. I'll be myself, Kleine Heiland. You tell me then if you really can't find it in your heart to contest." His gaze grew sharper almost, as if there was a very subtle but terrifying change in him. It was sort of like that with him all the time, a constant electrifying current, a ferris wheel. He acted as such especially when he was around someone of intrigue, even if they weren't quite as appealing to him as the crimson-eyed demons. He liked that Lars had power. If he could siphon it, he would. Instead he wrapped his mind around the concept of simply testing its endurance.
The man grabbed a fork, lifted it cautiously, then impaled it into the burly, wooden table, right smack dab in front of Lars. "I know of your complicated history, Lars Alexandersson. Twenty-four years old. June 30th was the day you were born. I know your exact measurements. Not because I saw it in a handbook. No, they don't exactly detail all of that. It's because I've known all about you from before you even met me. Try to play the casual act as you may, you must admit that you can't help but feel a smidgeon of discomfort by the fact that a man -- one who revels in such things -- is about to be reveling in your own misery and anguish. I never let my information on anyone go to waste. Perhaps I'll splinter your own mug, Lars. Perhaps I'll plant nails at your door and axes in your halls, Lars. Or maybe you'll take advantage of your superior training and will kill me where I stand. I don't care. It's fun. It's a game. I enjoy playing it." He gripped the fork again, and ripped it out of the material.
He laughed faintly, and his expression receded to a calm. "I have a need, Mister Alexandersson. A request that you entertain my proposal for a bit. You see, I'm sort of troubled in that while I have great ambition, I have few resources to which end can fulfill my dreams. You are a sannin of this village, one of the most powerful individuals in Kusa no Kuni. You're strong, and have resources, and can assist my ambitions. Is that not true?" He relaxed completely, playing with the fork between his fingers. "For the moment I need you I'll be everything you want me to be. I'll be a loyal soldier. I'll be a silver-tongued beast. I'll even suck you off if you want. All I ask is that you train me similarly to how you were trained, and that you don't ask questions about what I do on my personal time. And that you consider that when I inevitably surpass you, we could be partners. How does that sound to you? Acceptable? Or do you like your pillows with caltrops in them?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 10:54 pm
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ｉｎｔｏ ｔｈｅ ｄｅｐｔｈｓ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ａｂyｓｓ，
xxxxxx─────────xxxx『 and when it looked back,
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xxxxxLars sighs, his gaze did not phase him, the fork in front of him remained there. He removes his hat and pulls his hair back so his eyes weren't covered. "A funny man you are, Kleine, an individual who intimidates and gathers his information. What you said was indeed correct. Truly, you are indeed amusing. You won't need to get dramatic. I was actually going to offer a chance to be trained by me to you, but then you had to make things awkward." He looks over to the Heiland, a smile creeping along his face revealing many razor sharp teeth that is the envy of sharks and apart of the bedtime stories that scare little boys into doing right. His eyes, once blue like the endless ocean and beautiful, turned golden as if the sea had turned into gold itself. It was almost as if his whole demeanor had changed.
"Kleine...demons are everywhere. You and I could even be one and the same. I don't care if you become a demon or not, if you are one already, or if you hate me and wish to kill me with true intention. All I care about is that respect is given and you become stronger. If you surpass me, fine, that means I've done my job right and you're actually taking something into that thick skull of yours other than just information about me. You want strength, fine. You aim to siphon time and resources from me, be my guest. But respect will be given. Do that much and we'll get along swimmingly."
A fork was child's play, he revealed a knife and stuck it into the table, carving a deep gash into the mahogany, a gash that seemed to resemble a serial killer's carvings into his next victim. An innocent female. A child. A pet. A unsuspecting male. He didn't care about the victim, he was proving a point.
"Are we clear...?"
A yes or no was needed, not a paragraph of thoughts or monologues, his answer would do just fine.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2014 11:09 pm
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The first thing Kleine did, after listening and absorbing, was pull out a more able weapon of his own; a large blade, a butcher's weapon, a meat cleaver. He impaled the table with the steel, and then looked back at Lars, the sharp edge of the blade cutting deep enough to emerge from the other end. "We're clear, Lars," he said. The people around began to look at them, strangely, fearfully. Some began to leave the cafe, after witnessing a competition of deadly weapons lodge into the fold. The waitress was in the storage, otherwise he wouldn't have acted so reckless. He rather enjoyed his game with her, and would play in a way that would keep it from ending. At least until it was ready to. "But let's be crystal. My intentions are my own." He took a grasp of Lars' hand, the one that gripped the blade that he so fiercely revealed. He looked again into his eyes, and smirked rather assuredly. "Do you understand?" He asked, and with that his strange demeanor left him.
He relaxed some, and rather skillfully slipped the meat cleaver back into his jacket. It was a perk of being a weapon specialist to be able to conceal something so large and to unleash it so quickly. He learned this sort of talent mostly because of his late night endeavors, though it helped in other ways. "Would you like to go somewhere else? I'm practically your indentured servant now. Take me where you like. I'd be honored to see what sort of surprises you have in store. It would be an excitement for a lowly B-class shinobi such as myself."
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