fuck.

Fuck, what the hell am I doing here anyway?! Name's Agito Wanijima, Fang King. Now fuck off before I'll mark you with /my/ road! [[This is a RP account for CyberIsland. No art posted here is mine unless stated otherwise.]]

[degenerateprince-blog]

Although inhumanly possible, Belphegor’s grin stretched even further. Had no one told Agito about what happens when Belphegor’s royal blood is spilled? Bad enough he had to sit through the shark’s claws, but to be bitten by his fangs? It surely was enough to draw blood, although not much to wound him greatly. Although the perfect amount of blood to let Belphegor lose grip on what little sanity he had left.

Screaming in a creepy delight, Belphegor released his grip on the shark’s neck and took a step or two back. He shook his head and wrapped his arms around his front torso. “Blood… my royal blood…. ushi… shishishishi~”

Still clenching his torso, Belphegor dropped to his knees - down to Agito’s painfully short height - and began snickering to himself. It really wasn’t much blood but it was more than a good enough reason to loose grip.

“Prince The Ripper” had been dormant for far too long for anyone’s liking. The longer he’s ‘asleep’ the more deadly he’ll be when he ‘comes out’ to play.

Maybe if Agito explained what happened between him and Bel’s toy, the Prince would come to his senses. Maybe if he grabbed a log or a sturdy branch and cleaned the prince’s wounds, he could avoid coming face to face with PTR.

[-agito]

When he saw that ridiculously stupid grin widen even more, he flinched, panicked, and started thrashing about more. This is what he gets for messing with insane and fucked up princesses, fuck! Still trying to catch some air, he looked down to see that he had actually drawn blood, which was probably the cause of why Bel went completely went mad.. How messed up can this guy be?!

As soon as he heard that high-pitched scream, he felt ground under his feet again, and he could finally take a deep breath, heck, he could finally breath! Agito glanced at Belphegor, and flinched at how the other was reacting, what he was doing, what he was saying.

Insane. This guy was fucking insane.

Still against the wall, he glanced down at Belphegor, surprised that he wasn't doing anything. He was just kneeling there, snickering with that God awful 'ushishishi' of his, and shit, the atmosphere dropped from 'horror' to 'Jesus that guy is going to kill me any moment now isn't he'.

"Fuck, he-" He got cut off when the eyepatch switched. Again. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck, what is Akito thinking-- 'Are you insane?!'

Akito only smiled and kneeled down in front of Bel. "Ne, ne~ You're Belphegor, right?" he paused, but Bel didn't respond, so he continued on. "Well, listen! Fran is a good friend of Agito's, but there's nothing more to that~! Besides, Fran would be sad if his, well, friend got hurt, wouldn't he? We don't want that! So calm down, okay?" Only snickering was heard. Oh, for the love of.. "...Okay?"

[degenerateprince-blog]

Belphegor felt his face heat up in anger and amusement. He no longer could control his sanity. The feelings of wanting to injure something, or someone were at their peak, and he needed to release them. Belphegor was lusting for a fight— for blood.

Not accepting Agito’s backtalk, Belphegor grabbed Agito’s neck with force and slammed him into the closest wall, choking him. That demented fucked-up grin was apparent on Bel’s face like he was enjoying this moment. Of course he was, he wasn’t entirely right in the head since birth. He was enjoying this. More so than he should in reality.

Tightening his grip on the shark’s neck, he pushed him up the wall. The short shark was already dangling, so a few more inches up the wall wouldn’t do that much harm, right?

“Ushishi, what was it that you were saying~?” He hummed.

[-agito]

He watched Belphegor with a slight smirk on his face, amused. 'Property' Really? How fu-

His thought was interrupted when his back slammed into a wall, and he felt Belphegor's hands tightening their grip on his neck, and, fuck, no, fuck, fuck, fuck! Not feeling any ground under his feet, either, he started kicking his legs, and scratching Belphegor's hands, growling. This guy, this guy was fucking insane, wasn't he?!

Trying to catch some air, he glared down at Bel, before lowering his face and biting down into the other's hand hard enough to draw blood. Or so he hoped.

He wasn't going to die from the hands of some prince prick, he didn't fall that low!

[-agito]

degenerateprince replied to your post: ooc; hey kuzuu i wanted to make sure i got your “Okay” on this, but can I beat up agito a little

ooc; I’m not going to kill him, gosh!!!! and i wrote… too…. much……………………….

[ooc: .................. Sobs. R.I.P AGITO......] 

[-agito]

ooc; hey kuzuu i wanted to make sure i got your "Okay" on this, but can I beat up agito a little

[OOC: ;ljkslkh;skSure! Just don't kill him? Or something? I guess?I don't want my precious baby turned into shark fin soup.....] 

[degenerateprince-blog]

-Scowls.- Jealous? -Grins.- Oh no, not in the least bit, shark bait. In fact… It’s not even close. I just want you to remember who Fran belongs to. -Steps closer.- Lay on hand on my property and I’ll skin you alive— Ushishi, I take that back; I’ll do something far worse.

[-agito]

Che- You're such a fucking brat. Fran isn't your property, get your shit together. Just because you're some princess doesn't mean people belong to you, or that you can 'threaten' me and make me stop fucking talking to him. Grow up. 

[flowerterror-deactivated2012071]

-agito replied to your post: Belphegor is a monkey and I have proof. ]]

[OOC: First a fish, now a monkey, Belphegor is like a zoo. :B]

degenerateprince replied to your post: Belphegor is a monkey and I have proof. ]]

ooc; fuck you kuzuu

i’m going to die of laughter ]]

[-agito]

[OOC: I love you too, Ryki. 8==D~]

[-agito]

degenerateprince replied to your post: -Glares.-

-Glares even harder even though you can’t really tell.- Just /what/ are you doing with Fran!?

[Raises his eyebrows, not sure what Bel was going on about.] What the fuck are you.. [Wait, he spend a lot of time with Fran before, so... Agito snorted. What a kid.] Are you jealous?

[-agito]

-Glares.-

...What the fuck is your problem?

[kaerukouhai-blog]

“Hmm. ‘Why would you poison something’ you say…”

I can think of a few good reasons.

He took the bowl, and nodded at the other as a silent ‘thank you’. He scooped up some soup and blew on it. Before taking the spoon into his mouth, Fran looked up at ‘Agito’ and softly spoke, “Ne, you should stop referring to yourself in third person. It’s really creepy.”

And with that, Fran opened his mouth to slurp in the soup, feeling his headache feel better, even if it was just a little bit.

Yummy.

…

…Alright, I give up, what kind of poison did he stick in here.

[-agito]

He pouted again, because seriously, why would he poison it?! He wouldn't poison Agito's friend!...

The pout quickly turned into a smile when Fran decided to eat the soup. "Is it good~? I didn't cook in a while, so it might taste a bit bad, but I hope it isn't terrible.." he mused to himself, sitting beside the bed. Akito blinked, then shook his head. "Oh, I'm not referring to myself in third person!! I'm Akito, not Agito~" Akito smiled, pointing to the eyepatch. "See? It's covering the other eye~!"

He tried to explain it shortly, and hoped that Fran understood it and didn't think him or Agito were freaks or anything..

Well, at least Fran looked like he was enjoying the soup!

[kaerukouhai-blog]

Fran didn’t feel like coming out of his blanket cocoon, but it’s not like he was asleep, right? Poking his head out of the sheets, he glanced at the bowl ‘Agito’ was holding. As the other settled it at the bedside table, the illusionist stared at it suspiciously, unsure of what to do.

“Are you telling me to eat that?” he monotoned, his eyes not leaving the ‘soup’. “It’s not poisoned or anything, is it?”

For all I know, there could be toenail clippings in there or something.

Or it could be shark fin soup.

Hahaha. Shark fin soup.

I’m funny.

[-agito]

He blinked at the question. Poisoned? Sure, he didn't cook in a while, so the soup wasn't his best, but still, it wasn't bad enough to poison or kill someone!!... Unless one of the ingredients were poisoned earlier on by the KMC. Which he doubted. In some way. Or another.

Akito pouted, slightly insulted. "Of course it isn't poisoned! Why would I poison something and give it to Agito's friend?" the pout turned into a genuine smile as he patted Fran's head. "It might be a bit warm though, so be careful~!"

'That frog probably thinks I'm fucking nuts.' 'Eh, why so?'  '..Are you really that..' Agito scoffed, annoyed. 'Nevermind.'

[kaerukouhai-blog]

The illusionist shook his head. “No, it’s just that I didn’t fall asleep. I—” Hold on.

…WHAT.

Did he just say ‘I’m sorry’? As in, ‘I’m’ and ‘sorry’ in the same sentence without the word ‘not’ between them?

He stared suspiciously at ‘Agito’, unsure if he heard right or if his fever was just making him crazy.

Yeah, I probably just heard wro—

However, the sweet smile that this Agito gave made him think otherwise.

Aaaah, why are you smiling? Why are you making chicken soup? Why were you giggling? …And WHY are you talking in third person?!

With all these questions, Fran plopped back on the bed, clutching his head.'

This fever is worse than I thought…

[-agito]

Akito blinked, then laughed again. Fran probably thought Agito went insane, or something. He'll have to explain it all after he's done with the chicken soup! Akito was slightly surprised that Agito didn't mention a word about him, or anything. Unless the teal-haired boy just forgot about it..

'He's an idiot, he probably didn't notice, che.' 'Agito, that was rude!' 

He glanced at the soup, which looked like it was ready to serve. After finding a bowl (which looked like it was going to break any moment now) and pouring the soup into it, he carefully walked back into the room where Fran was, settling the bowl on the night table.

Kneeling next to the bed, he slightly poked Fran on the head, trying to catch his attention. "Fra~an, soup's ready~!"

[fairclimber]

Badou smacked Agito on the head. Damn Brat, who did he think he was? 

“Uh-huh, that’d explain your shitty comebacks ya’ snot-nosed brat! The shit ever happened to respecting yer’ elders, huh?! ” he shot back, giving the punk a well-deserved noogie. 

 Someone needed to teach this kid to be more respectful, dammit. Kids his age, ( Whatever his age was.) shouldn’t be so damn rude. Not like he knew any better when he was a kid, but he probably wasn’t this bad! No wonder he never wanted kids. 

” Learn some damn manners, munchkin. ”

[-agito]

He scoffed, rubbing his head. "And what the fuck was that for?!" Who did Badou think he was, his fucking father?!

Growling, because shit was he irritated, he glared up at the ginger and elbowed him in the stomach, attempting to get free from the headlock. "Get your dirty hands off me, would you?! I will respect whoever the fuck I want, and that's not you, so get off my case!"

Like fuck he's going to respect that asshole. Besides, like Badou was the one to speak about manners and respect! He isn't much better than him, right? Right! God, what a stuck-up prick. 

"As if you're the one to talk, fag."

[fairclimber]

Ouch!—Damn brat, kicking him like that. Hell, he did deserve it though. But did he regret it? Fuck no! This was hilarious.

” Huh. Is that right, Munchkin? ” He said, taking another puff from his cigarette.

” Then maybe, motherfuckin’ maybe, ya’ could call me by own damn Name. Badou. Ba-dou. Get it, munchkin? Good.” Badou patted the smaller boys head, still marveled at how short he was. What was he, in grade-school?

” How old are you anyways? “ 

[-agito]

That guy surely fucking deserved to get kicked, and he regretted not kicking him harder. That fucking 'princess' thought he was funny, huh!?...

The nickname Munchkin was pissing him off more with every time he said it. Fuck, it's not his fault Akito was fucking born short! He was going to hurt this guy, he really was!

Growling, he glared up at Badou, slapping the other's hand when the ginger dared to pat him on the head. This was really getting on his nerves. "Younger than your old, wrinkled face, you fag!"

Fag was certainly a fitting nickname, seeing how Badou was in love with cigarettes like a high school girl with the school jock. Tch, what an idiot.

[-agito]

[kaerukouhai-blog]

“Yeah, yeah.” he sarcastically replied, resting his head on a downy pillow. He stared at the ceiling for a long while, before he heard noises in the kitchen.

Hmm?

Crawling over to the side of the bed, he tried to get a better view of the kitchen. Unfortunately, he couldn’t, so he had no choice but to crawl back to his sleeping position. Fran closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep, when all of a sudden, he heard what sounded like a giggle. The illusionists eyes snapped back open and his body shot up from the bed in a sitting position.

The hell is he doing in there?!

[-agito]

Akito, already making soup from the ingredients he found, couldn't help but giggle at what Agito just muttered. The 'shark' had grown more chatty over the past few days, or weeks, which he guessed was because of Agito's friendship (although the other denied it with a passion) with Fran.

Cutting the carrots into small cubes, he glanced at the pot, which looked rather.. Poor. KMC didn't put much effort into the dishes or kitchens, did he? 'Weh, this place is such a mess! Ikki's kitchen was a lot better..' he mused to himself, receiving an annoyed sigh from Agito, which made him chuckle. A bit too loudly.

Blinking at the sudden noise, he looked into the room, only to notice a surprised Fran. "Oh, I'm sorry! Did I wake you up?" after he got no answer, he smiled, and continued on, "Agito's no good with cooking, so I decided to take over~ You don't mind chicken soup, right?"

[kaerukouhai-blog]

Fran blinked as the other grabbed him and pulled him into the apartment room. As soon as Agito threw him onto the bed, he quickly crawled into the sheets. Taking the the blanket and wrapping it around him like a white cocoon, he mumbled something through the thick cloth.

“I said I was fine you idiot.” The illusionist’s face was hidden in the sheets, but anyone could tell he was pouting.

He scoffed, poking his head out of the white blanket. “Yeah, well you don’t seem pretty sane, you know. Don’t tell me what to do.”

Ugh, my head fucking hurts.

[-agito]

He rolled his eye, annoyed that Fran was still protesting. "Shut up and get some rest, would you?" he grunted, then started looking around the apartment for something that could resemble medicine in any way or another. Aspirin, vitamins, anything - but no, there was nothing. So either he lets Fran suffer from a headache and running nose or takes a trip to the city.

He chooses the first option, at least for now, and looks around the kitchen to find food or water or anything. The apartments really didn't have a lot of supplies, Jesus shit.

'Ne, ne, Agito! How about we switch~? I can make something for Fran~!'

..Since Agito didn't have any better idea, he switched with Akito, letting the more skilled in cooking personality do the job. 

[kaerukouhai-blog]

The illusionist kept his mouth shut after that. Wouldn’t want the ‘meeting-for-the-first-time’ incident to happen again, will we?

As they walked, Agito was practically dragging Fran to the apartment, the teal-haired kouhai simply refusing to give in to the shark’s ‘clutches’. After all, actions speak louder than words.

His temperature was boiling hot once they made it back to his room, but, a stubborn frog is a stubborn frog. He forced himself to stand up by himself and unlock his room, and waved Agito off.

“I’m fine from here. Mmh, thanks for helping me out.” he murmured, his words slurring, making his words barely understandable.

[-agito]

That frog was way too stubborn for his own good (or not), honestly. How fucking irritating.

He scoffed, going into the apartment (who cares if he was invited or not!) and pulled Fran after him, then pushed the other onto the bed, crossing his arms on his chest. He wasn't sure that Fran would manage by himself.

Since when was he a frogsitter?

"Tch, no one sane would leave you alone when you're sick. You'd probably put this whole thing on fire or break your own neck!" he rolled his eye, "Now get into that fucking bed or I'll break your neck myself."