Cue the defense mechanism. “Did I ask you for help?”
A slight apologetic bow of the head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." How desperate are you, Kirie?

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@euthanasiac
Cue the defense mechanism. “Did I ask you for help?”
A slight apologetic bow of the head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." How desperate are you, Kirie?
Her head’s spinning - shit. She’s not going to the hospital again. Not again.
Someone looks like she's having a hard time. "Excuse me - are you alright?" Trying to pick up girls again - classic.
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❝ The wait is o v e r ; I’m now t a k i n g over,
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You’re no longer laughing, … I’m not drowning fast e n o u g h ! ❞
Pallid lips were pulled into a firm grimace, hands latched together and resting within her lap. She was simply in a foul mood and by no means wanted anything to do with socializing, though perhaps leaving her sanctuary wasn’t such a good idea. A sigh slipped between her lips. All she had to do was keep the attention away from her. But who would even ignore a woman who was sitting ever so casually in a tree? Nice one, Rose. You didn’t think this through.
He didn't particularly like leaving his desk from all the work he had to do, but even Kirie had to get some fresh air sometimes. It was always a risk, considering the fact that there were so many people on the streets looking out for him.
His eyes caught sight of extraordinarily long auburn hair, flickering with the slight fall breeze and wafting around a pale, slim frame. For a moment, it felt as if his breath simply ceased, as if he didn't need to breathe as he focused in on the golden eyes. He couldn't help but stare.
In all honesty, he had never encountered such an occurrence before, so the thought of helping him was one thing, he didn’t know how he would be helpful. He panicked, flailing his arms around and looked sideways, hoping to get help himself for this man. “I uhh — ummm — ” And the other was showing signs of wanting to collapse. Nikolai held him tight by his shoulders, not wanting him to fall “Aah! No uhh… Rest for a while I’ll get you something to drink okay?” He gently pushed the male so his back was leaning against the wooden bench, and with that, he stoof onto his feet and scurried away to find a vending machine. Or the convenient store — which ever would help him get a bottle of water.
His conscious was fading - shit. He had to get home. He had work to do. But this damn migraine was blinding him, wildly resounding through his skull. He didn't resist when the younger boy set him against the bench; in fact, he had hardly even noticed that his body was being shifted. He let out a pathetic groan and rotted away on the bench.
It was understandable if this male’s decision took slightly longer than expected; it’d be a similar instance had they switched spots. But, quite frankly, remaining in this particular vicinity pressed the advantage of time—any second wasted would contribute heavily to any potential danger they’d be exposed to. Lips lifted into a subtle curl upon earning a response, but fell back to a firm line as the ropes were loosened up completely from both his wrists and ankles. Swipe went a water bottle from one of the pockets around her waist and a hand offered it.
"—I guarantee your escape. Here. Drink some water—dehydration will only serve as a disadvantage.” A pause. “Are you hurt anywhere? Bruises, cuts, anything—?”
He eyed the bottle - she wouldn't have poisoned it, would she? No - if her objective had been to hurt or capture him, she had had plenty of better opportunities. She could have simply swiped him up while he was tied up - resistance would have been nearly impossible had she drugged him while he was restrained. He took the bottle with a slight nod of the head - the only thanks he would give her. After taking a few gulps from the water bottle, he handed it back to her and replied to the question - "No. Not that I can tell."
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”I’m not — ” Initially he wanted to repeat what being said before to the man sitting next to him since he looked as if he didn’t pay any attention to Nikolai’s whining — and the ballerina never liked being mistaken as a girl (in reality though, he gets the female roles in his recitals). But when hands firmly grabbed him by his thin shoulder, the boy let out a squeak-like gasp, surprised with the sudden contact. “Don’t touch — ” And again, his words was basically cut off with the male nearly passing out and Nikolai having to grab onto his arms to prevent him from falling. “Hey! Are you okay?” He panicked. Dear God, there’s a stranger and he’s passing out. What would a helpless boy like him do?
He must have appeared so pathetic - actually, the fact that he was thinking about that may have made him even more so. Having to ask for help had always been a difficult task for him, even with small things. Unless, of course, he was addressing a servant, which was really commanding rather than asking. The slim figure's voice - or at least that's where he thought it was coming from - was blurring. "I..." Was he fine? He couldn't even tell at this point.
Strange — this man did not harbor a visage that matched the outburst that’d surprised the redhead to a certain extent; however, perhaps it was understandable? Considering, of course, the fact that being encased in a hell hole with no knowledge of why he was there and who’d been the mastermind behind it wasn’t really an adventurous ol’ experience. Lips pursed as boots commenced their pace once more towards the male’s backside, crouching before fingers lifted to loosen the knot gradually.
"—Potentially the person you’ll owe big time after I bust you out here. Of course, if you keep it down — I understand your anger, sir, I really do. But if you want to see the light of day again and fulfill whatever you hope to do, just lower your tone to a whisper and try not to proceed on with any harmful acts you may want to commit on me. Of course, I can’t control you — it’s just a matter of whether or not you want to get out of here.” With one final movement, the thick material coiled onto the floor and her body rose, hands shoving themselves in pockets as legs traveled towards the door, glancing at this man only from the corner of grey optics. “…—have you made a decision?”
He didn't have a choice. Actually, technically speaking, there was an infinite amount of decisions he could have made in that moment that could have all produced variations of a similar outcome. He knew he would have to get out of this soon - there were shipments to be taken care of and people to deal with. In his absence, there was no telling what would happen to his empire, especially with the lack of potent strategists and leaders.
He glared up at her, He knew he had to trust her - or at least pretend to. His gaze wandered over her eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised about how unwavering and stoic they appeared. Closing his eyes and steadily balancing himself on his feet, he let out a small sigh. "Get me out of here."
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LIFE (ライフ) Ch.72 : The Scars
❝But he can’t be dead — His soul is alive. I saw it.❞
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❝Yes, his soul is alive. It’s just not here.❞
— ☠✖] After days, weeks, perhaps months of walking, it halted and stood still like a statue, responding to its environment. Could it be resting?
Blink blink. He had seen some pretty strange things in his life, but nothing nearly as abstract as this. "Oh dear. Might you be a corpse? An art piece? An android? Certainly not human."
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Nothing had changed over the years, really—the members of the group she’d once established as family continued their horrendous crimes even after her unannounced disembarkation. And the plaster smile she’d sported still hypnotized those who blindly treaded towards that facade, ultimately offering her the upper hand to receiving what she wanted. Utterly disgusting, of course, but had Fey not done so, she’d be unaware of the poor soul who’d managed to get tangle in the whirlwind of this group’s ominous acts. What was it that prompted her to embark on this rescue mission out of free-will? Natural inclination towards justice? Or perhaps her knowldge on how far those bastards would go to gain what they wanted—torture, manipulation, violent force… Whatever it was…—here she was. Within headquarters with ease.
The soles of leather boots scraped upon the damaged floors of the holding cell, formerly the storage room XX years ago when the redhead’s affiliations with this particular group remained iron tight; it’d really just been left untended to for so long that walls naturally yellowed due to the lack of cleanliness actions performed. Dust bunnies collected into balls of fluff along the edge of the walls. Filthy. Grey hues grazed over unfamiliar features that this poor soul harbored. It was a mystery in terms of what the group might’ve derived from this person that struck their interest. Surely, it was something of incomprehensible significance, but for now, assisting with this individual’s escape was what mattered most. Questions would surface later.
Slender fingers stretched out to gently tug on the knot of the cloth limiting this person’s vision. Painted lips parted to release a sigh. “…—hey. You ready to get the hell outta here?”
Just how the Hell had he managed to get himself kidnapped after all those years of careful calculations? After he had locked himself up in that prison of a home, after he had established a massive drug trading empire, after he had successfully created a cover for himself - was it all ending this way? He denied it, of course - there was still so much he had to do. He still had to take revenge on the world that destroyed his own. Kikuo, his sister -
The door flung open. The sound startled him greatly. Of course, somehow he had been careless enough again to not notice the approaching footsteps. He looked up in the general direction of the sound, squinting although knowing that he would not be able to see anything with the raggedy blindfold over his eyes.
Copper hair fluttered from the corner of his vision as the cloth slipped off his face. Metallic hues locked with his cyan and black ones, stoic yet gentle. He froze for a moment - who was this woman? Get out? Did she know who he was? Was she aware that she was about to save Nil, the "Duke" of the narcotics trade?
He wouldn't even try to hide his feelings. "Who the Hell are you?"
"I know enough about curiosity to avoid the danger it brings." What’s with the familiarity and the name? "Do I know you? Because I don’t remember giving you the permission to address me with such a title." Grey hues swept over the man again. The scent was too familiar. And dangerous. What is her nose trying to tell her?
"Oh." A gentle smile crept across his face. How fake was it? "I apologize - does the title make you feel uncomfortable? I suppose I should have been more polite with a fine lady like yourself." Obviously trying to seduce women again, since they're sometimes willing to pay more.