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Yoshikage Kira just wants to live a peaceful life. . . Is that too much for a serial killer to ask for? [ Indie JJBA Kira RP Blog. Please read about and rules before interaction. ]

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Well, Kakyoin wasn’t surprised he had taken a wrong turn. Morioh was a sprawling town and unfamiliar to him.

"Not at the moment. I was unfortunately separated from my class."

He, Yoshikage Kira, had far better things to do than help some l o s t brat. Sure, Morioh had a tendency to confuse even those having lived there for years, but that wasn't his problem. So what reason did he have to help, other than abstract boredom? None. 

"Tragic. I'm afraid there's not much I can do for you then-- Good luck finding your class. They can't be too far, I'm sure."

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Morioh was definitely home to strange people. Was it because of how developed Morioh was? Was it the copious amounts of Stand Users that seemed to pop up at every corner?

Maybe.

Or maybe meeting strange people was just bound to happen.

"Excuse me, do you have directions to the Grand Morioh Hotel?"

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Stands Users are fated to meet. The words of his father echoed in his head like a solemn warning, narrowed hues rising from his book at the sound of a voice. He was, honestly, caught a tad off guard. A moment passed, silent and awkward before the man cleared his throat.

"I do."

Lips would lift in a weak, forced smile, allowing his gaze to roam over the stranger before continuing.

"But it's quite a few blocks away. You must've taken a wrong turn earlier. Do you have something to write it down with?"

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♡★♡ “Excuse me, you wouldn’t happen to know where this grocery is, would you?”

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—— 「♚ 」 "As your luck would have it, I do. If you'd like, I could take you there, that way you don't get lost or anything else bad happens, of course."

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If Kakyoin knew any better, he would of slammed the door as soon as the male made his appearance. Instead, he not only opened it, but asked him a question as well.

"Excuse me, but… what do you need? This is a private residence, and I don’t recognise you…"

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What one heard and what was true was rarely one in the same. However he, Yoshikage Kira, had to take the risk of disappointment if he was to dare dreaming of returning to a quiet life. So his foot would slide forward subtly once the door opened, preventing it from being closed without his permission. Just in case.

"----- Are you Noriaki Kakyoin? I'm a. . . friend of a friend, in a way. We haven't had the pleasure of meeting, not yet. I wanted to ask you a few questions, if you have the time."

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It was actually quite rare that anyone approached him, without him approaching them first. And this man was interesting indeed. He looked up at the clouds above, noticing they were starting to turn quite darker indeed.

"Apologies. I don’t even have my own umbrella on me." Ringo answered, voice slightly apologetic. Only slightly so. Observing the man’s impeccable dress code and his quite formal manner of speaking was interesting. It was rare to find someone like this nowadays. At least, the people he had met.

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     Damn. Luck clearly wasn't on his side today, was it? It was bad enough that he had to approach the stranger, even worse that it was to no avail. Honestly, though Kira himself had no right to complain, how did someone not carry an umbrella?

     "I see-- So it appears that you're in just as trivial a situation as I am, hm?" A pause, punctuated with an almost exasperated sigh. His eyes would slide up, narrowing at the overcast sky as if to silently curse nature itself before returning to the man with a weak smile. "Looks like we'd do well to find some shelter then. It looks like it'll storm pretty badly, unless you'd rather take a chance in braving the weather, that is."

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Now he was just toying with him. Sid narrowed his eyes at the man who confidently stood in the middle of the arcade. Sid wasn’t an idiot, either this man was Kira or was associated with Kira. Of course there was no way to prove this so he couldn’t easily go for the police. If things got rough though and this continued his pursuit, Sid would have to use Howlin’ Wolf to escape.

This guy’s dangerous aura was almost suffocating. Sid wanted to leave more than anything.

He couldn’t give him is family name. That would put his family in danger! Quick! Think of a fake name.

"Ikuro Hashizawa." the first name that came to mind was the protagonist of a manga. Great. Hopefully this guy didn’t read Shounen Jump on weekends.

Sid cautiously stepped out from behind the arcade machine. He had one hand in his pocket, fingering the pocket knife he kept just in case. He gave a curt nod and intensely met the other man’s gaze.

God what would Ikuro Hashizawa do? Turn into Baoh of course and melt this asshole’s face off. But Sid wasn’t Baoh, so the next best thing was to blow him away with a shockwave from Howln’ Wolf’s howls if things got too dangerous.

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He'd really rather not fight, not in a place so exposed and certainly not without knowing how much of a threat the boy posed. If any, that was. Hell, for all Kira knew, he could fall anywhere from highly dangerous to exceptionally ordinary. It certainly wasn't worth it to throw himself into combat, allowing himself to fall prey to petty arrogance.

But he wouldn't let him just leave. Not when he had proved to know something about him. . .

"Ikuro Hashizawa." The name felt like cotton on his tongue, lips twisting around it as if to commit it to memory. "Well then Hashizawa, I would suggest that you explain what you were doing in that building and why you asked about 'Kira'. Sooner rather than later, that is."

For a moment, he considered doubting Hashizawa-- interrogating him until he found out how much he knew-- but doing so would be far, far too obvious. No, if he wanted to safely return to his peaceful life, free from the fear of being discovered, he'd have no choice but to be subtle.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you." A narrowed gaze watched as the younger revealed himself, eyes falling down to the hand tucked away in fabric before meeting the other's look with a frown. "I promise; I won't lay a finger on you." That wasn't to say that Killer Queen wouldn't.

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He is drunk. So drunk.

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What was the appeal of alcohol? Sure he, Yoshikage Kira, would indulge in it every so often, but never enough so to lower himself to the state of the other. How disgusting.

      "------ If you're going to pass out, do it somewhere else."

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Sid gripped the memo pads tightly, the sound of crumpling pages overshadowed by loud noises of the arcade machines. He was coming right towards him. What was he going to do? He could dodge to the back of the arcade and hide in the storage room where they kept all the prizes for children. No..maybe the manager? No, the manager would never believe him and just scold him for not being in school and being as bad as the delinquents who skipped.

Why did he run? Instinct. His instinct was telling him that this was a dangerous situation and he needed to escape. There was something primal about it, Sid mused that it was some sort of passive ability he might’ve gotten from obtaining his wolf stand. Then again this guy was fucking creepy as hell and did give chase which means he was up to something.

Once the sound of an asteroid being blasted by a rocket’s laser roared Sid immediately began crawling to the next machine adjacent and more far back.

This was a risk, but this freak had something to do with that building. Whatever happened there.

"Hey." he called out to his pursuer. "Does the name Kira mean anything to you? Are you Kira?"

The memo had to be linked to that building. How else would it be the only thing that survived the building’s demise.

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Reaching the kid, the first and foremost question to arise in his mind was a simple one, really. Was he a threat? Because all that mattered to him, all that ran the chance of ruining him, depended on that one little question. Was. He. A. Threat? It was all that he, Yoshikage Kira, cared about, in the end. It didn't matter what the boy might know or how he learned it, but rather, he concerned himself with that he would do with any unpleasant knowledge.

He realized, albeit partially delayed, that all of this could have been avoided if he had simple let the stranger go, putting him and his oddities out of his mind. By giving chase, by hunting him down, Kira himself had proved that he was, somehow, involved. Of course, there would be no obvious evidence linking him to anything ( Killer Queen had been sure of that ) unless he had missed something---- Ridiculous! Yoshikage Kira would never miss anything.

"What did you just say!?" His heart would lurch in his chest, pale brow furrowing as his eyes turned to slits. The boy-- How did he know that name? How did he know his name? Sharp features morphed, a wry smile upon thin lips as he clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

"Perhaps I do know the name. Perhaps I don't. If you want answers, you have to stop hiding and tell me who you are first."

Despite himself, Kira came to a stop in the middle of the room, long arms folded across his chest as if waiting for the boy to make his decision. What he didn't mention, for obvious reasons, is that refusing to comply meant disappearing for a while.

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"Your want comes from your need of it. Now say that you need it or I’ll burn the map right in front of you.” Tugs back also a little, there. 

                             "My want comes from nothing of the sort!                          Go ahead--- burn it; It makes no difference to me."

     What kind of man would Yoshikage Kira be if he couldn't even manage to find      his way around, map or not? He'd find his way, somehow. Nevertheless, he      gives it another pull of his own, nearly ripping the corner in the process. 

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              "You haven't happened to have found a briefcase by any chance, have you?                       I think I must have forgotten it somewhere around here by mistake. . . "

       Yoshikage Kira did not make such errors--- so surely the item in question must have been stolen. He wasn't accusing the man ( whose aura alone rose the hairs on his arms defensively, for some reason ) but he wasn't exactly eliminating that possibility, not yet at least.

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            "It's quite the busy day, huh?"

        A pale brow quirked, lips tilting upwards as the man shifted in his seat on the train, moving away from the mess of bags, belonging to some woman or another, that were practically spilling onto him. Amused hues rested on the boy's face idly, turning to conversation as a distraction. Besides, the stranger held a certain aura about him that piqued Yoshikage Kira's curiosity.

              "I can't help but feel like all of Japan is travelling today."

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            "It's going to rain soon---- You wouldn't happen to                  have a spare umbrella on you, would you?"

 It was rare indeed that Yoshikage Kira was so unprepared but alas, he's been caught in quite the unpleasant situation, it seemed. As it was,  he had two choices: take a shot with the stranger, or risk getting utterly drenched.

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                              “Our ideology does not cross paths. Neither do my observations with your statements.”

        What separated the strong and the weak? No, it was not the self power, but the ability to CRUSH your enemies and keep them beneath your heel. That was power. To control everything, to never be controlled by anything or anyone. That was what it meant to be strong, to be secure, to never have to fear anything. That what DIO was…. partially though.

         It didn’t matter what ideas this man possessed. He would either abandon this “freedom of speech” in front of his LORD, his GOD. Or he wouldn’t be able to voice them since he would be DEAD. They ( those who decided for safety, for security ) were too young too foolish to understand. They were not within the era of GOD, they had no idea. They had not seen nor heard of this POWER. To be powerful? It was to be HIGHER than GOD— or to be His equal. Yet, they speak of things they don’t understand. 

         His smile had faded into a bored look. It was obvious he grew tired of such a topic; endlessly he would wonder what it meant, and he had n o interest in sharing it with someone’s beliefs that COLLIDE with his own. Now wasn’t a time for debating.  

                           ”Yes, yes, your father taught you plenty. However, it seems he never mentioned that arguing with your host is extremely rude. Let alone at dinner.”

         DIO walked towards the other, not hesitating to drop to his one knee when he reached him. It was so annoying when they ran about like headless chickens. It was much easier when they simply succumbed. Though e v e r y t h i n g just had to be more difficult with with Yoshikage didn’t it? He was too… spontaneous to trust. However… a plan could be formulated. DIO could S A V E this man. If only he didn’t mouth words of prayer at the alter— no, that would not be acceptable.

                            “The more you move…—

                                                  —The more painful it is.”

       The blond said, as fingers dug into his neck. The vampire leaned close to Kira, crimson eyes firing up within their creases. He could tell he was afraid— terrified even— even over the smell of blood. The blond’s head inched closer and closer to the other, until his c o l d breath could be felt against one’s skin. 

                             ”I wonder,” he began, a free  ( and frigid ) finger resting upon Kira’s throat. “How many lies you have told? I assume many.

                              We can’t have that, now can we? You know how much I H A T E liars.”

         Teeth DUG into him. Fangs r i p p i n g into every muscle that was obstructing the path. He began to pull the meat off the other by moving his head over to the side until it would finally SNAP from the pressure. Fingers released the other’s neck, coming to wipe the blood that was beginning to drip from his chin.

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          He, Yoshikage Kira, was a fool. He saw now, in hindsight, that there was no convincing the DEVIL into mercy. No p o i n t;; there was no point. Nobody would save him except himself ( and even that was pushing it ). DIO was UNSTOPPABLE. DIO was STRONG where Kira was weak--- FEARLESS where he was hesitant. He was EVERYTHING that Kira was not and he e n v i e d him for it despite himself.

        ;; Those that followed DIO were a motley crew of the useless seeking status, the hopeful seeking P O W E R of their own, and the evil seeking a SHEPARD to h e r d them like the sheep they were.

                                           --------------------- What did that make him?

         Not some sheep, not by f a r ( if he was, he wouldn't have ended up in this. . . predicament ) but certainly not  one of the useless or the HOPEFUL. The latter of which was l a u g h a b l e, really. Hope? He hadn't known h o p e since he was a child, maybe not even then. Which would mean that DIO was right all along;; Kira NEEDED him like a dying man needed w a t e r.

                   "Lord DIO,"

           He would s t r u g g l e to speak, fighting the instinctive urge to recoil away from the GOD but oh how hard it was. And dry, chapped lips would be wet with a pause, guarded gaze watching the other's approach much as a zebra would watch a LION advance, clutching the gaping wound clad on pale skin desperately.

          No more, he wanted to say, enough is enough; just spare me. But what came out instead was a sharp inhale, punctuated by the marginal widening of anxious hues as the other's breath ghosted against his skin. A rough CHILL shook his bones, tilting his head as if ALLOWING the vampire access to the tender flesh of his neck.

                        "I was  w r o n g  to QUESTION you;;                           -------- Wrong to dare lying to you.                        I will do whatever it takes to prove myself                        and  my  LOYALTY  to  you, I  s w e a r  it!" 

            If that meant losing some meagre pieces of his flesh to the monster GOD, then so be it. Enough blood stained his own hands that it must be FATE making him pay the price for his own INHUMANITY. He would not fight, would not STRUGGLE as fangs tore into him, RIPPING and PULLING and BURROWING beneath the skin-- beneath the muscle itself. And the only prayers he sends to any GOD are ones for the EXPLOSION of pain to stop.

           Yoshikage would remain unmoving, idly watching the ropes of thick, bubbling red ( much more of a reddish-black, he absently noted ) spurt across the floor. He was aware, albeit it rather distantly, that his situation had certainly grown DIRE but at the same time, Yoshikage Kira was a man of OPPORTUNITY. As it stood, struggling against DIO would bring nothing but further pain. So his hands would WRAP around his neck, fingertips t r a i l i n g the edges of the GAPS where meat SHOULD HAVE met his touch with a grimace, wordless and p o w e r l e s s.

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The distinction between ‘fun’ and ‘important’ was lost on Roxie. That was just gross grown-up doublespeak and she would not take part in it. What was important was having fun, what was fun was being important. Backward ‘S-City’ customs were far beyond her.

  Whatever.

 This was turning out really well though, she was having something like fun. The planning, the anticipation, the worrying and the scheming.. This was just like one of her video games, meeting a plot important NPC and teaming up for some stalwartly sin and good times?

   She should’ve gotten a dark red glow about her just for talking to this guy. She imagined he’d be quite upset when she forcibly transferred that red aura to him as well.

    “Yeah, the ‘rapists’, ‘robbers’, and ‘serial killers’ of this city will not know just who the fuck they’re trying to hurt, swoodie. My potential bodyguard is something of a badass, so I’ve dreamt up. This world, and all of its crazy, wants very little to do with me and mine.”

Would it be irresponsible to say she was a wild child? Born and bred for the destruction of those that do little to interest her or her wallet, she was a curiosity and a child of chaos and wow, he was a good guy. Don’t care about the money? Truly mindblowing shit happening here.

    “Hey, big spender. You don’t have to tell me twice. No money for you, no life endangering for you, no nonsense for you and I get a nice protection plan for my time in this crazy world I’m visiting.

  I believe, we’ve an accord.”

Hand shake! Deal struck, gold mined, blah blah.. now they can get to the fun part of the night, the violent and wet destruction of the destitute and the dumb.

    “To begin on this wild night out I’ll ask two things from you, my dear. The first is something to call you by.. ‘Darling’ works wonders for me, but I doubt you’d turn your head each time I utter the word. I’m Roxie, but for some semblance of professionalism, I’ll ask you to call me ‘ma’am’. ‘Miss’ if you’re feeling cheeky..

  Second, and way more importantly, the poor side of town? A pointed finger or a cardinal direction would be lovely.”

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      They were strikingly different, he quickly began to notice. She seemed exactly like the kind of air-headed women that he had always hated. So it was with distaste that he nodded, suppressing a grimace; He couldn't possibly expect some like her to understand.

                     Not many could, anyway.

     He wondered, albeit absently, if she had any inclination of what he was capable of-- if she had any idea the kind of person he was, but he knew enough to assume that she didn't. Not like it'd be held against her, at any rate. Kira was a master at what he did, after all. Hiding from the law for so long, perfect in his outward appearance, had perfected his tricks.

      Swoodie? Kira was many things, but being in tune with the slang of the younger crowd was not one of them, not by far. "I'd disagree- The crazy would want plenty to do with you. Regardless, I gave my word to protect you from those sorts, so I'll do that. Just don't go throwing yourself into anything precarious, hm?"

      Really, even if she does, he's got no problem with leaving her to die. There's no record of them ever coming into contact, especially since he's wisely refused payment. Yoshikage Kira would safe, no matter what may come from this odd girl. Though maybe his intuition was wrong, though it almost never was, and maybe she was as innocent as anyone could be, not in the least bit suspicious. But did he really want to take that risk? Absolutely not.

                   "I believe we do."

      He would confirm the simple statement with a nod, as if that somehow gave him more power-- more dominance. It didn't, and he was more than aware of that fact. Even still, Kira couldn't help but feel giddy over the prospect, wetting dried lips with a pause. That last time he had done something so risky was when he had spent some. . . time with a nice couple he encountered a few months ago. A shamethat they went 'missing' after, truly.

                "Kira. You can call me Kira, ma'am." 

      The title felt awkward and heavy on his tongue, but he uttered it with a dangerous smile nevertheless. Roxie. That's who she was. Now, he had a name to place with the face and he would do well not to forget it, as would she. In the back of his mind, he noted that, just like he did, the name she gave him was nothing too personal; it was nothing that could be used to trace back to a life outside of the one created. It was sly, subtle even, and appreciated.

             "You want to go now? Very well-- I suppose I have no right to question you. It's right this way, if you'll follow me."

     And so he would set a pace for the two, chewing on his lower lip idly, unused to the prospect of small talk. Kira didn't often spend time with others, especially outside of work, and though he did his best, he couldn't make himself adept at social interaction so easily. Oh well.

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         "Let me get that for you." Long fingers would set his money upon the counter, turning his head to rest amethyst orbs upon the girl's face with a thin smile. "Think of it as a gift, hm?" The gesture was nice enough, he supposed, so long as she didn't look into it. Honestly, he didn't feel like waiting in line much longer and, if he was to be entirely truthful, he'd rather avoid wasting more of his precious time in the event that the teen couldn't afford whatever it was she was buying. But hey, at least he looked like he was being gentlemanly.

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Sweat finally did break on Sid’s skin as the rouge grip clutch his shoulder. He gulped as his wide eyes stared at those piercing eyes staring down at him. Shit. The police? His parents? This was really bad. He needed to get away from this guy.

"L-Let me go!" Sid struggled to get out of his grip. He didn’t want to summon Howlin’ Wolf right now, for all he knew he was just some regular creep. "Get your fucking hands off me!" He shoved the man into a nearby charred bed and away from him.

Sid gritted his teeth and turned around and ran. He grabbed his school bag and began to run out of the house. Where was safety? Home? No way! The arcade! Of course! The arcade was a few blocks away from here and the last place this guy would look. Sid turned a harsh right and ran for the sanctuary of the arcade.

Once in the arcade he fell to his knees and hid behind a racing game machine. He pulled out the artifact he found in the rubble of the building from his back pocket and stared at it. Sid frantically flipped through the pages, all of them but that one page were blank.

"Kira. Kira? What does that mean? Is it a name?"

Sid furrowed his brow. Kira was a pretty common name. It could mean anyone named Kira. What did it mean? A person? Someone who lived in the house? The culprit? A victim? Or just a name someone wrote down to not forget.

"Kira.." he whispered. He cautiously peeked behind the machine just to see if the man followed or if the manager had seen him.

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If this was bad, things could very likely grow much, much worse. He'd already become involved-- Backing out now would mean, in his own skewed sort of way, defeat. And Kira would not be defeated, let alone by a child. So the threat ( could it even be considered a threat? ) fell on deaf ears, his grip remaining harsh until he's shoved backwards, stumbling to keep his balance.

Unexpected. That's the word that first came to mind, followed by the more appropriate 'Shitty brat.' It didn't take long for him to regain his senses, impulsively giving chase to the boy. Why, one might ask, did Kira care enough to follow? It was a tricky question, truly, for he didn't care, not strictly. But there was a mystery, a suspicion, clinging to the teen and he couldn't help but feel just curious enough to want to tear him apart for the truth.

He nearly lost him, struggling to keep up with the sharp turns while staying behind him, out of sight and surely out of mind. Where was he going? Kira had thought, at first, that he'd either go home or to school--- Some place safe but now, he wasn't too sure. Until the final corner was turned, the door to a building thrown open, and Kira paused for just a moment, lingering like a phantom.

An arcade? Out of all things, the boy ran to an arcade? Weird. Only a moment was spent dwelling on it before he shrugged, strolling inside with a leisurely pace, narrowed hues scanning for that face, bottom lips pulled between his teeth.

"Where did you go?" He breathed, setting a path between the machines as he searched, almost missing the peek of a head bobbing out from behind one of the larger games. Even so, he didn't go to it, not immediately. Instead he took another moment, drawing in a breath before heading towards whoever it was that he saw. A part of him wanted to strike out against him, but the other, more cautious, part warned him against attacking someone so easily. . .

"Why did you run?"