Black Dog

Independent Project K RP Blog Crossover | AU | NSFW Kuroh Yatogami (夜刀神 狗朗) The former vassal of the deceased 7th King Ichigen Miwa.

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Recently I found the Rpers kuroh-kuroh and yashiro-yashiro and they’re super talented at writing! Not only that but they have really engaging and adorable threads together (not to mention their urls match!) I think they’re just too cute! I’m happy to know them both! -Anonymous

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>> Sharp silver optics widened as soft lips pressed just above his cheek, a light tint of rouge dusting over that pale white skin in the course of an instant. Blinking back to his current state of rationale, what was the Black Dog to say? This tiny confection coming from the child... perhaps a small token of gratitude would do. "...Thank you, Xion."

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i love your blog so much ^^

 "Your praises are my glory."

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» Kuro was really putting him on an egde now. All those pent-up feelings tightning Shiro’s chest hurt. Maybe he should just tell the dog what was bothering him. Kuro would force an answer out him eventually, be it today or tomorrow, so the king might as well just get it over with.

“Ah… There you go again. You truly have no idea how much it hurts me to hear does words from you, now do you? Do you really want me to say this to your face? I’m upset because I feel like I failed to meet your expectations. I’m not that ideal king you want me to be. I’m childish and a lair and apparently that’s all there is to it. I’m just an extra burden on your schoulders and in not a single way I have proven myself to be better than your old man. Well, this childish liar has just had about enough of being the case of misfortune for everyone, so if you excuse me, I’m going to go to a silent place were I can rot and be forgotten.”

» At with that Shiro rose from his chair and made an attempt to leave to a place where he could truly be alone.

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>> Abruptly, Kuroh reached out and sharply yanked the other back by the neck of his collar per usual, though this time, with enough intent to injure. Failed to meet his expectations? A burden on his shoulders? Just what was he playing at? It was ridiculous in the least; ha, Shiro truly was a child, taking all this so personally come the passing of so much time. Though he was only human to Kuroh's knowledge that have him no right to turn away from him and peg him with unnecessary guilt. They would settle this properly, or so help him, there would be bloodshed in the classroom.  "Stop running away from me, it's irritating." >> He tugged a little harder after hissing under his breath, resisting a growl entirely as he nearly lifted the little white rat from the floor; he was so scrawny light... he made it almost too easy for the Black Dog. Although to hurt him beyond repair seemed impossible at this point, Kuroh was holding back despite nearing the end of his boiling point limit. Keep it together... easy... "Have you ever considered that perhaps you never will succeed my late Master? That perhaps you're placing too large an oversight on yourself? I don't need you to prove yourself better than Master Ichigen--nor do I want you to. Please refrain from insulting his memory." >> Taking a deep breath and exhale, the Black Dog calmed his seething rage and released his hold on the other, immediately seizing his face and forcing him to meet his burning gaze in turn. There was absolutely no escape from this--prolonging the inevitable argument or dilemma would do them no good. Their enemies would exploit this, turn them against one another; that was truly the only burden on his shoulders that Kuroh wished to avoid. Trust was the key between a shaky relationship such as theirs; he'd be damned if it all went to waste over a few misconceptions...  "You are Isana Yashiro--that's all you'll ever be; not Miwa Ichigen. You have no right to claim his identity--no, you have to prove yourself worthy through your own endeavors to impress me. Though, I'll admit this without falter, at the moment, you simply sound like a sniveling brat."

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「黒犬」Yatogami Kuroh

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>> Kuroh pulled away from that gentle hold in order to meet gazes--to have those sharp silver meet deep amber once again to get his exact point across. No disractions would be tolerated; Kuroh would not repeat himself, not this time around; So Shiro would have to listen carefully and give him all his immediate attention for once. Anything else would simply be unacceptable. He'd certainly execute him on the spot if all else. "Isana Yashiro... I love you." >> Leaning over, Kuroh pressed a quick and chaste kiss to the other's lips, molding into the delicate shape of Shiro's fine contours before moving away a margin in order to continue speaking. This was it then; He wouldn't be able to hold back any longer--soon enough, Kuroh was sure he'd be gone to the desire overfilling his senses. "Until the very end, I want to be by your side. No matter the result--be it an evil King or someone else entirely different--I want to be with you until then." 

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   ”Not really.. I’ve seen ‘em being made but I never did it myself.” In the red’s mind that was just as good as actually doing it. He knew the basics from watching other people, so he must’ve picked up on something.. Well, he probably should have at this point. 

 Yata didn’t bother to mess with his clothes, feeling it was all the same anyway. It wasn’t like he was wearing anything fancy that he didn’t mind getting messed up. He just watched the other for a moment. Never ate an omelet with all that stuff in it.. Usually just ketchup. That was about the extent of his food knowledge  Ketchup, mustard, salt and sugar. That’s all he added. So that’s all he thought he needed. 

 ”You sure all that stuff goes into omelets? I thought they were just eggs..” Were there other things in omelets? Shit. He really hadn’t been paying attention. “Oh.. Uh. Ya seem like the type to want to cook all proper. I’ll get ya an apron or something.” He was pretty sure Izumo-san had a couple by the bar. 

 He rushed out to go find one.. but that place was like a maze. It was only organized in a way that the bartender understood. but it had to be somewhere in that side closet. 

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>> Kuroh felt his brow twitch, all the while resisting a heavy sigh--there was no real need to let his temper flare; it would simply make him seem ungrateful, leading to only his disservice as a guest here. Besides, he would have been more justified in his irritation if his expectations hadn't been set at a low standard to begin with. As if someone like Yata truly had the slightest idea about complicated cooking; He didn't need to lie profusely in order to hide his shame and make himself seem more competent in the kitchen; he was doing quite the opposite really. A waste of both their time and energy to be honest.

 "It's not particularly difficult. You simply add the extra bits into the mix and prepare as normally." >> At the instance of the unsure inquiry, Kuroh simply stared back with hard silence, unblinking silver boring into those narrow pair of gold. Kuroh had plenty of experience to know his way around the sort of simple dish. To even be questioned at his expertise passed down from the teachings of his late Master... unforgivable! He'd show the red clansman first hand what he was capable of in homage to his former King. >> Wordlessly, as Yata moved away to search for an apron for him to wear, Kuroh pulled through the drawers around him until he finally managed to procure the proper utensils: a cutting board and a sharp knife, as well as a whisk and large mixing bowl, setting up his station before all else was to begin. Well, apron or not, he was careful not to soil his clothing; chopping up the onions and peppers would be no messy task, so he tackled that first, moving the blade's edge to rhythm of a low hum under his breath and keeping to his even tempo. 

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