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   ooc ; i’ll also probably be making this blog closer to my homicidal!au than originally intended only because i miss that fuckin au and god do i love me a violent shizuo

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  ooc ; blog overhaul done. icons are still a wip until i figure out what i like best. but yay progress.

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Shizuo didn’t know what to expect when he walked back into town. The people walked by him as if they hadn’t noticed him, the behemoth finding their ignorance to his presence quite disarming. He felt isolated, lost among the crowd as they appeared to not give a damn that this creature walked among them once again.

It was...strange, he thought whilst an odd feeling overcame him. His fingers twitched as they searched for his cigarettes, only finding the empty carton he had stashed away in his pocket hours previously. He wondered if this was a good thing. That his reputation had all but vanished as did he for that period of time. Perhaps now he could live that peaceful life he had always wanted. And yet, as the minutes passed, the more he realized that unsettling feeling he had never wavered. And the more he watched all those strangers pass by, he began to realize that perhaps this wasn’t what he wished for.

    ---Perhaps this peaceful life was much too lonely for the monster of Ikebukuro.

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Kanra’s head hung upside down from the metal cot in the small holding cell. Her legs kicked up on the faded white bricked wall. Eyes moving over towards her prison mate. The Monster of Ikebukuro. Casually she eye rolled some. They had both been caught at the scene of a gruesome murder, though only one of them was guilty of it. Hence why they had taken her clothes, yet left her cheek blood stained. It wasn’t — however like she felt the urges anymore. Kanra couldn’t. Programmed now to kill whoever Manya wanted dead. Mostly low leveled thugs that he couldn’t spare any time on. Because he sure did love to take his time disemboweling others. A heavy sigh, before moving to sit upright. Rubbing her cheek of the stain finally on her shoulder.

 Feeling his cold stare on her. ❛ It wasn’t MY FAULT okay. I don’t have choices like I used to. You actually think I can help doing any of this anymore?  ❜ A chuckle before shaking her head about. Settling it with a smirk.  ❛ You could have ran you know. Or thrown something at the police. But no, you didn’t. You are worthless. Just like you always were.  ❜ 

Standing up from the metal cot and traveling over to stand next to him. Hanging her arms out of the bars, letting her chin come to settle against them. Eyes rolling to look over at him.  ❛ If you really wanted though —— you could break that wall over there. And we don’t ever have to see each other again.  ❜ A tease of course. Their acquaintanship was complicated. They weren’t even really friends. Never were. Maybe in her other disgusting body. 

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Shizuo’s distaste only grew as he watched the raven move about. False charges loomed over his head as he sat in the dark prison cell, face to face with a creature who was far too similar to him, and yet -- not at all. Much like him, she was a monster. A creature that was feared among the bravest of men. But unlike him, she was chained to a retched naysayer.

For the most part, she was tamed.

He was not -- for the most part.

This was only one of many reasons of his hatred towards Kanra. Another happened to be the reason he was trapped behind these prison bars like a common thug. Nay-- a murderer. He had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. A feat he too often found himself responsible of.

Rough hands clutched at his seat until his knuckles turned white, his body rigid once the female got close to him. His focus wasn’t on the raven’s jarring words, but rather the face she wore in order to confront him. Mocking, was the right word.  He was all too familiar with it. Not just from her, but the man who had created her. The cretin, the flea. He had only hoped he would be found innocent soon. --- Quickly, he thought, before he ended up reaching out a hand to crush that much too familiar face of hers.

“And set you loose?” His facial expression hadn’t changed much from that look of antipathy. At most, he could expect to be wearing it until he was walked out of these cell doors by the same people who locked him up.

                       “You’d be lucky if I don’t kill you before the feds do.”

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I HAVE TO REDO ALL MY FUCKIING ICONS

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                               ( TAINTED CIRCUITS. ) autoplay. 

                                      Independent && Selective                                        ( DROID. ) Kanra Orihara. 

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【腐向け】エクソシズ雄とヴァンパイ也【イザシズ】

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【腐注意】【デュラララ!!】落書き by kase || please do not remove source

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my final thought before making most decisions: fuck it

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Was he breastfed?

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   ░ ; "Ah---” Well, as a mother she had to do what needed to be done, right? And every mother needed to feed her child. . .right?

                                  “I-I. . .er, I used a pump. . .?”

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We know you love your son no matter what. However, would you still prefer if he hadn't developed this strange strength of his? How do you think life would be different if he didn't have it?

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   ░ ; . . .What a strange question, she thought to herself, although she couldn’t dismiss the fact that yes-- she’s asked herself the same thing in the past. “NORMAL,” she mumbled, although she knew that wasn’t the right word for it. He would have been considered a normal child, yes, but to her, he already was normal. Every child got angry. Every child FOUGHT with their brother on occasion. The only thing that made him different was something in his BRAIN.

   “No.” If he didn’t have his strength, this CRUTCH, she wouldn’t know what child she would have raised. He might have been different, but he was still that; just a child. Just because he was different, that didn’t make him any less hers.

   It was just a SHAME that no else saw that.

   “If he was like all the other boy’s. . .” she quietly said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Perhaps he wouldn’t have been so ALONE.”

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Does Shizuo still call/come to visit?

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   ░ ; “Yes.” Well, not as much as she liked. She knew Shizuo was more than capable of taking care of himself, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t WORRY. “…Ashamed?” Sometimes she thought he felt ASHAMED to talk to her. As if his abnormality could disrupt her already abnormal life, but she was too afraid to ask him.

   “…It’s been a while,” she murmured.

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"Anything embarassing?"

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   ░ ; “…Yes!” A giggle, her fingers tapping her bottom lip as she thought— Even for an aberrant, her son had A LOT of stories that would turn him red if he knew she had plans of retelling them.

   “Shizuo…likes to SLEEPWALK.” It was something he got from his father, who also did the same thing. “He also likes to sleep NUDE.” She giggled again, lips stretched apart with a smile. “You can imagine our faces when we got the call that our son had been found the next morning three blocks away from our home…

                    —at a MAID CAFE.”