♔*repugnance.

i would rather sit on a p u m p k i n and have it all to myself than be crowded on a v e l v e t cushion. ( indie kuroha. selective. )

[taedii]

foolish leader:

{→} Nonchalant mien glaring at the brunet tightening his grip onto the carmine  collar, auburn hues were narrowed, narrowed at a point they could examine each  little facets sketched across an aghast puff of air, parted lips bitten by with  vehemence as soon as a direct visual contact is enclenched, bearing the weight of  wrath & confusion melded in beads of blood prickling slowly from commissures.  Contemplating parallel phizog close to a prisitine innocence albeit ruined &  stabbed by a poisonous smile which doesn’t belong to Konoha, a subtle enigma  riddling over the android’s actions delighted to await the youth’s reaction, reply,  whatever worth to distract him. Advancing death chanting its requiem, something  cumbersome tottered through Kido’s mindset. A sentiment of dejà-vu, yet  impossible to pinpoint nor to recall how & where such a recherché feeling might  came from, to say the least it is not of his pounding heart he started to get a  paranoiac attitude, he already figured out the differentiating detail between Konoha  and that.. despicable entity.

 It was utterly comical, barely normal to be the witness & puppet devised to meet his  creator the reason of why they’re all born to be united in a same & unfathmoable  future. Howbeit naught shivers or fears will stop a fist to rebound across ivory  cheek, correlating former menacing hiss he divulged between filtred sigh (gasps  interfering with syllables he planned to liberate.)

                       ❝  What do you want, bastard?                            You’re not welcomed here. ❞

 Preaches splashing in an indubitable rhetorical quote. How many times he fought  him? Steps walking towards an plight but never they considered to back-up a few  inches to save his life? Never. It’s disgusting to fall once again in a facile trap  probably made to be eschew in a split second if precaution is the remedy of a  mordant plague.

             he doesn't see the blow coming until it's much too late; but given lightning-fast reflexes, it isn't as though dodging would be difficult. still, he lets the blow land, releasing his hold on the other with great ceremony ( and likely, much more force than necessary ) as a chilling peal of laughter slithers forth from between pallid lips. there isn't a trace of red to be seen on the monster's own skin -- this body is the best, the best, the best, and it fills him with an otherwise unimaginable glee that builds to a crescendo -- but he raises a hand of his own to caress it regardless, shaking his head. "tsubomi, tsubomi -- didn't you hear what i just said?" 

this time, it's his turn to move; and move he does, vanishing in one moment and appearing directly behind the other in the next, trusty gun grinding into the back of green locks. "you're a rude, rude, ungrateful little brat, aren't you?" a grin spreads across features that display an expression of triumph -- because as innocent as he is, kido isn't doing the best job of concealing the genuine fear dancing through coal optics. ( a pity, given his adept skills when it comes to concealing himself. it's cowardly to the point of being pathetic, really. ) "i want you to scream," whispers the serpent, breath just grazing the other's ears as he leans in, smirk wider than ever. yellow hues are aglow with delight as he continues, in that same, repulsively vile tone. "i want you to shriek and sob and show me all those delicious expressions that i know you're capable of."

and then comes the transition once again, from low and threatening to something sweet as sugar ( which is even more terrifying, by all rights; because it's kuroha that these words are coming from ) when his mouth opens next -- taunting, taunting, always taunting. "hey, hey... you can entertain me like that for a bit, right?" a chuckle. "or i can make you."

[taedii]

rottenhikimori

             time after time, he's reminded himself of how crude it is to play with his food; but time after time, he finds himself doing so regardless ( and with an undeniable glee that simmer through the entire process, to top it all off ). at times, he considers his work an art of sorts -- blind repetition can only last so long before becoming painfully boring, after all. there's an audience to please, which is why kuroha will put on the best possible show for the queen that he knows will be bearing witness.

and thus the opening act commences, with enough pomp and circumstance to satisfy even the most critical of connoisseurs. at the moment, his prey has vacated the premises in search of sustenance -- but he'll be patient ( it's necessary, after all; call it a building-up of suspense, if you will ) for the time being. lanky limbs are sprawled onto shintaro's bed with a certain sense of entitlement as a smirk of anticipation gradually slithers across pallid features. 

             " -- let the show begin."

[taedii]

lost little lamb:

           ❝ I thought I were alone, but I find a new companionship. ❞

 The voice lulls & the countenance is inclined but expressionism doesn’t follow  customary jocoseness cemented upon his young’s ivory lineaments often brighten,  somehow nosy & impatient to hear what’s the latter reason shoving him off into a  disreputable alley from that city— wait, what’s the name, again? The brunet solely  dared to pass by & ultimately questionning a single citizen about his whereabouts.  Oh, that kind of lucidity striding his mindset clarify the need to choke out another  lineage of words, moreso a query.

           ❝ Can you tell me where I am? I’m somehow a visitor. ❞

             saccharine syllables tumble forth from pale lips at the sight of the stranger; timbres are laden with amusement rather than any other emotion as golden optics sweep over him in a casual glance. "somehow a visitor?" he echoes, tongue curling around the last word to the point where it's almost a hiss ( yet another quality of the youth that's undeniably snake-like ). 

"apologies, but i'm not exactly a tour guide. find someone else." the dismissal is curt, and there's a smug air around him as if challenging the other to do something about how utterly unhelpful he's being -- but granted, even if this boy chooses not to, kuroha will be sure to garner at least a bit of amusement from watching him struggle.

[taedii]

foolish leader:

{→} Move, use your back up steps to abscond & prevent the others— wait, that face is  clearly Konoha’s porcelain visage albeit he never eroded such cheeky grin ruining his  face & devoiling the vestiges of a pristine candid countenance. Erstwhile the android  adorned adorable expressionism collapsed as an angel loosing their wings,  thereupon the greenette retracted his tongue & usual indolent attitute to revert  back contumacious reflexs playing with his life, his sake, & more importly, his safety.  Howbeit, a leader must protect their members, their comrades, their suppor.  & that is why his lips dared to un-curl their fibres, calling a question from vocal  chords.

                       ❝  Where is he? Where is Konoha? ❞

 You know who he is, bastard. That’s what his raucous intonation wished to say,  conveying a sentiment of fear & rage upon the taller figure contorting a smile Kido  always hoped to preserve, to not let fade away or being slowly tarnished.  But, moving is too risky, it’s radically a concept of picking up the good decision.  A kind of russian roulette.

             it's rare to see the typically unfaltering leader in such a state of distress -- is this kind of twist really that shocking? a flash of pink can be seen as tongue grazes over pale lips; his pace is leisurely ( relaxed, even ) as he saunters over to where the other stands stock-still. every step is yet another taunt, coupled with the ruthless hunger on his face that isn't worth the effort to conceal -- if anything, its unfamilar presence on features that have only known the gentlest of expressions serves its purpose well to unnerve the other. very good, very good! it's a performance worthy of a standing ovation, and he won't hesitate to provide a fitting reward.

"like i said -- " an iron grip extends to grab the greenette by the collar of his shirt, cheshire grin never faltering all the while. "i have no idea who you're talking about. you've been going on about this 'konoha' person for a while now, without even bothering to greet your guest properly -- it's kind of insulting, isn't it?" grip tightens, coupled with golden orbs that bore into the other without the batting of a single eyelash. "hey, isn't it -- ?"

[taedii]

scarletheoryofhappiness

             narrowed into slits, golden hues radiate nothing but vehemence as a cutting gaze is levelled in the girl's direction. granted, this is far from their first meeting ( and there's a certain irony to how last time, their positions had been in a perfect reversal ) but it is the first in his current body. this time, there isn't a meddlesome host present with his pathetic wishes preventing kuroha from doing what he wants with this wench -- all of which involve a delectable assortment of violence at the moment. 

"what do you want?" not a single trace of fondness can be heard; if anything, there's a haggardness to the male's tone that clearly implies his distaste for the other's presence. "after spending so long in here, don't tell me you came back just for the sake of lording your little victory over me -- ?" features twist into a sneer at those words, suggesting that his former confidence hasn't quite been battered into the dust just yet.

[taedii]

foolish leader:

{→} He didn’t know what will await him once converse are ready to traverse the  door’s stygian entrance. He wasn’t aware that somebody dear is eager to meet  his road, to encounter the commander & salute him a d e q u a t e l y.  Sagged  shoulders earned a slight tension upon flesh met coold zephyr, hesistance placing  a quandary between the decision to back up his steps or shake it off & continue his  adventure within the domicile— if only the foyer was left alone. If only today could  have been another tranquil day. Eyeing on the perimeter, orbs drapped abaft  emerald tufts, tepid sweat drops dribbled along cheeks’ curves as soon as an  unhinged click broke the serenity.

                       ❝  —… Konoha? ❞

 came his response under the form of a astonished murmur.

             a delightful ignorance dances on the so-called leader's visage; to the point where laughter can no longer be held back, and he crows with amusement. "konoha?" repeats the youth, voice bubbling with mirth. fabric rustles as lanky limbs shift up and around -- he takes his sweet time rising from the sofa, gun and sights still trained on the greenette. ebony tresses of his own glide across sallow skin in a questioning head tilt, and timbres are soft as velvet in a proclamation of innocence ( laden with more than a hint of sarcasm ). 

"who's that?" fingers hover mere millimetres over the trigger; with the remainder of the household having taken their turns during the other's absence, there's plenty of time to make him beg -- at least, until a certain catalyst to this tragedy shatters at last ( because she will, without a doubt; she always has ). "i have no idea who you're referring to."

[taedii]

blindfoldedleader

             there's a delicious sort of silence that hums through the base as the male languishes oh-so-casually on a couch that was once a certain deceiver's perch of preference; past tense being employed simply because the aforementioned youth now lies motionless against a nearby coffee table, never to wake again. the weapon in his hands is given one spin, and then another -- landing with a satisfying clap against pallid digits just as the front door cracks open.

lips curve into a smile that's almost welcoming ( in a mocking, mocking manner ) and he raises the gun in a salute.

                                                                                   " -- welcome home."

[taedii]

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

             “my first memory of a human is probably —             the pitiful, pitiful wailing that one can be capable of.”