#(x. niragi threads)

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@rahge​ said:  ❛  Someone’s flesh is rotting tonight ❜ from this

There was a method to his madness, and it was a complicated mess of neurons firing upon neurons as they worked through every possible scenario that could unfold once they stepped foot inside the remnants of the abandoned factory that had been chosen as their game location for the evening. There were a million different things that could be said about Niragi, but methodical wasn’t one of them. He was a spur of the moment kind of guy, impulse made flesh, so the method in his madness was often haphazard and ill-thought out, but tonight…

Tonight, was different.

Tonight, something was wrong.

“As long as it’s not ours,” he spoke drolly, almost as if he wasn’t the least bit concerned that she might be right. Weapon casually resting against his shoulder, he paused his steps long enough to get a read on the building in front of them. Three stories. Dark. Boarded up. Undeniable stench of death. Check. All the things that made walking into it like something seen in a horror movie. “They processed fish here. That’s probably what you smell.”

It wasn’t. But maybe he was trying to make her feel a tiny bit better – one of his exceedingly rare displays of kindness. Then, whatever kindness he’d been trying for disappeared with a harsh laugh. “Or maybe it’s just the idiots who weren’t as smart as us. Let’s go.” A step forward, followed by another slight pause. “Don’t die. It stinks enough already in there.”

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@buntsuko​ said:  “If I were a zombie, I’d eat you first.” (foooooor Niragi!)

An eyebrow raised, indignant huff following – despite it being tinged with genuine amusement. Niragi was no stranger to pick-up lines; there were people at the Beach who would do just about anything to be on his good side. But that line? That one was new. It took him a second to recover from the amusement, just long enough to allow his face to fall back into that dead-pan, side-eye stare that made so many nervous.

“That so?” he asked, monotone – even if he was curious as to why. “Even as a zombie you’d have good taste.” Shifting on his feet, he took a moment to switch the ever-present rifle on his arm to the other shoulder so that he could properly give his attention to the woman. “What do you want? Most people don’t throw out random compliments and pick-up lines if they don’t want something. You want me to keep you alive during the next game?”

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@mvxnn​ | starter call | niragi & briar

Niragi didn’t really care if the girl stayed alive or not; the quicker she died, the quicker he got to go back to Tokyo. However, he’d been tasked with at least trying to keep her upright and moving, since his bosses had just gotten word that there was a hit out on her life. Apparently, she was important to someone higher up the food chain than he was, so…

Seoul, it was.

“Hey,” an indifferent nod was thrown in her direction, eyes scanning the room so that could get a read on everyone involved. “I was sent from Tokyo. There’s a hit out on you, and my boss doesn’t want you to die – so…” He grinned, one sided. “They sent me to babysit. I’m Niragi.”  

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@ofeden | color starter | niragi & madden

Both passionate and emotional, burnt sienna is a color of strong sentiments. From romantic to platonic affairs, burnt sienna promotes deep passion. While love and adoration are inherently good things, burnt sienna can sometimes cross a line.

It’s not that he wanted Madden, because he didn’t - not really. Well, maybe. But that was beside the point. What was exactly the point, though, was the he didn’t take well to being disrespected, and the person that had literally bumped in between them to get Madden’s attention had blatantly disrespected him. It was nothing to twist the knife, sink the blade deep into the area of the back that would land it right between lower ribs. Slowly, he lowered the person to the chair between them and shrugged nonchalantly when he met his friend’s eyes.

“I don’t like being bumped,” he said, leaving it at that as he finished off the drink in front of him and nodded toward the door. “We should probably go. Help me carry this one out, okay? We’ll just pretend like it’s a drunk friend and…what was the name of that movie? Where they carried the dead guy around? Weekend something… Yeah, we’ll just do that and then throw him in the harbor.”

Niragi cut his eyes toward the other man, heavy sigh following suit. “And no, quit looking at me like that. I’m not jealous.” Clearly, the truth to that statement was dubious – and written across his face. “I told you; I just don’t like being bumped.”

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KISSES | accepting

@tetheredflame​ | niragi & chishiya

“Shut the fuck up, Chishiya.” Niragi walked forward until he was flush against the other man’s body, butt of his gun held loosely over his shoulder. It was infuriating, the way those fucking eyes kept watching him like he knew something that Niragi didn’t – or that he knew more about him than he should. The later was more likely, and it didn’t do anything but piss him off further. “You talk too fucking much, and you stare too fucking much too.” It didn’t help that he knew Chishiya saw right through his act, saw the heart of who he was before they both wound up wherever the fuck they were now.

He hated it; hated that someone else knew who he once was and what he’d been through. Niragi had completely reinvented himself since coming to Borderland, pushed away that kid that was bullied and picked on so badly – but all it took was one look from those damned eyes to transport him back to those days, back to that place that he hated.

When he kissed him, there was no tenderness, no passion or grace. It was all anger and frustration, teeth nipping hard enough that he could taste the first coppery blush of blood on his tongue. But there was something else there as well, buried beneath the anger. Desperation, the barest hint of longing and pain, scorched its way into the kiss and layered with the anger in ways that he would have never had the nerve to voice aloud. Then it slowed, left him reeling, when he pulled back just far enough to brush thumb over Chishiya’s bottom lip – an act that was almost polar opposite of what the kiss had been. It was a tenderness almost alien to them, or at least, alien to this version of them. “You talk too fucking much.” But the words had lost their venom, lost all pretense. Those emotions were replaced with wonder – and worry that he had let him in too far. “Goddamnit, why do you talk so fucking much?”

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@astraeignis | color starter | niragi & your choice! 

Lapis Lazuli: Its deep, celestial blue remains the symbol of royalty and honor, gods and power, spirit and vision. It is a universal symbol of wisdom and truth.

“If you want me to tell you the truth, just ask.” Niragi shrugged as if it was no big deal to spill that he was a hitman for the mafia, that he regularly hurt and killed others for bosses that barely knew he was alive. He wasn’t the least bit ashamed, not even worried they would say something to the authorities. “Yes, I killed him. He had a big mouth.” And it was as simple and as complicated as that. The guy was an informant, someone that had once been a trusted ally but had taken a little bit of power and ran with it; he wanted to be the big boss, wanted to run everything, and was willing to sacrifice anyone he could to get it.

That simply wouldn’t do.

So Niragi killed him and dropped his body over the edge of a pier for the sharks.

“Right now, I would assume he’s keeping the fish fed…” Another indifferent shrug as he kicked his feet up on the table. “Why? Don’t tell me you’re actually going to miss that loud mouthed bastard?”  

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@tetheredflame | niragi & chishiya

     “Your eyes really get on my nerves. All the goddamn time. Staring like you know more than you should. Someone should pluck them out.” The words were said for what was probably the hundredth time in the course of their knowing one another, but Nigari meant it each and every time it was uttered. Still, Chishiya was the one he sought out after the Beach went up in literal and metaphorical flames. In all honesty, Chishiya’s eyes made him nervous, like a mirror that reflected his darkest sins.

Guilt.

And guilt wasn’t a feeling Niragi ever wanted to allow himself to feel.

He made himself at home on the sofa of some ridiculously run-down apartment, feet kicked up on a dusty coffee table, ever trusty sniper rifle leaning against the shoulder that wasn’t bandaged from the burns. “I should shoot you.” Grin stretched across his face, maliciously turning up the corners of his lips – but they both knew he wouldn’t. If he’d been intending to shoot Chishiya, he would have done it from the building rooftop across the street. “Or set you on fire! That shit really hurt, and if the pool hadn’t been there, I would have died.”  

It was comical in the way that he was almost pouting, but he was too fucking tired to care. It had been two days – two days of hunting people down and trying to figure out what happened after Aguni died and everything went to hell. Apparently, they’d found the witch, but it was getting close to time for another game so that visas could be extended. “I know you have those cards, and I know we’re going after Face Cards. So…consider me your new roommate until this is over.” Another smile, this one wide-eyed and innocent in its attempt, but failing to come across as anything other than manic.   “Oh, and Chishiya…once I can forgive. Keep your homemade toys to yourself, or next time I’ll paint the wall with your blood and let the vultures eat your insides. Now…which room is mine?”