#demon karma

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Picrew Karma Akabane ;)

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A sadistic grin painted over Karma's lips, the bruised man in front of him quivered as the red haired school student stalked foward. "You think this is a game? Taking advantage of young girls who can't even ride a bike with out training wheels?" Karma delivered a quick kick to the man, flinging him back to the end of the alley. Glass and other stray litter cutting the older man as he rolled across the ground.

The man jumped up, clutching his right arm as it bled. "Get lost kid! Mind your own damn business!" The man spoke, glaring daggers to hide the fear in his eyes.

Wrong move.

Karma tilted his head to the side, a smirk plastered over his pink lips. "Learn to keep your filthy hands to yourself, then we can talk. I couldn't careless if you went home and jacked off like a regular perv, but when you step outside looking for a- what did you call it? A 'fun time', then I get angry." Karma's cool voice spoke, a layer of lava forming under each letter.

The man ran towards the sadist, not knowing how skilled the kid actually is. The man lunghed foward, his left fist aiming for Karma's nose. Karma quickly took control by grabbing the man, and sending him face first into the graffiti covered brick wall next to him. "Wow," a coy tone left his throat, blood lust glazing over his eyes. "You're a horrible fighter!" Karma picked up the man, and threw him to the ground, the clutter cutting through the thin material of the man's shirt.

The man groan. He looked at Karma with glazed over eye, fear finally shining through the brown orbs. "P-Please! I won't do it again!" The man begged, jumping up to sit on his knees, bowing to Karma. The will to live drove him to speak when he should have stayed quiet.

"Shut up." Karma spoke, slamming his foot on the back of the man's bead, successfully knocking at least two teeth from the man's skull.

A dark aura surrounded Karma, and no longer a dark alley, instead a dark room: chains, whips, gags and more lined the royal red wall, gold lining the room's outline.

The man whipped his head side to side, he couldn't believe his eyes. Quickly he turned to the middle schooler that once stood before him in an uniform, now wore: a loose red, yellow, and black robe, a cow like skull with two horns and razor blade like teeth sat upon the robes design and on his shoulder, his bare chest covered in jagged black design. Behind the two horns, four thin jester like prongs sprouted from his red mess of hair.

His once whole face was split in half, on the left it was as before: Golden eyes wide with insanity, red hair tossled in just the right way, and a bone chilling smirk that would make a sinner try at heaven. On the left: his skin was a burnt flesh color, as if the intense heat had burnt away that side of his face, and that side only, reliving a wide golden eye, black smug marks circled his eyes as he had no eyelids, is once bone chilling smirk now a wide gaping smile, fulled with sharpened teeth, finally on his back were red and black bony, leathery, wings that could rip through anything with the talons that popped out of the end of the joints.

The man fell backwards, fear prevailing through any other emotion. Karma smirked and tilted his head. "Why so scared? Is it because you know you're going to die?" Karma hummed ideally and strode over to the wall, taking his sweet time to pick a way to end this poor man's life. "What should I use, tsk tsk, suck a hard decision," Karma picked up a forked blade. "Maybe this one, or," he placed the blade back on it's place on the wall, and instead picked up a metal ball, spikes protruding out from the sides. "Maybe I could just bash your head in," Karma smirked as he turned his head to the man, he flicked his wrist and spun the metal ball lazily, before putting that one down as well. "Or I could just kill you with my bare hands," Karma stalked over to the man, who begged for his own life, tears running down his snotty, disgusting face.

Karma grabbed the man by the collar and raised his fist, ready to beat the the life out of him, but a firm grip grabbed his arm.

Growling Karma turned his head, whoever dared stop him, was now dead. But Karma thought too soon, quickly gold met blue, Karma quickly dropped the man and stood up straight. In front of him was the only person who could enter his domain with out punishment. In front of him was Nagisa, in his snake form: Nagisa's light blue hair fell limply over and down his shoulders. And much like Karma, his face was split in half, the left like a normal human, the right a scaly green snake skin the trailed down to the rest of his body, coating him in the green scales. His body was dotted with snake eyes, and a large dark blue snake that matched his own curled around him, resting it's flat head on his shoulder.

"Nagisa,"

"Karma,"

The two males just stared at each other, a soft smile grazing Nagisa's lips as Karma let his signiture smirk fall to the blue eyed male. "What do you want," Karma demanded, irked that the bluette thought he could just waltz into his kingdom and get away with it.

"Why do you have this man here?" The snake on Nagisa's shoulder lazily lifted it's head, before going back to sleep.

"He tried to kidnap some kid," Karma pursed his lips before glancing at the man, who had dried tears and snot painted on his face.

Nagisa turned his head and stared at the man, disgust crossed his face. "There's no need for you to get your hands dirty, just turn him into the police,"

"Y-Yes! Please!" Karma's nose twitched as the man spoke, and resisted the urge to punch the man.

"The police will only lock him away, he won't learn his lesson," Karma spat, turning his head to the side, glaring at the man.

Nagisa placed his fingers gently under Karma's chin, leading the fiery red to his addictive gaze. "What would people say if he suddenly went missing, you were the last seen with him," Karma scowled at Nagisa, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes.

"Fine," Karma spat, but quickly changed tones. "Why do you always have to ruin my fun, Nagi~" Karma cupped Nagisa's face, a warm and seductive smirk played his lips. "Why must you be so mean," Karma leaned down, just as the other leaned up, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss.

Nagisa pushed Karma against the wall, letting the bluette take control. Nagisa stood on the tip of his toes, his arm wrapped around Karma's neck to pull him down, and Karma happily obliged.

Slowly their true forms worn away, and they were back in the alley. To a normal person, this would just look like two middle school students making out in an alley, in front of a rather beat up and scared adult.

As they pulled away, a smirk decorated Karma's now full face, and a loving, gentle look in his eyes. He leaned in once again, pressing a chaste kiss to Nagisa's pale lips. The two boys shared one last affectionate glance, before turning to the intruding man. "Now to take care of you." Karma spat at he roughly as he led the man to the police station, the redhead's bluette lover walking with them, Nagisa's fingers laced with Karma's.