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i’d do ANYTHING for family.
“Mmhm. I hope this looks alright....”
The researcher pulls on an arrow, staring at himself in the mirror. His hair was now a pinkish-red color. The red started at the top, fading into a pink color near the tips.
He had perfected a combination of chemicals mixed with quirks to create something that would change the users eye color. Or at least he thought he perfected it since he had used it to change his color. His eyes were now a bright red.
He turned away from the mirror to go work on things.
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SO I’m back!!! I changed Kurono’s bio a little so go check that out pls!
I’ll be changing Chrono’s information today. My ideas for him have changed. Also I’m back.
v4n1shed:
He’s only here to see one of the staff members, in truth– normally he’d make his own coffee at home, but today he was here on business. What he wasn’t here for, was to have hot coffee splashed all over his dry-cleaned clothes, along with his favorite vest.
If he’d had forewarning, he could have prevented it with a single warp, at the expense of giving himself away. For a few moments, he’s stunned, bewildered by what had just occurred, though he’s quick to compose himself with little more than an annoyed groan. “As you should be.” He rasps, eyeing his coffee-stained clothes with disdain before they travel towards the other, who seemed to be a deer in the headlights. “Perhaps it would be in your best interest to look where you are headed, hm? Lest you spill coffee on the WRONG man.”
Producing a hand cloth, he wipes up what he can, his face, his hands, before he offers it towards the Precept out of courtesy. Of course he knows who this is– he knows almost everyone in the criminal underworld, including their faces, where applicable. First impressions stick with KUROGIRI like a terminal illness.
“I don’t suppose you’re going to at least pay for this, are you?“
His mind was racing, overwhelming him.
“Yes of course I’m going to pay for it.”
He hissed the sentence out taking the cloth and wiping up the coffee on himself. Yes he did feel bad. He knew the feeling of getting something on his clothes that would stain. Mainly blood on his pristine white clothes. It was pretty irritating.
He sets the cup of coffee down, barely noticing the sting that he gets from the boiling hot coffee. He was never one to feel pain. And he would never be. He simply raises a hand to his forehead and lets out the l o n g e s t sigh. God Kai was going to kill him.
“Look, that was a complete accident. I’m terrible when it comes to things like this. Can’t you see my hands? I don’t do public interactions. I barely do any interactions at all.”
Annoyance washed over him. Not at the villain in front of him, but at himself. He really should have sent Setsuno to do the errands. Then he wouldn’t have to put up with this.
“Ya see, I don’t mess with stuff like this. I’m supposed to be doing things for Overhaul but, somehow I ended up here. Not by choice. I don’t even know where I’m supposed to be going anymore. Anyway, how much do you want? Mimic gave me cash. I can give it to you.”
He pulls out a turtle wallet, not even batting an eyelash. It was kind of young for him, but did he care? Nope. He liked it because it worked for him. He picks up his coffee, sipping it. Ah yes, the taste of an over caffeinated beverage.
@v4n1shed
‘Course, Hari was stuck with running errands. He wasn’t the most excited to run these errands. They called for him to speak to other human beings. Hari wasn’t social in any aspect. He liked to keep to himself. Invite him to a party and he’d hang in the bathroom and call it the Anti-party. The only time he might leave, is if his phone was dying and he needed to charge it.
Somehow he ended up in a coffee shop. His worst nightmare. He was Q U A K I N G. Not really, but his hands shook slightly. He was terrible with this sort of thing. Usually someone else would order for him. Where was Setsuno when you needed him.
He stepped up, ordering what he needed. (Something about 4 shots of expresso.) He received his drink, taking it slowly. Was he going to drop his coffee? You bet. He would and he didn’t doubt himself. It was only a matter of time.
He concentrated heavily on trying to walk without spilling the damn coffee everywhere. Even with the lid on he was doing a terrible job. Luck was not on his side when he bumped into someone, sending coffee everywhere.
“Oh god I’m so sor- oh.”
To look up and see a member of the League was even worse than the spilled droplets of coffee everywhere. He wasn’t quite sure if the League member would recognize him without his signature bird mask. Hari didn’t even remember this guy’s name. All he knew was that he was in the League. His mind flashed to what Kai had shown him about them.
Well shit.
kuronomancer:
In the hut, Hari was done with everything for the day. Living alone had its advantages - he could do whatever he wanted and could build his own schedule -, but sometimes it was tiring as well. After all, he also had to cook and clean for himself.
At least dinner was ready.
It was getting late. Who could be at the door this time? Hari rarely - if ever - had visits. His uncle had left years ago, leaving him alone to take care of himself. He would’ve sent a letter if he were to visit…
It probably was just a hunter or child who got lost. Hari could offer some shelter for the night if that were the case; this happened before, so it wouldn’t be really a surprise. Besides, walking in the woods during the night could get dangerous.
He stood up from the kitchen chair, not really expecting much. It wasn’t like burglars would be in the forest at this time. Hari was surprisingly calm about the knocking. After all, it could be said that he really knew his way in the woods.
It wasn’t like he had another chance at life, anyway.
He opened the door…
“What-” his voice died halfway, as soon as his eyes met the figure who stood in front of him, tired and bleeding.
They had the same face. The same hair. Hari remembered the stories his uncle told to him long ago, about his family and a bond that needed to be forgotten, about his walking reflection that got to live in the castle and was destined to rule over the kingdom.
His lost brother.
“Prince Hiroo?”
His good eye traveled up to the figure standing in front of him. It widened. That hair, those eyes. Just like his memories held. His brother. His hands came up to cover his eye, almost ashamed of it. He averted his eyes, opting to look at the ground. He just wanted to be shot and killed. Maybe he should have let the city people kill him.
“I-I.....Please help me.”
He couldn’t stop the blood from flowing over his hands and down his arms. For now he was just going to put seeing his brother again on the back burner. Either he was going to bleed out or his eye was going to get infected if he didn’t do anything.
He couldn’t help a pathetic sniffle slip out. He just wanted to sit down and c r y. But he couldn’t. He had to seem strong. In reality he wasn’t. He was broken. A mess. Someone not worthy to live. Everything the city folk had done, wore away at his very being. Sanded it down to almost nothing.
He looked up at his brother again, pain very apparent in his eye. Emotional pain, mental pain, physical pain. Any and every type of pain. He knew the minute the damage was done to his eye that he would never be able to see out of it again. He wasn’t necessarily upset about that. He was more upset that he had to leave his father.
He didn’t know how Hari would react to anything Hiroo did. Including the tears that were starting to slide down his cheek. The salt from his tears hurt his left eye. He knew it wasn’t dignified for a prince to cry, but he wasn’t a prince anymore. By leaving, he gave up his title. He wanted nothing to do with that city anymore.
He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to stop it from quivering.
“P-please...”
He swung around the corner of the city, leaping over a couple of boxes. It would be easy for the city people to find him. He was leaving a trail of blood splatters behind him. He knew he had to get out of the city and into the forest. It was the only way he’d truly be safe.
He was so close to the gates of the city. He could almost touch them. He panicked when he heard shouting and foot steps behind him. No no no! They were getting closer. Just hearing them made his eye ache and throb. What they had done was unforgivable. He would forever remember the pain of having a nail driven through his eye.
All because he was royalty and they weren’t.
Prince Hiroo. That’s what he was called by the people of the city. Prince Hiroo, son of Queen Erai and King Akimitsu. The King and the Queen had another son. Hiroo’s twin, Hari. But when Queen Erai was killed because of political reasons, Hari and Hiroo were separated. One being left in the city, and the other escaping.
Hiroo grew up with his father, only knowing little about his brother. He had vague memories of Hari, only consisting of some of their interactions. He remembered his brothers blue hair and piercing blue eyes.
He passed through the gates, running straight into the forest. He was leaving all he had behind. His father, who was on his death bed. He would forever live with the guilt of not being there when his father died. But he couldn’t stay there anymore.
Years and years of abuse had gotten to him. Instead of letting the city folk do what they wanted, he got up and ran. He got up from the ground, ripping the nail from his eye and running away. He didn’t care anymore, he just needed to get out.
He sped into the forest, nearly tripping on a root. The further he went into the forest, his panic started to build even more. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what his place was anymore. Would he die out here? He wouldn’t be surprised. With his luck some animal would come after him. Maybe the legendary Skin Walker would kill him. What a way to go.
About ten seconds after he ran into a tree, he saw a small hut with it’s lights on. Maybe....maybe they could help him. At least help him with his eye. That’s all he needed. Just so it wouldn’t get infected.
He walked up to the door, tiredness weighing down on his shoulders. He reached out, knocking on the door. Please....Please let someone answer it.
He was so tired.
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“None of you can see the big picture.”
Well, the idea of yakuza restoring the underworld… Is just detached from reality.
“Fear of the unknown is what drives us, pal.”
“And you’ve almost crossed the horizon.”
kuronomancer:
“Hospitals are fun when you’re not the one trapped in a bed.” Hari couldn’t help himself when it came to replying. He moved the minute hand of his hair by a few inches, placing it defensively in front of his eye as he heard his twin talk, voice and eyes showing clear excitement.
“What do you mean by interesting?” Coming from Hiroo, he was looking for trouble.
Hari couldn’t deny that he was a curious bird.
You’re going to be the one trapped in a bed.
“Interesting as in something thats fun and will take away boredom? At least my boredom. It’s called making innocents suffer. Or well....maybe not innocents.”
A pout settled across his lips, his eyes sliding to the side. He was BORED and IRRITATED. All he wanted was some FUN. Lord give him strength to live through his twin’s nonsense.
kuronomancer:
Hari’s gaze got fixated in the sharp, dark nail that presented itself right in front of his uncovered eye, too close for his confort. He moved his head back, trying to avoid actual contact with his twin’s finger.
“I don’t think sending your twin to the hospital is the correct meaning of fun.”
“The hospital is always fun.”
Hiroo grinned, his eyes gleamed something sinister. Oh how did he love toying with his twin. It was so much fun. It made up for the rest of Hiroo’s boring life. Teal tinted hair is held ‘tween black nails, twisted here and there.
“Let’s do something interesting.”
