Xi Luhan ■ was a Forensics Teacher ■ Criminal Profiler - Serial Killer Hunter
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Xi Luhan ■ was a Forensics Teacher ■ Criminal Profiler - Serial Killer Hunter
⊰ — ʙoʀɗərs ouɠht to be crossed,
ℒɪƒe ought to be endeƊ yet,
ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇss stays the same. ⊱
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♕ — ”I gotta find a regalia…” The god murmured to himself, rubbing a dirty hand on his tracksuit, and then rubbing some spirit goo off his chin. A grey splotch of infected skin on the opposite hand demanded attention; but Yato couldn’t make his way to a shrine. At least, not now. In the defenseless, battered state that he was in, he would be a laughing stock to whatever god’s shrine he walked into.
The war god rolled a half-empty beer can he had found on the side of the road between his hands, the once-cooled liquid splashing against the sides. The other half was already injected, making the male’s face flushed, his speech nonsense, and his stride unsteady.
Kristopher has been observing this…man…for a while now. At least, he thinks that it’s a man. Would a normal man have such peculiar light coming from his skin? Suspicions creep into Kristopher’s mind…surely…it wasn’t…it was far far too early...
He clenches his jaws. For the sake of humanity! He cries, internally, of course. Approaching the figure with a few tentative steps, he calculates the worst case scenario…he would show no mercy if it came to that.
“Who are you, and what is your business, stranger?” he bellows.
♕ — "The question is, who are you?" The young god retorted, he wanted to say more but with his current situation? He will be nothing more than a corrupted god, a mere food to the phantoms who are waiting for the night time to come. But he was stubborn, he will never ask help to a human, let alone, a guy who was making weird expressions since he had seen him.
With his last remaining strength, he managed to somehow, stand up but walking on the other hand seems to be a difficult task for him right now. "Japanese shrine," He then paused, was he really going to ask a human for help? No, he thought inwardly as he forced himself to walk to the nearby shrine before the untainted skin on his body spreads even more, bumping all over the lamp posts as he did .
"Besides that, since Yato-chan is a god of combat, he also kills humans."
"I remember asking for no such help sir. I am merely asking if what you claim is true. People tell lies, after all. I wish not to fall prey to one." He gave of huff of his own before thinking it over. "I am in need of help in one area, however I doubt your skills also include sword or people finding?"
♕ — "But I am no people—human, to be exact. I am Yato, a Delivery God. And those who can see me or my number are in need of help." He tilted his chin, a prideful smile painting all over his lips. However, his smile has been washed away at the mention of the word: sword. "5 yen and I will find those whom you seek. I am capable of using a sword too."
As of late, getting a full night’s rest has been difficult at best. It’s 2 AM and Luhan is tossing and turning. Completely covered, too warm. One leg sticking out, too cold. This pillow, too lumpy. That pillow, too flat. Dog’s hogging most of the bed. Did he just hear a ghost? No— that was his stomach growling. With a small groan, he sits up, exhaustion written all over his face. What was the use of trying to sleep when it obviously wasn’t going to come? The blonde climbs out of bed and shuffles into the kitchen nook of the studio apartment, opening his fridge and squinting as the bright light hits his face. Inside, there’s not much. Half a gallon of milk and approximately one egg. On cue, his stomach grumbles again, and he makes the decision to take a walk to the 24 hour market on the corner near his home.
After getting dressed and huddling down into his coat and scarf, the sleepy-headed fawn leaves the warmth of his home, stepping out onto the large rooftop-turned-outdoor space, opening the gate and trotting down the steps to the alleyway behind his coffee shop. It’s about now that his nose catches the scent of spray paint and his attention is stolen by a young man defacing his building. “…. I—”
♕ — He stared back at the doe-eyed male, not knowing if the latter has seen his presence or was he merely averting his gaze to the graffiti that was drawn on the wall? He pointed his index finger to himself, eyes squinting as his brows furrowed, his lips parting as to speak at the male in front of him. "You can see me?" Brushing off the dirt on his tracksuit, he gently stood up; confused, he walk a tad closer to the male's direction and gave him a closer look. "With your face, you could probably mistaken as a god."
/Awkwardly whispers.; Date--
Date — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.
♕ — In order to gain money, the young god even accepted the job to be someone’s substitute in a blind date. Erratic, fickle and traitor to their own feelings, that’s how Yato sees human and it will probably never change but to think that he’ll be in a date with someone whom he doesn’t even know and more importantly, a human. For five yen! He would often say and these are the days that he would shout it over and over again however, he did not really consider it as a date for he will be paid when it’s all over.
The Scholar God Tenjin—a friend, visited him in Korea and as soon as he saw him, he mocked and teased him about how he dressed for today, it wasn’t his usual tacky tracksuit clothes and his so called fluffy scarf, he was fully dressed, it wasn’t too fashionable for he doesn’t want to attract too much attention, he dressed rather simple but that didn’t helped him, he still stood out from the rest (And it didn’t helped that Tenjin was teasing him all day long and he probably will for the rest of his immortal life), people’s eyes glancing towards his direction.
“Excuse me. Are you here for the blind date?”
He tilted his head and nods, “Are you?” the latter replied as he nodded and gave out an innocent smile—not knowing what to do next, he boldly (and gently) grabbed the latter’s hand, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips as he pulled him closer to his side whilst heading to a nearby cafe. They’ve talked about everything and anything, one topic after another, they never stopped talking and it was surprising, how Yato seems to have taken an interest to the human in front of him and before they knew it, the skies were crimson and it was time to go as they bid each other goodbye. “We’ve been talking all day long and you haven’t said your name yet. Tell me first before I head home.”
❝ — It’s Yato,
don’t forget. ❞
And as soon as the doe-eyed male went home, he questioned himself, where did he go? More importantly, what did he do this day? No one knows except the forgotten god, Yato.
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AU!In which Yato has a journal/diary.
I met a girl today; small, annoying but cute little brat. Might be my sister in another dimension, who knows.
all the texts!
Send ✆ for a morning text.
[ to: alien guy ] Good morning! Having troubles? Reply back and Delivery God Yato will reply! (For only 5 yen per wish/request!!)
Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent.
[ to: alien guy ] I may have been called weird but man, you're weirder.
Send ☎ for a rushed text.
[ to: alien guy ]
Send ☏ for a loving text.
[ to: alien guy ] I'll be your cuddle buddy for only five yen per cuddle session!
Send ⁇ for a drunk text.
[ to: alien guy ] alieeenss are coming to getttuuu@!. .
Send ø for a late night text.
[ to: alien guy ] I am a god and I want food or I'll have to convince the aliens to attack you.
Send ✘ for a hateful text.
[ to: alien guy ] your life is a lie, there are no aliens. (sorry not sorry)
Send ✆ for a morning text.
Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent.
Send ☎ for a rushed text.
Send ☏ for a loving text.
Send ⁇ for a drunk text.
Send ø for a late night text.
Send ✘ for a hateful text.
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♕ — Azure eyes danced around the urban scenery, watching as civilians walked by, relatively carefree, even though in some cases, there were demons hovering over their shoulders. Humans’ ignorance had always been a topic of interest for the forgotten god, how such a nightmarish entity could manage to remain undetected; sitting up with a huff, he knocked off a plastic cap to a can of spray paint, and in bright crimson letters, spelled out:
❝ — In trouble? Call Yato! Quick and reliable service!: 090-XXXX-##3X ❞
The message was bright red against a white building—to a normal person, it would look like nothing happened, but hopefully, it would be able to draw some customers in, from the streets or the surrounding offices. The wind ruffled the black locks of his hair, as he sprung off the roof, and onto the pavement below, assimilating immediately into the stream of pedestrians.
♕ — { ` casually munches on the lollipop that he managed to nab from a previous job. mischief would then contort itself to aged physiognomy; to spend his well earned cash or to save—options were always such a fickle thing. }