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Post by Ryuga on Feb 14, 2012 0:21:14 GMT -5
Somehow pain had never felt so real. So much that he would lose consciousness. It was never real enough to drop him to his knees as he shivered in pain. He had never even broken a sweat in battle. Reapers were strong, but the only “battling” they ever had to do was during their training in case of emergencies. Julius had to rescue Grell a few times, as ordered by William, but it was never a challenge. And here he was, lying on the floor; his breathe slowing and fading, as his vision and mind followed.
Hours? A day? No it can’t be. He couldn’t have slept for so long. What a strange feeling this “sleep” gives you when you finally wake up. His body was sore, and his mind empty. His eyelids felt heavy as he forced them open and stared at the ceiling then around the room. He couldn’t even recall his location or what had led him to be in such a place. He turned his head slightly and flinched back so suddenly that he hit his head on the wall behind him. He sat up slowly, cursed and rubbed the back of his head. The demon was right there in front of him, keeping him in this- what the hell was this place anyway?
“You did something to me…” Julius began to remember slowly. He touched his chest, quickly moving his shirt away to look at the tattoo. “What the hell is this?!” He demanded, glaring up at the calm demon.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 14, 2012 11:50:38 GMT -5
The masked demon's head lifted a fraction of an inch in responce to the other's sudden flinch away from him. He supposed it wasn't the lovliest thing to wake up to, a demon right next to you and practically hovering over you while you slept. He sat in correct posture, as if he had not been sitting there long at all, hands folded in his lap and one long leg graced over the other.
It was not unexpected to have the other shout at him, acussing and demanding. It was rather common, even so if it had become dull in occurence. He reached over to the table, lightly scooting the cup of water closer to the edge so the reaper could grab it if he wanted. Cain stood up and stepped away from the bedside, his hair flowing over his back in swaying river of purple as he moved.
"Would you care for breakfast, Master Reaper?" he spoke simply, as if this was not the least bit odd. It was very odd, but perhaps not very shocking to the demon.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 14, 2012 22:06:56 GMT -5
Julius watched as the man straightened his poster, and pushed the water gently towards him. Reapers didn’t need water, but he noticed the man’s kindness and wanted to be polite so he picked up the cup and put it to his lips. He gulped down the water, watching the man stand up in the process. At the word “master”, Julius choked on the water and snorted most of what was in his mouth out his nose. Julius placed the glass cup on the table, his other hand occupied as it covered his mouth. He coughed until all the water was released from his nasal path. He glared up at the demon with teary eyes. Such a dangerous tasteless liquid for something that’s a necessity for survival…
“What did you just call me?” Julius said with a hoarse voice, holding his dripping hands away from his body as if he hadn’t already made enough of a mess. He stared down at his wet clothes and grumped. He had to get back to the Deathgod realm, otherwise William was going to come after him, and he certainly did not want to be seen with a demon. He flinched at the sudden thought of leaving this demon. He was kind enough to bring him here instead of abandoning him in the mansion for humans to find him and imprison him. Not like that was a problem really, he could get out of any situation like that just fine. But William would definitely punish him for making a scene among humans. And William’s punishments were far from merciful. He was supposed to blind in, not get caught up with a demon. But for some reason, Julius didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay with this demon and find out more about him.
Julius rubbed the back of his head with his wet hand absentmindedly, while chewing on his lower lip. He studied the statue demon from underneath his lashes, then sighed defeated. If food was going to keep him from getting kicked out, then so be it. Besides, he’s always wondered about the taste. “Food would be nice” He whispered embarrassed, and as the demon left the room, Julius hurriedly followed, tripping over the clingy blanket in the process, but getting up and running after the man as if nothing happened.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 15, 2012 0:07:39 GMT -5
Cain smirked under his mask when he heard the other one gag on his water. Okay, so maybe he pulled it up mostly just to get a reaction to amuse him. But after what he had done to him, it was the least he could do at his own expense. Obviously the reaper had no idea on what was going on, which was a little irritating to be honest. But he was glad to get such a splendid response just to a title. He walked over to the ‘kitchen’ although it was no wall to separate anything, only the pieces of furniture to symbolize what the area was for.
He stood at the cabinet, which was the only thing besides the stove/oven. So it pretty much was the counter, the food storage, and for dishes. Not that he had many of either, in fact, he had left briefly for food that night when he was sure the other would not wake, as he did not have any until now. He grabbed a pair of eggs with one hand and a skillet, briefly glancing at the reaper as he followed him into the kitchen. Cain set the skillet on the stove, cracking the eggs into it and spilling them neatly on the slick surface before tossing them inside a small trash can and retrieving a hand towel. He held it out for the reaper so he could dry himself.
“I realize food is not necessary,” he started, obviously noting that his actions were rather out there, “however, I supposed something pleasant would have been in order after last evening’s events.” he finished. Not that he had to make up for anything, of course not. This was the reaper’s fault in all his stupidity and carelessness. But he did sympathize with that pain, he had witnessed a human even die from it, of course, there were only a handful of incidents where his previous master’s had been murdered. He traveled a lot was all, so he had the chance to witness the contract’s safety clause in action more than once.
He found a pot and set it on the stove, kneeling down and picking up some firewood and stuffing it into the oven before finding a match and throwing it in. It was honestly a very old stove, but it worked quite well enough. He shifted some of the wood as it started to try and burn, making it sit slightly on top of one another to build up proper heat, then closed the front of the oven and gathered some spices. There was no denying he was quite something with food, seemingly carelessly throwing spices and tastes together as he worked with the multiple cooking items with a sort of agile ease.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 15, 2012 1:49:57 GMT -5
Julius watched as the demon worked, taking the cloth from him and lazily wiped at his clothes and hands. He nodded acknowledging the demon’s words absentmindedly as he was memorized by the masked man’s elegance. Julius stopped watching the demon’s graceful hands and the succulent looking food and began staring, open mouthed at the mask as if he could see through it. And he wanted to. Really bad. He reached for the demon’s mask, his hands working faster than his mind.
“Who the hell are you?” Julius whispered, the words coming out slowly as his heart and mind copied. It was as if everything was in slow motion. How could a demon do something like this to him? He’s never felt like this ever before. The tips of his fingers touched the smooth mask’s surface for the second time, but like the first, he failed at his attempt to unmask the taller man.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 15, 2012 3:10:43 GMT -5
Cain had been quite preoccupied with the food, making sure everything was done in even amounts. He had not even noticed the other until he heard his voice whisper out to him. His hands slowed over the stove, feeling the other’s hands close to his mask, as if allowing him a moment’s touch before he reached up and stayed his hand with his own. His touch was not harsh like it had been at the first attempt, in fact, it was rather gentle, as if to say that he could forgive his curiosity, but would rather not have it continue.
He put down the wooden spoon and stepped towards him, his eyes gazing intently at the other, although they could be seen, they surely could be felt.
“Cain Castillo.” he responded to his question, “And you are…?” he reflected. Of course, he would need a name to address the man properly, it was only right. Of course, his hand still lingering over the reapers, likely to make sure he didn’t make a sudden move to rip off his mask. Maybe.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 15, 2012 3:46:34 GMT -5
Julius’ eyes widened at the other’s soft touch. For a man his hands were like feathers. Such a strange creature. But Julius knew he, himself was even stranger the way he acted towards this demon. Instead of just leaving, and going back to his old life as a reaper, he was allowing his heart to drop from its place for this masked man, blushing and showing him weakness.
“Cain…” Julius whispered the man’s name, a sudden urge coming over him. He carelessly hugged the taller man as if introducing himself was a sign of a new friendship. Julius didn’t really know what friendship was, and had only seen it in action once or twice while watching over the human world. They seemed to do this often, so Julius wanted to try it out, but unfortunately, they both lost their footing as he fell on top of the demon. He grit his teeth and cursed. He felt foolish, and as he lifted his head off the man’s chest to apologize, he froze in place. His mouth was wide open, but no words came out. What was before him was the unmasked beauty that he’s been itching to see since the second he laid eyes on this man. All he was thinking about now was whether or not he was drooling.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 15, 2012 4:45:31 GMT -5
The hug was a great surprise, and the poor demon was shocked stiff, quite unable to respond or say something. Hell, what was he supposed to say!? The man was hugging him out of nowhere! However, the sudden attack of embracing him was rather quickly paired with their balance failing, the taller man having been so caught off guard that he had little time to brace and quickly felt gravity take hold as they hit the floor with Cain crushed on bottom. The momentum and crash to the floor almost quite easily took away the already loosened mask as it landed a ways away from them, hitting the floor with a soft cracking noise. He quite painfully made a nice cushion for the reaper, having hit his head on the floor board and elbowed in the rib. Ow…
He had his eyes closed tightly shut, his hand going for the back of his skull. Jeez, this one was turning out to be more clumsy by the minute. His eyes fluttered open, those dark purple eyelashes, naturally colored in such a dazzling dark shade, revealing those strange yet ghastly gorgeous lilac colored eyes. What Cain saw was a little confusing at first, as he looked up at the other quizzically. Why was he staring at him like he had just seen a ghost or som… Sh-t!
His hand flew up to his face, covering the right side of his face as he quickly tried to squirm out from underneath the reaper, looking for his mask desperately as a soft color came over his pale cheeks. He found it swiftly tried to grab at it, trying to hide his face as quickly as possible. Although his face was humanesque, his eyes, the scar even, were not natural. In fact, the mask was more natural than what lay beyond that porcelain cover. He could barely reach it, from where he laid underneath the reaper, but managed to get it in hand and went to pull it back over his face to conceal it.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 15, 2012 21:17:38 GMT -5
Purple, hollow eyes. Steal jaw. High cheek bones. A straight sharp nose. Beautiful soft looking skin. This man had such beautiful manly features. Why would he hide such a face? Julius glared at the mask in the man’s frantic hands. He swiftly grabbed damned object from the demon’s hands, and threw it across the room, too far for either of them to reach while laying like this. Julius harshly pinned the demon down, not allowing him to move, his annoyance showing finally. He didn’t understand this man, and it pissed him off how he could actually get him to show emotion around him. Reapers were trained to hide such things, but Julius somehow forgets himself around this damn demon.
Julius searched the demon’s desperate eyes, as his own landed on the demon’s scar. His stare became kinder suddenly, almost sympathetic as he leaned closer to the demon’s face. Juliu’s lips softly brushed over the pinned man’s scar, kissing his eye lid, then down to his cheek bone. “This is what you’re scared of?” Julius whispered gently into the man’s ear.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 15, 2012 22:17:21 GMT -5
He certainly did not like that mask, did he? Cain did not resist the pinning, hearing the mask shatter against the wall and crumble to the ground. But his eyes did not look to the wreckage, those abyssal lightly colored lilac eyes gazing back at the other, the sense of franticness slowly leaving his expression. The reaper looked infuriated, irritated, bothered to no end by this man that lay under him, muscles relaxed and not bothering to fight the other off. It was unheard of for a demon to submit with such ease, to lay there and simply take being restrained as he was.
He turned his head an inch to try and keep the other away from his scar, but it did little to help as Cain felt the other’s lips touch the jagged indents in his skin, colored dark as if poison had been used to break his smooth and pale skin. The small reaction of closing his eye when it was kissed was all that he seemed to offer, even as the reaper whispered into his ear, questioning him of his fear. Except, there was honestly nothing a demon ‘feared’ so much as, persay, paranoid and maybe even obsessed about.
“Your food is burning.” he responded. He could smell the smoke of the burning food and did not have to look up to see the small bouts of smoke coming from the stove beside them.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 15, 2012 22:47:01 GMT -5
Julius frowned, glaring down at the expressionless man, furry taking over. He wanted to yell at the man. He wanted to punch that pretty face of his. He even felt like crying. What the hell was with these endless emotions racing through him? He didn’t understand it, nor wanted to. All he wanted to do was let it all out on this man. All of it! And he clearly couldn’t control himself. He felt annoyed, angered, hurt, confused, frustrated, and he just wanted all that to end.
Julius harshly pushed himself off the man, glaring at the burning food. And as if he felt nothing, he punched to stave in, from the top of the frying pan – oil burning his skin – all the way to the burning fire wood inside the stove. The stove caved in, molded by his inhuman strength. He huffed irritably, as he turned to stare up at the now standing demon, his now red hand dripping hot oil. Julius grabbed the demon’s collar, aggressively pushing him to the nearest wall. He raised his arm up, ready to punch a hole in his face, as liquid began spilling out of his eyes. This was a first for Julius. He’d never cried in his long life, ever before, but the over flowing emotion pushed him this far. He moved his arm to the side a little and ended up punching a hole into the wall beside Cain’s head instead. Julius didn’t care that his arm was stuck in the wall, as he buried his face into the confused man’s chest, looking for comfort that he knew he couldn’t get from this heartless demon.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 15, 2012 23:49:05 GMT -5
He couldn’t say he understood the other’s feelings, as they seemed to explode with such intensity at him. But then, he had noticed that this one had quite the strange stirring of feelings towards him. The strong curiosity, the hug and following him around, and now this… He had never met someone so unexplainable. Can watched the reaper with caution as he suddenly pushed himself up off him and took a hit at the stove, destroying the pan and that part of the stove as flames licked up the large dented wound in it’s hard surface.
He picked himself up off the floor, silence was but a useless remedy as the other closed the space quickly between them, capturing him by the collar and slamming him into the wall. Although he realized he was in the path of a fist ready to bludgeon his face, he did not move from the man’s grip, staring back at his face rather than his already pulled back fist threatening to beat him senseless. This entire time, the poor man was collapsing in on his feeling, as Cain but watched. It must have drove the other insane, near ready to burst as tears seemed to come from his warm chocolate brown eyes. Watching it all come down on him, it was almost bittersweet that he could turn a reaper into a mess of emotions like he had with not even a word… Bitter because maybe he had been expecting more resilient and steady hate rather than this. Sweet maybe because he could cause such a feeling, for what reason there was no really recalling.
Cain didn’t flinch as the reaper’s fist hurtled towards him and hit the wall, breaking through the wood and filtering in clean sunlight that was fresh from the morning sunrise. The lightly orange tinted luminance giving his rather astray hair a more warm pink color as it touched the strands in small amounts. He had been expecting a strait shot to the face, but instead found himself unscathed. And even stranger, the reaper leaned into him, hiding his face in his chest, his fist still stuck in the wall.
A gentle hand placed itself on the back of the reaper’s head, fingers laced through the silky black locks. Those lilac eyes staring down at the man that had placed himself against him. He lightly lowered his head some, the bridge of his nose resting atop the other’s head. The poor reaper must have felt wrecked, totally and utterly wrecked… After a few moment, he lifted his head and removed himself from the other’s clutch so he could help free him from the wood. He broke away a few pieces of wood and slipped his arm out of the wood, the now larger and unblocked hole spilling in a bright light that cast an almost eerie silhouette of the buildings rowed across the street, the sun rising above them as crisp morning air filtered through the hole.
He grabbed the other’s arm, guiding him away from the kitchen area and back towards the bed. He set him down in the chair, slipping away quickly and momentarily so he could grab the water basin and the dish towel, returning to the dark haired man and kneeling before him, taking his burnt hand and lightly using the towel to clean it of the oil with the cool water before cleaning the cloth and then dousing it in water and wrapping it around his hand to sooth the sting of the burns. As he held the cloth and his hand with both hands, he looked up at the reaper for a few long moments before standing up.
“Please stay here for a few moments.” he said, picking up the water basin and returning to the stove, which was dangerously hiccupping flames, smoke rising from the food that spilled into the fire. He removed the murdered frying pan, throwing it in the basin to cool it before tossing it in the trash and quickly curing any other burnt food and dousing a lot of the fire so it would not burn again. He did not waste time cleaning up after the reaper, collecting broken wood and piling the usable pieces with the stack of wood, the rest going in the trash with the broken frying pan and the burnt portions of food. By the time he was done, it didn’t look so bad, except maybe for the hole in the stove and his wall.
He collected the plate and neatly piled the food on it, killing the fire and pushing the two cooking dishes on the back of the stove and out of the way. Cain slowed his movements as he returned to the reaper, offering the plate to him. It was an embarrassingly simple meal, eggs, a little browned on one side from settling too long, a simple hash of potatoes and a strange firm looking white pudding of sorts. Of course, there would have been some oats with some fresh fruit, but that all went down in the stove. But oh well.
He sat down on the edge of the bed next to the reaper. “I have never met someone so destructive.” he commented. “However, I do suppose it is my fault… I have neglected to tell you of this… special set of circumstances.” he started. “I had been hoping to mend your hostility before hand, but that does not appear possible.” Yeah, and giving him a plate and fork likely wasn’t a good idea on the destruction factor. But he hoped that maybe eating something would be pleasant enough so that this information did not sound as bad as it really was.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 16, 2012 0:47:29 GMT -5
Julius hiccupped as the tears kept coming. What he did not expect was the man’s gentle hand on his head. Julius didn’t think this man was capable of such things, but he also didn’t expect his own actions. Nonetheless, he accepted the comfort, and the help. He followed the man without a word, staring down at the cloth wrapped around his hand. It stung having cold on his overheated wound, but at the same time it felt nice.
Cain was gone for what seemed like forever to Julius. He didn’t want to be away from this man, not for a second, even though he was just in the other room, separated by a curtain. Julius sighed at such pathetic, ridiculous thought, wanting to punch himself now for his idiocy. What the hell was he thinking? How could he possibly lose himself like that, causing so much damage all in one day? William was definitely going to end him. He shivered at the thought of a furious William.
Julius bore a hole into the plate of food placed in front of him. He felt bad that Cain still went through the trouble of making him food after he’d destroyed the previous attempt. Yup, he was definitely going to punch himself a few times after this. He picked up the fork, being as polite as possible, scooping a piece of the yellow and brown egg, shoving it in his mouth. As he chewed into the explosion of flavours, his senses went into over drive and his face beamed with excitement.
“This is amazing!” He yelled food still in his mouth. “So this is what food tastes like! Amazing!” He repeated the adjective, shoving more of the astonishment into his mouth, not caring about chewing anymore. He swallowed as much as his esophagus could handle, choking a little. Julius looked up at the amused demon, giving him a toothy grin. The smile quickly faded as he stared into the demon’s beautiful eyes, his scare, then towards the broken mask.
“Why are you being so nice to me even though I-“ Julius looked down ashamed, his voice getting lower, “Even though I did so many bad things to you…?” he continued, pouting and not daring to look up at the man. He put down the fork, chewing the last bits of food. “I’m sorry…”
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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 16, 2012 1:17:41 GMT -5
It was funny to see the reaper so ecstatic about food, he had likely never had the chance to try it before. Although it was a tedious task to prepare, and genuinely useless other than for some sense of pleasure, it really was a delight at times to taste what these humans ate for nutrients. They had the strangest cuisines at times too, and it was rather interesting to try and replicate them. But this was much more interesting, watching the other devour the food as if it was his first time he’d ever eaten anything ever. Even a slight semblance of a smile seemed to curve his otherwise usually plain lips and graced his expression with a much more lighter feel rather than the passive, and almost cold, one that seemed to always occupy his face. Who knew that his mask was quite like his real face in expression.
The slight smile however faded with the other mentioned how horrible he had been. Well, it was not that bad, honestly. Except maybe the mask… he did already miss that mask. It was one he had kept for a very long length of time. He closed his eyes briefly and decided he should alleviate the reaper of his worries about the mask.
“I have another.” he responded, standing up and walking up to the far edge of the bed near the wall and getting down on his hands and knees, leaning down far so that his back was arched somewhat, his chest hovering a mere millimeter from the floor as his toned ass hung in the air, an arm engulfed in the bed as his long hair laid on the floor, hanging off his back sideways as he searched for the mask, having to fight off nasty dust clumps. What could he say, he hadn’t been here in a long time. Against his better use of time, he hadn’t cleaned a lot of the place when the other was asleep, instead sitting by the bed all that time.
He found what he was looking for, wedged far by the wall, and retrieved it, pulling himself up and picking a few dust bunnies out of his long hair and dusting off his suit. He pulled up the mask. It was really rather plain… with but two end bar swirls that formed a heart in the middle of the mask. It was a bit of an embarrassing one, that was for sure… A hot pink heart mask.
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Post by Ryuga on Feb 16, 2012 1:40:04 GMT -5
He had another mask? Julius looked around the empty room, not finding such a thing. He was surprised to see the man go down on his knees. His eyes grew wide as his face instantly heated up. The man he’d been so attached to had done something unthinkable being in such a position. His butt was straight up in the air as he searched for something underneath the bed, as if teasing him. Julius’ heart skipped a beat as the man slowly got up. He frantically grabbed the blanket on the bed and covered his lap, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. What he was thinking of was far from ridiculous and embarrassing, and something he’d never experienced before. He’d only heard of such things come out of Grells mouth, not like that was the only think in his mouth… Julius shook the thoughts out of his head, literally, and looked down at his hands which covered his excited organ underneath the blanket and his pants.
As he looked up at the man holding up the new mask with a bright pink heart in the middle of it, he was glad that something equally as embarrassing could get his mind out of the gutter. He tried hard not to smile, “You can’t be serious… a heart?!” he couldn’t hold it anymore as the room echoed with his laughter. “Oh, what a manly man!” He yelled in-between maniac laughter, teasing the now embarrassed demon. He was laughing so hard that he managed to tip his chair as it sent him backwards, hitting the ground hard. Julius groaned in pain, rubbing the back of his head. He looked up the wide eyed demon confused. “Wha-“ and before he could continue, he noticed the blanket had slipped off, revealing his hard-on with all its glory.
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