#WHEN HE INTERACTS WITH THE BLACK BARS IN BLUE LIES???? LITERALLY INSANE

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I AM FULL OF LOVE FOR SAD-IST AND HER WORK

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Legend Chapter:2

Right, here you go guys.

The moon was full that night. It caste its silvery lights upon a castle that has long since been forgotten. To those with human eyes all they would have seen was an abandoned castle with only rubble and broken stone. Inside, its walls were only illuminated with the light of torches that were hung on the walls. Casting shadows everywhere. Its occupants at the moment were no more than five people.    

For the past 400 years every full moon the Demon King Amon and his most trusted knights come back into the kingdom of light, see the progression of the humans. The land had grown and changed, now their kingdom had become nothing but a fairy tale, and with every generation that passes the kingdoms become weaker and more pathetic.

In three months on the blue moon as he had sworn, his kingdom would come back to avenge itself, every soul lost, every man woman and child who died back then would be paid for. For now however, Amon had decided to visit the kingdoms of light one last time, before he him and his knights start their attacks.

The plan was simple, belief in their existence had dwindled over the years, and there had been no sign of them at all. Tomorrow night he will send his knights to create havoc in the kingdoms, to spread panic and discourse among the humans. But to make sure to not be seen. Any human to see what they truly are before the Kingdom of Darkness has returned is to be killed.

For tonight and tomorrow however he and his knights are to scour this land one last time. Amon’s four knights entered the throne room all in their human forms.

“Is it time, my king?” Asked Sirene, his most powerful warrior beside her, her lover Kaim, and behind them Miko and Nike.

Nike, was the name she chose to go by as a knight, it was tradition in some of the clans to change the name once you rose into power and only those who are closest to you is to call you by your original name.

Nike, or as her original name is, Miki was his best friend, his childhood friend. She and his beloved Ryo had always been there for him, even before he had ascended the throne and took the name Amon.

He knew that he would not have survived losing Satan without her bringing him back from complete insanity. It was still a burning hole in his heart. Losing Ryo, he can never forgive these humans for taking them from him.

Amon nodded as he got up from his throne, and his body started to transform into that of human features.

“Tomorrow night, we begin to destroy  village after village, we shall create chaos and fear in the hearts of the humans. We begin our invasion, create distrust and panic, so that when our Kingdom returns, they shall know the true meaning of fear. ”

“Yes, my lord,” they saluted. The five of them walked out and into the first kingdom that they wanted to destroy tonight.  

Sometimes Ryo hated his job with a fucking passion. It wasn’t the work itself no that was fine, being a waiter in a cafe wasn’t that nerve wrecking. What he hated was these five morons who kept coming in, not buying anything that kept harassing him.

Honestly Ryo was this close to bringing his gun and just shoot the damn bastards, but he wasn’t about to be arrested, so he kept a knife on him just in case, and if he had to endure one more comment about being sure that he was a man with that pretty face of his, Ryo was going to fucking spill first blood.  

It’s not even the fact that they’re calling him a girl, Ryo couldn’t give less of a shit about that. It was the incessant and frequent harassment when Ryo wanted nothing to do with these assholes.

No he’s gotta stay in control, babysitting his neighbor’s kid was fine but it happened every once in a while and that alone couldn’t help him with his money issues, aside from that, Taro was a good kid, he’s used to him, he knows how to distract or calm him down. Any other kid? Yeah, no, Ryo is not risking that one. So he took a deep breath and tried to ignore these five.

That afternoon the four knights and their king found themselves entering a coffee shop. “Why are we here? We could literally be anywhere, like a big nice bar,where we can get drunk,” asked Sirene whom’s human form was a woman that looked to be the only adult in a group of teenagers along with Kaim. which had turned a lot of heads their way especially thanks to the fact that she wore a v-cut white dress that hugged her figure.  Kaim wore a brown suit and walked beside Sirene both trailing behind the three teenage looking demons.

Miko’s form was a muscular looking red head that looked ready to kill the first person that approaches. While Miki a brunet had a more lith form, she walked beside Miko, their arms looped together. Ahead of them walked Amon, in his human form he was a black haired young man with sideburns, wearing a black leather sleeveless shirt and black leather pants.

“It’s like 4:00 PM Sirene, it’s too early for that,” answered Miki.

“Come on Nike, you want this as much as I do,” replied the white haired woman.

“Well it’s not my decision is it?”

Sirene frowned, and decided to call upon the higher authority. “My lord.”

“No, Sirene.”

The Bird Demon sighed in defeat. “Yes, my lord.” Miki giggled, and Sirene’s eyes twitched in response, she raised her hand ready to strike before Kaim stopped her with a smile, being more reasonable than her, and preferring not to cause a scene or incur his king’s wrath, which had been faster to rekindle since Satan had been slain.

The five of them found a table and sat down on it, a voice was heard which turned all their heads to it.

“Let go of me you jackass,” Their eyes widened and their jaws dropped in shock. Amon felt his heart speed up at the sight. A blond human boy who uncannily looked like his Ryo was being harassed by someone, the guy was grabbing his hand bulling the blond while said boy was trying to get freed from him, a group of other boys were sitting on the table laughing, while other humans were turning their eyes from the scene.

“That, that can’t be,” whispered Sirene in shock echoing all of their thoughts. And before Amon knew it,he stood up, heading to the blond boy’s rescue.

“Is there a problem here?” Akira asked, and he could feel Miki panicking while the other three’s expressions turned exasperated, he really shouldn’t be doing this, they should only have minimal interactions with the human, so that no one could recognise them. But Amon had seen the face of his beloved, for the first time in 400 years a fire inside his heart was lit. even if the resemblance was a coincidence somehow, he couldn’t leave this boy like this. Not one bathetic human was doing anything to stop this. Amon’s rage was growing by the second.

“Oh, is there a hero in the crowd? I’ve never seen you here before,”

“I’m not from around here. Now let him go.”

The blond boy finally looked at him with tired sad eyes, and Amon’s heart skipped a beat, he was so beautiful, Amon’s memories did not give Ryo justice. The blond’s eyes turned back to the one still grabbing his hand his glare returning.

“Clearly. Now listen, punk, around these parts we’re the authority here.” the rest of the gang stood up while chucking trying to intimidate him, Amon just smirked at them. He was ready to start punching before the blond growled “Ok enough.” he produced a knife out of nowhere and pointed it at the other boy’s throat.

“Now listen here, I am sick and tired of your shit. I’ve been controlling my self for literal months not to fucking stab you, and my patience is wearing thin.” he glared at him, the blond’s eyes full of fire and seriousness, a spark of madness lied in there shining faintly. Amon could see that he was not joking at all, the wrong move from the bully and his thought would be sliced no question about it. Amon was turned on. This blond boy didn’t just look like his Ryo he acted like him too.

“Come on Asuka, you don’t have the guts.”

“Then I’ll have yours spelling on the floor soon enough.”

“Why you little,” he glared. The boy called Asuka just smirked showing his teeth. Amon finally intervened grabbing the the other man’s arm that was still gripping Asuka’s enough to almost break it. And the guy hollered in pain

“I think that’s enough out of you,” said Amon. and the guy finally let go.

“Boss are you ok?” one of the goons asked. The ‘boss’ grouled. “Get him boys,” and they attacked. Before Asuka could left a finger Amon had already sent all of them to the floor. All of them stood up and started backing away. “This isn’t over,” the ‘boss’ yelled.

“It is from where I’m standing,” Amon called back.

“Thanks for your help,” Asuka turned towards him with a small smile. Amon could feel himself blush. Damn it Amon you’re the king of all demons don’t let the pretty face of human reduce you to your puberty years, even if he does look like your beloved.

“No-em, no problem,” Amon shrugged. Asuka huffed a laugh “Really,” he said, “not all people would come to the rescue of a stranger. I’m Ryo by the way, Ryo Asuka,” he said and extended his hand for Amon to shake.

It took Amon a few seconds to come out of the shock of hearing his Love’s name from this boy. “Akira Fudo,” he replied and took Ryo’s hand in his. An electric shock went through Akira the second he touched Ryo’s hand. It seemed Ryo had felt the same as he froze and looked up in bewilderment at Amon. something clicked in Amon’s brain, and suddenly his eyes changed becoming more tender more love struck at Ryo. This wasn’t just a boy with the same face as his dearest, this was Ryo, his Ryo. his hand raised To Ryo’s face, caressing it gently.

“My beautiful Ryo, you’ve came back to me,” he whispered running a knuckle down Ryo’s cheek softly. Ryo recoiled back, pumping into a table, and Akira’s heart broke at the display of mistrust and fear from him.

“I’m not yours.”

“I’m- I’m sorry, something came over me. It- it was lovely meeting you, Ryo.” He backed away, and then headed outside. Ryo looked around the group of four that had came with Akira sat there staring in bewilderment and shock. In a split second decision, Ryo ran outside to fallow Akira, but he couldn’t find a trace of him.

Guilt and pain surrounded his heart, he didn’t understand why, he only had just met Akira, and he was the creepy one, why should Ryo feel guilty for somehow hurting him? It didn’t matter, he still did. He went back to the coffee shop to continue his shift.

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The Other End of the Bar (part 1?)

“Hey,” one of your friends from your Saturday night crew nudges your arm. “That guy was totally checking you out.” She gestures to your left and you see several men, considering this is the most popular bar near where you live. “You’ve got to be more specific than ‘that guy’, Gretchen,” you raise an eyebrow at her. You’re intrigued because you could have sworn you’d felt some eyes resting on you for the last few minutes. You’ll admit, you do feel pretty delicious tonight; you’re wearing your favorite pair of ripped light washed, high waisted skinny jeans and a long sleeved, off the shoulder maroon shirt. Not to mention the new brown booties you recently caught on sale at your favorite store. And to top it all off, you actually started getting ready on time tonight, so your makeup is A+ and you’re sporting your best dark shade of lipstick. Bottom line? You feel hot. “The sexy ginger in the blue shirt,” she purrs. You let your eyes travel over to the only man with red hair standing in a group of other men around his age, presumably his friends. He has a big grin on his face; one of his friends must’ve just told a pretty funny joke. You notice his teeth and how cute his smile is and only a few seconds later is he looking back at you. You can tell he didn’t expect you to notice him as he looks behind him, sort of in a ‘who, me???’ kind of way. You smile a bit flirtatiously, letting your eyes linger on him a little longer. The man notices the alluring look on your face and, well you’ll be damned, he starts to make his way down to your end of the bar. Gretchen lightly knocks into you, telling you she’s giving you two some privacy before stepping a few feet away and landing at a booth, taking the rest of the group with her. He passes by multiple other gorgeous women to come and talk to little old you! He's not too large, but not too small. He's taller than you, but shorter than most guys -- and he's incredibly attractive. His hair is a colorful, unstyled mop that lies on top of his pale skin. His attire is very casual -- a blue flannel and black jeans, but he looks pretty damn good in it. You set your thoughts (and drink) aside as he comes and sits on the seat directly next to you. “Hi,” he says coyly, and holy shit he has an accent. A British accent. “Hi,” you say back to him, your lips still curled flirtatiously. “I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me from across the room,” he teases you. “So, I decided to come ask -- can I buy you a drink?” This isn’t the first time someone has asked you this very question tonight. Living in the city has taught you a couple things, and one happens to be that pretty girls don’t need to bring money to bars or clubs. Guys (and occasionally girls) that think you’re hot will always be asking to buy you a drink or two, or three. But so, he’s cute and funny? That’s a plus. “Funny, but I’m pretty sure my friend caught you staring at me first. And yes, a drink would be great.” “Damn, I’m caught. I thought I was doing a good job of staring but not really staring,” his face blushes a bit and he smiles bigger, shaking his head. “What can I get you, though?” You tell him your drink and then ginger boy repeats it to the bartender, who politely smiles and pours it up. You thank him, taking a sip from your new glass full of liquor. He just looks at you for a moment, head cocked to the side and a small smile on his face, studying you fondly. It seems like he has questions, but decides to save them for later. Your eyes lock on his beautiful blue ones for what feels like a long while, and you feel tingly and jittery inside. The feeling is so strong it makes you look down, biting your lip while your cheeks flush. “You’re staring again,” you say sipping your drink to try to seem unphased. “I know,” he says confidently. “If I’ve already been caught, what’s the point of trying to hide it anymore?” He’s brave and you like it. “Oh, I guess I should properly introduce myself, how rude of me,” he continues, “I’m Ed, by the way.” You tell him your name and he compliments it, telling you how pretty it is. “You’re a charmer, aren’t you?” you grin. He smiles and shakes his head, “No, no. It’s all genuine.” You glance past your new flame haired friend and look toward his group of buddies. They seem to be all staring at you and Ed, then going back to gossip with one another. “I think your friends are pretty interested in us,” you say, laughing a little through your nose. Ed follows your gaze to the familiar men at the opposite end of the bar. He sighs and rests his head on his left shoulder, clearly annoyed, but not in such a serious way. “Oh, I apologize for my mates,” his face scrunches a bit. Mates? How adorably British of him. “You see, they didn’t think I’d have the balls to actually come talk to you. And now they probably think I’m not going to succeed. You see, since I’m pretty awkward and a bit inept.” “I wouldn’t say that,” you sit up a little straighter and lean closer to Ed. “I’m still talking to you aren’t I? I even let you buy me a drink. And if you’re as interesting as you seem, I’ll let you buy me a couple more.” The both of you laugh, and thankfully, he is interesting, and you hit it off. The conversation of the next hour or so is filled with various laughter and funny things about each other. Like how Ed’s go to karaoke song is Pony by Ginuwine. You also learn cute, small things about each other. Like how Ed grew up in a small town in England called Suffolk and how he’s been passionate about music his whole life. He’s a singer-songwriter and once he gets to talking about his music, it’s like he enters a zone. An adorable zone, to be specific. You ask him what songs he has that are popular, and when he starts listing them, you immediately recognize them. You become amazed that you’re speaking with artist behind some of the songs on your Spotify playlists. Although he is clearly very dedicated to his music, you’re surprised by the fact that he does not brag or boast about any of it. He is an extremely, humbly adorable guy. His face even gets rosy when you congratulate him on his successes. He’s really sweet, and you’re actually kind of glad you ditched your friends to chat with him. You know it’s ridiculous, but you even feel a little sad when he excuses himself to the restroom because you don't want to stop talking. “Well, well, well,” you hear Gretchen sing from behind you a few minutes after Ed walks away. You turn to see her and your other girlfriends with serious smirks on their faces. “I’d be pissed you ditched us tonight, but he’s way too sexy for me to blame you,” your other gal, Nora pokes your arm playfully. “I’m just jealous I’m not getting lucky tonight.” You wave your arms in front of you, “Hey, who said anything about getting lucky? For your information, I’m not interested in sleeping with Ed…” “Tonight,” Gretchen laughs. “You’d be an idiot not to get that at some point. Did you see how he was looking at you, sweetheart?” “Look, he’s really cute, and funny, and charming… and he has really pretty eyes and--” something tells you to stop talking when Gretchen and Nora look behind you, then at each other with a cheshire cat grin. You turn around and see the exact pretty eyes you were just talking about. He looks very satisfied but also a little bashful, a slight smirk on his face. Your gal pals slowly walk away, snickering to each other. “So...” he says, sliding back into his seat and grinning at you uncontrollably. “Cute? Funny and charming?” “Hey, hey. Don’t get too happy,” you can’t help but beam his smile right back at him. “I say that about all the sweet redheads that stare at me from the across the bar.” “Ouch,” he says, clutching his chest. “I thought I was special.” You look at him for a bit, unable to wipe the gushy smile on your face. Without telling it, your hand somehow finds its way to his bicep. It’s more muscular than you thought and you swoon just a bit. “I guess you're maybe a little special.” His eyes fall down to your hand and then dance back up to your eyes. God damn, are they blue. If you were to fall in love with this man, (you’re not saying you will because that’s insane, you met him, like, an hour ago!) his eyes would be the culprit. They’re like big blue oceans full of wittiness, and intelligence, and humbleness, and-- “Do you wanna go out sometime?” It falls out of your mouth-- you literally did not even mean to say it. You don’t want to take it back, but Jesus, wouldn’t it be nice if your mouth would warn you before saying things like that? “I was actually going to ask you that,” he chuckles. “Unfortunately, the next few days will be really busy for me-- I’ve got a shit ton of stuff to do for the new album but… if you give me your number, I would love to call you up when I’m free.” “I love that idea,” you say, grabbing the napkin from under your drink and a pen from your purse. You write down your digits and slide them over to him. He grins at the small white square and takes it, tucking it safely into the pocket of his flannel. You two linger a bit, looking at each other’s lips for a split second, just like in the movies. But, neither of you lean in. It’s like you're caught up in the pre-kiss moment. Ed stands from his stool and says, “I should probably get back to my mates, they look like they want to leave.” He glances back at his tired looking crew, slumped over the bar and exhibiting, overall, no energy. “I enjoyed this, though. Thank you.” “Thank you,” you repeat. He starts to walk away, and you immediately regret not doing something. There has to be some sort of physical interaction at the end, not even necessarily being a kiss. “Wait…” He pauses, his blue beauties looking at you expectantly. You stand from your stool and wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. When you pull away, he’s left with a glowing smile on his face. “It seemed necessary,” you explain yourself a little shyly. “Not complaining,” Ed shrugs before giving you one last nod and walking back down to the other side of the bar. You watch him walk away and start to feel lonely. He gives off the greatest vibe and it feels so fun and exciting. Now that he's left, it feels very dull. You step down from your stool and make your way to the booth your friends are sitting at. They look at you with surprised, inquisitive looks on their faces. “You were serious about not going home with him,” Gretchen says as you slide into the booth next to her. “I told you I wasn't going to sleep with him tonight,” you say pushing your hair behind your ear. “Tonight,” your friends all repeat at once. You all get into a laughing frenzy, you lightly shove Gretchen. “I did give him my number, though,” you smile. “He said he'll call me when he's free. I just hope he doesn't believe in waiting three days to call because I love talking to him. I actually wouldn't mind if he called me tomorrow.” “Sounds like you like him,” Nora says. You nod, grinning from just thinking about his eyes. “Aw, look behind you!” You crane your neck to see Ed nearly out the door of the bar, turned back around to give you one last wave goodbye. You wave back at him, unable to stop the buzzing feeling inside of you. As he walks out the door, you sigh, already excited for the next time you get to see him again. You and your girls talk the rest of the night away, the subject sometimes drifting back to Ed. You find him clouding your thoughts and you feel something exciting brewing. He'd really better call you soon…