#hitmen!kuro

[shininwadacat]

Idk, I got bored while listening to music, sue me.

Henchmen Trio

Idk, I just love these three dumbasses I created.

All three masked and dead, hireable henchmen who reside in the netherrealm.

Kuro, Suto, and Kao! My silly little gobbers 🫶

—Quick Facts//

–All three are trilingual, speaking English, Italiana, and Japanese.. They use this to their advantage when on jobs.

–The gang use to work the same job when alive, working at hitmen, robbers, etc.

–There isn't really an assigned 'leader' in the group, Kuro just takes that position often.

That's about all I got for now. Anyways, take this last sketch for them.

I've been listening to the Nightmares Before Christmas soundtrack a little too much..

Yes I know betrayus looks odd, Idk how yall make him look good 😭😭🙏

[seishun-emergency]

Me, not knowing anything about Buddy Daddies, still highly invested in the Kurokei mafia-kindergarden (?) AU --> -🐟

LOL hi mermaid anon... buddy daddies is rly funny its abt these two assassins/hitmen that sort of accidentally adopt this cute lil 4 yr old girl. by the world's most insane set of coincidences she ends up right in the middle of one of their assassination jobs and as part of saving their ruse/the job they sort of accidentally adopt her since she was only there in the first place to find her dad, who is um. the target of that night's assassination plot. cue comedy shenanigans as they try to figure out how to parent a 4 yr old while also being definitely total illegal assassins with a lot of personal trauma

so in this kuro and keito would be the illegal assassins and souma their silly accidental son <3 pretty early into the season the buddy daddies guys have to figure out how to enroll miri their beloved daughter into a daycare so they can Do Their Jobs Still without watching her at the house24/7 and then a lot of plot stuff happens at the daycare! hence uh . gestures vaguely at whatever the kanata-izumi-kaoru daycare subplot of this is. souma still has a sword as is his god given right i think i mentioned this in tags while coming up w this but i like the idea that kuro and keito are "traditional" weapon assassins. just still really good with swords/daggers/etc even though they could fully use guns. they probably still have guns but they just are better with blades. there's also this cafe owner that's also an information gatherer/the guy that gives them jobs who we've assigned as madara + his silly partner kohaku who everone assumes is just a part-timer at the actual cafe/some guy that hangs out there. No he's a hired killer

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

ᴍᴏʟᴛᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇ | 𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶!! Hitmen AU! [Kuroo x F!Reader] ɴꜱꜰᴡ

Just a short little drabble with sly boi Kuroo~ ^^

I’m warning you all now, this is-- uhm very very nsfw SKSKSK Idk what my mind was thinking when I wrote this but uh--- yEaH

TW; Choking, Manhandling, Possessive Behavior

» » Admin Ko

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You couldn’t remember the last time you were left in rather...provocative situation. Normally, whenever Kenma would assign you missions, they were quick and easy. Nothing like the one you currently faced. How you found yourself teamed up with your boss, you probably would never find out. Yet here you are. 

It was supposed to be a simple ‘meeting’ with a client who had not only failed to pay off the debt they owed for purchasing your teams services, but was actively trying to run and hide from the prying golden eyes of your boss. And honestly, you couldn’t blame them. 

Despite being a rather lax and understanding boss, Kuroo showed none of those traits when he was on the field. The movements he made, the words he spoke, and the condescending look in his eyes made anyone freeze if they were placed before the terrifying man. The look of a predator.

“Look, I know you’re rather stupid. What, with running your 2 ‘successful’ businesses and what not. But you’re quite bold in thinking that I wouldn’t see this coming~.” 

A sinister smirk then stretched across the taller man’s face as he kicked the client from the chair down to the floor. A heavy leather boot immediately being pressed into the frightened individual’s chest as your boss leaned forward. 

“And...to think, you’d try to convince one of my teammates to join your pathetic workplace? It’s honestly laughable.”

You froze. It never occurred to you that Kuroo had actually heard the conversation between the client and you. Granted this was a conversation from a previous warning visit. But to hear the harsh and possessive tone laced in his voice sent chills down your spine as you couldn’t help but become a bit flustered at the boss’s attitude. 

Why was he so worked up anyway? As far as you were aware, the others that you worked with had faced similar situations as you. So...why exactly did he have to say something like that? 

Deciding to ignore the way your stomach flipped at the sight of your boss, you went to put a hand on his shoulder in an effort to calm him down. After all, you both still needed to get the money. If not that, then information as to where you and your team could inquire to next about the fees accumulated from this client.

“Boss. Ease up a bit,”

You began, hoping to divert the irritated male’s attention onto you. Though when it looked like it was going to work, the man pinned on the ground just had to speak.

“Glad to see that besides having a nice body, she has an actual brain---”

The words died on the man’s lips as Kuroo added more pressure. His eyes set ablaze as an almost animistic growl escaped his throat. 

“Shut the fuck up.”

An uneasy feeling came over you as you pulled back from the other. A look of wariness crossing your features as Kuroo refused to even spare you a glance. The man beneath him seemed to be suffocating from the pressure of Kuroo’s weight and his piercing stare.

“...Step outside (y/n). I’ll be with you in a moment.”

A promise of a lecture most likely, was the first thought that came to your mind as you gave him a nod before venturing outside. If only it was actually a lecture you’d be receiving. Though of course you couldn’t predict the future. All you could do at the moment, was wish that it would be over soon and you wouldn’t be assigned on another mission with the panther like man.

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An irritated sigh, and a quick glance to your watch as you watched another hour of your life go by with you just staring at the discolored and poster ridden wall before you. As far as you were aware, any sort of warning meetings with Kuroo ended within the hour and the money would’ve been retrieved with a call for a clean up crew to be on the way.

Though why was it taking longer than usual? Before you could even begin to theorize what was going on, the door opened and out stepped the man in question. An oddly calm look on his face as he fixed his leather gloves briefly. 

“Did you get the---” Before you could even finish your sentence, you were slammed against the wall. A cry of pain escaping you as you tightly closed your eyes. Your heart began pounding in your chest as you tried to understand the situation before you. Though it was hard to concentrate with the ringing in your head and the sudden breathlessness you felt. Were...were you being choked?

“How many times?”

The words came out fuzzy to you as you let out a breathless, “Wha---?”

“How many times did that piece of shit speak to you like that?!”

Confused, you could only weakly grasp at his arm as you blearily looked up at him. Though again you fell breathless as his eyes seared straight into your soul. Practically burning his mark on it as he kept you pinned to the wall. 

“I-I...B-Boss... K-Kuroo, I can’t---!” 

Your adrenaline was kicking in, your heart hammering against your chest as you felt the coil in your gut tighten as you cursed yourself. This wasn’t the situation to be getting turned on! Yes, your boss looked incredibly hot right now, but you literally were going to die if he couldn’t control his emotions!

Suddenly realizing what he was doing, he let go. Watching your chest heave as you gulped down lungfuls of air. A strange high coming off of you as you shakily met his gaze. His own boring straight into you as he seemed to still want his answer from you. 

Once regaining a sense of clarity, you collected your thoughts as you finally spoke. A slight rasp to your voice as you internally winced at how your voice sounded.

“He...it was every time I visited...sir.”

A sharp click of his tongue and a string of curses came under his breath as he closed his eyes briefly. You stood there, awkwardly waiting as you tried to quell the shake in your legs from the near death experience before you were jolted out of your thoughts when a large hand clamped down onto your wrist. The hold unrelenting as you were suddenly tugged down the alleyway.

“B-Boss?” 

Utterly confused, you could only follow him blindly as he didn’t speak the rest of the way towards the now undisclosed location. Within moments, you found yourself in front of a an apartment door. The area where it was being much more higher class than the previous location you had been. Though, before you could even question where you both were the taller male unlocked the door and tugged you in.

Putting two and two together, you realized you were in Kuroo’s apartment. Startled by this, you went to ask him why he brought you here. Instead, you were pinned to his door as his lips were suddenly on yours. 

A messy and dominant aura coming from the male as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Taking advantage of your shocked state to get a much needed fix of your taste before he slowly pulled back. 

“You have no idea how much it pisses me off to hear the girl I fucking love is getting treated like some ditsy whore.”

The words punched into your chest as your cheeks flushed at the words your boss said. He...loves you? Of course you had a crush on him. You were sure any of the rookies who joined the Nekoma team could agree on having a crush on the mischievous leader.

Though for you in particular, you grew to have more of a crush on the taller male after witnessing his personality and his mannerisms towards children and those in need. It warmed your heart that besides being a cruel and unrelenting figure in the dark world you both lived in, he still had a kind heart.

Before you could even think, you took this chance into your own hands as you suddenly grabbed at his jacket. A sharp tug and your lips meshed with his in a messy, yet fiery dance. His hands found their way around your waist before suddenly lifting you up into his arms as you let out a startled gasp.

Once again, taking this little change in your actions, he let his tongue dive into your mouth. Exploring and savoring the addicting taste that was you. You let out a soft groan at his play as you were overwhelmed by him. His scent, his touch, his voice. Everything about him had your body reacting in ways you didn’t think were possible.

The next thing you knew, he was pressing kisses against your neck, his hands roughly holding you up by your thighs as he gave them a nice squeeze. Then suddenly, you were thrown onto his bed. Soft black sheets enveloped your form as you looked up at your boss. A breathless look on your face as you watched with wide eyes as he began to slowly strip. A sort of show as his piercing gold eyes never left your wide (e/c). 

“K-Kuro--”

“Tetsuro.”

His lust filled voice cut you off as he threw his button down haphazardly onto the floor before crawling towards you. That predatory look in his eyes once again returning as he took in your form beneath him. It was mesmerizing. The way your hair fell against your skin and his sheets. The flushed look that covered your cheeks. The way your eyes held his own in a never ending game of cat and mouse.

“....Tetsuro...”

You tested the name, your lips playing with the syllables as he let out a groan. The way you said his name sending heat straight down to his already strained pants as you slowly brought your arms up to wrap around his neck. Your fingers toying with his hair as you suddenly dropped a sultry gaze to him.

“I want you to wreck me...make me yours. Prove to me that what you said wasn’t a lie...”

And almost as if a switch was turned on, the man above you ravaged you almost immediately. He dove for your neck, already making claim to the soft skin and leaving his marks wherever accessible. his hands began to claw at your clothes. Roughly tugging and desperately peeling the layers away to touch your skin. To get a feel for you. 

The gasps and moans that escaped your reddened and swollen lips only urged him to explore more of you as your clothes were tossed into a pile on his bedroom floor. Mingling with his own abandoned ones as he continued kissing lower and lower until he was at your dripping entrance. A seductive grin formed on his face as he grabbed your thighs. The feel of his calloused hands sending another wave of heat into you as you grasped at the sheets beneath you.

“F-Fuck TetsuRO!”

A sharp cry came from you as your eyes widened in utter surprise as your boss began to suck and bite at the sensitive and supple skin of your inner thighs. Already you could feel your eyes water at the stimulation as you trembled underneath his hold. 

“Stay still kitten...”

A purr came from the male as his warm breath fanned against your dripping folds. A taunting smirk on his lips as he forced your thighs apart, and the next thing you knew you were crying and begging for release as his tongue delved deep into you. Taunting and teasing every little nook and cranny that he could reach. 

Your noises only fueling him further as he kept you from grinding your hips down against his face as you pleaded for him to stop teasing and to give you that sweet release. Of course that never came as he continued to absolutely decimate you with his tongue. The sweet little spots you had hidden away being prodded and teased at as he relished in your desperate sounds. 

And just when you thought you were about to cum, the ever mischievous male pulled back as you let out a sob of frustration. Your flustered and tear stained face only further prompted him to lean forward and capture your lips into another kiss as you let out a small moan as you tasted not only him but yourself on his tongue. 

The action making you even more embarrassed before you finally decided to take matters into your own hands. If this was the game your boss decided to play. Then so be it. You weren’t going to be the only one to suffer tonight.

Without warning, you pulled him in closer, stealing every breath he took as he let out a low and throaty moan at your sudden boldness. Though the sounds escalated the moment you flipped him onto his back. A victorious grin now on your face as he looked up at you with surprise in those golden irises. 

“I’m not the only one being teased tonight, tiger...”

A seductive smirk graced your features as you fumbled with his pants briefly. His cock straining desperately against the cloth of his boxers before you pulled both layers loose. The pair being lost in the pile of forgotten clothes on the floor as you leaned over to his nightstand. A teasing wink being sent his way as you grabbed one of the condoms he had stashed away. With practiced ease, you slipped the condom on before you positioned yourself over his weeping cock.  His face suddenly becoming flustered, as he attempted to stop you before you slowly worked his tip against your aching folds. A desperate moan coming from the both of you as you struggled to keep him from bucking up and stretching you too quickly. 

Thankfully, you managed to keep his grinding hips down as he let out a breathless string of curses as you continued to ease and work your way onto him. Though the more you did the more shaky and hazy your eyes became as you couldn’t help but let out a wanton moan at how he filled you up. Your walls clenching around him tightly as he let out a sharp curse and a strong buck of his hips.

The action catching you off guard as you squealed. Your hands pressing against his lower abdomen to steady yourself as you gave him a sharp glare. Amused, he let out a breathy chuckle before letting our another colorful string of curses and moans as you began to move. Your body taking the reigns as you began to ride the man beneath you until he was a desperate moaning mess.

Though just as you thought he was about to break, his hands shot towards your own hips as he began to match with your speed. Your flushed cheeks turning even darker as his gaze became practically liquid gold as he watching you bounce on his cock. The both of you nearing your limits as both gold and (e/c) meshed, drowning one another in each other’s hypnotic stares before you both came with a loud moan. 

Suddenly you fell forward, collapsing against the sweaty male beneath you as the musk of sex and sweat filled the room. Groaning, you let your eyes slowly flutter closed as Tetsuro pulled out of you. Giving himself a moment to catch his breath before he turned, lazily wrapping an arm around you as he carefully tugged the messy sheet off and onto the floor before wrapping the both of you in the blanket. His molten stare now basking over your sleeping features as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head before he too succumbed to the exhaustion.

A soft whisper danced into your ear before the both of you finally fell asleep though, and it brought a subconscious smile to you as darkness brought you into it’s soothing embrace.

“...I love you (y/n)...”

[pocket-luv101]

Ransom || Part 4 - End

Fandom: Servamp Ship: KuroMahi Characters: Kuro, Mahiru

Summary: Mahiru is kidnapped by the mafia. He learns that Kuro is being forced to work with the mafia. He hoped he could convince him to help him escape. {KuroMahi, Mafia AU}

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || (Part 4 - End)

Mahiru walked down the hall with Cerberus by his side. He would occasionally be stopped by a few mafia members to have a casual conversation. After he helped stop the intruders a week ago, he had gained the respect and trust of the mafia family. Tsurugi asked: “Are you on another walk, Persephone? You should stop by the cafeteria so Hera will cook something delicious. She only cooks something special when you’re attending dinner with us.”

“I’m on my way to meet Kuro. He’s returning from a mission so we’ll stop by the cafeteria if he hasn’t eaten yet. I should go before Kuro starts to worry why I’m late.” Mahiru said goodbye to him before he stepped back from him. He continued down the hall and he thought of the first time he was able to leave his room. He could now freely roam throughout the mafia’s headquarters but he still felt trapped. There was an unspoken understanding that he couldn’t explore the building nor leave.

His uncle promised to negotiate his freedom soon but he didn’t know when he would arrive. While he wanted to return to his normal life, a part of him knew that his future would never be simple again. The knowledge that his family was tied to the mafia made him question everything in his past life. He couldn’t recall anything in his childhood that would’ve hinted at a connection though. His mother died when he was young and his father left before he was born. He wished he was able to ask his mother about the truth.

“We’ll ask Uncle Toru about our ‘family business’. Right, Cerberus?” Mahiru knew he was speaking to himself more than the dog. “Then again, I promised to return you to Zeus once Uncle comes for me and I have to leave. I’ll miss you. I’ll miss a lot of people. It’s a little surprising since I was so scared of everyone when I was taken here.”

Kuro’s soft smile from when they went to the roof appeared in Mahiru’s mind. Throughout his time being held hostage, he had been kind and supportive. He was certain that he wouldn’t have survived among the mafia if it wasn’t for him. He liked to consider them friends and he wondered if Kuro felt the same. Mahiru knew he would miss him the most after he left.

“So, you’re brave enough to walk through the halls without your keeper.” The cold voice behind him caused Mahiru to stiffen. He hesitantly turned around to face Makabe. He came to know the mafia family as people and he wasn’t afraid of most of them. Makabe was the only exception because he had been the one to kidnap him. He approached Mahiru with a cold glare. “I don’t understand why everyone is treating you like one of us but you’re not. Know your place.”

Cerberus sensed Mahiru’s fear and bared its fangs at Makabe. The air became tense around them and Mahiru’s hands turned into fists at his side. He didn’t want to provoke the man since he was dangerous. Mahiru bit his lip but he couldn’t stop himself from muttering: “Why are you angry with me? You’re the one who fucking kidnapped me and brought me here.”

“You should learn how to shut your mouth!” Makabe yelled and reached for his gun tucked into his belt. When he saw his intention, Mahiru’s body tensed and he stepped to the side to dodge his attack. He ran into something hard yet warm and he was relieved to find that it was Kuro. He hadn’t noticed him approach them and Makabe was surprised as well.

Kuro stopped Makabe by taking his wrist and he twisted it away from his gun. He didn’t take his eyes off the man as he subtly moved Mahiru behind him where he would be safe. He let go of his wrist and said, “You were the one who made this situation so don’t take it out on Mahiru. He only pointed it out. Zeus also said Mahiru isn’t to be harmed while he’s here.”

“Is Touma’s order the only reason that you’re so protective of him?” He spat at the two and then stormed away. Kuro sighed and then ran his hand through his shaggy hair. He hoped that Makabe wouldn’t target Mahiru during the rest of his time within the mafia’s headquarters. His words lingered in his mind though. He decided not to think about his own feelings and focused on Mahiru.

He turned around and asked Mahiru, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Thank you for stopping him, Kuro. I’m sure he was only trying to scare me since he can’t actually hurt me. As a veterinarian, I know when someone is more bark than bite.” Mahiru tried to reassure him with a light joke. His face was a little pale and Kuro could see that he was forcing himself to smile. The expression stabbed his heart and he reached out to comfort him. He gently cupped his cheek and ran his thumb over his soft skin. Mahiru leaned into his touch and relaxed.

At first, it was pity that caused Kuro to feel protective of Mahiru but he quickly learned how strong he was. There was a fire in his brown eyes and Kuro admired him. He knew that he could fend for himself but he still wanted to protect him. The best way to protect him was to help him escape the mafia world. His stomach twisted into a knot at the thought of Mahiru leaving. He reminded himself that he couldn’t be selfish when Mahiru had been pulled into a word he didn’t belong in.

“I was going to meet you at the front door so we could take Cerberus on his walk. Are you hungry? We can stop by the cafeteria before we go out for a walk.” Mahiru said after Cerberus nudged him with its nose. He stepped away from Kuro and knelt down to pet the dog’s head. “Can you give me a moment to talk to Kuro? It’s rare that Zeus sends you on a mission since he assigned you to protect me. How was it?”

“We should get going before Cerberus decides to bite me for taking your attention. He has grown attached to you.” Kuro avoided his question with the joke yet there was a hint of sadness in his voice. He tilted his chin towards the door and Mahiru understood what he meant. He stood and they walked outside together. They took the familiar path to the plaza where they would usually take.

A few people would greet them as they passed and Mahiru waved back to them. He felt a light tug on the leash and he glanced down at Cerberus. He wasn’t annoyed at the dog’s persistence and he only giggled lightly. Mahiru picked up a stick and tossed it a fair distance from them. Cerberus raced after the stick and Mahiru sat on a bench as he waited for the dog to return.

Kuro sat next to him and he naturally placed his hands at his sides. Their fingers accidentally brushed together but neither moved away from the other. Mahiru looked up at the large building and said, “I thought about escaping a lot on the first day I was here. I never imagined that life among the mafia could be peaceful like this. Everyone calls me Persephone too.”

“It’s a sign of respect since they consider you one of us after you stopped the intruders.” Kuro reassured him and patted his leg.

“I know that but the nickname makes me feel a little uncomfortable. Persephone was taken to the underworld and she married the person who kidnapped her. Makabe kidnapped me and I don’t want…” His voice shook slightly. Kuro started to pull away but then Mahiru locked their fingers together. “Makabe isn’t Hades. If people are going to call me Persephone, I’m glad you’re Hades. I think you fit that name better than he could.”

“As the god of death?” Kuro raised a brow at him. “I am one of the best hitmen in the mafia family.”

“Hades is the God of the Underworld.” Mahiru corrected him and smiled up at Kuro. “He takes care of the souls in the Underworld like how you protected people when the intruders came.”

“You see me as a better person than most would.” He found himself leaning towards Mahiru as he spoke. They drew closer to each other until he was able to feel his breath against his lips. Kuro knew that he couldn’t close the small space between them and held himself back. “I’m going to miss you when you leave tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Mahiru’s eyes widened with surprise and he sat straighter. His uncle told him that they were negotiating his release and that he would be freed soon. He never expected that he would be leaving within a few hours. A part of him was happy that he could return to his simple life. Yet, another part of him was disappointed that he would leave Kuro behind.

“I wasn’t on a mission today. Touma asked me to attend a meeting about your kidnapping and what we should do. Neither mafia families want you involved in our war but it would be dangerous if you went to the police after you’re set free. I told them that you wouldn’t give our names to the police. You’ll have to reveal that your uncle is also a member of a mafia group and that’s how you escaped.”

“I’m going home.” Mahiru whispered and his voice almost sounded like he was in a daze.

“We’ll miss you once you’re gone, especially Cerberus. I don’t know how we’ll control him without you.” Kuro thought Mahiru would be happy to learn that he could finally leave. Yet, he appeared to be conflicted. He wasn’t able to ask him before Cerberus returned. Mahiru stood from the bench to play catch with the dog.

As Mahiru’s bodyguard, Kuro would sleep on the couch in Mahiru’s room. He listened to the quiet night to avoid thinking of the upcoming day. He opened his phone to check the time and he saw that it was an hour past midnight. In mere hours, Mahiru would leave and Kuro would return to his previous job. Their time together was like a dream to him.

He heard the rustle of cloth and the sound was followed by the floor creaking. Kuro immediately knew that Mahiru had left his bed and he assumed that he was going to drink water or go to the bathroom. He didn’t sit up to check on him though. Instead, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He wanted to prolong their goodbye for as long as possible.

Warm fingers trailed over his cheek and then brushed over his lips. “If I asked you to run away with me, you would probably say no. I want to save you from this place and this situation but the only thing I can think of is kidnapping you. Would you let me, Kuro?”

He opened his eyes to find Mahiru leaning over him. He didn’t seem surprised to see him awake and he didn’t pull away. Kuro reached up and placed his hand on his neck. Beneath his fingers, he could feel Mahiru’s pulse quicken slightly. He slowly pulled him down even as his mind warned him to let go. He was certain that he wouldn’t be able to let him go after he kissed him once. He told himself that he would stop if Mahiru pulled away from him.

“Kuro…” Mahiru whispered his name as his eyes fluttered close. He waited for his kiss yet he only felt the brush of his lips against his forehead. The light touch was still able to make his heart tremble. He opened his eyes and met his longing gaze. Boldly, Mahiru cupped Kuro’s face and kissed him. He was frozen with surprise but he slowly melted into the kiss. He returned the kiss and buried his fingers into his brown hair. “I can’t leave you behind, Kuro.”

“It’s impossible for me to leave the mafia.” Kuro said and shook his head. The short refusal caused Mahiru’s heart to tighten painfully. He felt a connection with him and he was certain they would never see each other again after tomorrow. They were from different worlds and Kuro wanted to protect him from the dangers he knew. “This is for the best.”

“For you? For me? For us?” Mahiru whispered the question and lowered his face. He rested his head on Kuro’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist. His hold was weak and he wondered if he could keep him from leaving if he held onto him a little tighter. “Uncle Toru will pick me up in the morning. Can we go on one final walk together? I want to watch the stars with you again.”

Kuro could never say no to him so he silently nodded. His answer made Mahiru smile weakly and he wished he could do more for him. It was impossible to give him the answer he wanted. They rose from the couch at the same time and they walked out of the room. Mahiru was careful not to make a sound as he closed the door behind them.

They made their way to the stairway in silence because neither of them knew what to say. Mahiru glanced down at Kuro’s hand and he slowly reached out to him. He hooked their pinkies together and he was happy when he adjusted their hands to tangle their fingers together. He lifted their linked hands together to his lips and whispered, “What’s the first thing you’ll do when you return home?”

“Cook curry and share a meal with my uncle. It’ll be the best time to talk to him about… everything.” Mahiru had told him that he loved to cook the first day he became his bodyguard. That day felt like a lifetime ago since so much had happened. He wished he could invite Kuro to eat with them but he didn’t voice the thought.

He opened the front door for Mahiru and the cold night made him shiver as he stepped outside. He moved closer to Kuro for warmth and he wrapped his arm around his shoulders in return. They walked aimlessly without a destination in mind. Mahiru stared at the moon hanging above them instead of the pavement ahead of them. He was certain that he wouldn’t be able to look at the moon without thinking of Kuro.

“I was in high school when I joined the mafia.” Kuro told him. He didn’t face Mahiru but he heard the small gasp he made. He had never pushed him for the reason he was with the mafia but he knew that he was curious. After a brief pause, Kuro went on. “I have seven younger siblings. Money was tight for us, especially after our father left. A large family comes with a lot of problems but I love my siblings.”

Mahiru remembered the night he was kidnapped. He saw Kuro comforting his brother and the interaction told him that he was a good person. He didn’t interrupt Kuro and listened to him. “Lily, my baby brother, became sick. We took him to the doctor but we couldn’t afford the medicine he needed. I thought I should get him some cough medicine to help his pain at least. Unfortunately, I was a stupid teenager without a job.”

He could hear the pain in his voice and he hugged Kuro to comfort him. “I was stupid and I tried to steal it for him. The police chased me down but I was able to knock a few of them out before they handcuffed me. When I was sitting in that jail cell, the only thing I could think of was my siblings. The last person I expected bailed me out, Touma.”

“What?” Confusion crossed Mahiru’s face and Kuro understood why.

“I was surprised too. I’ve never met him before but he saw me fight the officers. He thought he could use my skills in his mafia family and he would take care of my siblings in exchange. I can’t leave the mafia without endangering my family.” Kuro told him. He knew Mahiru would have regrets if he left him behind without fully understanding the situation. He hoped the story would make him give up on him.

They had stopped walking and Mahiru moved to stand in front of Kuro. He tilted his face down and looked into his red eyes. “You’re a good man, Kuro. I’m glad that we met, even if it had to be like this. Thank you for everything and how you protected me.”

A sharp yell cut through the moment and Kuro pulled Mahiru closer to protect him. He scanned the area to search the person that had screamed. The shout was more from anger than pain and he wondered what could’ve caused it. More shouts reached them and he assumed someone was having an argument. He wanted to make sure that it wasn’t an intruder so he cautiously approached the voices.

Mahiru followed close behind him and held onto his sleeve. They peered into an open window and he was suspicious that someone would be awake so late. The room appeared to be a simple office and his eyes fell onto Touma and Makabe. Touma appeared to be calm even as Makabe was yelling at him. “Mahiru will leave tomorrow. I thought you wanted him gone, Makabe.”

“You’re going to let him go so easily when he could put us in danger. Who knows what he has managed to learn? He’ll give that information to his uncle or the police!” Makabe argued and the anger in his voice caused Mahiru to flinch slightly. “The reason I ordered his kidnapping was to get information from his uncle, not the other way around. We should get rid of him. I’m the heir to this mafia family so my opinion should mean something!”

“You’re my son but I never said I would hand over this empire to you.” Touma barely gave Makabe a glance as he worked on his laptop. “The issue with Mahiru has been resolved. No harm is to come to him, now and after he leaves. If you don’t have anything else you want to discuss, go back to your room and think of how you can prove yourself to be a good leader for my organization.”

“I am your son!” He yelled. Touma’s response was only an exasperated sigh.

“With your logic, Mahiru would become the leader of the mafia before you. He’s my first child and your half-brother. I promised his mother that I wouldn’t involve him in my family business after she told me that she was pregnant. You made me break that promise when you kidnapped him. You should consider yourself lucky that I only punched you for that.” Touma shut his laptop and leveled a glare at Makabe. “Now, go back to your room.”

The conversation went on but Mahiru didn’t hear the rest as Touma’s statement repeated itself in his mind. His father was a mafia leader and his mother never told him. Mahiru’s knees suddenly felt weak and Kuro caught him as he started to sink to the ground. He didn’t know if his world could be shattered any more than it already was.

Mahiru laid on his bed with his head on Kuro’s lap and he stared at the sunrise through the window. He was barely able to sleep and Kuro stayed up at night to comfort him. He tenderly threaded his fingers through his brown hair and the touch calmed him. In the silent moment, he didn’t have to think about how his family had been a large secret. His world was spinning but Kuro helped him.

The door opened behind them and Mahiru sat up to see Toru and Touma enter the room. Neither men mentioned how close Kuro and Mahiru were. He was happy to see his uncle after months but Touma’s presence stopped him from running to him. Kuro noticed his hesitation and gently squeezed his hand. Mahiru took a deep breath and said, “Father?”

The single word hug in the air and thickened the air with tension. Toru laughed nervously and said: “Don’t you recognize your uncle, Mahiru? It’s sweet of you to call me your father though. You owe me a lot of Father Days presents.”

“Touma, you’re my father, aren’t you? I overheard you tell Makabe that I am. You’re not the type to lie about something like that.” Mahiru faced Touma for the first time since he learned the truth. He searched his face for any similarities they had. “I always wondered why my mother would tell me that my father was a good man but also say that it was best that I didn’t try to meet him.”

“Mahiru, you have to understand that your mother—” Toru started but Mahiru interrupted him.

“My mother was right about half of that statement. It was best that I didn’t try to meet my father.” Mahiru’s pointed statement caused Touma to turn away from him. “I’m glad to finally have a face and a name for my father though. I have a more complete picture of my family as well.”

Mahiru stood from the bed and walked to his uncle to give him a brief hug. He let him go and then stepped back to take Kuro’s hand. “I have no intention to take over your mafia organization like Makabe. On other hand, I am worried that he would consider me a threat because I’m your firstborn son. Thinking simply, I would like to have a bodyguard after I leave.”

“I guess you already have someone in mind for that position.” Touma said and looked towards Kuro.

“Please, let Kuro come with me and continue to be my bodyguard.” Mahiru bowed to him. His declaration surprised Kuro the most since he hadn’t told him that he intended to make the request. “Since Kuro’s protecting me, you will still consider Kuro a part of the mafia and pay him for his work, right?”

“You’re as crazy as your mother.” He was surprised to hear Touma chuckle. “You’re both free to leave with no consequences. Kuro, we will continue to fund your family’s living expenses as long as Mahiru is safe.”

“Thank you! We can leave, Kuro!” Mahiru cheered and threw his arms around Kuro.

[redrobin-detective]

What's kuroshitsuji about? From what I can see on your posts, the story & charas lie on the darker side of the grey area. Morally questionable people doing morally questionable things. For their self-interest? The greater good? Idk. Could you tell me abt it? Bc from my experience, what you like I'll probably also like :)

Sure! I know I’ve been posting a lot about it lately. Kuro isn’t for everyone, it’s very dark manga that handles really heavy themes. Also a lot of fandom ships S*e*B//C**iel/ which is a traumatized child with his immortal demon abuser so not great. 

Black Butler (Or Kuroshitsuji as I call it) premiered in 2006 in GFantasy. It follows an English Earl, 13 year old Ciel Phantomhive in the year 1889. He has several servants but the main one is his butler, Sebastian. Sebastian is a demon and a bastard.

So simply, When Ciel was 10 his whole family was murdered, mansion burned and he was sold into slavery and horrifically tortured until he broke. In his grief, he summoned a demon and sold his soul in exchange for the power to revenge himself upon the people who hurt him. The contract mark which binds them is one Ciel’s right eye (which is normally covered by a patch) and on Sebastian’s left hand. 

That’s the basic presence but it gets really deep into what it means to live, about morality, about what it means to be human and all the good and bad that come with it. The series follow’s Ciel trying to investigate who wiped out his family while also serving Queen Victoria. The Phantomhives have served as a kind of criminal watchdog for generations, keeping the underworld in line and preventing them from reaching “proper” society. 

Ciel is an arrogant, brilliant, manipulative little bastard who will do anything to win. He have seen him lie, cheat, murder in cold blood. But we have also seen him risk his life to protect others, we’ve seen how scared he truly is by his new life, we’ve seen him suffer extreme panic/anxiety attacks. I call him my little bastard, because he is, but he’s also a very complex human who has been through hell and back. Sebastian, as a demon, can preform great feats of strength and magic which he uses in both his duties as butler and bodyguard to Ciel. He’s handsome and smarmy and elegantly cruel and his loyalty to Ciel only lasts until he can devour his soul. I hate him so much but he himself is a fascinating character.

Honestly all the characters grow to be very three dimensional and have great depth to them. The other servants who fumble with daily domesticity because they’re rehabilitated soldiers/hitmen serving primarily as protection. The cute girly fiancee who is actually a badass swordswoman in preparation for her marriage into a cut throat household. The Indian Prince and his servant looking for fun and a way to become a true man. There’s sinners and saints and everything in between. The stories are quite fun too, a mishmash of gothic horror, mystery, supernatural action. The art, good god the art, I could stare at Toboso’s art all day long. 

LOOK AT THAT BACKGROUND GOOD GOD I’M DECEASED.

The series starts off kinda slow, focusing more on the silly aspects but gradually gets more serious and interesting as time progresses. If you want something dark, something pretty but melancholic. Again warnings for graphic topics, for murder and rape and PTSD and child abuse. I do not recc this for everyone, this is not a happy story, its silly and funny and the bantering is fun but god it is not a happy story. This is a story that you come to for wickedness and revenge, this is a story to read if you want to ache.

[crystalrequiem]

Collateral [Part 2] [TRC Crime AU]

Hey ya’ll! Lookin for some con crit on this section in particular.  also; as Win mentioned, Shuuichirou is awesome, and more people should appreciate Wish. Just sayin

Summary: Kurogane, a competent hitman for Yuuko’s organization has been tasked to eliminate Ashura of the gambling hall Celes. Unfortunately, some blond dealer from the gambling floor keeps getting in his way. He’ll have to find a way around, one way or another.

Tags: Kuro/Fai/Yuui, Non-magic AU, Crime/Mafia AU,

Warnings:  moderate, slightly graphic injury, swearing, hitmen, gambling, eventual voyeurism, murder, questionable morality [ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] [ Part 3 ]

“Fancy meeting you here," the man teases, motioning for him to sit at a table just a little too short for either of them. The furrow in Kurogane’s brow digs deeper. He could play along, but that’s never been his style.

He takes the offered seat, tilts his “instrument case” forward for easy access.

“You’re the one who invited me, aren’t you?” he deadpans, watching the way pale hands twitch briefly with surprise. 

“Ha! I suppose so.” The blond leans back in his chair, bringing his cup to his lips for a long sip. His single, piercing eye never drifts from Kurogane’s unmoving form. “Not going to order anything, then? It’s really no trouble. I could have them bring something over for you.” He sees what his opponent intends and reaches out to halt one pale wrist before the blond can wave to the counter. It’s a signal if he’s ever seen one, and he knows without a doubt now that he’s walked into some kind of trap. 

Thank God, he thinks with only the slightest hint of guilt. 

“I’m not thirsty.” The glare he earns for himself is brief, but vicious. Kurogane’s heart speeds in his chest, mouth threatening to quirk upwards. He pulls his opponent’s hand forward and down to the table’s surface with gloved fingers. “But I wouldn’t say no to a fight, if that’s what you’re aiming for.”

The blond tears his arm back and away, shoulders shaking with something like a laugh.

“You are absolutely terrible at this,” he announces, and Kurogane shrugs. He’s not wrong. Kurogane doesn’t do this kind of subtle dance—it’s not his forte. He’s a weapon. Yuuko points him in the right direction, and he cuts. Asking him to play spy is just begging for trouble. “Alright then, Mr. Honest, why are you following me?”  He punctuates the question with a snap before Kurogane can stop him, and the store’s employees jump into motion. They finish the only order on the bar, start silently lowering the blinds and flicking the store sign to closed. The last customer bustles out with a nervous glance in their direction.

Kurogane figured the Celes had more going on than Yuuko knew, but this kind of coordinated scramble confirms it. He starts to say something glib, body tense and ready to spring into motion at the first hint of a fight. For all he knows, every employee in the room might have a gun at the ready, just waiting for him to make a move.

“You mean you don’t already know?” Kurogane muses, studying his opponent’s face for something—any kind of hint. The blond’s expression remains as cool and placid as a lake, though his fingers twitch once in irritation.

“Well, I know a few things. I know you work for the witch, for one,” hardly a difficult deduction. The butterfly pin on his lapel gives as much away to anyone who’s ever heard of Yuuko. Troublesome if it shows when he wants to go unnoticed, but useful enough to be worth it. Half the people in this town owe Yuuko one way or another. “You’re armed, terrible at information gathering. You’ve been showing up where you shouldn’t, fought me in the offices the other day, and then tried to follow me.”

Kurogane takes a moment to glance warily around the shop, wondering suddenly whether his opponent intends to use this exposition, make a scene and get him arrested. Unlikely. The last of the workers leaves with a tiny, nervous bow in the blond’s direction, shutting the door behind them. With the shutters down, the tiny shop is transformed to a perfect meeting place, hidden away from prying eyes.

“It’s obvious you want me dead. I just can’t figure out what I’ve done to offend the witch herself.” That’s… odd.

“You think I want to kill you?” Kurogane presses, already feeling like he somehow has the upper hand. Blondie might be a prodigy at knife fighting and he might have more allies than anyone had thought, but he doesn’t understand a damn thing. “You figured we wanted you dead, so you isolated yourself here with me; no witnesses, no backup, and no way to call for help,” blondie simply tilts his head in answer, that blue eye bright with challenge. “You are absolutely terrible at this,” he echoes, deeply satisfied by the annoyance he sees flicker briefly over his enemy’s delicate features.  

“So, I’m not your target then?” Can’t hurt to tell him that. He’ll know soon enough if he leaves here alive, anyway.

“No,” Kurogane admits, increasingly amused. He watches the blond frown, slouching down to hazard another sip of coffee.

For a man convinced an assassin intended to kill him, he really shows very little concern. Is he suicidal, or just arrogant? Kurogane wonders.

“Thievery then. You wanted our business records? Maybe you’re following me now because you think I can be bribed? Or could it be that you intended to get to…” The blond trails away, his expression closing off in time with his voice. Ah. Perhaps he realizes.

“Who can say?” Kurogane barely has the time to tease. Finally, finally, the asshole makes a move.

Hot coffee flies toward his face in a wave as those pale fingers dart for a slim waist. He hadn’t been fast enough to react last time, but he knows better now. He’s been waiting for this. His blood thunders in his ears as he dodges back and away. He’s moving before he makes the conscious decision to do so, slamming his chair sideways and sending it skidding across the floor. His blade slides free from its hidden compartment with a satisfying, familiar sound, catching the first knife just before it can find a home in his chest.

“I owe you for the other night,” he crows. The healing wound in his arm protests every swing as he deflects blade after blade, but it only spurs him on. Twenty stitches and a new damn shirt. He intends to make the bastard pay.

The blond is good, but not good enough without the benefit of surprise. He runs out of thrown weapons soon enough and eventually resorts to fighting up close with a wicked looking knife. An intimidating weapon, but he won’t stand a chance against Kurogane’s blade.

“Who is it,” his opponent hisses, entirely transformed from the laughing, controlled man who’d been seated languidly before him just moments earlier. “Who does the witch want?”

Kurogane knows better than to answer. Honestly though, he doesn’t know if he could. Shorter blade or no, the dealer fights like a man possessed. He’s entirely different from the joking, carefree thing facing him down in the moonlight of Celes’s offices. Kurogane shouldn’t have any trouble sweeping in and landing a decisive blow, but the blond makes it impossible. He moves like water, flows around Kurogane and his swings, slips under his arms and pulls him in closer so that Kurogane has to keep spinning away. Even if he tries to take advantage of what he knows must be a significant blind spot on the man’s left, he can’t land a hit. It’s frustrating. Fascinating.

But… it can’t last forever. When it comes down to the wire, Kurogane just has more experience.

He moves for an overhead strike, anticipating the easy way the enemy fighter catches his blade on the downswing and steps away from it. When the blond pivots to take advantage of the opening Kurogane leaves, he sweeps out with his ankle and kicks the café table hard, landing a solid hit and knocking his opponent to the ground.

“Cheat!” the man wheezes, sounding for just a second like the playful creature Kurogane had met once before. It doesn’t last. His features harden, and he rolls away from the axe kick Kurogane intends to meet with his chest. Even downed, the dealer is a ferocious thing. He rolls like a fool and strikes out at whatever part of Kurogane he can reach, always searching for an opening to stand. He manages to nick the fronts of Kurogane’s shins and tear his pants to ribbons at the ankles. Goddamnit that’s a whole suit the bastard owes him now.

“Lay the fuck still!”  He finds himself growling as he finally, finally manages to press the edge of his steel to his enemy’s gasping throat. He knows better than to let his guard down, even with his opponent seemingly bested, and a good thing too. That eye stares defiantly up, unflinching as he keeps moving, uncaring of the sword biting into his neck. His wrist darts forward, ready to plunge his knife up and into the back of Kurogane’s knee.

A death wish. This asshole has a fucking death wish, Kurogane decides. Acting as quickly as he can, he somehow avoids slicing into the dumbass’s carotid as he shifts all his weight to one leg. Swiveling uncomfortably, he slams his heel down on the man’s wrist with enough force to break it. The blade clatters behind them across the floor as its owner gasps with pain.

Great. He’s finally got the guy at his mercy, but it doesn’t feel like much of a victory. He’d had to fight too hard for it, his shins remind him, smarting and wet with his own blood. Besides, he doesn’t even know what he’s supposed to do now. He’s not supposed to kill the guy.

He bends down, considering. He keeps his left knee firmly on that troublesome right arm, doesn’t let his blade drift too far from his enemy’s sluggishly bleeding neck.

“No way I’m just gonna threaten a guy like you off work, huh?” He thinks out loud to himself, and the dealer laughs. No, probably not. A guy like this, who’d cut his own neck to land a good knife hit? If he wasn’t waiting for death, he was certainly stubborn in the face of it. Well, there’s really only one good way to go from here. He’ll have to try to put the guy out of commission. He can’t threaten him away, but at least he can make the asshole less of a threat in the future. It just… feels kind of cheap.

Well…. The guy’s a card dealer, right? Broke one of his wrists already. Ruining the other hand shouldn’t be too difficult. No reason to make it more painful than it has to be though.

“Next time,” he finds himself chiding, pulling his weapon away and twisting it up towards the ceiling. His quarry starts to struggle as soon as the steel moves more than a few inches from his neck, but Kurogane has all the control here. “don’t underestimate me.” He brings the hilt of his blade down on the man’s temple, hard. However surprising his fighting skills, the blond passes out just like any other person.

Kurogane sighs deeply as he sheathes his sword and pushes himself up and away with a sense of loss. He’d had a lot of fun with that fight, up until the end. How much more interesting could it have been if blondie had seen fit to call for backup, or play it cautious?

He rifles through the enemy’s pockets, all too aware that any of the shop’s workers could very well have called the police by now. He keeps the small wallet he finds, collects the thrown daggers and the impressive knife from around the room, rights as many tables and chairs as he can, and then turns back to his fallen foe. He hates this, but…. Business is business.

The man keeps his daggers sharp, Kurogane muses as he drives one all the way through the muscle and bone of the dealer’s left hand, straight into the floor. He wakes briefly to scream, before the pain pulls him back under. Damn. He’d been hoping the concussion would keep him asleep. (Kurogane is an assassin, not a sadist.) He pulls himself back up, collects his coat… and starts toward the back entrance.

He can do this. He can leave the guy here. It’s not his problem.

Except… wasn’t the whole point of not killing anyone supposed to be to limit police presence? When those shopkeepers come back and find the place like this, they’ll call the authorities for certain. Besides, what if he’d fucked up and given the man brain damage or something? He might die anyway and then all of this would be for nothing.

God damn it, he repeats on a loop in his head like a mantra, hurrying back to pick up his enemy’s broken form. He reaches over and pulls the dagger back out of that hand, wincing as he listens to another pained moan. Nothing he can do for it now—what’s done is done. He makes certain no hidden weapons remain at the man’s waist and tosses him over one shoulder. He steps out the back entrance and into an ally to the tune of police sirens, cursing all the way.

Of course, it’s far too much to hope that any ID in the blond’s wallet might be real. He finds no less than four drivers’ licenses and five credit cards, all under four different names and all registered to various addresses. He could try to set an informant out at each one just in case, but he doesn’t see much of a point.

“Okay, let me get this straight,” Kudou grouches for the third time. “You beat the man badly enough he won’t be able to work, and then you brought him to me because…?”

“Well, I didn’t want him dead.” He tries to protest. He thumbs through the wallet again, annoyed by the lack of consistency. The only element his mysterious opponent keeps among identities is the middle initial “D.” Hardly a name he can investigate. He memorizes all four names though, just in case. “I wound up hitting him pretty hard there at the end, and it’s not like I’m used to trying to keep people alive when I bash them in the skull, so I wasn’t sure. Besides, now that I think of it, I might have broken or at least bruised a rib or two when I threw that table in his chest…”

“Right. Wouldn’t it have been easier for you to drop him off at the hospital?” The doctor protests, but he moves to unbutton the blond’s shirt nonetheless.

You should just cut the thing off, Kurogane thinks vindictively. Bastard owes him a shirt. Unfortunately, Kudou has no trouble removing the button-down, and he catches sight of the swiftly purpling skin painted across the stranger's side. Ouch. Kurogane might feel a little sorrier for it if he didn’t think he might need to come back for stitches in his shins to match his arm later tonight.

"You're kidding, right? Someone like me can't just go to the hospital. The minute I dropped him off, there'd be police looking for me."

"Hasn't stopped you before," Kudou mumbles below his breath. He presses gently at the exposed line of Blondie’s ribs, probably looking for a break. Kurogane watches him move, unwilling to admit to the apprehension he feels when the doctor presses a stethoscope worriedly to the blond’s chest. He shakes his head and carefully maneuvers the unconscious body into a forward-leaning position.

Kurogane loses his breath, just for a moment, when he catches sight of the tattoo patterned down the length of the man’s back. Well if he ever had any doubts that this man worked for Ashura, they evaporate. The bird twists, burning up his spine, spilling forward to wrap around his upper arms. It’s a shame something so beautiful should represent such an ugly tie.

He’s lucky Yuuko just asks them to wear the pin.

"I need another roll of bandages," Kudou asks once they’ve both recovered enough to get their wits back.  Kurogane shakes his head and turns away from the sprawling ink, trying to put it out of his mind.

“I’m not your damn nurse,” he grumps, but Kudou's brief glance of annoyed disappointment sends him trudging for the room’s cabinets anyway. "Fine, here." He tosses one roll toward the doctor and keeps a second for himself. Determined to get his mind off Ashura’s man, he sets to rolling up his ragged pant legs, wiping the blood away from his shoes and wrapping white fabric clumsily over the knife wounds there. He’s not sure it does him any good.

Truthfully, he should ask for help, but Kudou doesn’t owe him. He's in Yuuko's debt only. Besides, the doctor would make him sit still long enough to properly treat the thing, and neither of them can afford that. He needs to be out of here before blondie wakes up, or he risks putting Kudou in danger.

In fact… now that he thinks of it, he's already putting Kudou in danger. If anyone from Celes finds out Kudou and Yuuko have a deal....

"Look," Kudou starts, only to pause as he catches sight of Kurogane's poor bandaging attempts. He opens his mouth to comment, thinks better of it, and shakes his head. "I owe Yuuko, so I haven't got much choice, but you can't just drop your mistakes off at my doorstep--"

"I didn't," Kurogane protests blankly, tying his attempted bandages off with a knot just this side of too tight. He pockets the bandage roll without asking.

"Kurogane, you most certainly did--"

"I didn't drop him off. A good Samaritan found him and took him over. You have no idea what happened to him." Kurogane coaches. Kudou takes a deep breath, sighs out through his nose, and rubs at the space between his eyes. "You’ve never met Yuuko. You don't know a thing about him. Here's his wallet, but no, he wasn't found with anything else." He tosses the unhelpful thing on the counter behind himself and stands to leave.

Kudou manages to catch him before he gets the door open,

“I’m not holding him here for you. Whatever you intend, it’s no concern of mine.”

“I’m not asking you to involve yourself!” He’s almost offended at the suggestion. Sure, if the asshole was strapped down to a hospital bed on doctors’ orders, it’d make his job easier, but if he’d wanted that he really would have found a way to get the guy to the hospital. No sense making people think Kudou was acting on his behalf. “Just—make sure he won’t die, and send him off, or whatever.”

Send him off… send him home… Kurogane’s mind lets the thought sit, cycles through it.

Actually… this diversion might prove more useful than he thought. If he can figure out where the guy lives...

“Anyway, I’m out of here before the asshole wakes up. You never saw me, got it?” He doesn’t wait for Kudou’s acknowledgement before he tears out the door and back towards the backdoor of the clinic. He has to duck into the bathroom to avoid being spotted by a nurse, but he’s not completely terrible at his job. He makes it out. Doesn’t even track any blood on the floor, thanks to his admittedly poor bandaging attempt.

Obviously, Kurogane can't wait around outside and follow the mystery man. The guy’s too keyed into Kurogane's presence by now. But maybe if he's nursing those injuries and limping home, he might let his guard down enough for someone else to keep an eye out. And without his knives, anyone he assigns shouldn’t face too much danger...

By the time he turns the corner and makes his way down the block, his phone is already at his ear.

“Hey kid,” he mumbles, “got a task for you. There’s someone I need you to tail…”

[askdespairnagito]

This whole day is a wreck. This went from turning Nagi into a child, learning that Kuro has eating problems, baby Nagito single handedly going after two hitmen, calling one his mommy and the other one a clow last, to crying and angst and calling said clown lady is now his auntie. Wild ride tonight.

“d-don’t turn me into a kid again... i keep telling you i’m the worst to be around...”

[limitless-muse]

Vladimir Noir

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode   

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

Before he ran away, he had no siblings. His mother was pregnant, however they weren’t born before he ran.

He was not close to anyone in his pack once he was deemed an infertile sub.

Before that point, he was the Alpha’s heir and was generally in lessons which kept him away from the others most of the time so he wasn’t able to get any close relationships.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

Before the incident, they had a good relationship. Like any other mother and cub.

Afterwards, she disowned him and ignored him. Ridiculed him. He was an ant under her boot.

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Before the incident, his father regularly took him away to teach him what he needed to know to be Alpha.

Afterwards, it was his father that officially claimed him as nothing more than holes to be used by anyone who wanted to.

It was his father that ordered the hitmen after him.

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

He was the subject of abuse: physically, mentally, emotionally, and sexually.

He was held captive that way for years until he escaped.

After escaping he was regularly hunted by former pack members or hired help to drag him back or kill him.

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Between his pockets and one bag? Everything needed to run and disappear. And only one change of clothes.

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

He doesn’t dream, he remembers the past or has nightmares... though technically both of those are nightmares, so only nightmares.

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

His past: the torture and abuse.

The possibility of finally being caught and returned.

He doesn’t have nightmares of being killed because that would be a blessing than a curse.

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

No. He could never get enough money to buy one illegally.

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Yes, he went from being the heir to a large werewolf clan to someone on the run.

At one time, he had been a student.

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

More. ALWAYS.

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

Practically his entire life.

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Never. He hasn’t been allowed to.

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Not really, he’s too used to it and is running for his life so he can’t be bothered by it.

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Smells, he is a werewolf.

After that, faces.

Names are useless for someone on the run.

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

He has zero material possessions.

He also has no money.

If he held onto anything, it would be the degrees he earned himself. Thankfully, he can look them up and get copies if he ever could settle down and not fear for his life.

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

Survival, which could be success. Successful survival.

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

A stuffed animal named Kuro.

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

As long as they don’t kill him or curse him for being an infertile sub, he doesn’t care.

Though he will prefer for them to have some wisdom.

Ambition might be bad if they can be bought.

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

To him, it’s the fact that he is infertile which led to his life dying around him.

Otherwise, who knows. He’s never had a relationship to be able to judge that.

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

Considering his already pessimistic outlook: self-criticism.

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

He believes that it’s his fault he is infertile, which led to all of this.

However, it isn’t his fault that he’s being chased. He just wanted to be free.

What does your character like in other people?

As stated above, as long as they don’t try to kill him, sell him back to his family, or are jerks about him being infertile he doesn’t care.

What does your character dislike in other people?

Everything immediately above is what he doesn’t like.

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

Not in the least.

Trust equals death.

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

He suspects everyone.

He never gets close enough after his time in school to figure that out.

How does your character behave around children?

He’d run away and cry. They were the reason he was in this state in the first place.

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

Bite off it’s hand and claw it in the face.

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

...

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

He wanted to find his mate and become Alpha.

Uh, no.

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Sex.

Children.

Pregnancy.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Never has been.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

Every day of his life.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Defensive and self-depreciating.

Can’t realy improve your body to be fertile.

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

Immediately move on.

How does your character behave around people they like?

If he was to truly shed his on-the-run skin...

He’d be affectionate, cuddly, and want attention.

He wouldn’t be especially needy, but he’d like it all if given and what he would also take.

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Meet his claws or teeth

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

On the run people can’t be concerned about either.

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Remove it, no question.

If it’s not possible, then run.

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

Hahahahaha

He’s a werewolf hunted by werewolves, so... yes.

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Nicely if he ever finds himself in a store for some ungodly reason.

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

He believes he deserves nothing.

He wants a mate and a nice life, but... that’s just dreams.

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Technically, yes, in the form of his fellow pack members who taught him. Otherwise, no, not really.

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

No. And he’d refuse to.

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

Difficult like prying cement appart with your bare hands.

He would always mean it.

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

He’ll die and that’ll be the end of it all.

He’s debated suicide, but he hasn’t experienced life yet and it would give them a win.

[paradise-x-hunter]

🛠🛠🛠🛠🛠🛠🛠 please I love hearing about your characters

I’m gonna take each of those hammers as individual characters cuz I love talking about my babies and I love the fact you enjoy hearing about them, too.

Okay frst I wanna talk about some characters I’m tweaking for my novel. –Kuro-M1  was originally an OC I made for Bleach. She’s probably my oldest OC considering I made her when I was 12 or 13. Originally, her story was that she was an experiment of Aizen’s before all the Hollow experiments started. She was to be a basic Alarm System/ Guard Dog. But as she grew, she gained more of a personality than he would have liked, causing him to lock away her memories and toss her aside only to find her more usefu-ll during his betrayal at the end of the ‘Save Rukia Arc’. In my novel, she is still an experiment, though is changed from a simple Guard Dog to a Soldier in the Royal Family. She does not have much of a personality other than following orders and protecting the Royal Family. She looks a little different, though her skin is still pale and her hair is still white. She keeps her ears, face markings, and tail, though her eyes are completely emerald(no sclera) with no pupil. This is actually a common trait among the species she originally comes from, though with her Robotic personality, it makes her more eerie. The experiments preformed on her began when she was a very small child, she was an orphan and completely deaf. The experimentation cured her deafness(by giving her new ears) as well as heightened senses and even better balance. She’s a master swordsman in the book.–G4-N   was originally an OC for Yu Yu Hakusho. He’s probably the second newest OC I have. Jordyn could be considered his younger sister in that regard. Originally he hailed from Demon world where his family owned a large warren and he had multiple brothers and sisters and generally had a loving family. Since he was the oldest, he was set to inherit the land and be the head of the family when he came of age, though he was much too cowardly to really ever want that. Unfortunately, his family was attacked by bandits who were after his family’s heirloom: a large, red ruby that was passed down from generation to generation. He had managed to run away from the bandits, however, he was unable to save the rest of his family. He was forever haunted by this, often berating himself for his cowardice. He eventually wanders to the Human world after hearing about the Spirit Detectives. He admires humans and hopes to become as strong as the Detectives one day so he can avenge his family.In the Novel, G4-N is an experiment and a Soldier for the Royal Family. Unlike Kuro-M1, he was experimented on when he was an embryo, giving him no memories of ever being normal. His skin matches his hair color, though it seems to be a little lighter in shade. His eyes, like Kuro-M1′s, are solid blue with no pupil. He is very obedient and only seems to truly listen to his creator. He specializes in Hand to Hand Combat, often using his powerful rabbit legs to do all the hard work. –Chie was originally another Bleach OC of mine. She grew up in poverty but eventually was able to show off her skills enough to be allowed into the Soul Reaper academy, leaving her family behind without a second thought. She was one of my more selfish characters and originally supposed to be a Self-Insert of sorts? But she eventually just grew into her own thing and strayed very far from myself. In the Novel, she grew up the same way, though the place she grew up is called Ruia City. Ruia City itself is a giant cluttered, dirty, slum-like city where people with dreams of fame and fortune go out of the foolishness of their own delusions. Chie’s ancestor had the same hopes only to fall in line with the rest of the population. However, she was born with a very specific type of Magic, one where she can see every single strand of DNA in a person’s cells. Due to this, she can rearrange and splice together all sorts of creations/creatures with a simple flick of her wrist and a pair of tweezers. This paired with her excellent memory and learning abilities caused her to be noticed by the Royal Family, specifically, their eldest son. Because of her creations from before, she leaves her family more with a way to live in somewhat luxury, having plants that grow fruits and vegetables far bigger than commercial crops and appliances that can keep them warm during the cold nights. She is the reason for G4-N’s and Kuro-M1′s existence, as well as the rest of the Royal Army. She does not see any harm in what she does and is even quoted to saying she loves all her creations, even the failures. The Family can agree that her creations hold a strong affection for her as well.–Hanako(unfortunately I do not have a picture of him) was originally a DRRR!! OC. I think he’s my third Oldest OC? I originally had him as female, but I made the decision to change him to Male cuz I don’t know. I think it just fit him better. His parents were murdered by one of the Color Gangs(A whole gang I made up with it’s very own OC Leader but unfortunately I don’t have her documents and I don’t remember much about her so I’m not going to talk about her), causing him to grow up more or less by himself. His only companion is a black cat named Knight who waits for him outside school as well as waits for him to get off work at the Floral shop in town. He is constantly given false leads and often lead into serious danger by Izaya all because he promises Hanako with leads into who killed his parents. One of these incidents left him with deep scars on his back which he covers up with a corset piercing. I do not know if I’ll feature him in the Novel, but if I have to place him somewhere, I would put him in Angelus Sanctum. AnSan is a huge city dedicated to peoples of all religions and backgrounds. This is often the place where people go to celebrate festivals and holidays for their respective religions. Unfortunately, there is an orphaned population in the city, though they are looked after by all sorts of monasteries and churches. Hanako grew up in one of these with a few other of his companions. They would often get into trouble, stealing food and other goods, though would always look after one another no matter what. Hanako was designated the leader of their little group, which while he had a bit of a hesitation to, he eventually accepted. There was an instance where while practicing their magic, a child who had very little control over their abilities caused a huge explosion. Protecting his friends who were too close to the explosion by shielding them, Hanako sustained heavy injuries and eventually scars from the ordeal. He doesn’t seemed bothered by it in the slightest. As he and his group grew into adults, they all eventually decided to just open a brothel together within the city. There are many followings, even ones that worship sex and fertility, so a brothel is not all that out of place. They are kept up to a very high standard, being sanitary and the suitors incredibly clean and healthy. Hanako runs the building and makes sure all of his friends are safe and comfortable, even kicking out and if it’s called for, beating up rude guests. On the side, he prefers to flower arrange rather than partake in sexual acts. The Inn also has a mascot: Knight, the Black Cat. He mainly sits on the front desk, sleeping all day or playing with the curtains in the lobby as well as guests who give him attention. Hanako considers his group his family and will do anything for them.You could probably consider Hanako to be the precursor for Jordyn, though she’s much more outgoing and fun-loving than he is. Hanako is more relaxed and serious than he is playful or even a flirt.–Akiko(again, sorry but I do not have a picture of her) is and always will be a Katekyo Hitman Reborn OC. She is my Second Oldest OC and the first one I actually thought of as well balanced and not a Mary Sue. She has flaws and weaknesses, many of which are brought on by her weapon. She’s bad at certain school subjects like math and English, but excels in other subjects like History and Chemistry. Though because of her clumsiness and lack of proper balance, none of the students at Namimori take her seriously. She finds some companionship with Tsuna, though, even calling him her brother at some point. She is the daughter of two well-known Hitmen, though her mother is more known for running the Nerofiore family which has become corrupt over the past 300 years. Akiko had never been aware of her family’s ties to the Mafia but actually takes it a lot better than Tsuna had with his own revelation. She inherits a weapon called Augurio Di Morte (Death Wish/Wish to Death) which seems like a regular red and silver bracelet until she puts it on. Upon putting it on, she realizes that she cannot take it off, it is latched onto her until she dies. This bracelet can turn into whatever weapon, shield, object she wants it to simply by thinking of the thing she needs at the moment. Unfortunately, her thought process isn’t the speediest, making it more of a hinderance than anything else. Eventually, with the help of Dino(Who’s family created the bracelet), she learns to use it to it’s full potential. And since I was really into animal companions back then, she had a little ferret companion called Akisho while her mother had a Fox companion whom I forget the name of.Now, I originally wrote 100 chapters of her own fanfic which I enjoyed writing a lot. However, I stopped around the finale to the Future Arc and even more unfortunately, my USB recently corrupted and half of my files were lost, including that fanfic. So unfortunately, that will never have it’s conclusion. Akiko was originally going to become the next Boss of the Nerofiore family and even participate in the Arcobaleno War with a few younger family members from the family. I also created a Genderbend of her, but he eventually became his own thing, too. His name is Aiko(I’m so creative I know) and in a lot of plots, he is her older brother who has inherited the Nerofiore family title. He loves his sister with all his might and wishes for nothing but the best for her. Now in his own story, he is one of Hanako’s companions who suggests the brothel idea. He considers Hanako as an older brother and trusts him without hesitation. 

I think that’ll do it for right now. If you wanna hear more, just ask! I’m always happy to talk about my babies.

[softboyed]

So yesterday, Nagi was turned into a child and Kuro took care of him. Pretty natural, but we found out Kuro has (an eating disorder) severe eating problems, Baby Nagi called him Mommy the whole day, called Anya a clown lady in the same sitting, and then scolded her for being mean to “Mommy”. He roasted revered Hitmen in a breath, with no consequences. It was wild.

I.. see..

(He seems slightly confused, but smiles politely.)

Sounds like fun!