#so someone utters chuuya's name and he goes feral i guess??

[nonhumen]

anonymous : Verlaine. Poor, lonely, pathetic creature. This is the face of the King of Assassins himself? The perfect killing machine? Look at you. Pitiful. You drove away the only person that ever cared about you and, in the end, he died while desperately trying to remember whether or not you were okay.

To think you are the man who murdered my father with such cruel indifference. Did you think I’d forgotten your face, Verlaine? You made a grave mistake when you let the orphan you created live with the pain of watching a monster cut down his only family. I’ve spent years waiting for the chance to pay you back. But how does one inflict the same sort of suffering they endured on the lone wolf who despises the world?

That’s when I realized. The boy. The one you gave up everything for. What’s his name again, Chuuya? He’s the reason you hide in the bowels of the Port Mafia, isn’t he? You’ve no one else after all, after killing your ‘father’ and shooting your only friend in the back. So, he will be my revenge. Killing children isn’t something I can say does anything for me. And he’s so young too, sixteen? Seventeen? It hardly matters. Cutting someone up is an art, and I’ll be sure you have lots of fun locating each and every piece of him when I’m finished. I can’t promise his death will be quick.

But I will promise this: when he breaks and cries and begs to know why I’m doing it, I’ll be sure to tell him, pourquoi ne pas vous demande à ton grand frère?

there was once a time when verlaine would have immediately killed someone who had the audacity to approach him like this. not because of any sort of threats -- that came with the territory -- but because they saw his face. if someone held enough of a grudge to find him then it was simply cleaner to expunge them from the earth.

but things are different now. everything is different now. the once-king of assassins simply does not have it in him to care about threats or grudges from the past. especially from some random kid of some random guy he killed some time ago.

chuuya's name changes everything. steely eyes flick towards the owner of the voice who dared to speak his brother's name. clearly this person has done their research. probably infiltrated the mafia to find him and came across all sorts of secrets in the process. but not the one that matters; the reason why his heart still beats.

" you made a very grave mistake. " verlaine stands from where he had been at his writing desk. " you came to gloat before even committing the act. all of that planning out the window because emotions got the better of you. " he approaches calmly towards his target. " even if you had decided to go after chuuya first, the likes of you would not be able to kill him. i'm sure my brother would have given you a more exciting death though. "

he stops, the calm demeanor never changing -- it's like being on the job again. " but you came to me because... what, you thought my exile has made me docile? even if that were true, you just threatened the only thing i have left in this world. "

and when he moves; he is fast. his powers may dwindled but they are still enough for verlaine to manipulate the very basics of gravity. which he now uses to close the gap between them in the blink of an eye. all he needs is a single touch, a light tap on the shoulder will suffice. " ciao, nameless fool. no one will remember you just as no one will remember your father. " every bone is crushed instantly.