Sin on your lips -taken-

[Snazzy Trinket]

Affliction : Genzai
Birth name: Akabane Tenti
Age: Not entirely known anymore.
(It will ruin the story if I tell his background now)​

A small bored sigh forced its way from Genzai thin lips as he flipped his golden hair from his eyes and directed his attention to the scene set in front of him. At one point in time this entire thing would have been considered entertaining but frankly he had been waiting far too long for this whole thing to start. He had had better things to do then sit here and watch these people stare at each other. "Well, as stimulating as this is Lu." Genzai started as he tilted his hat "I'm not sitting here for the effect can we please get on with things." With this said Genzai took out a vanilla clove. He slid it between his lips where he let it hand as he reached in to his pockets for his lighter. His thin fingers wrapped around the sliver cased lighter and slickly pulled it from the confines of his jacket pocket. With a clean flick of his wrist the zippo flipped open and lit instantaneously, using his opposite hand emitting out a small flame He pushed his fringe aside, and leaned his necked towards the black-haired male's direction. He made a momentarily sharp glance at the other as he took a drag and let his hand lay to the side limply as he crossed his legs exhaling.

The rather large man behind the desk narrowed his dark eyes over at him for a moment "You're being a pest Genzai" the man spoke in a dark tone. Before he reached into the desk and pulled out a stack of papers and set it on the desk in front of the man adjacent to him. "You know what these are Ai?" The man asked. "You're in some shit kid. Some deep shit kid." There was a long pause before the man sifted in his seat "You don't have the money do you Ai?"

The man paused again taking a moment to rearrange his thoughts. "Do you know how much you own me? Do you know how much this is? As of right now I don't see much point in keeping you alive kid... I'm not getting my money back. This is becoming far to much trouble, far to much, I can just as easily have Kazu back there take you to the shop and put you on the market... You arm alone is worth about 40 grand easy. And even if I did do that you in total wouldn't even put a dent in what you owe me... you understand this right kid? I'm not a bad guy, and hell I kinda like yeah, but you kicking me in my head every time you show up here and don't have what belongs to me. You understand that my hands are tied here right kid?"

Genzai's brows raised a bit as the young man first spoke in an aggressive tone, it was interesting how someone who was about to be killed could be so blatantly bull headed. On the inside he smirked at the thought as he watched the situation play out. This boy was defiantly from this century, there was truly no doubting that fact, his posture was horrible, his way of speech was horribly put together and his attitude towards everything was even worse. It would be interesting working with the man that was a sure thing. Though, of course, he would need a bit of polishing to become what they had needed.

Lu's eyes narrows a bit as the boy tried to once again talk his way out of his situation, something that would undoubtedly dig his grave. It was what the boy seemed to do the best... talk... he talked himself out of being killed the first time he fucked up and the second and third... but now the boy was simply agitating the Lu as well as distrusting a rather tastefulness side to himself. "I expected you not to run your bill up so high." He said with a bit of spite hidden his is dark tone. "And the jobs I send you on don't cost..." wit this he flipped the Manila folder in his hand open and glassed over the paper ?2.5 mill per day on a 4 day job..." There was another pause as the boy lifted from his seat and started towards him.

Genzai's and Amon, a second affliction worker smirked as the man commenced to plead his case.

Lu did not bat an eye at the younger male; he only kept his eyes aimed on the papers in front of him. Two larger men grabbed the boy by the shoulders and forced him back in to the chair before he cold respond.


There was another pause in thought as he shook his head looking over the paper again. "I was going to just up an right kill you kid track down your loved ones and kill them too... but even still I would end up some hell of a deal short of what you owe me." another pause. "I'll make you a deal kid.... I've a bigger picture I've been looking at and frankly compared to that this little problem is nothing more then chump change... and frankly you have talent in what you do."

"He conned big Luie out of 600 mill that's a bit of an understatement yeah?" Amone said through the side of his smirking lips to Genzai who nodded with a sarcastic eye pointed in the other direction.

"I kind of want to get the boy a fiddle and watch the mother fucker tap dance out of this situation." he replied.

"I can hear you two!" Lu snapped his eyes not leaving the boy in front of him "Nonetheless" he started again his shoulders lowering with a breath "I'm not willing to let your abilities go quite yet... so I'm not going to kill you right now.... but as a down payment I want your soul... and your body but you can keep that on hand." The man said with a shrug. "You will be a slave of sorts.... we like to call them affliction workers. The two you see over there are Genzai and Amono, as you can see they don't live horrible lives?, all of their expenses me.

They are well rounded and get away with that nasty little attitude you three seem to share. But the catch is you will belong to me and so will your will as well... you will forever answer to me and there are other arrangements that will be made that will keep you from running and you will be watched at all points in time." With this the man closed the folder and passed it to one of the men not to far away from him and he watched as the man brought it over to the fire place holding it out in front of the fire. "That's the only copy kid... to make all of that go way all you have to do is shake my hand." with this the man reached across the desk a smirk spread across his lips and a hit of machine hidden in his eyes. "You can also very easily refuse the offer Amon back there will put a bullet right between those eyes of yours."

 

[Padfootlet]

Affliction : Ai
Birth name: Aikuro Mondaiji
Age: Looks 15 - 16 Actual age is unknown
(don't want to give away much~)​

He was in deep shit. No, that didn’t even begin to describe his current predicament in the least. He was dead, and If he didn’t figure something out quick, that would be a very true statement. His eyes watched the man behind the desk as he spoke, his mind analyzing and trying to pull something together, an excuse, an offer, anything to keep himself alive. He stood trying to talk his way out of the situation and hoping get a chance to flee but was instead pushed back into his chair with out a moments notice.

He listened again as Lu spoke of his abilities and how he had a bigger plan. He leaned forward in his chair a bit, his long black hair falling forward into his face a bit, curious as to what the man would offer. A smirk played on his thin lips as one of the men spoke of big Lule. Ah yes that was a good con, one of his most memorable yet. His eyebrow ticked at the other male who spoke of wanting to see him ‘dance out of the situation’. If his weapons hadn’t been confiscated and he wasn’t about to be killed he probably would have shot or stabbed the man for pissing him off. But at the moment, he had something more important to deal with. Yes, the matter of survival. He listened back as Lu spoke of his soul and body as the payment.

His dark eyes narrowed a bit. Was this man for real? Selling his soul? It sounded like some type of occult drama where the main character sells their soul to save themselves and ends up finding a reason to live and tries to break free from the bonds with the one they fell in love with.

He scoffed at the thought of it before listening again and looking over to the males as they were gestured at. The deal didn’t sound bad. It wasn’t like he had anything in particular he was striving for in life, mostly just a way to survive and it didn’t sound like a dull life in the least. Although the idea of not having his own control over his own will and being watched at all times didn’t really appeal to him, the large folder hovering over the flames did.

All he had to do was shake the mans hand right? Then the folder would be gone and he would just be staring a new life. At least he would be alive. He smirked and stood striding towards the man behind the desk his dark hair flowing behind him like a dark curtain as he clasped the larger hand with his own smaller one his black almost claw like nails gleaming in the dim light.

“Sounds interesting, count me in big man.” He said with a grin

 

[Snazzy Trinket]

Genzai lips curled up in a crooked smile as he watched the man in front of him grab Lu's hand with what seemed to be little thought at all. He couldn't understand why people did things like this, he didn't ask any questions, he didn't as for any paperwork he just sold he soul off with out a second thought as to what might come next. It had taken him weeks to agree to sell off his free will, and his promise was mind blowing power, not something as simple as keeping ones life. That was silly, which proved even further that this boy had no idea what he was doing. Selling your soul to Lewie meant your free will was taken from you. Sure you had eternal life and sure you were unreasonably powerful... but that was over if Lewie decided to make it that way. Otherwise, you sat by the man's side being nothing but a slave that catered to the man's every whim. This was something Genzai had learned the hard way. Lust being his punishment, 300 years as a damned sex slave for mouthing off one to many times. Sure, even now he didn't seem to have barrings on his boundaries, but he knew his limits and he knew them well.

His oddly colored eyes focused in on the scene before him as he watched the light of the fire place flicker across the darkening room. He felt himself holding his breath as Lewie hand closed in on Ai's hand and suddenly there was a rise of nativity in the room. "Welcome to the game." He heard Lewie say and the fire in the hearth quickly jumped and Genzai closed his eyes bracing himself for the pain he knew was about to come.

The fire grew almost too rapidly, before he knew it the small congregation was surrounded with a monstrous blaze that climbed the walls in a swirling heat. He looked to the side of him just in time to see the flesh of his comrade's smiling face liquidate and fall in to a bubbling puddle in his lap. He then noticed that his own flesh had set ablaze he could hear the screams of a few unsuspecting people in the room -that or they weren't used to the proses- he screamed is head off the first time he was transported by demon fire.

As the pain slowly numbed his body he allowed his to close and everything went -black-


The buzzing sound of florescent lighting radiated from over head in a clicking pattern as the rundown hotel sign clicked on and off on and off shining a bright red light into his face as he sat slumped over in the chair by the widow of the small, decrepit hotel. Genzai let out a long painful moan and leaned back in the chair with a flop, he coughed a few times trying to clear his lungs of charcoal that seemed to linger there and he looked around room. The shadows kept him from seeing much of anything but he could easily smell the horrid decay of urine, rotten sex and .... meth... yeah that was definitely meth.

He made face as he blinked a few times and went to exploring his own body, with the light that came through the windows, to see that once again his flesh had been restored to it's original status... but his clothes weren't so lucky. A brand new 4000 dollar suit ruined in a day. He cursed as he stood up, stumbling a bit as he searched the wall for a light switch. After a bit of effort, and a few frustrated curses, he found one by the door he clicked it on and wince slightly as the dimmed lighting barley lit up the room.

This place was a fucking hole in the wall. He chuckled to himself annoyed and he began to mumble to himself "You couldn't have just brought us back to out place? You had to put me in here? I can fucking smell the roach fesses and hooker resin on the sheets." He complained as he a hand down the arm of his suit, or what was left of it, trying to dust off the left over ask. "You're buying me a new suit." He seethed as he flopped back down in the chair and reached in to his pocket pulling out a silver cartridge with his name engraved in the polished metal. He opened the box and plucked a single cancer stick out placing it between his lips and with that it was suddenly lit, he took a drag and blew the smoke out in the air. The original white smoke flowed through the air and a string of black flowed from his lips freely. It twirled around the stream of white smoke and formed a mouth at opened that swallowed down the white smoke and slowly returned back to his lungs.

His eyes then directed to the male laying in the bed in front of him, completely dead to the world. He smirked to himself recognize the man as his new partner, he wondered what exactly what in store for the two of them. But at the same time, he was sure it would prove entertaining.

 

[Padfootlet]

The fire swirled around him licking and eating away his flesh with each burning lash. His red eyes gleamed in ecstasy as the blaze reflected in them and he began to laugh. Such beautiful agony! He could feel the wounds on his skin bleeding and pooling around him. He inhaled the coppery scent of the crimson liquid making his mouth water. Smoke bellowed around him in and unknown wind blowing his hair around his form like a demonic shadow licking the flying embers. He slowly lifted one of his arms and licked off the trail of blood that flowed down his fail skin moaning out at the taste as the warm liquid coated his tongue. He sucked the wound drinking more of his own blood like a vampire of sorts.

Pulling his arm away after what seemed like an eternity he let out a triumphant cry knocking his head back and splaying his arms. What a sensation it was! Such power! Such ecstasy! Laughter echoed from his blood-coated throat mixing with the roar of the flames. A high cackle of insanity as he relished in the destruction as his own body was burned and torn to pieces.

He suddenly became aware of another person, a blond man who stood watching him with steel eyes, showing no emotion. The black haired male merely grinned at him as the flames began to lick his face the smell of burning hair reaching his nose. His body suddenly lurched and his eyes widened in shock as the blond man pulled away from him, his sleeve drenched in the younger mans blood. Ai looked down in numb shock to see a gaping hole in his chest another grin forming on his face as blackness took him, but not before seeing the blond mans eyes again looking down at him with a frown.

A groan escaped Ai’s lips as he regained consciousness his most loved curse word escaping soon after as he attempted to move and was denied the luxury thanks to his bodies protests. Gritting his teeth and growling he forced himself on to his side and then slowly up in to a sitting position slumping his torso against the headboard of the cracked a broken down bed. He wrinkled his nose as the scents from his current location filtered into his nostrils.

His eyes slid over to the man in the chair and he groaned again. It was the blond man with the smart-ass mouth to match his own. His odd dream flickered into his mind again, the steel eyes boring into him and the hand plunging a hole through his chest. What the hell was that any way? He unconsciously let out a moan as the sensations of ecstasy and raw power came back to him only to freeze and look again at the other male taking in his tattered clothing.

He laid he head back against the bed groaning again as his long hair fell across his face his eyes idly taking in the ceiling yet not really seeing it.

“What the fuck happened?” he asked, his voice a bit groggy. “And where the hell are we any way? It smells like shit, and that’s putting it lightly”