heichou
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jun 22, 2014
The air that night was too still. Neither too hot, nor too cold, it was the kind of temperature that almost ceased to exist. You could have been swimming in water instead, and never realized it. Floating...Riki Kuroda (ree-kee) felt as though he were floating rather than standing. His beating heart stood out against the silence, thumping harshly against the inside of his chest and sending vibrations through his ear drums. In this situation, splitting up was the best way to guarantee success, but it in no way made Riki feel safer. The 17 year old boy was terrified. Success in assassinating this particular demon meant ultimate financial stability, and failing...he didn't want to know.
Demons had no qualms whatsoever when it came to torturing to death those who would wrong them. The male aristocracy, the Elites were so intimidating...sweeping down the high street in beautiful clothing. Shoulder length locks of deep ruby, white silken hair cascading down the back, suits of the highest quality black satin or heavy winter cloaks to cost a fortune- the fashion of these beings was decadent, gorgeous, frightening and ever changing. Riki shook his head of these daunting images, instead focusing on the prizes he'd have once they'd taken down this "Mink", the only street alias they had for the notorious demon.
Riki would have been considered suitable as a "pet" for a demon, but his looks would never be matched to those wealthier than he. Dressed in a simple dark, sleeveless shirt, black pants that laced in the front and ratty combat boots, the teenager had naught but his face and body to show for beauty. Sporting straight, shaggy black hair just past his ears, a pretty neck and lean, boyish figure, Riki's milky white skin would have suggested a weak, stay-inside hermit. The lack of consistent sunlight on the planet made sure of this. Such watery blue eyes like his were strangely sought after in a human pet, but most would turn away from Riki as a contender unless they were looking for a serious challenge. The boy had developed a severely hard outer shell, even if he was soft on the inside, metaphorically and literally.
Licking his lips and taking an uneven breath, Riki waited silently with his back to the alley wall, waiting for his prey to exit the lounge. Two of his friends stood nearby, unaware of the fact that one of them would be dead in the next few minutes, and one running for his life. The dark haired boy was confident in his fighting skills. Too confident. The group definitely wasn't supposed to be here, where the demon's mingled with their guard down, so in that they were sneaky. Soon, the target would be heading back to his estate in the utopian area of the planet, and then they would strike.
Demons had no qualms whatsoever when it came to torturing to death those who would wrong them. The male aristocracy, the Elites were so intimidating...sweeping down the high street in beautiful clothing. Shoulder length locks of deep ruby, white silken hair cascading down the back, suits of the highest quality black satin or heavy winter cloaks to cost a fortune- the fashion of these beings was decadent, gorgeous, frightening and ever changing. Riki shook his head of these daunting images, instead focusing on the prizes he'd have once they'd taken down this "Mink", the only street alias they had for the notorious demon.
Riki would have been considered suitable as a "pet" for a demon, but his looks would never be matched to those wealthier than he. Dressed in a simple dark, sleeveless shirt, black pants that laced in the front and ratty combat boots, the teenager had naught but his face and body to show for beauty. Sporting straight, shaggy black hair just past his ears, a pretty neck and lean, boyish figure, Riki's milky white skin would have suggested a weak, stay-inside hermit. The lack of consistent sunlight on the planet made sure of this. Such watery blue eyes like his were strangely sought after in a human pet, but most would turn away from Riki as a contender unless they were looking for a serious challenge. The boy had developed a severely hard outer shell, even if he was soft on the inside, metaphorically and literally.
Licking his lips and taking an uneven breath, Riki waited silently with his back to the alley wall, waiting for his prey to exit the lounge. Two of his friends stood nearby, unaware of the fact that one of them would be dead in the next few minutes, and one running for his life. The dark haired boy was confident in his fighting skills. Too confident. The group definitely wasn't supposed to be here, where the demon's mingled with their guard down, so in that they were sneaky. Soon, the target would be heading back to his estate in the utopian area of the planet, and then they would strike.