Blind [Kiwi-Senpai X Gin]

[Kiwi-Senpai]

Alrightey here we go! ^-^ I guess we should start by making our characters first? Here's mine...(no picture, but I'll describe him )

 

Name: Toriko Kurosawa

Age: 23

Looks: Deep brown eyes, short green hair. Fairly muscly, with broad shoulders. Constant grin plastered to his face. Wears a worn leather jacket, torn jeans.

Personality: Always seems to be making fun of everyone, smooth operator, sneaky, sadist, prefers slow torture rather than aggressive.

Background: He lost his mother at an early age, and was left to live with his father - who was a drug addict. Since then, he sunk to the bottom, and nothing seemed to work out in his life. He started smoking, joining gangs - whom he liked to think of as his family - and eventually even started raping people, for the fun of seeing them drowning in misery, just like he did.

 

I don't know if you'd like to post first or if I should - up to you to decide!~

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(i guess I'll hafta post a picture then.)

 

 

 

Nao Matsuda (20)

 

He is a college student majoring in Economics. He looks cold and frail but his personality is entirely the opposite. Nao's quick-witted and clever. He always distances himself to the crowd which oftentimes leads him to be the "mysterious type."

He's quite the beauty of the campus, men or women will always be entranced by Nao's captivating beauty.

 

Nao's a member of a four-person family. His brother and parents live somewhere in Europe. He's basically left behind in his huge condo in Japan, enjoying the luxuries of a 2ldk unit. He's life is pure normalcy, nothing special about it.

 

 

 

A boring day comes with a boring life....

 

 

Please, someone, drag me away from this melancholy...

 

 

The teacher seemed so focus on his bizarre reports about the drastic downfall of Japan's economy. This lesson was so redundant. Every year---every semester, they never fail to explain Japan's downfall, after all this is Economics. Nao often wondered what came to his mind on his younger years. Why'd he chose Economics? He never thought it was boring as hell, but otherwise they said that it's the most in demand course as of the moment. And being an Economic Analyst absolutely rakes money.

 

He scribbled some notes and left the classroom after the seminar's done. He basically didn't want to stay so long. Nao hates gossip, and he hates people--or his ever weird fan base which he basically knew just recently.

 

He often uses the back gate as his escape route. Using the front one was probably the dumbest mistake he had. He attracts attention and strange people. So he decided to use the latter since there were few people using it. He didn't brought with him his car. Nao wanted to commute during Wednesdays since there were few people using the train. It primarily saves gas...so that's the gist of it.

 

He passed through a narrow shortcut heading to the subway. It was darker unlike the usual streets since it's composed of cramped building and such.

 

"No signal..." he flipped his phone trying to compose a message, but failed.

[Kiwi-Senpai]

[Awesome character btw~]

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It was one of those unbearably warm and moist days, where your clothing would stick to your skin, and where the world surrounding you smelled like sweat. After finishing off the cigarette dangling between his lips, Toriko used his hand to fan himself while leaning against a building, in search of shade. Never had he been so bored out of his mind, and the heat just irritated him even more. His fellow gang members were sitting in a circle, sharing two huge bottles of sake. However, today just wasn't a good day to get drunk, or so he thought. He was mentally begging for entertainment of some sort, but people nowadays were smart enough to avoid gang territory. Sadly.

...normal people anyways. Someone seemed to have some backbone. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he immediately hid from the view of the young man who had decided to have a stroll through his territory. Smells like a lot of fun... He reached for a blindfold in his pocket, and proceeded to follow him, as discreetly as he possibly could. To think someone was stupid enough to come here, and unarmed too! ...This person had unconsciously grasped his curiosity. And he was going to toy around with this reckless man, who had fallen into a dangerous trap...

[gin]

(sankyuu... yours too lol so he's a sadist O_o)

 

Nao was waving his cellphone, desperately searching for a decent signal. He wanted to make an international call since it's his mother's birthday. He wanted to ask what she wants so he could mail it to her. He felt so apologetic since he couldn't go to Europe to spend his mother's birthday that's why he's so motivated to search for a decent gift.

 

He had ventured this dark alley a couple of times but Nao noticed that it's entirely different as of this moment--It's quieter unlike the usual. It's probably night time, maybe it's different in there. He usually uses the path in the morning and for the very first time, he used it now on this evening. He heard rumors that thugs do wander in this area at night. But he felt the urged to use the shortcut since he's running out of time. He was still holding his phone while his left hand was wiping the sweat in his forehead.

 

"too hot..." he murmured while he continued to walk.

[Kiwi-Senpai]

[sadism is my little fetish~]

"Is that so..." Toriko mumbled seductively into his ear before grabbing the thick piece of cloth and wrapping it around the eyes of his poor victim. "Do not fret, your body will be stark naked in a matter of seconds anyways." His instincts flared up inside. Despite knowing this one wasn't going to give up without a fight, it just contributed to the excitement building up inside him. Not only had he gotten an idea which made him grin with delight, but if he played his cards right, this man could be his own little toy. All his. Just his. Making sure his victim's back was facing his, he held the blindfold tightly with one hand, and placed the other on his shoulder. He made extra sure nobody could see their exchange. "From now on, you're going to be a good boy and obey me. Understood?"

[gin]

( O_o Same here.)

 

He tried to face the culprit but it's too late. Nao dropped his cellphone when his vision started to turn black. Still in a shock, his reflex started to kick in. He might not be the strongest fighter out there but he's a Shodan* in karate. Though the culprit managed to blindfold him, he twisted his head slightly and blocked the arms of the other man. He knew from the touch that it was of a bigger build than him. He tried to know the difference but he's still not an expert of a situation where he couldn't see the enemy. To top it off, his guard was down at that moment, so there's no chance that he could knock the other down. But at least, he tried to flee from the scene but the man's strength was entirely of a different level. He bet it's a thug but it's just miraculously too strong for him.

 

"Dammit! Let go!!" he shouted, trying to call some attention to the nearest possible citizens.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Black-belt 1st dan.

 

[Kiwi-Senpai]

[You have good taste, Gin-sama x3 I hope you don't mind a little roughnes~]

 

"It's no use, nobody will come to your rescue." He was surprised at the nimbleness and fluidity of the other man's movements, but Toriko refused to let go. The struggling made him guffaw, and he tugged his victim towards him. "How about you tell me what your name is instead?" He took in the scent of the person before him. Fresh, with a hint of wood, and the typical smell of newly sharepened pencil lead. An enticing mixture, which made Toriko's lips curve into a devilish smile. This man was perfect. Not too muscly, but still had those fine traits which added to his good-lookingness, and then his slightly messy hair, which looked so soft that it made him want to rough it up, really bad. Shit, if he wasn't careful, he might rape this guy on the spot. Very tempting...

...Pull yourself together! His insides screeched out at Toriko. He had to make his victim beg for it. Not surrender to temptation. Not yet.

[gin]

(Really? Well I don't mind, do what you want ...)

 

"Back off!!!" He angrily exclaimed. Nao pushed the other away from him but the other man won't try to give up too. To think that he'd encountered a delusional pervert that evening, Nao couldn't help but think how unlucky that day was. The dark haired male tried to shove the man's arm just to remove the blindfold. He could use the Karate techniques that he'd learnt in the dojo. But it seemed that practice is far different from reality. He persistently shoved the man away from him. At last, he pushed him away, immediately keeping his distance away from the crazy pervert. Panting, he still couldn't recover his vision, his head's still spinning from the twist and turn earlier.

 

Forget the belongings, Nao dashed away from the scene. He really hoped that the maniac won't chase him. It's a straight path for pete's sake! there's nowhere to hide from it.

[Kiwi-Senpai]

[Fufufufu~ Alright, I shall!]

A good deal of struggling and a few bruises later, Toriko's victim managed to escape and make a run for it. A snicker escaped his lips. Running straight for the dead end, how intelligent. It would save him all the trouble of running through the whole city to find him. But first...

He kneeled down and inspected the items that the other man had dropped. A cell phone, an ID stuffed inside a wallet, and finally, a few old bills, crumpled up together in a ball. He carefully scanned the contents of the wallet, but left everything as it was when he found it, apart from the ID. Nao Matsuda...Toriko repeated the name in his mind, over and over. It had a pleasant ring to it, and rolled off his tongue very easily. He was beginning to enjoy himself a little too much. The advantage he had over him now was huge.

After replacing everything back into the wallet, he got up to leave. After all, it's only polite to say goodbye before you leave, right? He grabbed his trusted blindfold, and carefully treaded towards the dead end, hoping he didn't make too much noise with his heavy sneakers. He had decided not to let Nao see his face for the moment, in case he'd try and pull anything funny. Or it might just be to add to the mystery and boost his ego. After reaching the end of the street and spotting his victim, he silently marched over to him, whipped out his piece of cloth and bound it around Nao's head one last time for today.

"I'll see you again, Nao-kun. You should be mature enough to realise you cannot escape from me." He chuckled darkly. Toriko admitted it to be a bit of a bluff. But after all, the more daring it is, the more it adds to the spice. After a quick spank to his ass, he undid the blindfold and made a run for it. Nao had probably seen a bit of his hair or his clothing, but that didn't matter. He had started a new game, and a dangerous one too. It was thrilling, and wondered when it was he could strike again.

[gin]

Before he had realized, Nao was facing a huge concrete wall in front of him. Was the wall, an object for adding a thrill to the game? He never knew there was a kind of wall for the last two years he was using that path. Nao sunk and dropped his shaking legs to the ground. The male did knew that he might be too tensed on this one. He made a slightest mistake on using the path on the left that's why he ended up in there. He was too clever to leave but to foolish to chose an unknown territory to flee. Nao slammed his hands on the wall viciously, how he wished he had the power to break it into pieces.

 

He needed to calm down. It's not like he was chased by the crazy bastard earlier or he so thought. If he ever goes back attacking him again, he's left with no choice but to stab him. His eyes glimmered at the darkness as he stared at his ball-pen like some sort of a lethal weapon. Sweat ran from his temples as he tightly gripped at the pen while walking away from the dead-end.

 

But things really didn't go as what he planned. The man suddenly appeared out of nowhere behind him and started to wrap the cloth around his eyes. Without hesitation, gripping the ball-pen tightly, he stabbed it at the man's hands. As the other screamed in pain, Nao had taste his own victory forgetting the situation he's currently facing. But the man's other arm was gripping at his shoulders tightly.

 

"If you don't want me to impale you to death---you should release me." He said in a calm voice but rather threatening.

[Kiwi-Senpai]

[ball point pen lmao xD ...now you mention it, it could be used for a loooot of things...*if you know what I mean*]

 

How violent, Toriko thought, while soothing his bruised hand on his back. His little Nao seemed to be full of surprises. All the struggling and the sudden threat hanging in the air around him was like music to his ears. Delicious. Now he was definitely sure, with this man, he would never get bored. He wanted to stay a while longer with him, but decided that it had to wait, and he needed a little time to organise a plan of some sort. Not to mention he couldn't afford to let Nao see his face.

"I'll leave you be for now. But I'll be back. And then I'll be able to make you writhe in pain..." An evil smile crept up to his face.

After a few seconds, he released the dark-haired man from his grip and rushed away as fast as he possibly could. He knew the whereabouts of his university, he knew his name, and next time he might be able to find his phone number. His blood boiled in anticipation as he left for his horrible 2-room apartment in the west part of the city, where all the other studios and flats were cramped together in a couple of rotting streets. Tommorow he'd find Nao again. And then he'd drag him home to experiment a little...

[gin]

(psh, you pervert lol.. *hands the pervert awards to you.)

 

His ears were all tensed up listening to the man. He felt at ease knowing that the psycho left him unharmed. Nao immediately shoved the blindfold away from him, he strangely felt an eerie vibe from it. Is he by any chance, a crazy one who just escaped from the mental hospital? He was tracing his steps back--picking all the items he'd dropped. Strange as it seemed, his money along with his credit cards were still intact inside his wallet.

 

--So he's nothing like a thief... He rubbed his fingers into his chin.

It didn't took him quite so long to realize a certain conclusion. He was holding his I.D while tapping his cellphone, dialing some numbers.

 

" Hello, Asuka security service... I would like to prohibit all mails and all visitors that'll be going to my unit without my prior approval. This is Nao Matsuda of Room 405. I would likely ask your service to prohibit any suspicious being loitering outside my flat for the days to come. " He immediately knew that it was probably one of his stalkers or just probably a lunatic. He needed to be careful, since he might've catch some weirdo's attention.

 

[Kiwi-Senpai]

[Oh, such honour!~ Maybe I should stay away from red sector mangas for a while...*cuddling the pervert award*]

 

The sun spread it's last golden rays across the horizon, before a curtain of darkness fell upon the city. Toriko gazed out of the window of his uncomfortable room, which was damp and hot. The city seemed so alive, even during nighttime. His thoughts silently drifted back to Nao. He didn't know anything about him, he'd only met him today, but he wanted to know so much more, and it was torturous. It was gnawing his insides. He was so curious, and so...lustful.

His belt buckle caught his eye, and for a brief moment, he considered jerking off. However that would be a painful hit to his ego. They called him a patient man, or at least patient for someone who's in a gang and goes around raping others. Yeah, cigarettes would have to do for tonight. He reached inside his pocket for his pack of cigs, only to find it nearly empty. He grunted and grabbed his house keys, marching in the direction of the corner store. Tonight he really, really needed to chain smoke and relax. He rubbed his temples irritably, not entirely sure why everything was ticking him off right now...

Damn. He growled.

[gin]

(you shouldn't, it's a good way to say that you're a normal pervert by reading some.)

 

Nao couldn't sleep at the slightest memory of the man earlier. It was getting creepy for him, like how he used to watched horror flicks or even the suspense one. He's a little paranoid, looking at the little gap of his door and closing it entirely. He was at his wretched state of being uneasy. He called his mother earlier for the birthday gift and greetings but that didn't even helped him ease his mind. He just wriggled in his bed turning left and right. Nao even opened a book to calm his thoughts. In the end, he couldn't get some sleep and it was nerve-wrecking for him.

 

Woken up by the cruel rays of the sun, he had just taken a thirty minute nap before he had realized the he was almost late. Picking everything, he decide to drive than to commute. He took his car keys and sped up to the university. He barely made it in time, though dark circles were very-likely visible on his face. He tried to wear a decent pair of glasses to cover it up. His classmates never failed to take turns on looking at him adoringly.

[Kiwi-Senpai]

[Hahaha xD Ah well, never mind the age rating then x3 *eagerly browses*]

 

Toriko was feeling light-headed and his mind was buzzing. He peeked over at the emptied cigarette package. All of those in one evening. He reluctantly stepped out of bed with a groan, and dragged himself over to the shower. His part-time job could wait half an hour, surely. He stripped his clothing off and turned the water to steaming hot. The warm water instantly woke him from his zombie-like state and relaxed his sore muscles.

How he wished he could share this shower with Nao right now...his grin widened at the thought of the person who had been stuck in his brain during the whole night. If he was lucky, he might be able to find the 20-year old today and show him a good time. His grin slowly subsided, now decorated with a hint of melancholy. 'That kid is going to be the death of me...' he closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his moistened hair. He had an edgy feeling that today would be a tricky day.

[gin]

He was there doing his usual routine, listening and answering some activities. Since it's Thursday, he had only two subjects for the day: Microeconomics and Natural Science. His classes starts at 9 and ends at 12 in the noon. Nao had enough time to go back home and sleep the next half of the day. His classmates invited him to hang out but he just brushed the offer and went home. Nao hated his hypocrite classmates. They looks so friendly when talking to him yet such a backstabber when he's not around. Going down the building, he hurriedly jumped inside his car and started the engines. He stopped at a mall to grab some groceries for lunch.

 

He removed his glasses and soothed his temples, he really was tired after all that adrenaline dash and attacks the other day. The man instantly shoved inside the basket some vegetables and meat. He still need to hurry to prepare for his assignments for the next seminar.

 

[Kiwi-Senpai]

After shoving the last shoebox into it's place on the shelf, Toriko wiped some sweat off his forehead. Despite it only being a silly part-time job, which paid him enough so that he could buy food, cigarettes, and pay his apartment, it was exhausting. As hell. And his boss also had a tendency to breathe down his neck and always poke his nose into his private business. He got to work an extra 2 hours that day.

14:54, Toriko glanced at his phone and rapidly replaced it into his back pocket. What was Nao doing right now? He had an urge to go check his university out, and ask where Nao lived.

...It was worth a shot. He chuckled darkly to himself and sat himself on his motorbike, rushing in the direction of Nao's university. Once arriving in front of the gates, he parked his favourite transport method against a wall and headed inside. He'd ask a random stranger about Nao and see what he could dig out. And if a little bribe was necessary, so be it. He grinned yet again, while tapping the shoulder of a random girl. "Hey sweetheart. Have you by any chance heard anything about a man called Nao Matsuda?" He put on his best innocent act. The girl's cheeks flared up, and she started twiddling her thumbs. "W-why yes, of course! Everybody knows him..." Jackpot.

"And do you know where he lives?" He demanded in a flirtatious voice, or as flirtatious as he could possibly get in this kind of situation. The girl suddenly frowned and squinted at Toriko.

"Why do you want to know that?" She mumbled.

"Don't argue. Just tell me." He paused. "Do you want money for that piece of information?"

"I'd tell you, but I have no idea, and you're freaking me out!" She stormed off before he had a chance to say anything.

...This might be harder than he had expected.

[gin]

Arriving at the parking lot, he immediately grabbed his groceries from the trunk. He approached the security guards and bowed to them a little. They were not particularly guarding Nao but they seemed strict when it comes to Nao's packages or even guests due to his requests as a resident of the building.

 

"Matsuda-san, we've confirmed that this box came from Palermo. It's from your parents." The guard handed a box as big as an oven-toaster, smiling. The dark-haired male thank the guards and grabbed the box from them. He immediately opened it after arriving inside his flat. It's an eccentric sculpture of a baker holding a french bread. Nao raised his brows and chuckled. He knew that his parents were a little weird but not to an extent of sending weird objects. He slowly placed the sculpture above the cabinet and snapped some photos of it laughing. It's unutterably grotesque. For a moment, he called his parents and thank them for the strange gift. Nao's really the family-oriented type so it's really important for him to communicate with his parents.

 

He cooked a pork curry and ate it in the kitchen without properly putting it on a plate. Nao suddenly eyed the ballpen from last night. It's point was covered with blood, he grabbed it and rolled it on the table. Thinking about yesterday, he was kind of lucky escaping unscathed. It's a rare experience for him and it was even funny remembering it. He couldn't tell that story to his parents or else he'll be packed to Palermo at an instant.

 

"Who was that guy anyway!?" He grumbled, eyeing the pen again.

[Kiwi-Senpai]

It had taken him a while, but after asking around, Toriko had finally gotten his hands on Nao's address. He jogged past the gates, and immediately grabbed his motorbike. He knew his way around the city pretty well, and was pretty sure he had heard of the street which Nao lived in. Without bothering to place the helmet on his head, he drove towards "the" street with growing anticipation. Getting in was no problem whatsoever, he'd just fake being a postman or something. Easy enough.

After 10 minutes, he arrived in front of the tall building, supposedly Nao's home. It dawned upon him that there were guards in front of the entrance, and he wasn't so sure he'd get past if they clearly remembered everyone's face. He'd need a disguise of some sort...

Trying to use logic was frustrating, so Toriko decided he'd try and be discreet. And if they caught him, well, he was a relative! He parked his bike neatly outside of the building and casually walked inside.

To his utter relief, they didn't say a word. He walked inside and tapped the number on the keypad inside the lobby. While the intercom rang, he let his gaze sweep across the polished marble flooring and large, glassy doors. Who knew Nao was so...elegant? He was ready to adjust his voice when the he finally heard Nao's voice from the intercom.

[gin]

"Who is it, " he said while lazily looking at the intercom. The dark-hailed male saw nothing on the monitor, it was strange. If it's someone other than him, they'd gladly open the door to peek who's outside or someone suspicious but he's different. He waited for a response while his eyes were so focused on the intercom.

 

He heard a voice that tried to explain that he was a mailman. Nao raised his brows and ask another bunch of questions. Scratching his head, he's getting impatient and he wanted some rest.

 

"I think you should hand it to the guards downstairs. I'm so sorry I can't receive objects as of the moment." He felt sorry for the mailman, who went up to deliver yet ordered to go back downstairs. He left the doorway and went back to the couch in the living room. He lay down the couch as he watched some tv shows, slowly closing his eyelids. Little did he know that how foolish his decision was.

[Kiwi-Senpai]

So that's how he wants to play the game, eh? A smirk graced his lips as he tapped another number into the keypad. He had a quick chat with the random resident, all while pretending to be a mailsman. After a few more seconds, he was granted access into the building. Easy. Toriko grinned and made sure his blindfold was in his reach. He grabbed a bobby pin, and once he was facing Nao's door, he was ready to do some lock-picking. This definitely wasn't the first time he had done this, after all. A few twists and turns here and there, and the door was at his mercy. It came open with a silent click.

The green-haired man stepped inside, without making any noise. He was inside Nao's apartment. It was his time to shine. Now all he had to do was find his victim, and the fun could start...

Toriko clutched his beloved piece of cloth, and found Nao's body sprawled out on the couch, with the TV still on. In a matter of seconds, he was kneeling next to his victim, and had instantly wrapped the blindfold around his eyes.

"I got you now, Nao-kun~. You underestimate my resourcefulness."

[gin]

Hearing the voice of the same man the other day made him jump. He was so sure that he was inside his house yet he could hear that guys low voice. He tapped his eyes trying to remove the blindfold but was immediately halted by the guy. The second time around he was placed into force darkness, Nao was still scared but not like any of it before.

 

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" He shouted on top of his lungs. He struggled for a brief moment but gave up on the idea. It was impossible for him since the other male was too heavy. Nao tapped the couch, searching for some way out. He ascertained the man's location and performed a headbutt to him. It hurt like hell, he fell from the sofa and came crawling to the ground. Sure that the place he's heading was the door, he asked for the help of his neighbors. "Someone---" His voice was loud as he soothed his head, seemed like the headbutt earlier had affected him too. He cursed himself for being such a lousy man. In the first place, why did the guards let a psycho enter his house!??

[Kiwi-Senpai]

The violent headbutt had temporarily knocked the wind out of Toriko's lungs. He clutched his torso and gasped for air, but at the same time, his lips stretched into a cocky grin. He found the struggling and desperation incredibly amusing, and after recovering, he flung himself at Nao and pinned him up against the door he was trying to open.

"If you try anything funny, I'll make sure your neighbours can hear every sound you'll be making, Nao-kun..." He whispered suggestively into his ear, accentuating the threat he had thrown at him. He raised the dark-haired man's hands above his head, and tried finding a position which could avoid him getting kicked, bitten, headbutted, or stabbed by ball-point pens. He felt Nao struggling under him, and it sent adrenaline pumping through his veins. Finally, he had an opportunity to go more intimate with his new victim...and most probably his favourite...

[gin]

Pinned by the stranger, Nao stopped moving. He basically gave up the idea of escaping the other's clutches. He stayed still to give way for his mind to process another escape route. He had sworn that he'd escape and call the police. The situation was getting dangerous and complicated. The young man took a breathe and turned his head to where he thought the man was.

 

"Oi, fucker--- I don't know who you are but you better leave my flat or i'll call the police!" Nao's choice of words were getting ruder. Who won't? He was on a situation which most likely happens on a drama or just pure rarity. There's nothing to see behind the tight blindfold but he was sure that he had an umbrella lying next his doorway, it could be a weapon. The problem barely lies on strategy. He's completely at the other man's mercy, he couldn't see the opportunity to attact at all. If the robber loosens his grip just once, he'll take all the chances to escape outside.

 

"The vaults behind the Picasso painting---" He instructed. If it's money he wants then so be it. As long as he leaves Nao's flat then everything's over.

[Kiwi-Senpai]

"I don't want any money or valuables; that's not what I came here for, Nao-kun." He laughed inwardly, staying focused on keeping the other man into place. Now's the time, he thought, and leaned in to crush his lips onto Nao's. "This is what I want." He mumbled into the kiss and ground his hips against his, to keep him firmly against the wall. His victim's lips were trembling with disgust, and he could feel the hatred emmanating from him. But that's what made it all the more fun, right? Gosh, and he was just getting started too. There was the whole afternoon to take care of any necessary business...

He decided to move somewhere a little more comfortable, and picked up Nao before hauling him up on his shoulder. The couch would be a good starting place after all...