Mafia Romantics

[AlphaZero]

︻╦╤─ Mafia Romantics ︻╦╤─

 

 

Tacita_Virtus||AlphaZero

 

 

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[td]"Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses."[/td]

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Setting

 

Modern Tokyo, Japan

 

Genre

 

Action, Romance

[Tacita_Virtus]

 

General Information:

Name: Lelouch Serafini

Nickname: Silvertongue, Leo, Pourpre Fixer, Vipère

Age: 25

Home Country: France

Occupation: Mafia Boss

City of Operation: Paris

Date of Birth: September 4th

Gender: Male

Blood Type: B+

Sexuality: Undecided

Position: Seme

Other Medical Information: Information Unavailable

 

Appearance:

Height: 177.8 cm/5' 10"

Weight: 68.9 kg/152 lbs

Eye Color and Description: Has a unique color of violet eyes, which are what gained him the nickname Pourpre Fixer, or Purple Gaze. His eyelashes are not short, but not extremely long either, and are a black in color. Has very thin black eyebrows that curve slightly.

Hair Color and Style: Very messy, very long black hair that he keeps in a ponytail most of the time. A portion of his bangs fall down the centre of his forehead, and the other bit of it is on either side of his face. When not pulled up, his hair reaches down to the middle of his thighs.

Skin Type and Color: A tanned olive color, that gets even darker in the summer, but fades in the winter and fall. Despite his rough job, his skin is quite smooth.

Body Type: Thin of appearance, muscular in reality. He is very strong, and has the physique to prove it. Needs to be in good shape to survive the things he gets into on a near daily basis.

Markings/Tattoos/Scars/Other: Has several scars along his body, thin and pale against his tanned skin. Has a tattoo of a curling snake with wings and a sword on his left shoulder blade. Has other tattoos as well, but this is the most noted of them all.

 

 

Clothing and Other Wear: Usually wears a pair of black pants, with a studded belt, and a white shirt, wither longs sleeved or short, no buttons. Often wears a plain black jacket with it. Has a thick bracelet he wears on his right wrist that matches his belt. With this he wears black combat boots. However sometimes he changes things up a bit, and wears different clothes, but of similar styling.

 

Personality: One wouldn't be too certain about Lelouch's personality. It changes with the situation of the room, or whatever is going on at the moment, and he's often referred to as moody or unstable. However, when he is alone or with someone he completely trusts, he is easy going, calm, laid back, and a little bit of a dork. He likes making jokes, and pulling pranks on people. He can be rather flustered when caught doing something he doesn't want others seeing, and is in denial nearly 95% of the time that he isn't sure of his sexuality, things about himself, and other things like it.

 

Background: Lelouch started in the Mafia at a young age. At a mere 17, he was one of the youngest Crime Lord's ever, and even more amazing, one of the most successful, especially at his age. And he continues his power hold even now, at age 25, still quite young in some people's opinions. His father before him, and his grandfather, were all Mafia Bosses, and several generations before that even. So, it's a family thing. More revealed IC

 

Likes

+ Guns

+ Reading magazines

+ Doing cross word puzzles (no one knows of this)

+ Cooking (no one knows of this)

+ Drinking any kind of alcoholic beverage

+ Sleeping

+ Cute things, sewing, frills, kawaii stuff in general (no one knows about this, except for Alphonse)

+ Playing pranks, pulling jokes, and having fun with his close friends

+ More revealed IC

 

Dislikes

-People messing with his hair (which is why it is so long, he refuses to get it cut)

-Being disturbed when sleeping

-People who don't pay up

-Getting duped

-Police

-Being lied to, cheated, or played

-More revealed IC

 

Other Information:

~Lives in a very fancy hotel, which his family actually owns

~Owns three cars, one black, one silver, and one red

~Has a variety of different weapons, though his main one is a silver pistol, custom designed for him

~His right hand man's name is Alphonse

~Likes swimming

~Base of his mafia gang is where he lives, but in another section of the hotel

~Owns a pure white, long haired cat named Blanc, and a black cat with long fur as well named Noir.

~More revealed IC

 

 

General Information:

Name: Alphonse Delacroix

Nickname: Al, Cat Eye, Golden, Blondie, Black Sheep

Age: 21

Home Country: France

Occupation: Lelouch's Right Hand

City of Operation: Paris

Date of Birth: December 4th

Gender: Male

Blood Type: AB

Sexuality: Bicurious

Position: Seke

Other Medical Information: Information Unavailable

 

Appearance:

Height: 170.18 cm/ 5' 7"

Weight: 60.7 kg/ 134 lbs

Other Stuff: Wears grey and smokey colors for the most part. Is never seen wearing anything other than pants, the style varying day by day. Also wears many different types of shoes, his favorite being knee height lace up boots that are black in color. Has several piercings along his body, and one in a place that should not even be pierced. Has a single tattoo, it is of a cross made like a bone, and with wings, the wings are also made of bone. It is located between his shoulder blades on his spine.

 

 

 

Background: His past is riddled with many mysteries that only Lelouch know the truth to. Hides who he is, and who he was, but if you can gain his trust he might tell you a thing or two of his crooked and rather depressing life as a child.

 

Personality: Laid back, relaxed, and easy going. He is the very definition of go-with-the flow, unless you piss him off. And that's the last think you'd ever want to do. He's completely loyal to Lelouch, and would never sell his friends out. They are like family to him. He is one guy you would definitely want to be your friend, and the very last guy you would want to be your enemy. More revealed IC

 

Likes and Dislikes: Revealed IC

 

Extras:

~Is a chain smoker

~Enjoys casual drinking

~Can mix the best drinks

~Lives in a room given to him at the hotel by Lelouch

~His favorite season is summer, but he loves the snow in winter

~Enjoys spending time with friends

~More revealed IC

 

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[AlphaZero]

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[td]Tokugawa, Hiroshi[/td]

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[td]Age:[/td]

[td]23[/td]

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[td]Position:[/td]

[td]Uke[/td]

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[td]Sexuality:[/td]

[td]Homosexual[/td]

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[td]Occupation:[/td]

[td]Waiter/High School Dropout[/td]

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[td]Height:[/td]

[td]5'9[/td]

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[td]Weight:[/td]

[td]155 lbs[/td]

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[td]Appearance Description:[/td]

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• short, brown hair - usually messy
  
• brown eyes - dark enough to almost be black
  
• pale skin
  
• slender
  
• slightly muscular
  
• rose tattoo on right shoulder blade
  
• wears whatever's comfortable
  
• stab wound scar on left shoulder blade
  

 

 

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To others, Hiroshi is extremely unapproachable. Most of the time, it's because of the dark and gloomy aura he gives off and the melancholy expressions he always seems to wear. He never means any harm, but since it makes people stay away from him, he's satisfied with being afraid of. His demeanor does a complete turn-around when he's in the presence of animals however. His expression will usually soften into one of loving affection and it is in one of those rare times that he will actually have real smile on. Despite of how he is, Hiroshi does have a sense of humor, albeit a dry one. He's a distant loner and he demonstrates a high level of maturity beyond those his age.

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• dark chocolate
  
• coffee
  
• sleeping
  
• embroidery
  
• the sunset
  
• animals
  
• baking
  
• cup noodles
  
• red roses
  
• exercising - especially swimming
  
• being alone
  
• singing
  
• playing the violin
  

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[td]Dislikes:[/td]

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• knives
  
• crowds
  
• running
  
• smiling
  
• being looked down upon
  
• being disrupted while sleeping
  
• talking
  

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[td]Biography:[/td]

[td]To be revealed IC.[/td]

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[td]Favorite Quote:[/td]

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"I had a fear of being alone."

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[AlphaZero]

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I apologize profusely for the delay. I'm definitely ready to start this now. And also, I've edited his age, as I do want this to be an Age Gap RP like we intended. I look forward to Rping with you!

Note: I'm not that good at starters.

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[td]Homosexual[/td]

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[td]Height:[/td]

[td]5'9[/td]

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[td]Weight:[/td]

[td]155 lbs[/td]

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[td]Appearance Description:[/td]

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• short, brown hair - usually messy
  
• brown eyes - dark enough to almost be black
  
• pale skin
  
• slender
  
• slightly muscular
  
• rose tattoo on right shoulder blade
  
• wears whatever's comfortable
  
• stab wound scar on left shoulder blade
  

 

 

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To others, Hiroshi is extremely unapproachable. Most of the time, it's because of the dark and gloomy aura he gives off and the melancholy expressions he always seems to wear. He never means any harm, but since it makes people stay away from him, he's satisfied with being afraid of. His demeanor does a complete turn-around when he's in the presence of animals however. His expression will usually soften into one of loving affection and it is in one of those rare times that he will actually have real smile on. Despite of how he is, Hiroshi does have a sense of humor, albeit a dry one. He's a distant loner and he demonstrates a high level of maturity beyond those his age.

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[td]Likes:[/td]

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• dark chocolate
  
• coffee
  
• sleeping
  
• embroidery
  
• the sunset
  
• animals
  
• baking
  
• cup noodles
  
• red roses
  
• exercising - especially swimming
  
• being alone
  
• singing
  
• playing the violin
  

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[td]Dislikes:[/td]

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• knives
  
• crowds
  
• running
  
• smiling
  
• being looked down upon
  
• being disrupted while sleeping
  
• talking
  

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[td]Biography:[/td]

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To be revealed IC.

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"I had a fear of being alone."

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"Excuse me. I ordered a Shirley Temple. Not a fucking Red Mango Explosion."

 

When Tokugawa Hiroshi had rushed to get here so early in the morning, as being late for work again would have inevitably caused a black hole to open in his bank account and a demise in his unhygienic, minuscule apartment, he honestly did not expect to be met with such an embarrassing public display and drama befitting a soap opera the moment he set foot into his workplace. His dark chocolate brown eyes began to examine the burly male seated in the wooden chair, him almost being too large to even dare to fit in it, and the petite waitress trembling in very apparent fear and distress.

 

"Well?! What the fuck are you going to do about it, you useless bitch?!"

 

The fragile glass then became shards of glass as it collided with the wooden table, along with the Red Mango Explosion--a fitting name for the situation and Hiroshi couldn't help but be entertained by the thought--splattering over many different styles of clothing, angering the other customers close by, all courtesy of the monster arm that Hiroshi thought was all due the act of injecting steroids. The aggravated customers were gossiping louder than ever, voicing their complaints for everyone to hear, and most of all, giving him a headache that he didn't need.

 

As the brunet caught the slightest reflection from the tears gathering in his co-worker's cloudy blue eyes, as she was a foreigner that had just come here to study abroad, he knew in his heart that he had to step up, no matter how much the thought of being in the middle of a scene and a crowd annoyed him. There was a fine line between being heroic and a complete buffoon, and he couldn't decide which personage he was about to become.

 

The moment he had stepped in between the Hulk and the damsel in distress, a fist had come flying towards his face like a projectile being thrown at ten miles per minute. However, instead of it colliding with his face, it gripped hard at the front collar of his black trench coat. And soon enough, his slender body had been pushed back to where he had been situated at before, but further until a loud crack could be heard as soon as his back hit the door's glass frame.

 

The same, stout man had become an enormous looming umbrella over his now aching body, looking as if he was ready to crack his bones one by one.

 

"Well, aren't you the shittiest hero I've ever seen? What were you gonna do? Glare at me to death?"

[Tacita_Virtus]

It seemed as if everything was going to start out well that day, but just as this thought was running through Lelouch's mind, sitting at a table in the corner of the building, a blonde male sitting across from him, things just had to get complicated. Uniquely colored violet eyes flicker toward the commotion going on, and they narrow as a frown starts tugging at the corner of his lips. Why did that guy always have to blow up at the smallest of things.

 

Sighing, he looks to the blonde, makes a small nod towards him, before standing up from his chair slowly, quietly making his way over to where the huge man was yelling at the waitress, making her cry from how harsh he was being. As he passed the other customers, they glanced from the scene to him, but quickly look away again. There was something about him, a certain 'air' he gave off, that he was not to be messed with. An air of power and strength. Trailing behind him, at the distance one might think a body guard might walk at, was the blonde, whose golden eyes glanced back and forth, keeping an eye on everything. Just as the giant of a man attacked the young male waiter that had come up to the girl's defense, Lelouch reaches them, clearing his throat ever so slightly.

 

"Cartello...Ce que l'enfer pensez-vous que vous faites?"

 

As he says this, his voice calm and rather cold sounding, he reaches up and places his hand on the taller man's shoulder. At his words, and his touch the one named Cartello freezes up, moving his fist away from the waiter, and letting his arm drop down to his side. The blonde had come to a stop right behind Lelouch, arms now crossed over his chest, eyebrows pressed together, and giving Cartello a disappointed look, whom only looked at the waiter, as if he was scared to even turn his head to look back at Lelouch.

 

"Now then...Apologize. Or else you'll have to deal with me later..."

 

This statement seemed to frighten Cartello even more than he already was, and looked as if he was about to urinate in his pants. Cartello does as he was told, apologizing over and over to the waiter and the waitress, and with that done Lelouch releases his grip on the man's shoulder, which had gotten quite tight. Having been let go, Cartello leaves quickly, not looking back once, visibly trembling in fear.

 

Lelouch's purple gaze follows Cartello's retreat, before looking to the one who had been slammed up against the glass. He says nothing, but nods to the waiter, before reaching in his pocket and handing the boy €100 from his wallet, which was worth at least ten drinks, and enough to pay for damage to the building. Looking to the blonde, he motions with his head.

 

"Alphonse. Allons-y."

The blonde, Alphonse, nods in agreement, and they too leave the building, heading in the opposite direction that Cartello had gone, Lelouch shoving his hands in his pockets, and Alphonse takes his place just behind Lelouch. Walking at a slow leisurely pace, it seemed they had nothing really to do, but in all reality, this was a ruse, as both of them glance towards the road, where a police car had just driven past. They didn't want to get caught, so kept their head low.

 

Translation: 1. Ce que l'enfer pensez-vous que vous faites? : What the hell do you think you're doing?

2. Allons-y : Let's go

[AlphaZero]

"Cartello...Ce que l'enfer pensez-vous que vous faites?"

 

Hiroshi shifted around at his position as he was flushed against the glass, chocolate brown orbs taking in the humorous, yet quite humiliating--on 'Cartello's' part--scene taking place before him. His eyes shifted towards the threatening aura from behind Cartello, eyes widening just a fraction at the owner of said aura as he took in the man's appearance. He adorned amethyst jewels for eyeballs, and silky, long, black locks for hair, making him the epitome picturesque, beautiful, yet masculine. Combined with the sultry voice that had just spoken in the beautiful language that is French a few moments ago, the elegant atmosphere that his savior carried, and the 'air' that told many stories of pain and hurt if he was ever underestimated, fabricated a human being that Hiroshi's extensive knowledge of sophisticated vocabulary was not be sufficient in describing. Despite not understand a word that's just been said, the waiter couldn't care less since they had stopped him from getting a world of damage, and maybe even incapacity and maiming.

 

Despite the Hulk acting if he was all that before, his facial expressions and reactions contradicted that demeanor beyond belief as the grip on his shoulder tightened, his widening eyes wincing at the slight pain that followed it. The terrified expression was entertaining to look at, just because he looked like he was about to cower, beg for mercy and, urinate in his own pants. Hiroshi wasn't usually this amused at witnessing the suffering of others, but the aching his body acquired from the impact of being pushed into the hard glass made him want to think otherwise. A blonde male also assumed a stance behind his savior, his arms crossed over his chest, and sporting a face of disappointment directed towards his peer

 

"Now then...Apologize. Or else you'll have to deal with me later..."

 

An emotionless expression was all that Hiroshi's physical appearance could expect to reveal. Nevertheless, the young man was delighted and pleased at the order given to his assailant to express his regret. His good mood had only grown more prominent when Cartello had apologized profusely to both him and his co-worker for his barbaric actions, quickly leaving the building after with his tail between his legs.

 

Before Hiroshi had even the slightest chance to express his gratitude in the ways he only could, he was handed a few notes worth about a hundred Euros, which amounted to approximately 13500 yen in Japanese currency. Hiroshi reverted his eyes from the large sum of money placed in his hands and lifted his gaze up towards a pair of violet eyes, momentarily becoming entrapped in the doors leading to the soul. The man then motioned his head towards his companion, resulting in the long strands of hair being flicked and whipped around just slightly, silently indicating their upcoming leave.

 

"Alphonse. Allons-y."

 

And then they left, leaving Hiroshi's brain short-circuiting, and requiring a need for rebooting, the sum of cash still encased in his fist. And then he ran, out the door, and into the streets before his boss even had the chance to sigh. His eyes scanned the crowded streets for a hint of long, black hair, along with some blond as well. As he sighted them walking at a slow, leisurely pace, he forced his legs to move faster, slowing down to a jog as their figures were beginning to be easily seen. The unoccupied hand not gripping the money reached out, before landing harshly at his savior's left shoulder, gripping it and stopping his movements completely.

 

"Thank you for helping me. Here's your money back. I apologize, since it's crumpled," he said in a smooth, baritone voice, clear and coherent despite the light sprinting he had just done. His fist then moved forward between them to hand the money back, uncurling it to reveal the notes, whilst expecting a bit of resistance from the man.

[Tacita_Virtus]

The two hadn't gotten very far from the scene of the whole fiasco with Cartello, when the sound of running feet could be heard coming up from behind them, which then slow down to a jog. It was a mere fraction of a moment, but both men's reaction time was split second and precise. Right as the young man reached out, touching Lelouch on the shoulder in a means to stop him, Alphonse intercepts, so that the brown eyed stranger's fingers only had a tiny bit of time to even touch the fabric of Lelouch's clothes.

 

"QUE FAITES-VOUS?!"

 

Alphonse now had a grip on the waiter's wrist, and was standing in between Lelouch and the other male. His golden eyes were narrowed dangerously, a deep frown on his lips. It looked as if he was about to tear the younger boy apart, with the world given by Lelouch. Sure enough, he was holding back because of his respect for the slightly older man. While this whole commotion had happened, Lelouch hadn't been surprised at all, in fact he had been quite assured that the boy would come after them. And it seemed as if his calculations had been correct.

 

He turns around to face the waiter, while reaching out to place his hand softly on Alphonse's shoulder, giving him a 'look', which contained of a slight eye brow raise and a twitching of his eye. It was simple, but the blonde understood the message, and releases his hold on the brown haired male's wrist, stepping back only a little bit. Both eyes, golden and violet, then turn to the hand that was held out to them, the money which Lelouch had given him crumpled in the brunette's fingers, and at the same time, the male was offering an apology.

 

Lelouch looks up from the notes, to the younger male's face, his purple eyes looking directly at the other, as if searching for something, though the expression upon his own facial features was unreadable. For about ten seconds nothing was said or done, before Lelouch speaks up, his own voice light and feathery, but also heavy with authority. One might call his voice...musical, like an orchestra.

 

"Ce n'était rien. I did not do it to be thanked. Keep the money, it will pay for the damage that was caused."

 

He places his hands behind his back, clasping them together. It was obvious that Lelouch wasn't going to accept the money back, no matter how many times he was offered to do so. Alphonse stood there, remaining silent, knowing that the boy might as well give up, there was no way that he was going to get Lelouch to break and take the notes, that was just the way his boss was. Both eyes glance over to the street, as once more a police car drives by, but they do nothing. Instead, turning their focus back on to the boy.

 

"Is that all you wanted to talk to me for? If so, I need to go, I have somewhere I need to be. Bonne journée. Adieu."

 

With these last words he turns to leave, his long hair swaying behind him, which was kept up in a slightly messy ponytail. Like before, he beckons Alphonse to follow, who does, turning his back to the strange brunette. Little did they know that these small encounters were about to lead to something even bigger, something that would change their world, and their aspect on life completely. They walk away, and soon enough are gone from view, having slipped down a slightly shaded side alley. Deep in the back of his mind, Lelouch had a feeling he would no doubt, see that kid again.

 

From there, they continue on to where they were to be that afternoon, knowing they had less than two hours to get there and not be late. That, indeed, would not be a good thing. They both knew that if they were even a second late, all hell was to break lose, and they'd not be able to receive what they'd worked so hard to obtain. Both prayed that there weren't to be any more proverbial roadblocks.

 

Translations: Que faites-vous? - What are you doing?

Ce n'était rien - It was nothing.

Bonne journée. Adieu. - Have a nice day. Farewell.

[AlphaZero]

"Is that all you wanted to talk to me for? If so, I need to go, I have somewhere I need to be. Bonne journée. Adieu."

 

With those last smooth, baritone words embedded deep into the crevices of Hiroshi's mind, the young man watched with unreadable, curious eyes as the slightly flashy pair sauntered off. The crumpled notes in his right hand found their way into the confines of his trench coat pocket, before he used the now vacant hand to caress his left wrist where a lingering pain still stood. Dark chocolate brown eyes continue to scrutinize as they began to disappear from view, his stare unwavering in their obscurity.

 

As they began to slip down a darkened, shady alley, obstructing Hiroshi from the vehement frigidity of his warm colored orbs, a phantom of a smile graced his plump lips as he reveled in their entertainment of their meeting. His days were usually quite boring, and despite never showing it, he did wish to have some type of adventure in the normalcy of his life. And today had been a breath of fresh air to say the least in comparison to the constricting cells of his everyday struggles.

 

He then twisted his body, in an attempt to get back to work and possibly get a nice, little paycheck before his bank account developed a black hole that consumed all of his assets. A shadowy figure of a man was then seen at the very corners of his eyes, canceling his movements completely as he stopped abruptly. His body then moved in degrees - almost calculating, as he turned back and began to follow the threesome whilst forging a look of introspection.

 

As much as he feigned a nonchalant demeanor, and despite there being not an ounce of need to care, Hiroshi felt in debt to that elegant man. Nevertheless, there was a niggling deep in the depths of his cranium, demanding that he go inform the pair of their unscrupulous pursuer. Although he couldn't perceive the intended meaning to that force, his lanky legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they took their tentative footsteps in their unsavory detour.

 

His steady movements became swift as he followed the figure, feet colliding with the concrete briskly and surely, but softly. Loosely balled fists were encased in the pockets of the brunet's trench coat pockets. His back was straight; his movements were graceful, much like a dancer's as he traveled behind the hooded figure from a safe distance. Darkened hues trained themselves on the man, staring intently and making Hiroshi the embodiment of a predator hunting for its prey.

 

Both pursuers swiftly turned the corner, golden hair as bright as the sun and onyx hair darker than the dead of night could now be seen using Hiroshi's line of sight. The pair's ignorant chaser then proceeded to conceal himself behind a rusty dumpster, causing the brunet to raise an eyebrow at the action as he, himself walked past the man in dry amusement. It seemed as if the hooded form made the two men his focal point, thus the realization that there was another human in the midst did not pass the blockades of his mind.

 

As soon as Hiroshi's movements were not uninhibited, he increased his speed, arriving at his destination side by side with his savior. He scrutinized the slightly taller man with eyes that could chill anyone's bones in the most pleasant of ways.

 

"Someone's following you," he whispered stoically, keeping pace with the men he just assisted on an abnormal whim.

[Tacita_Virtus]

It wasn't as if they didn't know, they just acted like it. truly, they did not have the time to deal with things that could make them late, such as a pursuer in which they could take out in less than five minutes flat if they so desired to do. But, since they had other, much more important matters at hand, Lelouch and Alphonse did not bother with the hooded figure trailing them. Instead, they focused on moving quietly and quickly through the alley ways, turning here and there, following a map entirely within their heads.

 

If things were to get even more complicated, it was now, when who should appear, but the waiter whom they had left not fifteen minutes ago. The look Lelouch was given might have chilled anyone else's bones, even pleasantly, but for him, it did absolutely nothing at all. Hearing those muttered words were what irritated him, and his eyes narrow. Even at this miniscule change of appearance Alphonse tenses up slightly, on edge. He ways had to be on the very tip of his toes when dealing with the raven haired, violet eyed individual, you never know what mood he's going to be in one second to the next.

 

"Vous avez suivi pour me dire cela? Comme si je ne savais pas déjà? Je vous ai dit que je dois entreprise de prendre soin de, et pourtant vous insister sur de me suivre. Je dois vous demander de me pardonner pour ce que je fais à côté, mais je ne peux pas avoir un roturier ruine des choses pour moi..."

 

He suddenly stops walking, and as if the two were in synchronized steps together, Alphonse ceases in his forward trek as well, moving just a margin away from the long haired male, his golden gaze flicking from brunette to black hair. Lelouch moves with a fluid like grace, and yet, at the same time with such precision and strength. He knew, somehow, that the younger male had no idea what he was saying, though the look in his violet eyes would nearly give away the fact that he was asking to be forgiven, holding the brunette's brown eyes captive, so the other wouldn't even see the hand that was moving out to strike him, hitting with swift movements near the back of the neck, knocking him out.

 

Before the male could fall to the ground, Lelouch catches him, and leans him against the alley wall, before glancing backwards towards the 'pursuer'. Another reason why he hadn't acted before, is that he had a strong idea of exactly who was stalking them, and with a glance towards Alphonse, a nod, the blonde moves quickly back, a loud yell could be heard, and soon enough Alphonse returns with someone about the same height as himself, and no longer hidden away. They weren't saying anything, and the 'trailer' had a sheepish look upon his face. Once they were standing in front of Lelouch, the follower weakly attempts to pull away from Alphonse, but it was obvious he wasn't trying very hard.

 

"Ya kin le' go o' me now... Geezus, ya dun have ta be so mean..."

 

He had a strange accent, making it apparent he wasn't from France. This male was a bit on the skinny side, with light skin, and long straight orange hair, and brightly colored orange eyes. Just from his expression it was obvious he was a trouble maker, and a goof ball, but how Lelouch handled him it was plain to see that the older French man tolerated him for one reason or another. He looks at Alphonse who lets go of the carrot-top, who straightens his clothing as if they were ruined.

 

"Felix...Je traiterai avec vous plus tard...Take this boy here back to the hotel. And if he wakes up, don't let him out of your sight. Compris?"

 

Felix, the orange haired one, looks towards the body that was passed out leaning against the wall. He says nothing, but nods, knowing if he complained he'd get into trouble, so just decided to do what he was told. Going over to the stranger, he leans down, and with strength that didn't match his body, he picks the unconscious brunette up quite easily. Lelouch raises an eyebrow, and without another word, turns away, heading once more towards where their destination waited, with Alphonse trailing behind. They needed to hurry to arrive in time.

 

Rolling his eyes, Felix carries the brown haired male away, and it didn't take very long to arrive at the said hotel, a huge estate to be more exact, with more than one extremely fancy building. The whole time he'd been muttering under his breath, walking down the near empty halls, heading towards an empty room, finding one, and placing the unconscious person on the king sized bed, before sitting down in an arm chair, pulling out a set of head phones, an iPod, and a chocolate bar from his pocket. Placing the head phones in his ears, and turning on some music, he sat cross legged as he ate the candy bar, waiting for Lelouch and Alphonse to come back from what they were doing.

 

Translations: "Vous avez suivi pour me dire cela? Comme si je ne savais pas déjà? Je vous ai dit que je dois entreprise de prendre soin de, et pourtant vous insister sur de me suivre. Je dois vous demander de me pardonner pour ce que je fais à côté , mais je ne peux pas avoir un roturier ruine des choses pour moi..." - "You followed me to say that? As if I did not know already? I told you that I have business to take care of, and yet you insist on following me. I must ask you to forgive me for what I do next, but I can not have a commoner ruin things for me..."

 

'Je traiterai avec vous plus tard' - 'I'll deal with you later.'

 

'Compris?' - 'Understood?'

 

 

General Information:

Name: Felix Sokołowski

Nickname: Gosse, Troublemaker, Pomarańczowy

Age: 18

Home Country: Poland

Occupation: Mafia Member, also works at a deli for extra money (is an Info Broker)

City of Operation: Paris

Date of Birth: October 19

Gender: Male

Blood Type: O-

Sexuality: Straight?

Position: None for the most part

Other Medical Information: Information Unavailable

 

Appearance:

Height: 170.18 cm/ 5' 7"

Weight: 60.7 kg/ 134 lbs

Other Stuff: Wears anything for the most part, but is mainly seen wearing jeans, a white or black shirt, long or short sleeved doesn't matter, a jacket of some sort, black boots with a orange checker design on the inside, and a black and orange scarf. Wears some sort of jewelry, be it rings, a necklace, a watch, etc. Has three tattoos, each of a serial number. One is on his left wrist, another at the back of his neck, and the third is tattooed around his belly button. Is never seen without his iPod and headphones.

 

Background: Like many of the mafia members in Lelouch's group, Felix also has a secretive past. To most outside the group anyways. If he knows you, and trusts you, he'll tell you anything about himself if you ask.

 

Personality: Happy-go-lucky, off-the-wall goof ball. He's always looking for a good time and a laugh, and is pulling one prank or joke after another. Is known for causing lots of trouble at shopping centers for teasing the ladies, but it's all in good fun. For some reason he tries to follow Lelouch and Alphonse around to find out something that only he thinks is going on, but so far hasn't been very successful. Totally loyal, and a great friend, he'll be the one to make you smile if you're having a bad day.

 

Extras:

~Always carries a bar or two of chocolate with him

~Loves laughter

~Enjoys listening to music

~Doesn't speak any other language that well except his own, which is Polish

~Lives in a room given to him at the hotel by Lelouch

~Has a huge collection of electronics, games, movies, etc.

~Enjoys spending time with friends

~Is what one might call a 'people watcher'

 

[AlphaZero]

As feeling began to return to his toes and fingers, he blinked back at the thunderstorms swarming in his mind, the disjointed haze receding to the point where he could make sense of the world around him. Though the edges of his vision flickered and danced, the center coalesced into intricately designed mahogany double doors, with golden swirls and equally colored peonies painted upon its exterior. The dried design seemed to run like fresh paint and he moaned inaudibly, muscle aches running through his extremities as he attained a partial portion of his hearing back.

 

A pale hand trailed back up from the satin sheets, only to rest itself upon the brunet's forehead, the feeling of

grogginess and confusion consuming his thoughts while he continued to still his motionless body. Chocolate brown eyes repeatedly blinked, in an attempt to let the distortion and blurriness of the world subside. Memories began to flash right before his eyes, a theater playing its scenes as he, the viewer, watched in his weakened state. He had no sense of the time, nor did he realize the presence of another human within the enclosed doors.

 

Vibrant violet hues were the last he saw of his of his memories, before all faded to black to cut to the event he was experiencing now. With a monotonic voice, laced with not an ounce of anger or annoyance, the young male spoke into the dead of silence.

 

"Well, at least you didn't just leave me on the ground," he said to no one physically here in particular; only to the invisible human being who had gracefully knocked him out in one blow. His throat felt dry, and hoarse, the words coming out fragmented and soft because of it. Drawing back the smooth bed sheets, Hiroshi painstakingly removed his upper body from the soft comfort, eyes trailing from left to right to take in his surroundings. A darkened figure caught his sight, shadowed by the blackness of the room. Just beside the figure who wiggled in his arm chair, were windows that glinted under the luminescent of the bright lights. Just outside of those blockades was the world, covered in the dead of night.

 

His attention glued itself back onto the shadowy figure, a hint of bright, orange hair being the only color that Hiroshi recognized.

 

"Hello?," the male inquired, but to no avail as the other gave no acknowledgement of him having awakened. An eyebrow raised up in an endearing quirk, before an exhausted body slid out of the bed, only to take slow, quivering steps to the figure. Though he was in a strange room, with a strange person, in the middle of the dead of night, the only worrying that came to his acknowledgement was the fact that he had ditched work today without giving his boss a notice.

 

He's been through this situation one too many times as a child to even contemplate the meaning of 'fear'.

 

Whilst allowing his legs to endeavor through the short-distanced walk, calm, emotionless eyes scanned around, coming to the conclusion that there would be absolutely no chance of him getting to walk out of here once his conversation with this person ceased. A sure hand reached out to to cup a still shoulder, as he bent down to the male's eye-level position. Pink lips twitched up ever so slightly in the gentlest of fashions as he mouthed and made his question apparent to covered ears.

 

"May I go to the bathroom?"

[Tacita_Virtus]

It had taken quite some time, but once the two had arrived at the meeting place to pick up what they had set out to get in the first place, it was in and out in less than ten minutes. A few words spoken between Lelouch and the person whom they were receiving their package from, and then it was all over and done with. Relief had spread through both the violet eyed Italian and Alphonse, but of course they did not let that show on their faces as they left the building in which they had gone to, looking up at the sky, knowing it would be evening by the time they got back to the estate.

 

Both glance at each other, thinking the same thing but not saying anything out loud. They hoped to dear God that Felix had not screwed up or done anything stupid, and that nothing was ruined or out of place by the time they got back. One too many times had they gone out and returned to find some sort of disaster waiting for them the minute they stepped through those huge double doors. And with a nod, they begin their walk back, their pace fast and precise, not wanting to risk taking too long.

 

Sitting in the chair, listening to music, empty wrapper on the oak side table, Felix relaxed, not noticing how late it had gotten. He'd already dozed off once, but before he had he'd noticed that the brunette was still in the same exact position in which he'd laid him on the bed, so of course thought it would be okay to take a quick nap. Once he woke up, it had been two or three hours later, and the sun was beginning to set, and when he last looked at the sleeping figure, the male still hadn't moved.

 

But by the time he woke up the second time around, he was surprised to find the stranger awake and leaning down in front of him, what had shaken him from his slumber was the hand upon his shoulder. It had startled him, and he jumps ever so slightly, looking up quickly, orange eyes staring at the brown haired individual like a deer caught in headlights. He calms down quickly though, and pulls out one of his headphones, having read the mouthed words that were aimed at him, since with both in he couldn't hear a thing.

 

"Bathroom, ya ask? Yup, sure."

 

Getting up out of the chair, he shoves his hands into his pocket, glancing sideways at the other, and motions with his shoulder for the boy to follow. Leading out of the room, he heads down the hallway, silent at first, but he couldn't stay that way for long. His curiosity got the better of him, and he speaks up with that strange accent of his, and just from the tone in which he spoke it was obvious he was an easy going fellow, and quite friendly, despite the current situation. It was as if Felix craved to learn about the newcomer, wanted to get to know him.

 

"M' name's Felix Sokołowski. Bu' jus' call me Felix, k? Wha's yer name? Ya don' look like yer fr'm Europe or anythin' like it, so...who're you? I mean, race wise? I'm Polski."

 

A huge lopsided grin forms on his face as he looks at the other male, before stopping beside a fancy oak door. Above, written in French, was the word 'Toilettes'. When the other went inside, Felix steps to stand next to the entrance, as if he were guarding it, and that's exactly what he was doing. There was no other exit from the bathroom except that door, so there would be no chance of the brunette trying to escape. Leaning gently against the wall, Felix sighs softly, whistling quietly under his breath as he waited.

 

Inside it was rather big, and very fancy, with gold, silver and ivory, with intricate designs and fancy structures. There was a shower/bath, and everything else a bathroom had to offer. Flowers were on a shelf, and a tall rack held fluffy towels and toiletries. A candlestick was on either side of the mirror that hung over the impressive sink, and a chandelier was up above. It would smell rather clean and fresh, a soft scent coming from the beautiful bouquet of flowers. Everything was as if it were from some royal place, or a place that said 'I have money, let me flaunt it.'

 

Footsteps were heard coming from down the hall, and Felix looks to his right, standing up straight away from the wall as he saw who it was. Lelouch and Alphonse had returned, and from what it looked, they had already dropped off whatever it was that the raven haired male received in his quarters. He stays silent, and waits for them to reach where he was standing. When asked where the brown haired stranger was, Felix points at the closed door beside him.

 

"Vous ne lui avez pas laissé hors de votre vue? Bon. Plus tard, nous allons parler. En ce moment, je dois traiter avec lui. Tu peux y aller."

 

Lelouch nods, and Felix walks away, disappearing from view when he turns the corner, and once he was gone, Lelouch turns his eyes towards the closed door, before knocking on it. Things were finally looking around for him, and he wasn't going to let this guy ruin it for him. He wanted to talk, and figure out just what he was thinking when he had followed after Alphonse and himself, after being told specifically that they had things to do.

 

"Bonjour, je voudrais vous parler."

 

Translations: "Vous ne lui avez pas laissé hors de votre vue? Bon. Plus tard, nous allons parler. En ce moment, je dois traiter avec lui. Tu peux y aller." - "You did not let him out of your sight? Good. Later, we'll talk. Right now I have to deal with him. You can go."

 

"Bonjour, je voudrais vous parler." - Hello, I would like to talk."

[AlphaZero]

"Pleased to meet your acquaintance, Felix. My name's Tokugawa Hiroshi. And as for race, I'm half Japanese and half French, though I barely know any French."

 

Chestnut colored eyes glowed in apparent amusement, surprised to realize that this person wasn't at all similar to the ones who'd taken him hostage -though he wasn't sure what this situation was- when he was a child. A childish and energetic atmosphere surrounded Felix, unlike the gruff, boring bald men who had wandering hands and glinting, lustful eyes. The connection between them did not seem like one between captive and captor, but more like a new friendship on the rise.

 

With a small, respective bow to his guide, he glanced at the fancy looking oak door before displaying his gratitude. A phantom of a wordless reply that exhibited his gratitude was relayed by his eyes as they gazed chillingly into bright orange ones, before slipping behind the door to the en suite and locking it momentarily for the essence of privacy.

 

Strange circumstances be damned, Hiroshi proceeded to calmly place his prized trench coat on the same tall rack that held numerous colorations of fluffy towels and toiletries. In a utilitarian room, most bathrooms are small to allow for more room in other areas of the home. So instantly, a larger bathroom is a luxury, and this one indeed was quite the luxurious room. It possessed everything a bathroom had to offer and more, such as the intricate designs and elaborate structures, the impressive, pristine sink, shower/bath, and the scented candlesticks and flowers that would be absolutely unnecessary when it came to his own run-down bathroom.

 

It seemed as if the male was allergic to emotions and expressions, or perhaps, didn't possess any as he unbuckled his belt like he would any other day, slipped down his pants to let it run around his knees before pale, fleshy globes sat themselves atop the toilet, the exterior being frigid to the touch and making him shiver ever so slightly. The most likely thing the captured would have done, he thought, was immediately look for an exit to escape through, but Hiroshi on the other hand, just wanted to do the normal things that a person would do in a bathroom.

 

Enjoying the quaintness of the vacant room, Hiroshi relaxed and took his sweet ole' time, his mind wandering freely and touching faint memories as he stared blankly at one spot on a pristine white wall.

 

He reminisced, picturing all the events of his life--a habit that comes out when he's at peace--that comprised to fabricate the man that he was now.

 

Not many knew of Hiroshi's past; most knew of the fact that he was a high school drop out, but of nothing else, such as why he hadn't gotten a proper education or why he was piss poor when his father used to be the most well known company's president in Japan. The institution had slammed a red void stamp on his paper work and labeled him a drop out, his duty as heir ripped to shreds while his dreams of pursing a career in the animal sciences ceased to be.

 

After his lowly fall from grace and riches, he had landed in poverty's comfortable lap and sunk deep into the maelstrom of loneliness and hard earned survival.

 

Cut off from his thoughts completely, his ears perked up at the muffled voices just outside the blockade, before zooming his eyes in unintentionally towards the door when he caught the familiar, smooth voice that represented the gracefulness that laced music. Not a moment too soon, a sure and confident knock landed on the hard exterior.

 

"Bonjour, je voudrais vous parler."

 

A brown eyebrow twitched, raising up and creating a sharp curve, his mind not being able to process the foreign words. Nevertheless, Hiroshi had enough sense to understand that there was a conversation that needed to be had. While proceeding to redress himself and flush the toilet, the sounds resonated throughout the entirety of the pleasant en suite.

 

Hiroshi sauntered towards the door, placed a hand on the metal doorknob and unlocked it with a click, allowing the frame to fall open to reveal a pair of entrapping violet hues and a mess of pitch black locks, along with Alphonse, so he remembered the male being called as such. Eyes that were the black-flecked deep brown of pecan shells gazed coolly into the other pair for but a brief moment, before averting them so that his legs could be allowed to carry his body to the sink.

 

A squeak was heard as the knob was twisted, water then spurting out continuously while he slathered his hands with soap to cleanse them of unimaginable filth. The mirror reflected his disposition, unperturbed and serene.

 

"Good evening," Hiroshi greeted and the sound waves of his voice carried into a small echo. "I apologize if I had inconvenienced in any way because I had followed you. The only reason I'd done so was because I wanted to repay my debt in some way, and thought that the knowledge of you being followed would have been at least of some use." A soft towel on the rack was taken to wipe his dripping hands. Hiroshi twisted his body, finally addressing the raven with full attention.

 

"But it seems you had already known, and that it's more than likely that I have caused you trouble. Plus, my debt has yet to be repaid. Oh, the joy. Again, I apologize."

[Tacita_Virtus]

He patiently waited for the young 'visitor' to finish what he was doing, a blank expression upon his face as the door was opened to reveal the one inside. Even then he did not show anything, no sort of feeling, just calm and collected, as if he were nothing more than a picture from a painting in a fancy art museum. Alphonse's eyebrow twitched in slight amusement as he knew that Lelouch was trying hard not to snap from being kept waiting, but says nothing, he too was waiting for the one to come out of the room.

 

Having heard the brunette say his piece, finally finished washing and drying his hands, his eyes now captive to violet ones, Lelouch tilts his head ever so slightly to the left, long hair swaying like dried silken threads caught in the wind. SO, this was all to repay for the debt in which was owed. For a brief moment he glances at Alphonse, who shrugs just barely enough to be seen, but it was obvious he too didn't know why this had gone so far.

 

But, being what he was and who he was...Lelouch wasn't going to let such an opportunity slip by so easily. No, he was going to latch on to the blessing that had been handed to him, like a feast brought in on not silver, but gold. And apparently Alphonse had seen that twinkle in Lelouch's eyes, because the blonde quirks his eyebrow once more, a look of revelation upon his own features, reflecting what the raven haired man was feeling inside.

 

"You say you want to...repay me, oui? Well...I know a way you can, but you might not like hearing what this offer is..."

 

For the first time he cracks a smile, the corner of his lips curling upwards, but it wasn't much, though it was still quite charming. It was as if he was laughing at a joke inside his mind, the merriment showing in this slight gesture upon his face. With this, he takes a step back, his eyes not once looking away from the brunette's. If he played his cards right, this might just turn out favorable, might reward him in more ways than one, but he had to be careful.

 

"If you want to hear what I have to say, then tell me your name. If not, well, you actually have no choice in the matter. You caused a bit of trouble for me I might say, and I really don't appreciate it."

 

He steps in close, until they were mere inches away from each other, faces breath width apart, eyes locked intently. Lelouch knew that the other would be able to smell him, his fresh scent, like crushed pine and mild flowers, and the faint musk of expensive cologne. Lelouch had his hands tucked behind his back as he moved, so that he was not touching the other male, that same smirk still on his lips.

 

"You may not have heard of me, mon ami, but I am called Lelouch Serafini. You have most likely heard of the name Serafini though, as my family runs nearly half of everything that goes on here in Paris. Restaurants, banques, cafés, boutiques, hôtels...you name it, we own it. If you ask your manager, he will most likely tell you that the corporate company in which it runs under is none other than Serafini Inc."

 

He backs away now, but doesn't put much space between them, and like before, not once does he take his eyes off of the other male. His eyes were glittering with a source of unimaginable excitement, welling up to the point in which it almost made him seem as if he were glowing, his gem like gaze twinkling like rare jewels. Alphonse took a step back, giving the man his space, but doesn't go very far.

 

"You may not have heard of the name Lelouch...but, you most likely have heard of the names Silvertongue, Leo, Pourpre Fixer, and Vipère?"

 

With this question asked, he falls silent, knowing that there was no doubt that the boy had heard of one of those, as they were whispered of constantly, flitting around the city like a never ending breeze, moving from one set of lips to the next, not pausing, not stopping for a rest, forever on the move. And he knew, that hearing those names, would strike a bit of shock into the male in front of him, as those names were associated with one of the most powerful and well known crime lords in all of Paris, France. No, not just there even...the world.

 

Translations: 'Restaurants, banques, cafés, boutiques, hôtels...' - 'Restaurants, banks, cafes, boutiques, hotels...'

[AlphaZero]

- - -[9:02 P.M][Hotel Bathroom]- - -

 

Chestnut colored eyes glinted in interest, a beatific expression etched on his delicate, yet slightly masculine facial features, and watched as the male placed a larger distance between them whilst silencing his own voice to wait for Hiroshi's reply. A small curve of a smile graced his lips with its appearance, and he mischievously stepped closer to Lelouch, so it was apparent that that was his name. Though Hiroshi's expressions were usually inscrutable, leaving no evidence for others to guess what he was feeling at the moment, there was something about the raven, something unexplainable that easily coaxed the expressions out without even needing to try. Albeit they were an uncommon occurrence, it was a spectacular feat made by someone who he barely knew.

 

"I do apologize for the inconvenience, and as for my name...you can call me Hiroshi. My full name would be Tokugawa Hiroshi. I'll decide whether or not I'll like what you say, but even if I don't, if it's to repay you then I doubt that I would say 'No' to it. Hah, doesn't that seem reckless of me."

 

Mere centimeters separated them, the close proximity sending abnormal 'butterflies' coursing through the pit of his stomach. Faintly, the brunet felt a slight change in the atmosphere, and raised an eyebrow at the strangeness of it all, and continued gazing into entrapping violet eyes. It had be so quiet that a feel could be heard if it had dropped on the floor, yet there was a certain heavy tension that the brunet could not seem to contemplate. He felt a strong, different pull to this individual, and that feeling was currently being unrecognized, or unfulfilled.

 

Feeling as if he was being pulled inside by a pair of hands, Hiroshi could not even feel the need to look away, let alone heed it. Because of the similarity in their heights, despite the other male being a bit taller, their faces were so close that the brunet could feel the hotness of Lelouch's breath on his lips. A fresh aroma was apparent, and it gently graced his nose. It was like crushed pine and mild flowers, along with the faint musky smell of expensive cologne.

 

"You're probably thinking why I would go so far just to repay you. To be honest, I don't know why either. I just really feel like I want, no, need to do it. I don't usually quite talk this much, as I don't like to, but I'm pretty comfortable at the moment. So, that probably explains it."

 

Perhaps the raven would have been able to smell him too, his scent, which gave off a hint of English Lavender that came from the liquid in his perfume--yes, perfume--bottle combined with the mixture of the fragrance of coffee and sweets from his morning of indulging in them. English Lavender is said to be a sensual, romantic scent. While this scent is light and fragrant, it can sometimes have a stronger affect. Someone had deemed it as his natural scent once before, and is his favorite to use on himself and around the house.

 

Hiroshi pondered to remember whether or not he's heard of any of those names before, and furrowed his brows ever so slightly as he scrutinized the male's vibrant eyes. As if caught in a hypnotic trance, the world seemed to past by as swift pace, everything blurry while a delicate hand began to reach up ever so slowly. That hand cupped a soft cheek, a thumb repeatedly caressing a prominent cheekbone, and not a hint of embarrassment could be felt even though it was a cause for it. It had been an unintentional movement, one that the brunet could not understand why he had done it.

 

The smooth, spoken words were laced with gentleness, sounding faraway as he allowed a trance-like state to consume him completely.

 

"I think I have heard of you somewhere. You are quite popular aren't you? I've heard that you were associated with many powerful crime lords, and such."

 

Though that fact would have been quite the shock to many other human beings, Hiroshi felt no inkling of the emotion, and only continued to stroke the male's cheekbone with his thumb absentmindedly. An unreadable look graced his features as he stared, his words flowing out in gentle waves as he stood his ground willingly despite their close proximity.

 

"What would you have me do? Though, are you sure that you wouldn't want to talk in some place that's not the restroom?"

[Tacita_Virtus]

His smile never once left his lips, not for a second, even when the slightly smaller male moved a step closer towards him, so that both males could get the scent of the other standing opposite of themselves. Violet eyes twinkle brightly, as if in accomplishment of achieving some sort of goal that he had set for himself, as he hears the brunette introduce himself as Hiroshi Tokugawa. The slightest, yet sexiest and most sultry of smiles paint itself upon his features, and his eyelids close slightly, so that long black whispy, doll like eyelashes brush against soft skin as Lelouch takes a deeper look at this 'Hiroshi' who was standing in front of him, the Japanese man all but obviously entranced by the Frenchman.

 

He takes in the words that were spoken, not once interrupting, not saying anything until the other was finished. As the other spoke, Lelouch too had picked up on the aromas that wafted towards him from Hiroshi, and even though recognition did not appear upon his face, he couldn't help but feel a slight warmth make it's path throughout his entire body, from the top of his head, to the very tip of his toes. It was a pleasant smell, that of English Lavender. As he was processing this, he blinks as suddenly his cheek was taken into Hiroshi's hand.

 

For a moment his eyes stared paralyzingly at Hiroshi, his violet gaze like an electric shock, before relaxing, a slightly amused look befixing itself into place. His skin, as the brunette was to find, was quite soft and smooth, like the petal of a silken flower. And just from that one touch, Lelouch could tell that Hiroshi had fallen captive to his spell. Not that he was proud or anything, but Lelouch could say that out of all his assets, his way of charming anybody and anyone into submission was one of his strongest playing cards.

 

"Tu pourrais dire ca, oui. You seem to be, quite...bold, mon ami. Mais j'aime ca."

 

He smiles a bit wider, a hint of the whitest pearly teeth glinting from behind perfectly shaped lips showing itself to Hiroshi as he steps back a few steps, so that they were obviously going to be moving to a different spot. Nodding in amusement, he tilts his head in a guiding manner, as had been seen done with Alphonse quite a few times. With that, he turns, so that his cheek was pulled away from the brunette's touch, and begins to walk, wanting Hiroshi to follow. As they walked down the carpeted hallway, passing many doors as they did, he looked to the blonde, then towards their guest. He says nothing though, wanting Alphonse to introduce himself, only when he was willing and ready to do so.

 

It didn't take long before they arrive at a set of large, oak double doors, with golden handles, which when opened, revealed a rather fancy and cozy appearing study. A grand desk sat in front of a roaring fire place, which a large cushioned and magnificent chair sat behind. Rows upon rows of shelves covered in books lined the walls, and where there wasn't a bookshelf, were paintings or shelves with other rather expensive looking ornate objects sat. The most impressive of all the paintings was a humongous painting of an old world style map of the world. Upon the desk were books as well, and piles and mounds of papers, loose or bound or in folders.

 

Crossing the room, the door closed behind them, Lelouch sat down in the grandiose chair, looking quite the part at that moment of a well off rich lord, motioning for Hiroshi to sit in the not quite as fancy chair that was sat in front of the desk, though it was still quite appealing to the eye. Crossing a knee over the other leg, and folding his hands together before leaning forward on the desk, shuffling papers while doing so, he looks piercingly at Hiroshi, a simmering of different things dancing in his eyes, all unreadable, but obviously there. Alphonse stood guard at the door, arms crossed over his chest.

 

"You ask what I would have you do? Well...You can work for me. That is what I want. Nothing too hard, definitely, as you aren't truly one of the men under my command, but I bet I can find work for you to do around here."

 

From the way he spoke, and the set look upon his face, it was obvious that Lelouch meant what he was saying, and eyebrow quirking as he waited for a response from the Asian. From the corner of his eye he could see a look of slight shock upon Alphonse's face, which quickly disappeared as realization set in, and settled back to his apparent usual expression of absolutely nothing at all. He too, even though it seemed as if he wasn't really paying attention, was waiting for a response, wondering just what Hiroshi would say to this.

 

Translations: 'Tu pourrais dire ca.' - 'You could say that.'

'Mais j'aime ca.' - 'But I like it.'

[AlphaZero]

- - -[9:10 P.M][Hotel Bathroom]- - -

 

 

Though the moment only lasted a short amount of time, it seemed as if they had stared at each other for hours on end, chocolate colored eyes meeting an entrancing violet. Feeling as if he was being coerced into a trap, Hiroshi tried to avert his eyes, but to no avail. They were glued to the Frenchman’s own eyes, his body defying his mind and willpower. The cheek resting upon his palm was smooth and soft, much like the texture of a silken flower, and Hiroshi couldn’t resist slightly stroking the cheekbone with his thumb in a repeated movement. The straight stare of the taller man’s became a visage laced with a barely noticeable amusement, and Hiroshi’s brown gaze flickered to the faint curve of his luscious lips. He began to purposely take mental pictures of it, remembering the faint pink hue that colored it, the sensuous curve, as well as how soft they had looked.

 

Already realizing that he had completely fallen captive to this beautiful man’s spell, Hiroshi allowed himself to be taken prisoner. It was as though, dare he say, the sexual tension had risen ten-fold as soon as he willingly let down his guard. His eyes began to move its gaze upward once more, and as soon as they met with a pair of violet orbs, the room seemed to quickly rose in temperature. His body burned as if he had been lit on fire, and soon enough loud thumps could be heard in his eardrums. In mild surprise, a reaction that was also a surprise in its itself, Hiroshi began to tremble as his body began to precipitate.

 

And he couldn’t understand why.

 

"Tu pourrais dire ca, oui. You seem to be, quite...bold, mon ami. Mais j'aime ca."

The foreign words, even though he couldn’t understand them, sounded like music to his ears--soothing, pulling, and calming in every way possible. Almond shaped eyes widened just a tinge as those perfectly shaped lips widened, allowing Hiroshi to see a hint of white, pearly teeth glinting from behind the seemingly soft flesh. The shorter male flinched in surprise, along with a hint of disappointment, as their distance increased due to Lelouch taking the initiative in stepping back a few steps, the Japanese’s hand falling back down to his side in the process. Subconsciously, Hiroshi’s lips began to crease into a pout. Just before a whimper was able to escape his throat, an action that slightly shocked him, Lelouch had turned around and began to walk out the door, beckoning the brunette to follow suit with a title of his head.

 

As the three walked leisurely down the carpeted hallway, the silence seemed...almost calming in a sense. Hiroshi then began to slow down his pace, and it was for the sole reason of wanting to see how Lelouch walked.

 

Gracefully and full of elegance, the Frenchman’s body bent and creased in perfect ways, his strides long and eloquent. Long, violet locks swayed back and forth as he walked, cascading down in sultry waterfalls and making them seem even more smooth than when Hiroshi had first thought.

 

When Lelouch had turned back to look him, Hiroshi instinctively pulled himself out from the trance the taller male’s form had on him. He stared back in perfect composure, his outward appearance a lie from what he was feeling from deep within. A mere second later, the violette had glanced at his guard, and the brunette then looked in that direction as well.

 

Blinking in confusion, Hiroshi glanced back and forth between both men, only to realize that Lelouch had turned back to the task at hand, leaving Hiroshi and the guard to stare at one another in an unflinching gaze. As awkward as it was, Hiroshi kept his gaze, waiting for the male to say something, as it looked like he had wanted to.

 

“Alphonse,” he had uttered in a monotone manner.

 

With nothing more than a curt nod to indicate the acknowledgement and that he had heard it, they walked on a few more steps until they were met with a large set of double oak doors. When opened, the study was decorated with fanciful furniture, and was cozy enough as to be the perfect place for Hiroshi to take his naps.

 

They then crossed the room, Lelouch sitting himself in a grandiose chair and looking as if he was an important lord of some sort, Hiroshi sitting in the less extravagant seat across from him, looking slightly awkward as well as emotionless, and Alphonse stood up against the door, arms crossed and poker faced, standing guard.

 

Throughout all the movements that Lelouch was making for the next few moments, all Hiroshi could do was stare in an unblinking gaze into violet eyes, allowing himself to be trapped once more for he liked the being held prisoner by this man. Different emotions and the like could be seen dancing in the violette’s eyes, and though the brunette failed in deciphering any of it, the more time they spent together, the more interested in this man he became.

 

"You ask what I would have you do? Well...You can work for me. That is what I want. Nothing too hard, definitely, as you aren't truly one of the men under my command, but I bet I can find work for you to do around here."

 

For most people, they’d have been terrified out of their wits. For most people, they wouldn’t have even had the desire to repay their debt, let alone be this insistent on following the people who had saved them even though it was clear that the situation earlier had been dangerous. It was clear what Hiroshi was getting into. It was clear that should he agree to work for this man, he’d have a higher chance of an early death.

 

But, did he care?

 

In all honesty, he did. He did care. He didn’t want to die. But for some reason, he wasn’t afraid.

 

Aside from the fact that he had pestered Lelouch into allowing him to repay his debt, Hiroshi had another incentive to accept this offer, or rather, command. Not surprisingly, he wanted to see what made this ‘lord’ tick, what made him waver his gracefulness, and most of all, he wanted to get to know this person.

 

He wanted to have this person’s presence in his life. The realization of that terrified him as much as it intrigued him. No one’s ever succeeded in making him have such interest, until now.

 

And with that, the brunette stood up from his position on the wooden chair, eyes unwavering as they gazed into the depths of Lelouch’s own eyes. They say that the eyes were the gates leading to one’s soul. Hiroshi was beginning to believe that. Whilst standing tall and proud, Hiroshi slowly began to take his steps towards Lelouch, an emotionless visage hiding the slight internal nervousness and thumping heartbeat from within.

 

Now in front of the violette, the Japanese man elegantly took to one knee as a slender right hand reached up to take Lelouch’s left hand. Gaze still unflinching, Hiroshi moved his head forward, only to lean down before he placed a short kiss on the soft, smooth skin of the back of Lelouch’s hand.

 

Now, even Hiroshi could label the situation as ‘exceptionally weird.’ It was solely because of his mere perception that Lelouch was definitely like a ‘Lord’, and thus he couldn’t resist the urge to treat him like one.

 

In a voice that was so monotonous that one would think he was actually quite serious, accompanied by an all-too-serious facial expression, Hiroshi’s dry humor took charge.

 

“Yes, my Lord,” he said in a butler-like manner.

 

And not a moment too soon, booming voices from behind the double oak doors could be heard. Loud footsteps stomped against the hallway ground and echoed against the walls. The silence that soon came after alerted Hiroshi enough to force him to be on his guard.

 

And then, with the instincts close to that of a lion, the brunette lunged, arms flying out as Hiroshi’s body knocked over Lelouch along the grandiose chair he had been sitting on ever so gracefully. Brown eyes swiftly glanced up a second later, only to witness something silver flying through the oaken doors and lodging itself in one of the wooden bookcases.

 

The bullet had missed Alphonse by a few centimeters.

[Tacita_Virtus]

His expression didn't change once as he waited for an answer from Hiroshi. An answer that he knew would be accepting of what he'd told the Japanese man. There was no way that the brown haired male would be able to resist him, his persona was simply too alluring, and just from the way that the smaller individual gazed at him, Lelouch could tell that he had another captivated and caught under his spell. Another pawn in which he could use for this game that he was playing. However, this pawn was different. One that he would keep safe...sacrificing him was not an option. Not in the least.

 

Violet eyes watch as Hiroshi got up from the chair he was sitting in to come around the desk, then kneel down in front of him. He allows his hand to be taken,m but was slightly surprised as it was lifted, and brought to the brunettes's lips, feeling as it was kissed. And the words after...made him know. A satisfied look made it's way in to his eyes, as he confirmed his thoughts. Knowing for a fact that this man was his. For good. There was no mistake in the sound of that voice, the way he spoke.

 

However, what he had not been expecting was to suddenly being shoved out of his chair and to the floor, with Hiroshi over him. He'd looked up and watched the path of the silver bullet, turning his face slightly with a grimace as it wedged itself in one of the bookshelves, a bit of splintered wood coming off of it due to the impact. He looks over at Alphonse, saw the shock on his face, the blonde having barely dodge the bullet as it was shot through the door. Alphonse was about to get up from where he'd dropped to, but Lelouch shakes his head. Raising a hand to his lips, he glances at Hiroshi. There was no way this boy was going to die, right when he got him.

 

Standing up, he pulls out his own specially made silver piece from the holster at his waist, raising it up. He knew that whoever the assailant was, no doubt, thought it was just him in the room, and most likely thought he was dead. But, that was not the case. And whoever it was...was about to learn that lesson. In a very painful way. The shuffling of feet told him that there was more than one person out there in the hallway, waiting. For some sign of what happened within the study. Just perfect. Knowing this, he takes out the second pistol from it's place, raising it as well.

 

And, without another word, shoots, aiming straight for the hole that the first bullet had come from, the silver from his piece slipping straight through it, and hitting it's target. He doesn't stop, and shoots three more times, precisely, carefully, and each hitting what it was aimed for. The sounds of bodies hitting the floor was music to his ears, and he knew it was over, before it had even begun. Lowering his guns, he steps out from behind the desk.

 

Still silent, he walks over to the door, opening it, and exposing to the rest of the room four dead bodies of men. The expression the entire time this had taken place on Lelouch's face was deadly, but in the same time...it was one of strange, menacing beauty. How someone could look so grand and terrifying at the same time no one would know, but somehow Lelouch managed to pull it off, and perfectly. Placing the guns back in their holsters, he sighs softly. These men had a lot of nerve...he knew who they were...and thought they were smarter than this.

 

Turning to look at Hiroshi and Alphonse, he nods, his hair swaying gently behind him. Alphonse had finally gotten to his feet, and walks up to Lelouch. Not saying anything, but giving him a slight smile. He then looks over at Hiroshi, and even though he wasn't sure why his boss had picked the malke, he was sure glad that this man had been there today. Or else Lelouch might have been history. So...for that, he was grateful. Lelouch looks to the Japanese male as well, and takes a deep breath, before speaking up.

 

"Merci, Hiroshi. If you hadn't been here, well, I don't think I would be anymore. I knew that bringing you here was a good choice. Good job."

 

He smirks, a glinting in his eye forming, and he was back to his usual casual sexy expression as he gazes at Hiroshi. Then he turns his attention to Alphonse, telling him to let the others know what was going on, and to keep an eye out for any more pests that might be lurking around. Alphonse nods, a little reluctant to leave his boss's side, but knowing that he should be fine. He leaves the room, and it was just Hiroshi and himself.

 

"Back to business. Hiroshi, would you rather stay at your house? I have plenty of rooms here, so if you would like, you can come live here. I'd rather you take my offer and live here, that way I can keep a...closer...eye on you."

 

He smirks again, tilting his head just slightly. Wondering how Hiroshi would take what he'd just said. Different people rendered things differently. Whatever his thoughts were on this particular thing though, well, it would be amusing no matter what it was. He then goes on to offer to show him the room if he was interested, before having to make his choice.