[M]Are you the enemy?(Snow)

[iAnubis]

"C'mere, so I can smash your face against the wall until you stop breathing~"

 

Name: Desmond Aracard Dessu

 

Nickname: Des, Red, Wrath

 

Age: Around 20

 

It was a particular rainy day and a red head watching it fall from his place, next to a window at a shallow shady bar. He swirled around his drink before placing his head down and listened to the low music, hard to hear because of others meaningless chatters and the sound of pool being played. Desmond tisked when he smelled smoke near him and slowly rose his head, looking for the culprit who lit that foul smelling garbage. His eyes caught sight of a male standing near the window next to him and he narrowed his eyes. He then rest his cheek on his fist. "'Cuse me asshole, mind smoking that shit somewhere else. I'd like my lungs to be smoke free." he grumbled as he rose. When the male just looked at him and snorted, Desmond smirked and he glanced at his glass. He walked over and plucked the cancer stick from the man and dropped it right onto the floor before stomping it. "Did that get my point across?" he asked with a smile.

 

The smoker looked pretty pissed as he cracked his knuckles. "Yer gunna pay fer that one pretty boy." The red head grinned as he got a crazed look in his eyes. He picked up his glass and ducked the fist that came his way. He dodged another before he kicked the guy in the gut hard with his boot causing the buffer male to bend over. Desmond took the opening and then smashed the glass against the pothers teeth with force. At the sight of blood he chuckled and punched the male in the face to end it. He set the glass down and slapped money on the table before he left. As the rain poured down on him he sighed and dialed a particular number.

 

When the other party answered, he sighed. "Meet me up at the bar... I'm too buzzed to freakin drive."

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

Eyes gazed blatantly out of the window to a rather worn down apartment complex, watching as the rain fell continuously outside. The weather had been like this for quite some time now, and from what it appeared, wasn't going to change any time soon. A sigh escapes the lips of the individual, quite content with the silence that enveloped him, though that of course doesn't last long as his cell phone lights up as it rings. A familiar voice could be heard on the other end, and without an answer, he hangs up. Why did things always have to be like this?

 

Standing from the old armchair in which he'd been lounging, the male with bluish black hair crossed the room, picking up a set of keys and a jacket, slipping it on before heading outside and locking the front door. Going to where a rather expensive car was sitting on the edge of the street, he gets in, turning it on and heading in the direction of the bar, the one in which he knew where the other would be waiting.

 

It didn't take too long to arrive, and, parking, he gets out, shielding his eyes against the rain, which, in the dark, appeared to be glowing ever so slightly, an eerie neon electric blue. Stepping forward, he spots his quarry, and goes over to him. "Did you decide to beat up another person? I swear, sometimes you push the limit...though, I commend you at the same time. Idiot." He smirks, and raises an eyebrow at the other male, noticing the blood that dotted the other's clothes, which confirmed what he'd guessed.

 

"Well, we can go now..." He heads back to the car without another word, slipping once more into the driver's seat, waiting for the red head to join him, thumbs tapping impatiently on the steering wheel. His glowing blue eyes glanced around, taking in every single detail, and to anyone not accustomed to those set of ice cold, eerily glowing eyes, it was enough to unsettle them, as it wasn't quite normal for eyes to glow.

 

A Fantasy of Blue

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Name:青 空想

Name Translation/Meaning: Ao Genso/Blue Fantasy

Nickname: Blue Blood, Ao Kira (Blue Killer), Aoki

Age: 20

Birthday: November 28th

Gender: Male

Race: Looks human. But is he?

Ethnicity: Japanese

Home Country: Japan

Sexuality: Bisexual

Position: Uke/Seke

Occupation: Murderer, thief, extortionist, etc.

 

Appearance:

Height: 5' 5"

Weight: 132 lbs

Eyes: A variety of blues, reminding one of the ocean. They glow slightly, and because of this unique quality, it is the basis for nearly all of his nicknames. Has black eyelashes, and thin black eyebrows.

Hair: Blue black in color, it is quite long for a male, some of it reaching down to about the bottom of his neck, right where his shoulders and neck meet. It also frames his cheeks and chin, and his bangs are so long they reach his lips.

Skin: Slightly tanned but still on the pale side; very soft and subtle to the touch, like the petals to a flower

Body: Thin, but very strong

Markings/Tattoos/Scars/Etc: Several scars line his body, but none that are visible. Has a tattoo on his lower back on the right side of a blue rose.

Clothing: Wears anything and everything, though his favorite is a white button up collared white long sleeve shirt, with a plaid blue coat over it, with greyish blue skinny jeans and black and white Converse shoes.

Jewelry/Etc: Has the remains to a pair of hand cuffs that he wears as bracelets.

Other: Body

 

 

Personality: Playing the part, he can either be sweet as honey or as bitter as salt. Not one to be crossed on a bad day, and hardly even on a good one, those who deal with Ao had better be careful in what they say and what they do, or one wrong turn might end with them being buried ten feet under the ground, or worse...

 

Saying:"I believe you wish to continue this fantasy in which you created within your mind, don't you? That's just too bad, because I am going to take you with me, into my own, this blue world of mine, and stain it with red. The crimson red paint made of your blood. Don't struggle...it'll hurt less if you just submit yourself to the fact that you're going to die...Sweet, quiet, and beautiful...like a rose."

 

Background: For a good part of Ao's life, he was deep in what seemed like a coma, asleep nonstop, unable to talk or move or anything else. Nearly ten years he went through this, and when he woke up something happened that no one had thought would. Right as his eyes opened, Ao murdered every single person in the clinic in which he'd been staying: doctor, nurse, and patient alike, no one was spared.

 

For the life that followed the stay in the hospital, he spent it doing terrible deeds, becoming one of the most notorious criminals known to mankind. Murdering, stealing, espionage, you name it, he did it, and for a price. This was what he wanted, he didn't care about rules or justice. And Ao kept on going.

 

Extras/Other:

*Specialty is handguns and knives

*Is exceedingly advanced in his knowledge of any sort of electronic, drive, etc. Got a firewall? He can break through it. Got a defense system for your home? He can hack through. Probably one of the world's greatest hackers.

*Has a high I.Q.

*Doesn't seem quite human.

*Has an infinity towards electricity, light and fire

*Has a specially custom made revolver that was designed just for him

*More revealed I.C.

Likes:

*Music: Anything really, except for country music and rap

*Crime: Murder, theft, cyber crimes, you name it, he loves it.

*Evening, cool and colds days, and night time

*Anything to do with fear: He may look the innocent type, but he's definitely not

*Flowers: Yes flowers. But he likes them in a way no one would understand.

*More Revealed

 

Dislikes:

*Daytime during the summer

*Pathetically stupid and idiotic individuals: If they can't kill and be able to hide a body, he'd want nothing to do with them.

*Crowds

*Losing to others: Nothing annoys him more when his competition outdoes him

*

*More Revealed

Theme Song(s):

His eyes glow like this

[iAnubis]

Desmond tisked when he was hung up on. He slipped the phone back in his pocket and just stood there in the rain. Letting it fall against his face and hair. He loved the rain. It was nice in his opinion. He pushed his wet hair out of his face when he saw Ao. He turned to face the shorter an just snorted at him before he licked his lips. "Hn. Why does is matter if I did or not?" he asked as he looked up at the sky. When he felt a rain drop fall into his eye. He smirked. "Ao. You and I are on different levels. You probably have sanity left in you and shit. Maybe even morals. But, I, I don't give a fuck. I'll push and push until I end up dead." He looked back at the male. "I do things, just because I can. I want to see how far I can go. No purpose." Des took a deep breath before he walked to the car, taking his time.

 

The red head got in and closed the door before he laid back and pushed the chair back, kicking his feet up on the dashboard. He took his switch blade from his pocket and started to play with it. "Next time you hang up on me. I'll slit your throat... maybe bash your head into a wall." he muttered half heartedly. "I'm bored now." he stared out the window as he ran his fingers against the cool blade.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

Ao didn't respond when spoken to, not at first anyways, and only waited to say his piece once the red head had gotten in the car as well, and the engine had been started. He had a slightly bemused expression on his face as he began to drive, before speaking up, his voice hiding the sarcasm intended in the words he spoke. "You speak as if you're the only one who is crazy...Or has been deemed crazy by the public eye for the most part." Glancing over at Desmond, Ao smirks a tiny bit, before continuing. "We all have our secrets...even you and I, ones were aren't willing to share with even one another. Just remember that before saying I might or might not be more sane than you."

 

He then chuckles at the comment, rolling his eyes. "You know, as appealing as that sounds to me, I doubt you'd be able to survive without me. I mean, come on...who else would push you to your limit and make you keep going further...? Even though he said that, Ao kept a close eye on the glint of the blade in Desmond's hands. He didn't think Des would try anything stupid...but right now, who knew? The guy was drunk. As for the bored situation, he gets a sneaky smile on his face this time, a glimmer of cruel and devious mischief in his already glowing eyes.

 

"Oh really? Well...I think I might know a fun game that might put your boredom at bay..." He laughs softly. "That is...if you're up for it..." He says this in a teasing manner, before parking in front of the apartment, the lights going out from the console of the car, leaving them in near total darkness, the only light coming from Ao's glowing blue eyes. "What do you say? Are you game?"

[iAnubis]

"I wouldn't share any of my deep dark secrets with you. Mmm... but who knows if I even have secrets." he mumbled to himself before he sighed. Des kept playing with the blade. He stopped when Ao stated that he would not be able to live without him. His eyes turned dark and he laughed. He then shook his head. "Don't assume anything. At any given time. I survived on my own just fine for a while. And riding solo is always easy. So, little Ao, Maybe one day you will wake up with a knife in your heart or your outsides spilling out. Just never assume that I "need" you nor that I "want" you." The red head closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I only need the voices in my head to keep going." he tisked and clucked his tongue.

 

Desmond didn't say anything for a while before he opened his eyes. His red eyes adjusted to the dark and he looked out the window. It was mostly empty. "A game? What kind of game? I don't play just any games." he informed in a sing song voice. Desmond tucked his switch blade in his pocket and whistled lowly.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

A sneaky grin grows on Ao's face, and leans close to Desmond, nearly blending in with the dark itself, the only thing giving himself away being his eyes. His mouth was right next to the red head's ear when he spoke up, his voice in a taunting whisper, edgy and cruel sounding, but...in a satisfactory way. If there was something the two of them could agree on, it was this sort of thing...Cruelty at it's finest, to one another. "It's simple...If you can catch me...you can do things you want to me...just use your imagination."

 

He chuckles softly, before lightly licking the side of Demond's neck, seconds later he was out of reach, no longer in the car. No, instead, he was sitting on the hood of the car, staring in through the windshield at the other male, a cocky grin on his face, sharp razor like teeth glinting in the one street light on that particular street. 'Catch me if you can...' He mouths, before taking off once more, moving at a speed almost inhuman. There was one main reason why he was doing this in the first place. To distract him from something that had happened earlier that day, and also...because he liked teasing Desmond.

 

Inside the apartment, he leaves the doors unlocked. The entire run down complex was at their disposal, as Ao and Desmond were currently residing in a run down part of town, where no one, not even homeless people or half way decent criminals would ever dare set foot. So, all in all, they had pretty much the whole block to themselves. Which was good enough for them. Ao thinks of where to go first, and decides the roof would be the best spot. He had a couple of tricks up his sleeve...

[iAnubis]

Desmond sighed as he watched the other leave. He shook his head and leaned back in the chair. He was debating weather or not to even play this game. He started playing with the knife in his pocket as he looked out at the rain. It was slowing down now. He wanted it to rain harder, maybe even storm. The red head ran his hand through his hair. He would "play" along, but at his own pace. He wasn't in a rush. He opened the car door before he stepped out and closed the car door. He'd have to go back to the bar later. He left the car he borrowed there. As the rain fell down his face, he smiled. It felt so good.

 

Desmond stepped into the apartment and walked down the halls, his foot steps echoing through the empty hall. All the while he played with his knife. "Telling me, I can do anything. Hn. My imagination. Playing with his insides sound like fun. Tying his intestines in a knot. So much things." he told himself. But most likely, he wouldn't do anything but cut the male. Carve symbols. He would do the whole intestines thing to his victim tonight. Midnight was a great hour to find victims.

 

The red head made his way to the roof and stopped when he saw the other. "Why here?" he asked with a cock of his head. "Do you want to commit suicide together or something?" he asked with a smirk and then he laughed as he pulled his knife out again. "How about a murder suicide?"

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

Face to the sky, rain falling on his cheeks, Ao hums to himself, twirling slowly in that rain that was falling, enjoying the way the cool water felt on his skin. He felt the darkness deep within his soul begin to stir, and the moment he stops moving, and opens his eyes to look towards the door that led up to the roof, his eyes seemed to be glowing even brighter than usual, a sinister glint shimmering from within. A sly grin forms upon his lips, sharp teeth glinting in the half light from the street lamp down below.

 

"Why here you ask? Well for one, you haven't quite accomplished the goal of the game. You may have found me but..." He hops up onto the edge of the building, perching there like a bird, one hand held up with a single finger up, the rest curled down. "You haven't caught me yet." His face breaks out into a wicked and twisted smile, eyes filled with cruelty and slight insanity. "You see...I wanted to mess with your head a little bit." He begins to laugh, and without another moments hesitation, falls backward off the roof, waving 'goodbye' to Desmond.

 

He was gone from view, and within moments the sound of a body could be heard hitting the ground below, but if one looked down from the roof, there would be no one to be seen laying on the grass. Instead, it was void of life, nothing there, empty. No, Ao was not dead. He should be, or at least seriously hurt, but that he was not. No, Ao was special, in more ways than one. He could survive what most humans could not.

 

Once again inside, the blue eyed individual moves around, hiding, waiting, a dagger in one hand, and his signature custom made revolver in the other, which Ao had named バラのキラー : Bara no kirā, or Killer of Roses. A beautiful name in his opinion. He waited, hiding in the shadows, ready to pounce the moment Desmond came into the room. There was no way that red head was going to get away without getting a little bit of pain before he got to do what he wanted with Ao. Not if Ao could help it.

[iAnubis]

Desmond watched the other male fall back. He stood there a while before he walked to the edge and looked down. When he saw nothing, he sighed and looked around. It was weird. He didn't think humans could survive that. Well it wasn't impossible. If he jumped, he would break a knee or shatter all his bones. Sounded so painful, but it was ok. Pain was pleasure to him. He closed his eyes and sighed. He wondered for a moment about what he was told.

 

"You lack empathy."

 

Why should he care about others*or being in their shoes.

 

"You don't have remorse."

 

No regrets. He enjoyed that one.

 

"You have no understanding nor regards of humans. You're a walking dead man."

 

And what was wrong with that? Walking amongst the living as a dead man. The risk was exciting.

 

"Can you even love?!

 

Love was for pathetic people who enjoyed simple things. There wasn't even such a thing as love. It was lust. Lust... or maybe love was something else. He didn't need such a thing in his life. All he needed was this life style. He could kill... and the look on their faces when they died made him feel so... alive. He inwardly chuckled at his little joke. Coming out of his thoughts, Des spotted a stray cat. He wished it were a person. Tomorrow he would go visit Veronica. He needed some cash among other things. Oh that's right he was suppose to be playing a game.

 

The red head walked back inside. He was all wet. He better change or he would catch something like a fever or a stupid cold. He'd rather have a fever. Desmond walked down the steps one at a time as he cut traced the blade on his palms. He could cut himself deeply. But he didn't. He stopped and looked around before he sat down on the last step to take off his shoes and socks. He then took off his shirt. "I'm not playing anymore. I need to change clothing." he grumbled as he stood up again. He went to his room and fumbled around for something dry to wear. "I really need to go shop for more clothes." They always got ruined, burned, lost, or torn apart. He should be more careful... If he cared.

[~*~FaLlEn*SnOw~*~]

Ao was beginning to think that Desmond would never come back inside, and was beginning to grow bored Even so, he does not move from where he was hiding, instead keeping to the shadows. He'd make that bastard pay for keeping him waiting, if it was one of the very last things he ever did. Though, in all honesty, it would be much harder for the red head to kill him, Ao, than it usually did for any normal human being. Sighing ever so softly, he shifts a tiny bit in the corner where he was positioned, staring through the darkness, waiting for his quarry to make its appearance.

 

And, right as his annoyance meter was beginning to tick from slightly ticked off to mildly piffed, the door opens. A sadistic and rather animal like grin forms on his face, razor sharp teeth showing just how different he was to anyone else. Only as the red head walked over to the pile of clothing, apparently looking for something dry to wear, does Ao pull the trigger; he'd had the gun cocked and loaded before the male appeared, knowing the sound would alert Desmond to his position, and thus eliminated that possibility.

 

A bullet flies at the speed of sound, and within a split second pierces straight through the red head's shoulder, going from entrance at the back, to exit at the front, and continuing on it's path, straight through the wall, leaving a small hole where it'd gone. There would be no reaction time, they were in a small area, so Desmond would have no chance in even getting in the way. Red blood splatters the floor, and Ao laughs from where he was perched. Which was in the corner of the room, up near the ceiling, using the two merging walls as support, body almost suspended with nothing to hold him there. It was as if gravity didn't even effect him.

 

"That's what you get for fucking making me wait, bastard red head." Dropping to the floor, gun still in hand, he chucks a wad of clothes at the other. It had been a pointless feet for Desmond to even have looked around. Before he'd come to this room, Ao had taken all the clean clothes, and the dirty one's he'd dampened slightly with water from the faucet of the bathroom that conjoined with this bedroom. "Looks like you lose. Forfeiting the game means you concede to defeat. I win. Pay up. You should know that rule by now..."

 

Grinning with cruelty, he looks at Desmond with expectancy. For as long as he could remember, he and Desmond had littled matches here and there like this. He might not have called them 'games' at the time, but the outcome was always the same, the rules were solid. One versus the other, if one won, the other had to give the winning member something. Didn't matter what, money, weapons, something else. And, forfeit, or deciding not to complete the task, was, like he'd said, pretty much the same as admitting defeat.

 

"So, what are you going to give to me this time? If I remember right, the tallied score is 7 to 4, in favor of myself. You're not as good as I thought you'd be...I'm a little disappointed..." With his free hand not holding his gun, he reaches into his pocket, grasping at something. He was more than ready for retaliation from the red head. Because no doubt the other would be severely pissed off about being shot. Though from what Ao had seen from observation, the red head rather didn't mind pain...