Back alley

@jeon jungkook Namjoon stood stalk still. "I didn't mean to see them killing him... I didn't mean to see them take everything he had. It wasn't my fault." He whimpered. He watched Jungkook carefully. He coul basically see the conflict in his eyes. He didn't want to leave him there to fight all those guys... He stepped back once as Jungkook suggested he hide. "But... But you'll get hurt." He said, not wanting to look like he still cared but... He does.

Of course he still knows where the apartment is. It used to be his favorite place to go. Now it's going to be his safe haven. He turned to look for an escape route and spotted a fire escape. He turned to Jungkook. "Be careful." He said. He slipped any weapon he had into the others pocket. He took off to the fire escape. He heard pained cries behind him. He said boy to look back. Namjoon took one last look and sprinted up the fire escape to the top and to the other side. He scaled the building and made a run for Jungkook's apartment. He felt for his keys. Yes, he has a key... He forgot to give it to Jungkook years ago. He unlocked the door and ran in, locking it back up behind him. He curled up on the couch and began to sob. Because of him Jungkook will get hurt. He stared at the cuts on his arms. Some only a few hours old and some years old. He clung to a pillow as he cried and fell asleep on the same couch where they used to cuddle together. All he thought about what Jungkook and how he wanted him to be okay...

@kim namjoon "You...didn't mean to see?" The boy repeated, somewhat suspiciously. There was this nagging feeling in his stomach that there was more to the story than Namjoon was letting on. If that was true, then why wouldn't the younger boy feel like he wouldn't tell him the truth? 'You are his ex boyfriend, Jungkook.' His traitorous mind supplied, eliciting a small growl from the boy's throat and glared at the men now standing at the entrance of the alleyway. There was no turning back now, it was either continue to run or stay and fight. Jungkook knew he wouldn't take on that many people at one, but he was going to try; not for himself, but for Namjoon. "If you do not want to get hurt Namjoon, I suggest you hide a place to hide somewhere behind me." 'Or you can just run away and not look bad, not matter what happens to him.' The rest of the sentence was left unsaid. He thought of ways he remain unscathed without having to complete confront of the group by the entrance way. They would most likely follow him out if Jungkook decided to suddenly ran away, but that meant leaving Namjoon alone in an alleyway. . "......I'm so ed."

He didn't have anything on him that he could use as a makeshift weapon. "Listen to me," He muttered, keeping his eyes glued onto the group as they walked closer and closer to the pair. Things wasn't look too bright. But he'd be damned if he allowed his ex boyfriend to get hurt in front of him. It was bad enough they ended on a bad note years ago, but still. If Jungkook could prevent it, he would try even if it costed him his life. "Do you remember where my apartment is? The same one I took you to all these years ago? When I tell you to run, I want you to run to my apartment and stay there until I arrive, do you understand me? Do not look back," and biting his lower lip, Jungkook moved his gaze over to Namjoon and flashed him a warm smile. "Do not turn back no matter what you hear. Please." And without allowing the younger male time to respond to his command, Jungkook dashed forward.

@jeon jungkook Namjoon didn't know what to say. "J-Jungkook..." He stuttered. His voice was clearly showing how scared he was. He didn't want to tell the other. "I... I may have... Run into something that I shouldn't have... Saw to much..." His breathing became uneven as his panic increased. There was no way he was telling the other about his group. Not that it mattered. He was leaving them anyways. The men were now at the entrance to the alley. "N-No. I... I didn't mean to see anything. It wasn't my fault. I wanted to leave!" His world was spinning. His past was in front of him, along with his worst heartbreak ever, and these men are trying to kill him. "He saw to much! Don't let him leave!" One of them yelled. "At least not alive." Namjoon whimpered softly. He wasn't really built for this type of situation. He looked at the reason he joined this life, the man in front of him, he didn't want to be hurt again. The man had left Namjoon behind. But here he is...
Looking like he's ready to kill someone.

@kim namjoon A young boy walked aimlessly down the street, wearing a black hoodie–that blocked his features from noisy strangers–and a black pair of ripped skinny jeans. He kept his eyes forward, it wasn't unusual for something bad to happen around these parts of town. Especially in the back of an alleyway. Some bad took place in this very alleyway, apparently an entire group of fourteen young gang members were brutally murdered. The sound of screaming caught the brunette's attention, he turned his head in a random general direction and narrowed his eyes in suspicion. 'What in the world could be going on?' He thought, mentally scolding himself for trying to figure out the source of the screaming. Wasn't the whole point of keeping a low profile meant that he wouldn't get involved in other people's messes anymore? The boy shook his head and exhaled, turning on his heels to walk away as fast as he could from the scene before him when something slammed into him.

The sudden impact nearly sent the young teen onto his , he flailed his arms a bit to try and regain his footing once more. "What the hell..." He groaned, lifting a hand up to rub at his chest. "Would you watch were you are– Wait a minute." Jungkook gaped. There standing before him was someone he never thought he would see again, at least not so soon. And yet here he was. "Namjoon?" He called out, raising an eyebrow when those same scream was seemingly getting closer and closer by the minute. Are those people after the younger male? But why? "....What did you do, Namjoon? What in the ing hell did you do to get those people are you, huh?" He knew something wasn't right, not with the way the younger male was trembling like a leaf and the fact that he looked like he was two seconds away from panicking. Whatever Namjoon had gotten himself involved in, it wasn't good and Jungkook wasn't the type of person to allow someone he cared about–even if that same person broke his heart years ago–to get hurt in front of him. "...."

@jeon jungkook Namjoon sprinted down the sidewalk. He had just gotten into some trouble with a group of... Bad people. 'Oh ...' He thought. His heart raced as he ran. He hadn't been in trouble like this before. His group and bailed on him now he's being chased. He rounded a corner and continued to sprint forward. He could hear them yelling behind him. 'I'm so dead!' He screamed in his head. He tied into an alley and ran into a hard chest. "I am so sorry-." He said. He looked up and saw a face he hadn't seen in a while. His stomach dropped. The yelling got closer and he immediately began to freak out.

@kenta sakurai Hesitantly, one small hand reached for the proud , his slender fingers enveloping the man's girth. Nervously, timidly, as if checking if this really was 'okay', Kaoru peered up at the man. A pink tongue swiped over his lips, softening them. The dark glare directed towards him had effectively scared the Japanese into willingly servicing the other. The man's threat ringing in his ears, Kaoru began... very... carefully. Parting his glossy lips, he dragged his wet tongue along the man's length. Reaching the head, he dug the tip of his muscle into the slit. All the while his large eyes were turned up, nervously examining the other's reaction to his movements. His free hand began to gently roll the man's balls in his palm. The boy felt like he was walking on eggshells, but there was also the part of him thathad been craving to do things like this all week.

Kaoru wrapped his lips firmly the man's and let just the head slip into his warm, wet cavern. Lashes fluttering, he pressed his tongue flat against the bottom side of the pulsing thing and hard. Steadily, he began to bob his head back and forth, taking in more of the man's with every forward movement. Tilting his head to the side to get at the man's from different angles, his hot tongue kept dancing against the other's sensitive skin. His eyes were still glued to the man's face.

@kenta sakurai "...Eh?" The man was Japanese too? Kaoru didn't have a lot of time to remain surprised, twitching at the little nip. His expression almost immediately turned into one of embarrassment at the other's foreboding words. Blushing heavily, flustered, he turned his head to one side in an attempt to hide the pinkish hue that had crept onto his cheeks. Why did it suddenly feel so hot...? Squirming, he pressed his lips into a thin line and glanced up at the man, batting his lashes nervously. He had stopped crying, but his blush grew stronger at the close proximity between himself and the other. He certainly felt like crying again.

Kaoru's heart was up in his throat by now, or at least that was what it felt like. His chest rose and fell unsteadily, his breath hitched when teeth gently sunk into his lower lip, his entire body tensing up. He knew what was coming now, he could even count down the seconds to the exact moment where this man took his lips into his own. His hands had long since stopped trying to free his neck, now there were just trying to keep his shirt down and any invading hands out. Kaoru couldn't keep up with all the things this man was doing to him, his resistance rendered ineffective from how flustered the domineering kiss, the hand at his neck, the hands on his body and... that... were making him. His body was heating up, melting under the man's touch and it was reminding him with what objective he had come out today in the first place. He could feel the man's against him, setting off waves and waves of butterflies inside him. The petite male was restless, whimpering and writhing in the man's hands and before he knew it, he was tearing up once more, but, more importantly, half-erect. Finally, partly from arousal, partly because of the man's overwhelming, intense aura, his legs gave out. If not for the brick wall at his backand the hands on his body, he would have stumbled to the ground. Nonetheless, his momentary falter succeeded in separating their two bodies. With his large, black orbs Kaoru peered at the fellow Japanese... a confused mix of arousal, embarrassment and fear glittering in his puffy eyes. He was panting slightly, his lips glossy and swollen.

@kenta sakurai The pressure of strong fingers wrapping around his neck was what ripped the boy out of his trance. Kaoru immediately lowered his eyes and instinctively tried to move away, but the hold on him was solid. A sense of panic filled him. He had been caught and, somehow, the thought shocked him. The Japanese tried repeatedly to pull himself away as he saw the man bend down towards him, but he never dared to pull too hard so it ended up only being for show. His tearful gaze was locked to the dirt on the ground. His trembling hands had left his top. Kaoru wanted to try to pry the binding hand off of his slender neck, but his fingers were trembling and did nothing but tug a little at the iron grip. "A-ah!" Kaoru cried out softly, his quivering voice barely a whimper when that deep, dark voice sounded right next to him. He wasn't moving much, but he felt restless, nervous and very insecure. The warm breath tickling his ear and the lasting impression of the man's almost hypnotizing voice made him so. His legs felt weak.

Then, he was turned around and forced to face the man. Kaoru was resisting, but eventually his torso had been twisted so much his lower body had to follow. His breathing was unstable, his pink lips trembling and pearls of water clung to his long lashes. He could barely understand a word the man said over the sound of his own heartbeat. The small Japanese was visibly uncomfortable when the man started to rake that piercing stare across his body. Kaoru was standing, but he felt like he was cowering, trying to make himself as small and unnoticable as possible before this predator. Yes- this was precisely why this encounter frightened him so much. The man made him feel like prey, hunted to be entirely consumed by the hunter. Kaoru was suffocating. He wasn't, physically, but the oppressive feeling this man radiated, had him mentally thirsting for a breath of fresh air. He couldn't take it, how this man was looking at him. A nervous tear spilled out and trickled down his cheek.

Once again, the Japanese cried out in a panic when he was suddenly against the brick wall. The unexpected collision had knocked the air out of his lungs, his tears were flowing freely now. Gasping, whimpering, his lithe body trembling before the man, Kaoru was close to hyperventilating. He was on display, food that had served itself on a silver platter. A sense of desperation had set inthat was entirely foreign to the Japanese. Like something terrible would happen if he let this man touch him. His fingers, although still trembling and weak, incessantly yanked at that hand at his neck that was making him feel so vulnerable and opressed. Those eyes were killing him. That voice was invading his mind, consuming him. "It's scary! I'm not a girl! Please let me go!", the boy called out, begged amidst pitiful whimpers. It was a ridiculous request and he was 99% sure it wouldn't work, but one could always try... Under all the stress, Kaoru had accidentally spoken in Japanese, but he didn't bother to translate his words for the man. There wasn't much else he would be saying in such a situation.

@kenta sakurai Kaoru felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. He could feel the presence approaching him, who had come to a halt, but he didn't dare turn around. A cold shudder randown his spine. This felt different from the usual. This wasn't just a random drunk dude, he could sense it. And then he heard that voice- he was expecting the man to speak and yet he visibly flinched. It sounded so... dark. His teeth sank further into his supple lips, muffling a tiny whimper that had escaped him. Kaoru didn't reply, entirely consumed with thoughts of worry, fear and... some curiousity, he had to admit. He did this alot... He was supposed to be used to this... He had been fine last time, so why did this person feel so intimidating? His hands were still latched onto his clothing, finding some comfort there, but the gaze he felt piercing through his body still had him trembling. The Japanese was hyperaware of every movement the man made. Kaoru was frozen. He even stopped breathing when the presence appeared right behind him. The fingers that ran through his hair brushed against his nape by accident and set his skin on fire. The air felt heavy and stifling, as if it were pressing him to the ground and binding him where he stood. Tears pooled in his eyes. He did not respond. He couldn't, no sound would come out. This was more scary than usual. Why? Perhaps it was how calm the man seemed, his confidence, and... his voice. For a split second, Kaoru played with the thought of escaping. This very unusual encounter greatly unsettled him, but he had indeed led the man to the perfect spot. He was too good at this. ...No. This was going to be just like usual., he thought to himself. No it wasn't, who was he kidding. This man was too scary. His aura was too dark. It reminded him of his brother, Minpha, whenever he was in a terrible mood. That was a very dangerous time to be around him.

Kaoru had moved on from his lips and was now biting down on the insides of his cheek to stop any tears from spilling. His gaze was restless and moist, darting about wildly. What should he do? What should he do? What should he dooo? Very, very carefully, as if handling an easily irritable wild animal, Kaoru turned his head to look up at the man with large eyes. His tense expression faltered slightly at the sight before him. Handsome. Tall. Dangerous. In that order, the Japanese got his first visual impression of his presumed attacker. He looked beyond great, but he had those sharp eyes that always made Kaoru so nervous. Without noticing, he had been staring at the man like a frightened rabbit for several seconds now. Why was a person like that doing this? Surely he would have much easier ways to find a partner... he didn't have to go through the trouble of stalking Kaoru. It was weird. He didn't know what to say, or whether he should even say anything.

@kenta sakurai Kaoru breathed out shakily, his small hands nervously clutching at the fabric of his top. This part was always the most nerve-wrecking. It would be terrible if he lost this one.

Someone had been following him for the past couple minutes, from the bar area which the Japanese had passed through. He could hear soft footsteps... he could even feel eyes penetrating his body. As strange as that sounded, it made his heart flutter with excitement and anticipation. Kaoru really wanted to take a peek and look what kind of person it was this time, but he didn't dare to lest his follower got intimidated and gave up. He had to pretend like he was totally oblivious. And so, gnawing on his lower lip, the male silently led the stranger into the darker, more empty alleyways of the city.

Almost a week had passed since his last excursion and Kaoru was feeling a little needy. Ever since coming to this city he was either dragged around by his brother Minpha, or had to otherwise keep his brother company. At long last only tonight he had managed to sneak out without any bodyguards to sabotage his endeavors. Doing this, wandering the dangerous parts of a dangerous town in search of dangerous people, was, obviously, not the safest way to satisfy himself. Frankly, it was scary. Kaoru never knew when he would meet a person who didn't plan on letting him go after, or even letting him live. He had tried carrying a weapon with him just in case, but whenever his would-be-assailants saw it, they would either become more hostile or give up... It really wasn't easy, baiting potential rapists. While he did feel a bit scared every time he did this, but the thought of finding a partner like normal people - via clubs and bars - was even more frightening.

With small steps he turned into an alley he knew to be entirely abandoned. No one would bother them here, this was the perfect place to 'attack'... But who knew what the other's plans would be. Kaoru even slowed down slightly and pretended to look lost. He was a terrible actor, but usually his assailants didn't notice.

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@asa butterfield // not the worst either e u e //

Minpha's lips curled up into a smirk at the boy's question. "You bet. I'm his boss." Without a second thought, the Japanese just threw out there. He'd already made himself public anyway and he had no reason to hide from the kid. A sweet smile appeared on his face for the x-th time as his gaze fell upon the other. He couldn't help himself. He had a thing for kids. Not ually, of course, nothing about Minpha (except for his appearance perhaps) was ual anymore. His soft spot for children did not stop him from running a human trafficking ring focusing on underage boys&girls, however. It certainly wouldn't stop him from blowing this cute kid's leg off if he felt like it, sparkly blue eyes or not.

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A cold shudder ran down his spine. Minpha was honestly impressed with the boy's hit rate. Three times a week? No wonder the streets were so empty at night. He would certainly would be doing Shangri-la a favour if he rid them off the little monster. ..help Shangri-la? Somehow, the Japanese felt annoyed at the thought. After everything he had experienced here, he wasn't particularly fond of this city. He wiped the soles of his shoes a bit more viciously, only slowing down at the boy's thoughtful comment. Pursing his pink lip, Minpha peered at the shoe in his hand, then at the one he was still wearing. He didn't like it, but... "You're right~ thank you.", he thanked the baby killer with another sweet smile and - reluctantly - wore his shoes again. He greatly disliked being dirty, or his clothes getting soiled. Gently brushing some of his soft hair out of his face, his gaze swept over the young child's bload-drenched state. He got an idea. Standing in front of the somehow adorable boy, Minpha smiled as if there wasn't a corpse next to them, as if he hadn't been gagging just minutes earlier. The Japanese, standing at 164cm, including hid 10cm heels, matched his height to the boy's."I know a shop that is still open and sells children's clothes. Would you like big sister to buy you some? You can take whatever you're wearing back home and let your daddy wash it." He was still torn on how to proceed with the kid and he himself felt uncomfortable looking at the other full of blood. He didn't mind killing time by going shopping... Who knows, after spending a bit more time with the cute little he might decide to drag him off into the night after all. Was he worried that he'd be killed by a 10 year old? Of course not. If anything, this was but a game to amuse his bored self.

@minpha [Ehh... not the best post.]

@minpha Something about the pink haired girl was oddly familiar. Asa just couldn’t put his finger on it. It probably wasn’t important then if he couldn’t remember though he had a suspicious feeling that it was. His eyes travelled to the corpse’s barely recognizable features as he pondered the pretty teen’s words.
“His friends and colleagues? Do you know him then?” Asa stepped closer as a little smile curled his lips and a glint entered his blue eyes.
It was obvious the man was a syndicate member, but if the girl knew him and his colleagues, he might have had a different occupation. Or the teen was affiliated with the Black Hand somehow. Asa wasn’t stupid, he knew neither of them were members of his father’s crime syndicate. Obviously he wouldn't attack one of their own. Well, maybe if they were particularly stupid. His father didn’t need idiots. Not like this dead man nor the girl. It took a special sort of idiocy to walk up to a murder and not expect to be killed.

Asa eyed the blood decorating his dark brown coat and matching knee length shorts. His new scarf didn’t escape the evidence of his night either though it did fare better due to his caution. Asa regretted wearing it for his little escapade, but it was new and like with any other new thing, he couldn’t help but to use it as much as possible until he got bored of it. He watched the pink haired girl snap photos on her phone as he wiped his small blood stained hands down the front of his shorts. They were only somewhat cleaner, but still better than before. He frowned at the overall state of his clothes and sighed at the inevitability of walking home dirtied with blood. A mildly itchy sensation on his cheek gave away the presence of the drying substance. His eyes flickered to the teen at her question. It wasn’t hard to answer though he did have to think a moment to get an accurate estimate.
“Yes. About two to three times a week. I would every day if I could, but then I’d have no one to kill,” he said while his lower lip jutted out to create a small pout.
It was unfortunate there were only so many people in the city. Hardly enough for him to entertain himself with. Though more people kept coming either voluntarily or by trafficking so he wasn’t too upset.

Curiously he observed the strange girl clean off her high heels. Asa doubted the practicality of those shoes, though they did look nice. He once tried on a pair that belonged to a e he killed and he immediately disliked them. They were highly uncomfortable and interfered with his balance. He wouldn’t be able to do a thing if he were wobbling around in high heels. It may have also been because they were too large for his much smaller feet. Even so, he prefered his sneakers with the laces since he deigned at the age of seven that he was too old for velcro straps. He hadn’t outgrown light up shoes yet however. Asa wondered if the girl had any light up heels as he would definitely try those on.
“It’ll come off as you walk, you don’t need to wipe it now,” he said, seeing little progress in her mission to clean her soles.
She needed some wet wipes. Unfortunately he didn’t have any on hand. Then again, he wouldn’t have offered her some anyways. She wanted to step in the crime scene, she could deal with the blood on her shoes.

@asa butterfield // I like gouda too~ take your sweet time //

@minpha [It's very gouda. I shall reply when my muse is being less mean.]

@asa butterfield // gah. what a ty post. well, live with it ;;'' //

@asa butterfield Minpha didn't lose his smile as he thanked the little monster, fishing out a smartphone from one of the many hidden layers of his dress. Paying extra attention not to slip on the grimy paved stones, the cross-dresser stepped towards the mangled corpse. What a creep. What a little creep, no, what a little devil. He couldn't help but look at the young boy incredulously, who was almost in pleasure as he described his 'act'. It was as if he was reminiscing about an . Haah. The cross-dresser felt like he had uncovered the mascot of Shangri-La in the freaky little boy. Did brats like that even feel ual desire? " I will make sure aaall his friends colleagues see him like this.", he assured the boy with a smirk. Let this be a warning to them, he thought. Trash that could get cut up by mini psychopaths had no place in 'The Black Hand'. What a loser. What a loser! Even he was getting embarrassed looking at how the guy had ended up. He had to make sure to weed out all the useless fools in his syndicate, before something as pathetic as this happened again. Crazy or not, the cute little boy was just a cute little boy in the end. He didn't have superpowers, nor was he the hidden child of a god. There was absolutely no excuse for a grown man to fall prey to his elementary-level tricks.

He could not relate to the ecstasy the boy felt from torture. It was messy, it smelled bad, and to be honest, the result did not look anything close to 'pretty'. He himself liked to keep himself clean. Not bathing once a day already made him feel icky, sticking his fingers into someone's body was just another way to ruin his manicure. But to each their own.

The pink-haired teen (?) did not take a lot of pictures, he just tried to capture the face and the extent of the massacre that had occurred here. Amongst the shots he took, he also got a few of the boy, who was conveniently right next to the corpse. He also made sure to capture the mangled , as well as the fingers clogging his airpipe. Forcing down any further nausea, Minpha couldn't help but admire the little brat for the creative method of murder he had chosen. "Do you do this a lot?", he asked curiously just when the boy started to examine his fingernails and slipped the phone back into his pocket. Tugging at the hem of his dress a few times, he took carefully stepped over the body and away. Grimacing, he peered down at his heels.. and as he had suspected, there was some blood stuck to the sole. How filthy. Now that he was away from the corpse, he stepped to a brick wall, supporting himself with one hand as he slipped off one of his shoes. Balancing on the other leg, he proceeded to wipe the shoesole clean against the bricks, trying to get as much gunk off as possible. He was still paying attention to the cute little , very aware of any move the boy made.

@minpha It wasn’t hard to see the discomfort emanating from the kimono wearing girl when he worked his knife through the nearly dead man’s manhood. She looked like her dinner was about to come up and join the rest of the wretched fluids pooled on the cement. The smell was certainly getting strong, but he had gotten used to it. It wasn’t as bad as when the corpses started to rot. Once he hid a body at the back of a convenience store’s storage space, right in one of the largest boxes of new merchandise they had gotten shipped there the day before. He merely moved the contents to random nearly empty boxes in the front and dropped her right in and sealed it back up. He had killed the lady right in the alley behind the store and wondered how long it would take for them to find the body. A week went by and the smell got so bad, they hired a cleaning team to find whatever stunk up the place. They had to close down when the cadaver was discovered.

His sweet giggles bounced off the buildings which formed the tight alleyway they were in as he recalled the experiment. It was a bit ridiculous how long it took them to find the body. Asa pondered on where he might place this one. Maybe in the middle of a restaurant kitchen? Who knows, the man might be used for ingredients. There were some sick people who liked that sort of thing. Not to say he wasn’t sick too, but they were different types of it. Asa leaned in and took a close up of the mangled organ, smiling like he was merely taking pictures of an especially fluffy kitten. Admittedly, Asa was taken by surprise when the girl requested permission to take her own photographs. Her nausea was still noticeable, though restrained, but he wasn’t about to stop her.
“Go ahead,” he chirped, stepping back to let her have at it. "I hope you share it around. I do work hard to get them this pretty. Everyone looks so much better covered in red..." His voice trailed off breathily.
For someone like him, torture was arousing. The screams and beautiful colour of blood was simply so irresistable. For people like her, it was nauseating. If she thought she could handle it, the boy would let her do as she pleased.

Starting up his contented humming again, Asa dipped his finger in the crimson substance leaking from the man’s destroyed palms, swirling the slowly coagulating substance along the corpse’s rapidly cooling skin. The pulse had stopped sometime while he was taking pictures but he didn’t care. Rigor mortis would soon take effect as the body cooled further. Perhaps one day he’d study those effects on the body when he had more time. Examining the dried blood collected underneath his fingernails, Asa frowned as he contemplated the struggle of cleaning them. He never really liked to, so often he’d have his father do it. But tonight, his father was off somewhere, and might not return until the early hours so he chose to find a playmate. Maybe he could entertain himself with this e before going home. If he wasted enough time, his guardian may have reached home before him and could aid in clean up.

@asa butterfield *with one HAND clasped over his mouth

@asa butterfield Minpha smirked at the boy's reply. Really. If he wasn't holding a blood-soaked knife right now, one would think he was a goody-two-shoes. 'Daddy' though.. the cross-dresser was slightly curious as to what kind of monster had spawned a beast like this. His eyes wandered to the man on the floor, his nose wrinkling when a strong smell of urine wafted his way. "Ew.", he subconsciously spoke it and tried to fan the smell away with one hand. As he did so, he locked eyes with the victim. What a disappointment. What a ing disappointment. There was nothing but disdain in his eyes for the man who wasn't even fighting back out of fear. Fear of a 10-year old brat. While he admitted, that the kid was unsettling, fear and a bit of pain shouldn't make the member of a crime syndicate resign to his fate. How utterly pathetic. Any and all thoughts of coming to the others aid were completely eradicated.

In silence, the pink-haired teen (?) watched the young boy continue to torture the man. What had he said.. their blood was pretty..? The way he saw it, the boy was just aiming to cause as much psychological and physical pain as possible. The steadily growing pool of blood seemed to be secondary. Minpha shuffled his feet slightly to avoid his shoes getting soiled, but otherwise did not make any large movements. He didn't want to distract the cute little psychopath- for that is what he was in his eyes. From start to finish there hadn't been any sign of a motive, other than wanting to give pain. As time passed and fingers were lost, his passive expression turned into one of amazement. How was it possible, that a little devil in the middle of mutilating a man, could look so innocently joyful? If he had time, he would find out more about the boy. Especially, who 'daddy' was. It was very rare that anything in Shangri-La interested him, so this encounter made him a bit excited.

He quirked a brow when the boy began to strip the half-dead man. What the..? This certainly was a surprise. Confusion flashed across his face as the little devil began to the pitiful remains of his lackey. Minpha's eyes widened the next moment. He felt sick. A cold shiver ran down his spine as the little devil sliced apart the man's organ, his own face gaining an unhealthily ashy teint. Very unwanted flashbacks had tiny pearls of sweat cling to his temple. He felt like he was going to puke. The cross-dresser hastily rose to his feet as the knife continued to cut through the soft flesh, turning away slightly with one man clasped over his mouth. . That had been unexpected. Breathe. In. Out. Okay. ".", he cursed under his breath. "I'm too weak for this.", he mumbled to himself, and breathed out shakily, dabbing at the sweat on his forehead with the tip of his kimono sleeve. Turning around, his expression mostly recovered, he approached the little devil while making sure not to step anything disgusting. "Do you mind if I take a picture of him too?", he asked sweetly, although his discomfort was still evident. In the back of his mind, he was glad that he didn't have anything the other could slice apart like a zucchini. The thought made him laugh in his head, successfully relieving his tension. "I need to show some people your.. work."

@minpha “Aw, you’re so happy, now. See that wasn’t so hard was it?” Asa mocked.
The man was sobbing and already pissed his pants by the time the little boy finished carving a permanent grin on the male’s face. The child almost considered letting the other live just so he would have to go through life with ruined hands and an eternal smile. No, he wanted the man dead. Using his knife, Asa cut through the man’s shirt to expose the flat chest underneath. Finding the perfect spot, the blue eyed boy began drawing with his blade. He doodled little hearts and flowers on the stranger’s skin and practiced his spelling. Frowning as he misspelled a word, Asa crossed it out harshly eliciting pained whimpers from his canvas and began rewriting.

Hearing the tapping of heels on concrete approaching, Asa lifted his gaze to stare at the figure making it’s way towards him and his latest victim. He raised a brow at the sight of some pretty girl dressed in some kimono type outfit that was obviously not as long as it was supposed to be. Scrutinizing her with his cerulean eyes, he came to the conclusion that she must have been some e. The attention grabbing clothing, coloured hair and makeup artfully applied to conceal her true age all pointed to e. She might’ve seemed awfully young for it to anyone outside Shangri-La, but child trafficking was nothing new here. There were many es around the place, as he just proved himself. There were no shortage of those in this city. Besides, he had seen younger than her.
“Daddy says I’m not supposed to talk to tarts. But if you want to just watch, I don’t mind. Their blood is always so pretty to see,” he said casually, as if speaking of what he had for breakfast that day.

Deeming her no apparent threat at the moment, Asa turned his attention back to his victim. Perhaps after he was done with this one, he could use her for his next masterpiece. Concentrating on his task, Asa used his weapon to chop off one of the man’s fingers. He screamed, but the child only laughed cheerfully. He loved when they screamed. Sure the noises would attract some attention, but no one wanted to risk their own neck to help the man. There were no laws in this place so no police would come either. In conclusion, the screaming was never a problem. He dropped the severed digit in the man’s open mouth and giggled as he choked on it before going on to remove another one. Asa repeated the process, dropping each phalange in the stranger’s oral cavity, humming a tune as he did so. Eventually he ran out of fingers and was getting bored with the gurgling moans. Blood was everywhere, most likely enough that the gang member was just moments away from death. Sighing, the twelve year old shifted down and tugged down the man’s pants. Taking his victim’s in hand, he rubbed it a few times to see if there was still enough blood to make it erect. His attempts were fruitless so he settled to work with a . With careful positioning, he sliced straight down the middle and cut it in half, creating a real life diagram of a cross section of a male’s organ. Wiping his bloody hands on his moderately dirtied jeans, Asa removed a little camera from his pockets and cheerily snapped a few photos of the ghastly result of his work.

@asa butterfield Minpha was watching the scene that developed below from a safe distance, perched on the roof a house facing the back alley. His legs swung to and fro, the metal-coated heels of his shoes occasionally bumping against the trough and making a metallic 'clink' sound occasionally disturb the otherwise peaceful night. Peaceful being relative, of course. That stupid man down there was not having such a great time. The cross-dresser pursed his lips and lifted his dainty fingers to flick a strand of pink hair behind his shoulder. He was too far away to hear them, but the street lights were illuminating their faces well. The feeble old was one of his own. Minpha felt a little sick in his stomach at the thought. To think they had such useless fools in 'The Black Hand'... he really needed to take a look at what was going on below the upper levels. The pink-haired teen (?) frowned and crossed his legs, causing his awfully short kimono to ride up further. A cold breeze wafted across the scarred area below, making him twitch.

Anyways, what was he supposed to do now? Run to his lackey's rescue? Distasteful. Shoot the kid? Possible from this range, but it was his first time seeing a child so.. bloodthirsty. What was he... 9.. 10? At most 11 years old and yet he was going around assaulting strangers, grown adults no less. Unknowingly a smile had crept onto his lips as the cute little started to disfigure the man's face. Don't misunderstand, Minpha didn't have any particular for blood and gore, he was simply emphasizing with the joy the kid felt. No, shooting him was not an option, yet. He was too interesting to lose his life over killing someone who was entirely unnecessary anyway. Yet, simply watching and then leaving was not something he wanted to do either. "He'd fetch a really good price..", Minpha mused to himself, raking his eyes over the little boy. Foreigner, icy eyes, and dangerous. He could list several parties who would pay a fortune for that kid. [[can I get permission to kidnap asa's little ? maybe shoot him a wee bit]]

The Japanese was lost in thought, when his lackey's screams tore him back to reality. Sighing to himself, he pushed himself up to feet, staggering slightly due to the uneven surface and then promptly jumped down onto a flight of emergency stairs. The mysterious little murderer was out of his sight now, but there were enough sound effects. The 'click clack' of his heels softly resounded against the stone paved alley as he silently made his way towards the others. When he reached, just a minute later, the situation had developed. With a business smile on his face, Minpha popped a piece of gum in his face and then approached the two. "Ugh.", he groaned as he stepped over a pool of.. blood.. urine.. or perhaps just rain water, he couldn't identify it in the dark. "Don't mind me.", he hummed, smiling at the scary little boy and took a seat on a crate at the side. "Quite the maniac aren't you?", he chuckled. "How adorable." Despite his words, there was no affection in his tone, but nor was there any negative emotion. He was just an observer, impartial to the scene before him. Yes, Minpha decided to observe the wild little thing a bit longer.

@minpha The stars twinkled in the darkened sky and in the distance a lavender hue decorated the horizon. Street lamps flickered on, casting the streets in orange light. Asa pulled his scarf over his nose to prevent the cold air from nipping at the sensitive skin. He was stalking his prey, following the lowly gang member through the dimly lit streets. The man seemed easy enough, shifty and weak-looking. Asa was impatient tonight and needed a quick kill. Something to tide him over until his next masterpiece. A feral grin broke across his features before he rearranged it into an angelic expression. He bumped into the man and stumbled back, allowing himself to fall back onto his bottom. It hurt a little, but it was nothing he needed to cry about. But he did. Warm salty tears slid down his cheeks, bitten red from the cold. He even added in a few pathetic whimpers for effect. Needless to say, it was child’s play getting the idiot to lead him into a side alley.

The man was handsy, as were a lot of these sort of people, but he was supposed to be acting the innocent so he allowed the clumsy touches. He’d cut those hands off later. Just as the stranger's freezing hand reached under Asa’s shirt, the adolescent pulled out his concealed knife and jabbed it right into the molester's abdomen. The man let out a pained groan in surprise, as if he really was so stupid to think that there were innocent children in this city. Or maybe he really was that stupid. The shocked look on his face sure said so. Asa easily kicked the man over and straddled his prone body. The new green scarf he got from his father slid down to reveal a sadistic grin.
“You really thought you were going to get a good , weren’t you?” Asa asked sweetly, the cuss word a stark contrast with his childish facade. “Too bad, only Daddy gets to do that.”
The child pulled the weapon from the man’s abdominal region and stabbed it back down into one of the man’s hand with manic glee. He twisted the knife and dug it in, dragging it to further destroy the nerves there. It seemed the man finally got to his senses and began to struggle.
“Don’t move!” Asa snarled, slapping the poor bastard and pressed the blade’s tip to the man’s lip before saying, “You should be happy I’m wasting my time on you. Why don’t you smile for me?”
The sharp blade cleanly sliced through one side of the man’s mouth, curving it upwards. He repeated the motion on the other side, giggling at the gruesome sight and so lost in his enjoyment.

@godfrey gao "King?" Hoseok asked and then he widened his eyes when a gun was pointed at him. He gulped and then froze in place, putting his hands up in the air.
"Y-You can't do this..." Hoseok replied and then he looked at the other.
"Please don't hurt me" Hoseok added, hands still up in the air, as the gun was still pointed at him. Hoseok knew that he wasn't gonna be able to escape and it was too risky with the danger of the gun being there, he could get shot at, at any moment.

@shin hoseok Only a few moments into the encounter, the others stuttering behavior was enough to aggravate him. Of course there was no fun in kidnapping someone who was willing to be kidnapped, but even so... why didn't people just listen? "You do not get to ask the king questions." By king, he meant the king of the streets. Was it entirely true? No. Not with the influence of his rival gang "The Black Hand". He figured he could still dream however. Within a few seconds, his gun was pointed at the target. His intention was to kill him, just to startle him into a hopeful submission. "Let's make this easy and I won't have to kill you okay?" Despite the actions that pursued, his voice was unusually calm and sweet. "I just want a little company, that's all. If you obey, I won't touch a hair on your head." In an aggressive sense. He was still going to get the things he desired, even if he had to take it with force the first few times. "Hoseok.. I see that look in your eyes, sweetheart. Trust me when I say, you don't want to make this difficult."

@godfrey gao Hoseok was out taking photographs one night and then he froze and jumped slightly when somebody started speaking to him.
"A-Ah yes... W-Who are you?" Hoseok asked as he started to back away from the other. He gulped and then felt like good things weren't going to come from this, so he continued to back away from Godfrey. He kept backing away before he suddenly hit a wall. He looked around and then he gulped.
"C-Can I ask what you want from me?" Hoseok asked the other.
After previous experiences, he couldn't easily trust people all that well, because they could just be wanting to kidnap him.

(Sorry that it's not as long as yours)

@shin hoseok With power came utter loneliness, and shamefully, Godfrey was always seeking some way to squash it, constantly replacing the old slaves he'd become too angry with to keep from killing. His last slave was a sweet addition, very timid and very frightened by him. But unfortunately, as the slaves were before him, he tried to escape the wonderful home built for their comfort. God, it bothered him when his slaves were so ungrateful. All that time and effort, wasted. Of course he had to kill him, making him angry only resulted in killing, regardless of how small the offense. All of it could have been avoided if the slave had just been obedient. He was more than aware of what his purpose was and yet, he never tried to serve it. Now, a new target was to be acquired: Shin Hoseok. Godfrey had intended to capture him for product and sell him off to the highest bidder, but of course, that was before the loss of his beloved slave. Slaves only lasted so long anyway, there was no need for him to mourn. "It's a wonderful night, don't you think?" He approached the other, who was crouched over a weed nestled in the crack of the sidewalk beneath their feet, holding his camera at an angle. "Ah, an artist I see.." No matter how innocent he tried to seem, it proved his intentions always climbed through; he was too sinister to appear any less than that.

@zion t (You replied at Minpha~)

Hoseok started to back away from the other when he was rubbing his shin. He gulped and tried to get away from the other, but all of a sudden he was kicked in the chin. Hoseok fell back and slowly fell unconscious. He fell to the ground and was passed out. He was probably gonna be in this state for an hour or two, maybe more, who knew. But he wasn't gonna be waking up anytime soon that was for sure. He had no idea what was coming for him.

@shin hoseok "Ow! Dammnit!", Zion T cursed out loud and threw the guy against the brick wall behind him. The next moment he had leaned down and was rubbing his sore shin. "I'm sensitive there!", he whined, clearly not taking the others protests seriously. Honestly, this was just a game. Sighing, he straightened his book so he stood at his full length and eyed the other. Zion T approached. He approached again. Again. And then.. BAM. With his full force, the grown man kicked the other in the chin. This type of attack made people faint.. it could also lead to concussions. He wondered what result he would get with this prey.