@song mino After dragging the almost unconscious guy out of the warehouse, the two were welcomed by a pair of Minpha's personal guards. It was a great scene, a pink-haired girly-boy smiling brightly, a badass hitman about to faint and a giant warehouse exploding into a huge ball of fire behind them. After tossing Mino onto one of his guards, the other quickly pulled some wet wipes out of his pocket and started to dab up all the blood that was staining Minpha's immaculate aesthetic. "You were awesome, Mino!", the Japanese cackled as his guard / stylist worked a clot of blood out of his hair. A moment later he clutched at his left ribcage and in air sharply. . Laughing really hurt. "I thought you wouldn't make it for a moment." Minpha grinned, now speaking a little softer, and raked his eyes over the other's mangled state. He himself was faring quite well. He had some cuts, but none were lethal, his body was bruised all over and his ribs hurt like a , but there were no puncture wounds on him... unlike Mino.
@minpha Mino kept focused on the mass of people who were about to kill him every second, maybe even ever ,milisecond. He did his best, and when he ran out of bullets on one gun, he just threw it in someones head, so he got rid of him. He really needed amo soon, or else he was going to die.. Here... For that ing bastard who seemed to have fun while he was trying hard not to die. Taking out a knife, and threw it at on, before he got to load his gun again. Somehow he had felt this was going to happen, all deep inside of him, so he had brought more stuff than usually. Thank you Mino~ He said to himself. He looked up at Minpha as the cross dresser took his hand, and got him up. As he moved, he could feel himself hurt everywhere, and his clothes was rather drenched in blood. Right now he couldn't see what of it was his or someone elses. He knew he was hit, but he couldn't start thinking about that now, he would just want to go home and fix it himself. Promise himself never to go anywhere near Minpha again.
@song mino Everything was going wonderfully. Minpha, who had needed some kind of event to showcase himself (he wasn't being taken seriously), had jumped at the opportunity of wiping out a mass of small fries. It was so dramatic, how couldn't he love it? Originally he had daydreamed of doing this himself, but he wasn't that dumb. When deciding whom to 'invite', of course he had thought of Mino, a man well versed in surviving. Looking at the hitman now (he had climbed onto a metal structure and fully retreated from the fight), and seeing how flustered the man looked, Minpha couldn't help quirk a brow in surprise. It was if he hadn't known about any of this. Wait. Waaaait. "..." The Japanese did not know whether to laugh or cry. He had forgotten to tell the man why he should come today! Oh poor baby... Must have been shocked. The smirk on his lips quivered dangerously, but the cross-dresser did his utmost to suppress his chuckles. Seeing as he did 'owe' the man, Minpha decided to focus his fire on the men trying to get at the hitman.
Barely a minute later: Out of the corner of his eye the Japanese saw headlights flashing through the cracks in the warehouse wall. They're here!, He thought and hastily wiped the blood out of his face, momentarily leaving Mino to his own devices. After cleaning himself up a bit, he climbed down again, shooting anyone who tried to bother him, and began to run towards the entrance. Well, jog more like. Hm? It seemed like he was forgetting something? Coming to an abrupt halt he slowly turned till his eyes fell upon a certain someone. Mino! Oops. Minpha was clearly not used to working with 'outsiders' who weren't automatically informed of whatever they should know. His wavy pink hair bouncing with each step he made, sticky with mostly his opponents' blood, he dashed into the crowd encircling Mino. It seemed everyone was being entertained by the hitman, for Minpha was barely taken note of. He had succeeded in scrambling his way through and now took hold of the man's hand. "It's over. We need to go.", he mouthed as he began to shoot a path open for them. Reinforcements had arrived and were about to blow the place to smithereens.
@minpha Mino let the male hold the kiss as long as he wanted him to, and at the end he was panting as well. Always being good at holding his breath for a long time. Which he had practised very well. He bite down on his own lower lip, looking at the other who was seeming to get his breath back as well. He frowned as the male spoke of his weapons and he nodded, of course he had his guns with him, he would never leave his house without them. "Of course." He answered to the uncomprehendeble talk. Feeling a new kiss on his lips, he just answered it, maybe a little too insecure of what would happen if he didn't. He didn't want to be harmed, let at all from the other. Mino let go of the male who was now all over the place. He frowned hearing the part with the massacre, not understanding it, until the male said he had summoned him to his death. His eyes widened. "What?" He spoke, not sure that he understood at all, but he quickly, maybe faster than ever, felt threatened, and took a hold of his guns, having multiple with him, in case he needed extra or had some taken away from him. He looked at the male who made new emotions all the time, with barely any minutes in between. It made him confused about all of this, it was surreal and he wasn't sure that he liked it. Of course not, he didn't like it. Honestly it felt like this was the last day of his life. And it very well could be so. He was yanked down and took out a pair of his guns. His eyes glared at the male, who stood up and fired the first shot. Mino threw himself aside and behind some boxes to seek a place to hide. He had to, since he wasn't going to let these people kill him, just because a cross-dresser thought it was funny. Mino watched the now rather bloody fragile person, who clearly wasn't that fragile anymore. He got up and fired shots as well, just a bit more covered than the other. He took quite a lot men down, trying to cover the other. so he wasn't hurt too much. Seeing from where Mino was, he wasn't even sure the male could make it. Meaning, he wasn't sure he would survive this. Why did he even do it? And who was these men? What had happened, and why was he a part of this? It made less sense than ever. Firing shot after shot at the men who was shooting at them. It seemed like the boxes weren't a good hideout, since some of the bullets went through. He kept shooting, and the adrenaline rush made the effect that he didn't feel anything - well for now.
@song mino Minpha did not relent until his lungs cried out for air, even then he ignored their plee. His nails dug into Mino's shoulders. Only when he was about to faint did he pull away, gasping, his body pressed against the man's. He was tingling all over. He was aflame, his skin so hot on the others it was feverish. His heartbeat was just as unsteady as his breathing, skipping and fluttering. His eyes were shining with unmatched radiance. Minpha made no attempts to draw away. With trembling fingers he reached up to trace Mino's jawline, his lips twitching as if he was struggling to speak. Indeed his ragged breath was holding him back from crying out. He had too much energy pent up inside him. Less than a second had passed since he'd ended their kiss. "You have your guns, yes? Of course you do... How could you not? I'm so glad tou came!" The Japanese spoke quickly, almost too quickly to comprehend and then let out a bright laugh. His lips found his way to the other's once again, needily, before he continued his ramble. "There is going to be a massacre.", he whispered in childlike anticipation. The thought seemed to make him even happier, for he had to bite down on his slightly swollen lip to hold back another laugh. "A massacre!", he spoke again and jumped out of Mino's arms. "Blood! Death!", he cheered. To be honest, he didn't have any particular for blood... but right now anything would make his mood better. With light steps the cross-dresser twirled away from the hitman, his long pink hair flying. He twirled and twirled... Arms stretched out at his sides, giggling. The cross-dresser stumbled, just barely catching himself on a stray box. He didn't seem to mind his blunder, not even bothering to stand as he rested on the wooden structure. "What should we do? Mino... It seems... I've summoned you to your death!", he couldn't help but laugh once more, throwing his head back as he did so. It felt like his heart was going to jump out of his throat. Minpha found himself clutching at his chest with one hand, as if trying to keep it inside. This went on for several seconds, tears of blind abandon brimming in his orbs, his whole body shaking. Eventually he calmed and wiped his tears, a mysterious smirk dancing on his lips as he stared at Mino. He scrambled to his feet. "Don't worry, I only called you cause I know you can handle it~" There was a hint of sadism in his voice, whether it was directed at Mino or their enemies was unknown. All the theatrics were gone. He stood firm, his voice and gaze unwavering as he peered about the warehouse. It was as if his curious 'fit' had never happened, while actually his desperate joy had merely been replaced with chilling bloodlust. His eyes flashed. The orange light of the warehouse shown down upon him, illuminating the striking colours of his dress as he stepped towards Mino. Numerous shadows had gathered, lingering behind pillars as they fumbled with their weapons. The pink-haired male smiled, as if welcoming them and hastily walked towards Mino, pulling a gun from under his dress. One in each hand, he grabbed the male by the collar and yanked him down. His lips brushing against the hitman's neck, purposely and teasingly of course. "Take your guns out~", he cooed in his sultry voice. His breath hitched as he spoke, his delicate body squeeming. Then, spinning around, he fired the first shot... opening the festival. Not everyone had firearms, there were even people holding bats and military knives. It had begun. The beginning of the end. "Hahaha! Look at these idiots!", he jeered at their enemies and shot down two men pointing their guns at Mino. Aaaaaah! How fabulous! How fantastic! The gunshots were like music to his ears, each pained scream signifying one step towards his release from past troubles. The was here and he relished every second. A bullet skimmed his arm, tearing his expensive clothing. The thin red line formed a stark contrast with his white skin. He ignored it, letting the blood stain his dress further, and brandished a knife. By then the amount of people with guns had dropped to nothingness and it had turned into a brawl. Not Minpha's specialty as you might imagine, figure and heels and all, but he held himself well enough. His shocking disregard for his own safety took even his opponents off guard, not expecting an effeminate male of his stature to throw himself to the wolves. It took them several minutes to realize that it was not the boss who was getting hurt from this, but them, who emerged with blood pouring from their sockets or their neck. Not to mention that he still held one gun, plus the penny heels coated in steel on his feet. His way of fighting was insultingly underhanded and shameless, but just as efficient. His kimono was torn and bloody all over, cuts littering his soft skin, now more red than white. His ribs were slightly bruised, but how could that stop him? This was the best day of his life.
@minpha Mino had heard that the only person he would ever call master, had wished to see him. It was rather inconvinient, but he guessed he had to please his master for some reason or whatever he had to do. He fixed his hair so he didn't look like , and sprayed some perfume on his body before he packed all his weapons in his clothes. There were rather many, but no one wanted to get low on amo. He left after a moment, and managed to get at the place his master was, in a relatively short time. He entered the place, looking around a bit before he saw the mad man. Seeing him take a jump, he let out a shocked sounded, but caught him nonetheless. He was about to speak when his lips were caught in some kisses, which he tried to answer, awkwardly. He breathed out as the male gave him a moment. His brows went up as he looked shocked at him, but then he was caught in another kiss, soon melting into it, even if it was a test or not, or whatever this was, he never said no to a kiss. Especially not with a hot... Guy? like him. He even put a hand to touch his cheek. He didn't know how long it would last, but he quite enjoyed himself. Though he was pretty sure they couldn't stand all day like that, and he knew that there were other reasons why such a fabulous person had called him in. Nothing in this world was for free. He very well knew that. Maybe it was just a kiss, but he knew such a kiss came with a price. Probably a high price.
@song mino It had been two weeks since he'd commissioned the hitman. One of Minpha's subordinates was leaving the warehouse after having informed the boss on the current status of affairs. With the lackey now gone, there were no other men loyal to Minpha on the grounds. They were positioned in the rooftops, a couple dozen metres away.
"It's coming... It's coming...", Minpha murmured to himself, his speech hasty and impatient. His eyes were half-closed, his long lashes fluttering nervously as they cast their shadow over his moist eyes. Adrenaline surged violently through his veins, clogging his throat so he had to pant and gasp for air. His small hands trembled with excitement, grabbing at anything he could, which happened to be his own, now disheveled, dress. He was mad with joy. He didn't know what to do with himself other than pant and moan and tremble. Oh. Oooh! He loved this sensation. This feeling of control when absolutely everything went as planned. It made him feel like the world lay at his feet, he only needed to snap his fingers and it would be his. Just when the electric currents igniting every muscle in his body became utterly unbearable, a familiar male stepped into the warehouse, conveniently standing just below him. Perhaps he had already entered a while ago and had been observing him... Minpha did not know, nor was he in any state to spare any thoughts to that. "Mino!", he exclaimed in his somewhat girlish voice, a side effect of losing his testosterone factory. The cross-dresser had lost himself in mindless glee as he jumped off of the second floor and straight into the hitman's arms - whether these welcomed him or not. Minpha did not give the man any time to recover from his assault, immediately lunging forward to press his painted lips upon the others. After a few quick, chaste kisses the Japanese pulled away and gazed into Mino's eyes affectionately. His brown orbs were glittering in excitement, his heart thundering away in his chest at a speed that made him dizzy. "I love you.", he confessed in his frivolous infatuation and violated the poor soul once more. Ruthlessly, ignoring any resistance, the Japanese invaded Mino's mouth, his own, hot tongue enveloping the others. This kiss was neither chaste nor quick, it was a full-on frontal attack giving the counterpart no leeway to escape. The petite figure was domineering and relentless, desperately seeking to share the burden on his aching little heart that seemed like it would explode at any moment.
Why all this excitement? Why all this crazed giddiness? Simply put, all that had been haunting and bothering the pink-haired male, all the stress, would be resolved in one clean sweep. It would end today, with the help of Mino. He could feel it in every fiber of his body. The moment he had woken up to find his skin unusually soft, his breakfast unusually delicious, and his subordinates unusually pleasant, he had known. This day was perfect and its was quickly approaching. With each second that had passed, his anticipation had built up in his small body, until he could not bare it with a calm mind. All the emotions he had repressed and subdued were igniting in his cells, burning his body from the inside. He finally felt like he could breathe, live, like heavy shackles had fallen off of his fragile limbs. Madman as he had always been, it was only now that he could spread his wretched black wings.
