(Private Role play with PsychoHeart01)

[Atsuko]

The Monster In All of Us


Humans are all filled with darkness.


Some freely express what they desire.


While some hide it behind their heart hoping to forget the screeching voice of the monster inside of them.


Others collapse under the weight of the monsters and succumb to their dark desires.


One push is all you will need.

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[Atsuko]

"The Surgeon" [the only character I will role play in first person]

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Tick tock, tick tock


The girl's time was up.


Her eyes stared back at me with pure agony, as she clutched her wounded arm.


"Please save me," she whispered, as she stared into my eyes with fear.


"Do you believe anyone would be able to hear you?" I chuckled, as I brushed away a lock of hair from her face.


"Please sir. I would let you do anything to me. Take anything from me. Please don't kill me. I am far too young to die."


"Oh my...do you seriously think I want something from you," I asked with pure disgust. "Look, darling. I'm not here killing away because I'm one of those perverts who never got their sexual desires full filled."


"What are you here for then," she murmured, her eyes petrified with fear. I could see something yellowish trickle down her legs and color the snow. Oh, these disgusting humans.


"The joy of killing, darling. Now, shall the surgery begin? Scalpel."


Her scream rang like music in my ears, as it echoed through the dark alleyway.


Oh, how beautiful her organs were dripping with crimson liquid. The scent of fresh blood made me tremble with ecstasy.


"Oh Cacien, you jealous child. Your angel has slayed another one of your obstacles for you. Please do keep on having those obsessive complex issues. It just makes my life more fun."


Very fun indeed.

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Cacien Kurosawa


"Please save me," she whispered, as her terror filled eyes stared into mine.


Blood flowed out of her wound, and I couldn't do anything but stand there frozen.


She trembled with pain, as she forced a soft smile to appear onto her face. She desperately reached for me, but all I could do was stare.


"I did love you, you know," she murmured, as her life flowed out with each word. It was almost as if she was relaxed and comfortable with the knowledge of her own fate


"Cacien...don't become a monster like him."


Her hand dropped onto the blood covered snow, and death glazed over her eyes.


Any sign of her being alive had disappeared at that point.


I could hear the sound of the laughter of children from far away, carolers singing, couples cooing, and families chattering.


But all I did on that universally joyous day...was stare at the lifeless body of the person who I had once loved.
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His eyes flew open, as he stared at the ceiling petrified with fear.


It was that dream again. Her dead body flashed before his eyes, sending him into another period of trembling and suffocation.


Move on, Cacien. That was three god damn years ago. You need to move on he thought to himself, as he gulped down water in the kitchen. Another door creaked open, and his long term "roommate" walked out.


"You do know that you are late don't you," Cacien chuckled, as he stared at the grumpy child who clearly had no clue what time it was.


"There's bread and jam on the breakfast table if you want to at least grab that." He looked up at the clock, on which the hand was pointing sharply at 9. "I mean. You're only two hours late. Maybe it's time you stop staring at me in shock and run back to your closet?" A hint of humorous sarcasm filled his voice as he motioned at the boy to look at the clock. The boy ran back into his room in a flurry, erupting back out like a rabbit that was being chased by a fox.


"Come on, I'll drive you to school. My college is along the way anyways," Cacien laughed, as he waved the keys in front of Eryl. "I'll give you a minute to get to the car. I'm leaving."


The days were certainly getting better now. It wasn't so painful anymore...but still...the nightmare kept on coming back. It certainly wasn't a night he would ever forget...but hopefully...someday...he could move on.


He glanced at her picture in his wallet, and then back at the picture of the boy on the kitchen counter top.


Move on? What a joke.

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Shinji Akimoto
​

"Mr. Akimoto. There is an update to the "Surgeon" case."


A clear female voice awoke him from his sleep, as the voice's owner's cold finger tapped him on the shoulder.


"Blausdka...what?" He mumbled drowsily, as he downed the coffee that she had handed him. Absolutely disgusting. He should seriously thinking about getting a secretary that could make legit coffee next time he hired one.


"There is an update to the "Surgeon" case, Mr. Akimoto. Another high school student was murdered in the alleyways in the Tokyo prefecture. It was the same style. Organs were neatly torn out, placed next to her head, and the message was the same."


"Removal of sin," he muttered coldly, as he crumpled the cheap paper cup in his hand. The woman flinched at his fierce reaction.


"You may go now Meika. Call up that lazy ass of an assistance of mine. Tell him that he has exactly 2 minutes to get into my car or else he's going to have to find his own way to the scene."


"It's Mei-KO," the woman softly grumbled, as she picked up the crumple cup and threw it into the trash can.


Minutes later, he walked into the blocked off scene grumbling under his breath. The crying family stood outside of the yellow taped boundary, and other students and workers were crowding around the scene.


"God dammit. Can't you guys even control a fucking scene?! Are you still green? Why are there so many around the scene? Clear the alleyway, and make sure no one can step in anywhere closer than feet from here," he barked, as he glared at the police officers. They shot annoyed glances at him as they ran off to finally do their job correctly.


"Um, Mr. Akimoto. You d-don't need to be so harsh," his assistant stammered. "Everyone in this line of work is scared of this case after all. They probably were too scared to think strai-"


"So...if we, the people in this line of work, are scared...who in the world will be the ones to save and protect the civilians. We decided to train and sacrifice our innocence to save these people. And if you are going to be a pussy, there is absolutely no need for you to stay here."


"Y-yes sir," Shouske sighed, as he handed the clipboard to him. "This has all of the information that has been gathered so far.


Once again...it was another day at work...on the same case that he had been on for the past four years.


"Saiya Erika, 17, KOUSKE HIGH SCHOOL, female, class 7-B, wounded first by a stab in the arm, wounded by a slice through the throat, and final killing stroke was a careful incision through the chest and stomach and organs were removed, 'Removal of sin' was written in blood beside the body..." He closed his eyes, as he breathed in the cold air slowly. When exactly was this nightmare going to end.

 

[Hushmydarling16]

Eryl Takeshima

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He had a tough time falling asleep. He heard the door opening and closing a lot the night before. Some of his memories leaked into his mind. Men... filthy men and their touches were forever etched into his skin. He finally had fallen asleep around two hours before he was suppose to wake up. Eryl groaned softly as the light of the outside world filled up his once dark room. It was too bright to be seven o'clock. He rolled off of the bed and exited the room with a yawn. Confusion was evident in his movement.


The boy heard a chuckle from his 'roommate' making him glance over to the older male. When he heard that he was late, he didn't believe it immediately until Cacien warned that he'll leave Eryl here if he wasn't in the car in a minute. Eryl rushed back to his room. Why didn't his alarm go off? He disrobed his sleep clothes before putting on the uniform that's required by the elite school. The boy ran a hand through his hair grabbing his bag and the earring box. He could put them on while in the car. In all the rush, he forgot that his cell was under his pillow.





Eryl left the jam and toast on the table and rushed out of the house hopping on his foot putting on his shoes. He ran to where the car was parked and got in. He let out a breath of relief. "Sorry, Cacien," he smiled sheepishly, then opened up the box to put his earrings in. True the school never allows such blasphemy to enter into the school grounds but the boy never cared what people thought. His eyes seemed to harden making it impossible for any emotions except for the false to appear.

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Reima Meiji



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Reima grumbled something under her breath. She was stood up by her best friend. Maybe it was best that they stay as friends. The female shook her head and kicked a pebble. Her head the tilted to the side when she heard sirens. On instinct she followed the noise. Did the Surgeon strike again? Oh she hoped so. Ever since the first time she had stumbled upon the scene of a crime a year back, she became intruged on how and why the murderer did what he did. She was a full on fan girl for the creeper.


Reima took out her small camera from her bag pocket and turned it on. She begged that she wouldn't be forced away from the evidence that screamed for her to investigate. Once she arrived, the female made sure no cops were looking before going under the yellow tape. Her eyes scoured the alleyway seeing if there was evidence that the cops were missing. She walked near a building.


The female lifted her camera to her eye and snapped photos of any foot prints that looked about a few hours old. She peeked over to where the detectives were gathered around the body. She might have to hack their system to get a photo of the surgically mauled body.

 

[Atsuko]

[wARNING VERY INAPROPRO LANGUAGE NOT SMUT JUST INAPROPRO LANGUAGE WARNING]


Cacien Kurosawa
​

After dropping Eryl off at school, he drove onto his college. It was an elite university, only for the high class. It was an absolutely stagnant environment, with spoiled brats drowning in money within eyesight every second of the day. However the program was good, and he was...quite popular unfortunately. In order for him to live by himself, his father had ordered him to attend the elite university.


Probably so that the old man could keep a watch on my relationships.


As he got out of the car, a girl suddenly clinged onto his arm smiling broadly. "Cacien, Cacien...did you hear? In the downtown shopping area, some high school girl was murdered. I heard that she attended Kouske High School. Isn't that the school you attended? Oh my god, I can't believe something like this is happening all of a sudde-"


"It's been happening for over four years now, you idiot," another girl scoffed. Her bitter smirk turned into a smile as she glanced at Cacien. "See you at the ball tonight. You should at least come to this one. You've been missing a lot of the social gatherings, and its been putting your father in a tight spot."


Cacien chuckled, as he shook the other annoying girl off of his arm. "I may. I will see you tonight if I finish my studies quicker."


The girls smiled at him and walked away.


Go to the ball? There's a better chance of me going out with one of you two. Oh, wait...I am. Which one was it again?


He walked off to class, as the cold air breezed through his hair. He could already feel the stares of the other high class family's children. It was either bad or good. And other people's opinions were lower than celebrities on his "I give a shit" list.


"Ayyyye. Cacien. Haven't seen you for a while man," his friend called out, as he walked over.


Oh god. Why you.


"Dude. I heard some strange rumors surrounding you. Not that there ever wasn't. But this. It's pretty bad," the guy whispered, as he looked around carefully. "Apparently...someone saw you entering your apartment with some high school guy. And people are starting to think you're...well...gay."


Cacien groaned and rolled his eyes. "Do people seriously have nothing else to do then wonder if this heterosexual sex god is all of a sudden gay?"


The guy nervously laughed as he patted Cacien's back. "Yah, I know right. All of those girls swooning over you. It would be quite a disappointment if you were into males instead."


Unfortunately for those lasses, I've already had some ass work in my gigolo career thanks to that dick of a father of mine.


"Yup. Quite a disappointment. I've got to go. Class is starting soon," Cacien muttered, as annoyance slowly began to inch through his tone. The society he belonged to was sickening. They feared anything out of the norm...even if they were out of the norm themselves. All he wanted to do...was go back home at this point. He would probably getting a call from his father soon. Time to make another excuse to escape this party again.


All of a sudden, his phone buzzed.


That certainly was earlier than expected.


But he was wrong. And the person who had texted him....was someone he hated more than his father.


[Contact Id: X]


I miss you, darling. I'll be seeing you tonight. Rose or lavender perfume?

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Shinji Akimoto
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He typed away furiously onto his computer, and could hear the whispers of fear and confusion among his co-workers. They knew when to not bother him...aka. 24/7. He was called the "Demon" for a reason.


"U-um, Mr. Akimoto. The deceased child's parents wishes to speak with you," his secretary worriedly whispered, as she pointed at the door.


He could already hear the screaming of the mother, and the roaring of the father, and the groans of the guards as they strained against the chaos.


"Let them in," he coldly replied.


The mother furiously stomped towards his desk and threw the newspaper on to his desk. "DO YOU SEE HERE SIR. DO YOU SEE HOW MANY VICTIMS THERE ARE?! 45 VICTIMS GOD DAMMIT. AND WHAT HAVE Y'ALL BEEN DOING SO FAR? DRINKING COFFEE AND HUMMING ALONG WITH FILES? I SAW YOU SIR. HOW YOU JUST GLANCED AT HER BODY WITH HEARTLESS EYES AND TOLD EVERYONE TO CLEAN UP. YOU MAY NOT SEE HOW IMPORTANT THIS CHILD IS BUT TO M-"


"Silence," he muttered, as he held his head in his hands. "Miss. What if I told you...detectives are not a God. Nor are we heartless demons. Do you understand...what four years...of seeing dead bodies strewn about carelessly by monsters do to you? I'm sorry if you saw my actions as cold and uncaring...but at this point. I'm ready to break down myself." His voice was strained, and his hands were clamped into fists. "So...if you don't mind...would you please leave me in peace...so that I could attempt to stop this chaos."


The woman stared at him with her lips in the shape of an "O". "I'm so s-sorry. I don't know who to blame. The killer is unidentified and only lives as an idiotic name, and the doctors did nothing wrong, and...all there was left." She collapsed onto the floor sobbing away, and that was the end of it for Shinji.


"Get me my coat. I'm going to go visit my brother."


Hours later, he found himself sitting on the table in the visiting lounge of the..."white box". At least that was what his brother liked to call it. He could hear care free singing echo from the end of the hallway and laughter of the nurse who was escorting his brother into the visiting room.


"Oh my, who is this stranger?" The boy chuckled, sarcasm oozing out with every word. "I do not know him. Never saw him. Oh my, amnesia? Don't think so. Who are you sir? Just kidding." His eyes twinkled with amusement, as he danced towards him. "Hello, Shinji. You look quite old. I can see the creases on your forehead. Oh my...that one's even bigger than that crease under that other patient's tits."


Shinji's eyes widened with disbelief, as he glanced over at the nurse. She looked away shamefully, and that was all he needed to know.


"What did I tell you....about...," he groaned. He couldn't even bring out the word.


"It's not my fault that all of these people are allured by my skill with words and my absolutely stunning appearance," the boy gloated. "I certainly am the shining Apollo in this hell hole. Of course, right after that beautiful nurse right there," he chuckled, as he winked at the woman. The woman coughed and turned away to hide her red face.


"Sometimes I wonder when in the world you became such a narcissist. Look, I really didn't care much when you came out as a bi...but seriously...no intercourse till you're an adult for god's sake. You're in a fucking mental hospital. Stay clean till you get out," Shinji sighed, as he threw a bag at his brother.


Keichi caught the bag with a flirty wink. "One of us will need to break out of the virgin zone, brother dear." Shinji mock punched Keichi, issuing a peal of laughter.


"Anyhow, I came here to give you some good news...and for help."


"Ayeee...my dear intelligent brother came to me, a sociopath...for help?" Keichi mock gasped, as he curiously opened the bag. "Oh...just more magazines. Thought it was going to be..."


"Uniform? You're getting that in a couple days. I still don't understand why you wanted a tailor to come all the way here to make sure your uniform was the 'right fit'."


"Have you seen those uniforms? They look good in dramas and mangas, but then boom in real life...it looks like they are wearing a fucking poncho [ooc: no seriously, in rl they are hella ugly]. I am so not going to look like a dying office worker for the rest of my school life. Anyhow. This question of yours?"


"Okay...so far. The people who have been murdered...were located in your school. Majority female, and some males as well. I need you to be my little bug."


"A bug? I see," Keichi chuckled. "So go around and check out what's going. I was hoping for a normal life once I got out of here."


"You're a fucking sociopath whether you want to admit it or not. You're never going to be normal. And just try to be useful to me for once," Shinji sighed, as he handed some documents over as well. "Here are the official forms for you have some pleasure looking over. Congratulations on becoming a normal civilian of Japan from after tomorrow. You won't be coming back here unless you show some strange behaviors again, so watch out. I'll get my secretary to deliver the uniform tomorrow. See you. Need to get back to work."


"Was hoping that you would be the one to drop me on my first day of school," Keichi murmured, as he creased the documents in half. For a second, Shinji felt as if he saw a dark look pass over Keichi's face.


"Sorry man. Got a load of work to do," Shinji said, as he cautiously stared at Keichi.


"Have a good time at work. And watch your back," Shinji cheerfully replied, as he danced away singing at the top of his lungs.


Something was always eerie about his brother...especially when it was time for him to leave.


But...for now...he had other buisness to attend. Someday...when this case was closed, he would be able to afford to give his brother a true family. Just...not yet.


Not yet.

 

[Hushmydarling16]

Eryl Takeshima

The boy walked into the main building after having a small talk with Cacien. He flipped up his hood walking in and took off his outdoor shoes and put on indoor ones. The students whispered to each other any chance they got. He let out a sigh.


"So you're late again, Mr. Takeshima," his teacher narrowed his eyes when the boy walked in the already begun classroom. Eryl just shrugged going to the back of the class and plopped down in his seat. He pulled out whatever he needed placing them on the desk before his mind drifted off. The seat that the girl...Erika had sat in was empty. It was odd for her to miss school. Even though he would never show it, he was lonely in this hellhole. Whispers became annoying as a fly. His temper was slowly ticking.


"If you guys have something to say then say it to my face," he barked out after awhile. Anger and tiredness seeped through his voice.

Reima Meiji

(I have no clue what to do to her >< I'll figure out something )
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[Atsuko]

Cacien Kurosawa

​

"Cacien. Listen to me this once. Once I get through this election I will give you complete freedom over your life. Just this once...please attend the ball and take care of the Madam's needs. Just this once."


"Just this once. Just this once," Cacien mockingly hissed. His grip tightened around the phone, as he persuaded himself to not throw the expensive device off of the roof top like last time. "You're addicted to power. And it's disgusting. You trampled over your own wife's life just to get to where you are now. And now you're using you're own son's. Leave me be. I have a guest to attend to in an hour."


Just as he was about to hang up the phone, he heard an eerie cackle from the other end.


"Guest? Oh, you innocent child. Do you seriously believe that I, the Director, do not know about your current...unusual living arrangements? Eryl Takeshima. What an adorable little boy. Reminds me of that distasteful girl you used to hang around with so much. Madama Sakura doesn't happen to know of it yet...but I could always flatter her with this lovely mouth of mine."


Cacien froze just as he was about to climb down the stair back into his flat. "Did you use your connections again...," he snarled quietly. "Don't you dare hurt him...or else, dear father, you won't be able to see onto your next election date. I've been quite successful as of far from mauling you apart ever since that night."


"Oh, my child. There is absolutely no need to go that far, do we? After all, I am your father. We can always take care of this nice and easily. Just come to the ball, hang around, please the Madam, and go back home. Quite simple isn't it? And that little boy will be free from this dispute of ours."


"Don't touch him, don't look at him, don't follow him, don't bring him into this twisted game of yours. You've already hurt enough people as you climbed your way up."


"Come to the ball. Or else, this arrangement of ours will have to be broken off."


Cacien hung up the phone, as he once again restrained himself from venting his anger onto the innocent device. He texted Eryl silently, breathing heavily with anger.


[Contact Id: Eryl]


Please pick up my medication for me. He should have it waiting on the counter. 15 dollars. I will pay you back later. Thanks. Will be late tonight. I prepared some food ahead of time for you. It's in the fridge. Remember to lock the doors, windows, etc. Call me if there is an emergency.


He glanced at his watch, sighing.


5:30 PM.


An hour left before he was forced back into the aquarium that he had barely escaped four years ago.

Shinji Akimoto

​

He stared at the screen with blood shot eyes, as he gulped down the terrible coffee that his secretary had made for him. The "Surgeon" case was getting really bad. Already, a film, a book, a manga, a fan club, and weird cult groups had been formed for the "Surgeon". It was disgusting...how these normal civilians were twisting around this dark case into something for entertainment. A murderer was not a god. A murderer was not a star. A murderer...was a monster.


"S-sir. T-this. Y-you. Should look at this," his assistant stammered. His eyes were filled with more fear than usual.


Shinji groaned, as he rose from his chair. "What. This better not be something trivial or else you're dead."


His eyes widened as he stared at Shouske's screen.


"Why is this...Who's blog is this...," Shinji snarled, as he stared at the pictures bewildered. Pictures of the murder scenes....clearly way before the police had arrived. Before anyone noticed the body. Fresh after the murder. Clearly the most morbid blog he had ever seen in his entire career...


"She/He calls themself Hiro, sir. Hiro...like the English world 'HERO'. Her blog was started around one year after the 'Surgeon' first appeared...and it seems that all of her pictures of the crime scene were taken before anyone even got there. We have none of these pictures," Shouske stammered. "I don't understand..."


"Trace the IP address immediately. And track any activity. As soon as you locate the IP address, track this retarded ass down and figure out their information. Make a file and bring it to me ASAP," Shinji muttered, as he stared at the captions. Morbid. Dark. Crude. With every single description of the killing procedure...it could be the killer's blog. Maybe the killer wasn't that smart after all. Did people still seriously not understand how easy it was to figure out all of their information with just one post on the internet.


A senile smile stretched across his face, as he tapped the computer screen joyfully.


"I got you now."


[Can I edit Reima's profile. I have some ideas to make her a better character.]

 

[Hushmydarling16]

Cacien Kurosawa

​

"Cacien. Listen to me this once. Once I get through this election I will give you complete freedom over your life. Just this once...please attend the ball and take care of the Madam's needs. Just this once."


"Just this once. Just this once," Cacien mockingly hissed. His grip tightened around the phone, as he persuaded himself to not throw the expensive device off of the roof top like last time. "You're addicted to power. And it's disgusting. You trampled over your own wife's life just to get to where you are now. And now you're using you're own son's. Leave me be. I have a guest to attend to in an hour."


Just as he was about to hang up the phone, he heard an eerie cackle from the other end.


"Guest? Oh, you innocent child. Do you seriously believe that I, the Director, do not know about your current...unusual living arrangements? Eryl Takeshima. What an adorable little boy. Reminds me of that distasteful girl you used to hang around with so much. Madama Sakura doesn't happen to know of it yet...but I could always flatter her with this lovely mouth of mine."


Cacien froze just as he was about to climb down the stair back into his flat. "Did you use your connections again...," he snarled quietly. "Don't you dare hurt him...or else, dear father, you won't be able to see onto your next election date. I've been quite successful as of far from mauling you apart ever since that night."


"Oh, my child. There is absolutely no need to go that far, do we? After all, I am your father. We can always take care of this nice and easily. Just come to the ball, hang around, please the Madam, and go back home. Quite simple isn't it? And that little boy will be free from this dispute of ours."


"Don't touch him, don't look at him, don't follow him, don't bring him into this twisted game of yours. You've already hurt enough people as you climbed your way up."


"Come to the ball. Or else, this arrangement of ours will have to be broken off."


Cacien hung up the phone, as he once again restrained himself from venting his anger onto the innocent device. He texted Eryl silently, breathing heavily with anger.


[Contact Id: Eryl]


Please pick up my medication for me. He should have it waiting on the counter. 15 dollars. I will pay you back later. Thanks. Will be late tonight. I prepared some food ahead of time for you. It's in the fridge. Remember to lock the doors, windows, etc. Call me if there is an emergency.


He glanced at his watch, sighing.


5:30 PM.


An hour left before he was forced back into the aquarium that he had barely escaped four years ago.

Shinji Akimoto

​

He stared at the screen with blood shot eyes, as he gulped down the terrible coffee that his secretary had made for him. The "Surgeon" case was getting really bad. Already, a film, a book, a manga, a fan club, and weird cult groups had been formed for the "Surgeon". It was disgusting...how these normal civilians were twisting around this dark case into something for entertainment. A murderer was not a god. A murderer was not a star. A murderer...was a monster.


"S-sir. T-this. Y-you. Should look at this," his assistant stammered. His eyes were filled with more fear than usual.


Shinji groaned, as he rose from his chair. "What. This better not be something trivial or else you're dead."


His eyes widened as he stared at Shouske's screen.


"Why is this...Who's blog is this...," Shinji snarled, as he stared at the pictures bewildered. Pictures of the murder scenes....clearly way before the police had arrived. Before anyone noticed the body. Fresh after the murder. Clearly the most morbid blog he had ever seen in his entire career...


"She/He calls themself Hiro, sir. Hiro...like the English world 'HERO'. Her blog was started around one year after the 'Surgeon' first appeared...and it seems that all of her pictures of the crime scene were taken before anyone even got there. We have none of these pictures," Shouske stammered. "I don't understand..."


"Trace the IP address immediately. And track any activity. As soon as you locate the IP address, track this retarded ass down and figure out their information. Make a file and bring it to me ASAP," Shinji muttered, as he stared at the captions. Morbid. Dark. Crude. With every single description of the killing procedure...it could be the killer's blog. Maybe the killer wasn't that smart after all. Did people still seriously not understand how easy it was to figure out all of their information with just one post on the internet.


A senile smile stretched across his face, as he tapped the computer screen joyfully.


"I got you now."


[Can I edit Reima's profile. I have some ideas to make her a better character.]

((Yeah ^^ Will reply asap after finishing prewrite for an essay ))


 
Eryl grumbled under his breath and kicked a pebble onto the road. He had fought with one of the 'prep' kids who went too far on one of many jokes...again. The school held him even after the last school bus left. They dragged on what he should and shouldn't do. It became an old habit. He was lucky they didn't call Cacien or worse his mother.


The boy cursed under his breath gently touched the bloodied lip. he cringed slightly from pain. The dry wind made him pull his hoodie close. Irritation bubbled in his odd green eyes. he just wanted to get home and hit the nice warm showers. But the thought was dismissed as he arrived to the flat. It was quiet as the white noise that is usually not heard until there's no sound. panic settle in his chest. Please.. don't be gone forever.


Eryl hurried to the flat and tried the door. It was lock. He sighed taking out the key Cacien gave him after a week of finding him. The boy entered kicking off his shoes,"Cacien?"


Silence was the only response. The younger male shook his head. figures... He wen to his room to search for his cell. Once he had it, Eryl read the message the owner sent.


[Contact ID: Cacien ]


Kay. Don't work yourself to death. See you either in the morning or after school


He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. It was time to see the old man again. Eryl left the apartment taking his cell this time. He was grateful that the pharmacy was close by or he wouldn't walk in the cold weather.


He pushed open the glass door while entering,"Hey, Jii-san, getting a pickup for Cacien".


The boy walked to the front of the counter and set the money down.


 

Reima Meiji

​

The female plugged her camera to her computer. She clicked on a few buttons to upload the picture from this morning. While it was doing that, Reima went to get a quick shower. Few minutes later, she dried her hair with the towel wearing comfortable clothed. Her eyes were lit up by the computer screen. She quickly disconnected the cable and placed her camera in the drawer of her desk. Reima couldn't use the school's WiFi knowing all to well that it could be tracked to where she was. So she gathered her things and headed to a late night cafe. That's where she was stationed every night she could get in.


Reima smiled and waved at the cashier before taking her usual seat. She got to work fast. Uploading picture and a status update for the site. To her it was just a project to get through school. She wasn't prepared for so many viewers.

 

[Atsuko]

Cacien Kurosawa

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He lay on the bed gazing up at the smirking lips of the woman who held him down. Nonchalantly, he lit a cigarette embracing the smoky smell which managed to calm him down from the past two hours of spiked drinks and other forms of injections. The moon light shone down onto him, reflecting against his murky eyes.


"Cacien...you're so beautiful....these eyes...," the woman moaned, as she brushed her fingers down his cheeks. "I wish I could have you all to myself."


"Don't you though...my lady? My body is basically owned by you," Cacien smirked, as he poured himself another glass of wine.


The woman shook her head, and a pained expression flitted across her face. "I want everything. I want to be her. Why can't I be her?!" Her voice pitch was slowly going up by the second, as the look of insanity filled her eyes.


Cacien froze, as his hands tightened around the glass. It broke, spilling its contents on to the black carpet and the shards stabbed into his skin. He couldn't feel the pain for he was already numbed by the sudden urge to stab the woman in her head.


"You already are her," he choked out, as he kissed her cheek. "Please don't be jealous, my lady. There is no other woman left in this world that could take your spot. I do quite treat you far more tenderly than I do with the other nobles that I'm forced to play with."


She glanced at him with a sneer. "Of course there is no other woman left in this world that could replace me. I've killed all of them. Oh, that girl who you flitted with in your youth. The scent of her blood did quite send me into a fit of ecstasy. The sight was absolutely..." Her eyes trailed along the stream of flowing from his wounded hand. "Beautiful." She motioned towards a guard in the far back of the room to grab some bandages.


"However, darling. There is one person...that I've noticed...not that stupid child that you are supposedly engaged to. Someone...of an opposite gender." She snatched up some pictures from a tray near them. "Familiar?"


His heart froze as he stared at the pictures of Eryl laughing with one of his classmates in the hallway, Eryl buying something from the grocery store, Eryl walking with him into the apartment, Eryl in a restaurant with a girl, Eryl on a swing set in the park....


"I...do not know him well. Just a neighbor. As you can see...in the pictures that were taken....there's only one of us together. Entering an apartment complex," he said coolly, as he attempted to look as calm as possible.


"Is it just me, or does he look quite a bit like her. A little too much like her? Or are you now not only going to call me stupid but blind as well? Also...how would a son of a whore and a prisoner manage to live in such an extravagant apartment. Please do develop your lies better, darling," she hissed, as she got up. "You may leave now. This night has turned sour for me."


"Good night, my lady," Cacien whispered, as he pulled on his shirt and suit. He slowly walked towards the door, not daring to look back at the devil.


"Oh, and Cacien."


Her cold voice sent a shiver down his spine as he turned back around. "Yes?"


"Let's not have any more blood shall we? I hope you understand what I mean."


Her eyes glinted with insanity and jealousy, as she trailed her sharp red nails through her hair.


"Yes...my lady."


He ran out of the mansion, past the crowd of whispering nobles and into a waiting limousine. "Take me home immediately. And don't you dare bring me to my father's home," Cacien snarled into the driver's ear. The shaking driver immediately followed Cacien's orders, as he changed the navigation route.


Cacien sank back into the plush chair, breathing in deeply.


How nauseating his old world was.


He felt weighed down by the numerous glasses of alchohal and injections of drugs, yet he couldn't sleep. If he slept....she would come back to remind him of how low of a creature he was.


"Please hurry," he whispered.

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other part to come



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[Hushmydarling16]

Eryl Takeshima (will be adding more when I have time)

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He let out a breath in the empty street. He patted his pockets making sure he had Cacien'a meds. It was quiet and eery but it was nothing new during this time. Eryl glanced behind him at the pharmacy as the older gentleman bustled to close the door and perhaps go to bed himself. The conversation he had with the pharmacist was short and quick as if the male didn't want the teen stay there longer than nessessary. The boy shook his head and began walking back the the flat. His gaze drifted up to the sky barely lit stars peeked through the brightness of the city. Eryl grumbled something under his breath. Things he did during school or after Cacien didn't need to know. He paused for a moment feeling someone was following or watching him but he shrugged it off after awhile. He returned to the house quicker than he would've liked but he knew the school might have a surprise test to do to keep delinquents from smoking and ditching school. Eryl rubbed his eyes tirely closing the door behind him. The boy set the packet of pills down on the counter before turning on the faucet and splashing water on his face. If Cacien knew he had been in a fight again the mother hen and possessiveness will rear it's ugly head. With no thoughts on locking the windows forgetting actually, he plopped down on the couch slipping off the hoodie and laid fully down. His world went off like a light bulb.

 

[Atsuko]

Cacien Takeshima

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Slowly he opened the door, embracing the peaceful dark room that sucked him in. The hallway light blinked shut as the door closed behind him. He threw his jacket on to the sofa to hear a small moan from a sleeping creature on the sofa.


"Shit..sorry...," he murmured, as he snatched the jacket back up to catch sight of the irritated child. The child glanced at him with an annoyed expression and turned over. Cacien lightly chuckled and placed his jacket on top of the boy. "Go into your room soon. You're going to freeze out here." Cacien snatched up the pill bag and walked into his master bedroom, sighing as he slowly collapsed onto his bed.


[3:30 AM]


That hag needs to pay me for over time.


He trotted over into his private bathroom, sighing with relief as he entered the hot shower. The spiteful words that returned the memories of that nightmarish night rang around in his head, digging into his skull. His hands tightened around the handle, as he bitterly thought about all of the things he wanted to do to that woman. Eryl flashed through his mind, and the woman's final words were pulled back.

"Let's not have any more blood shall we? I hope you understand what I mean."

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He punched the wall, fuming with anger. Blood trickled from his fist down the wall, as he mercilessly stared at his wounded knuckled. He sure did know what she meant...and he wasn't about to let her get her way...again. Not with that boy.

 

[Hushmydarling16]

Eryl Takeshima

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The boy grunted slightly when a fabric with zippers hit his chest. His eyes opened slightly to see what had landed on top of him. He saw Cacien taking back the coat before turning away to try to settle down. He barely heard the older male when he covered the teen with the jacket. Eryl cuddled in the jacket wanting to go back to sleep. After a few minutes, he got off of the couch holding the jacket and headed to his room. He held it close shutting the bedroom door and waddled over to the bed. The teen went back to a comfortable sleep, for awhile at least.


[4:55 AM]


A dark silhouette stood against the bright back light. Alcohol and other things were evident on the way the person held himself. A deep sadistic chuckle escaped the male's lips.


"Come out here and serve us men, boy," he slurred towards the boy giving no room for argument or fighting. The mother was already busy with one of her clients. A smallish than average size teen stood up confused on why they wanted him to serve what. He walked out cowardinga bit when he got close to the male. The older male gestured to his fellow companions who were sitting around an old card table.


One of the others stood up holding out a glass of water. "Here, you might be parched after staying in there long," he handed the kid the glass with fake sympathy. Unknown to the younger male that he had walked right into a wolf den full of wolves who were famished. The boy down the water greedily not knowing what was in it. Last thing he truly remember in his innocent mind was the men's wicked grins.


He inhaled sharply waking up and held back a scream. Eryl didn't want Cacien running into his room every night he has night terrors. He rubbed his eyes glancing around the dark room. His throat was parched. The boy hesitated on leaving his room but he knew it wasn't good to leave it like that and wake up with a sore throat. He got up leaving the jacket on his bed. His gaze went back and forth between where the kitchen was and the bathroom. kitchen seemed like a better idea. he walked into the hallway and down it towards the common area.