RP Log: Kajimoto, Akutsu (and a tiny bit of Lucky)
Who: Kajimoto, Akutsu, and a flyby Leprechaun at the end
When: 6/6/06, of course
What: R for blood and language
Why: The Prince's sanity has left the building.
Things had been getting increasingly tense within the usually quiet confines of the law firm. For whatever reason, the cases that were landing on Kajimoto's desk were getting more and more vicious, and he was getting saddled with the dregs of humanity. He got them off, too; each and every one. He didn't know if his own mindset was shifting, or if the city was. It probably didn't really matter. What did matter was that damn Tzimisce...the creature would NOT get out of his head.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore. He ducked into his back office to change out of his suit, then stalked out of the office complex and headed out to the streets. His destination? The seedier side of town. His goal? A human he'd scented out the day previous, a street punk right on the border of realization, right where he needed him. When he found the brat, though, he abandoned his usual pursuit of words and seduction, opting to instead slam him up against a wall and sink his teeth right into the punk's throat.
Akutsu knew Kajimoto was around, opting not to leave his tattoo parlor though. The Ventrue hadn't caught his interest enough to actually get him to move. He also couldn't bring himself to care much for anyone that danced around the lines of vampire and human. Made no sense to him. The Monster didn't hide who he was at all, though what he'd decided to front himself as lended to his image and easily fooled people into thinking he was soemthing that he wasnt.
So thus. Kajimoto drained the brat mercilessly, though he pulled his fangs out just shy of the moment of death. Glazed eyes looked up at him in confusion as the Ventrue laid him down...and then a shriek split the night as the violet-eyed angel of death proceeded to rip the poor soul's gut open with his bare hands. He was so...angry. He couldn't even place why he was angry, but he was burning with a cold rage unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Calling on memories thought buried, he proceeded to reduce the brat to his fundamental parts as the shrieking died down, then stopped altogether. There was a certain savage glory in the blood on his hands, that was for sure.
Yellow eyes looked up from his knitting, the needles stopping their rythmic clicking as a shriek was heard. Hm. Interesting, but agian not interesting enough to pull him from his shop. Not as if the Tzimisce hadn't done or seen worse, he was one of the real monsters after all...not one of the pansy creatures that wore the fangs but hid behind their mortal masks.
A few minutes later, a second cry, then a third...it seemed that for the moment the Ventrue had lost any grip he had on humanity and was intent on destroying whatever he got his hands on. His next victims weren't even food; they were just there, the pickpockets and prostitutes of the district. Sometimes he broke their necks out of mercy. Other times he shredded their torsos open while they watched, making them endure the sight of seeing everything inside them pulled out and held in front of their faces until they expired from shock and blood loss. He was after something...or someone. Something that he wasn't finding in these people, no matter how many he ripped open.
Eventually, the Tzimisce had enough of the Ventrue. He set his things down and flipped his sign, ghosting out to find him. Before he could get his hands on his next victim he grabbed the annoying welp and shoved him against the wall, one handed. "Listen...you want to lose your fucking mind do it on your own turf, I'm going to have to clean this motherfucking mess up so get a fucking grip, comprende'?"
"Get the hell off me." Violet eyes blazed in uncontrolled anger, centuries worth of carefully-cultivated masks burning away as he stared at the Tzimisce. "This is my damn city. Get off of me." Bloodsoaked hands reached out to claw into the other vampire's shirt, fury and frustration touching his every movement. "Let me finish what I set out to do. Let me go." How dare he. How dare this bastard tell him what to do, how dare he haunt his memories and dreams to the point where he couldn't even remotely think straight. How dare he.
Honestly...Akutsu couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up in his throat, watching the nails rake over his shirt and the skin underneath. "Your city? Nice little illusion you put up for yourself....pity it's all falling apart," what a joke. Shows how well off the Camarilla higherarchy was. Crazy PsuedoPrince.
"It's mine. Everyone who challenges me needs to die. It's MINE." Those fingers left stains behind them as they ripped the shirt off and started reaching to claw viciously at whatever flesh they could get to. "Let me GO, goddamnit. This doesn't have a goddamn thing to do with you. Let. Me. GO."
"Oh, but it does," he blinked, turning his skin to acid as the hands raked across his chest, burning the Ventrue bad enough it would scar for a few days. "You might think you rule this place, but you're just a puppet and I don't need to wave my flag around and proclaim my rule....because in this place, I am already the king."
A screech of pain sounded, but Kajimoto only withdrew his hands enough to grab two fistfuls of whatever was left of Akutsu's shirt. "You are no such thing," he hissed. "You never do anything but loaf around in your shop and play around with faeries. You rule nothing. This city is mine. It was meant to be mine. Don't challenge me." Nails shredded fabric as he continued ripping anything he could get to shreds.
"If you want a challenge, keep it up," his eyes changed serpent, the pupils slitting and another set of slick eye lids blinked sideways and then the real set blinked downwards. His joints cracked as those bone claws grew, grabbing both of Kajimoto's wrists and grinding the knife sharp edges against his flesh as he growled.
"What do you want me to do? Give up and turn tail like any common cur?" Kajimoto flinched in pain as the knife edges bit into his wrists, but stared defiantly into those serpentine eyes. "I will do no such thing. Let the petty fools run away and be cowed into submission. You will NOT dominate me the way you've dominated my thoughts. This is my domain, and I will not allow you to take it from me."
"I've already taken it. Along with your sanity apparently," he threw the Ventrue to the ground, cracking his neck and closing his eyes. When they opened they were back to normal, half open and lazy.
"You have NOT taken my domain." Kajimoto was up within heartbeats, ignoring the blood streaming from his wrists, eyes still fiery with fury. "You are poison. You poisoned me, you did this to me. I cannot allow the poison to keep spreading. You cannot have my city." He growled, launching himself at the other vampire, intent on breaking anything he could get his hands on.
The problem with trying to break Akutsu was...it was damn hard and with out the Potence and Fortitude to match his own Kajimoto didn't stand a chance. He caught the smaller vampire by the throat and held him up effortlessly, dangling him a good foot off the ground. "You're wearing on my fucking nerves."
Good thing Kajimoto didn't have to breathe anymore. He fought against the grip, still defiant, still far from calm. "You can't do this to me," he hissed, the sound muted somewhat by the fingers around his throat. He fought harder, fought against the desire to submit, fought against his own wishes. "You cannot dominate me. You cannot."
"This coming from someone who could easily have their head popped off if I fucking felt like it," he looked at Kajimoto's snarling face, unnamused, uniniterested and generally bored. "Get out of my territory and maybe I'll let you go on with your little charade."
"It's NOT a charade and this is as much my territory as yours! Moreso, it's in MY CITY!" He kicked out, impacting his captor squarely in the chest. "LET ME GO! Let me go or I'll kill you!" He kicked as hard as he could, delivering sharp blows. "I hate you! Get out of my head, get out of my soul, get out of my mind and get out of my way!"
Obviously, he needed to demonstrate. The kick to his chest definitely sent reverberations through his skeletal system, but mostly it impacted his sternum piercings in the most uncomfortable of ways. He shifted and pressed Kajimoto against the wall, pinning him there with one and then drew back his fist. He left it hovering there for a moment before he swung, slamming it into the brick wall beside the Senators head. The brick shattered and cracked, sending his fist about five inches in and dust flying all about. "See...that could be your head....want to fucking continue this?"
Another blow slammed directly into Akutsu's sternum, but this time it was a fist delivered with as much force as Kajimoto could muster. He blinked as the brick near his head shattered, but mostly because of the dust that flew into his eyes and made for a distinctly uncomfortable sensation. "You wouldn't," he spat. "You're too busy congratulating yourself over having made a pawn out of a Prince."
"I don't need to fucking congradulate myself. Get out of my territory," he finally decided he was sick of this. Obviously the Ventrue was an idiot to keep pestering him like that nad if he was truly this stupid then he wasn't worth the time, he'd end up killing himself on his own. Turning, he flung Kajimoto aside and started back to his parlor.
"I don't fucking BELIEVE YOU!" Kajimoto flung the curse at him as he hit the ground, wincing as something cracked. "I don't believe you. Look what you made me into; I had to lose my mind to get your attention and you still throw me aside." He hated it. He was a slave to the whims of the elder vampire; he loathed it and desired it at the same time. Perhaps he would just end his own torment.
"You chose to lose your mind to get my attention. Believe what you want pretty boy," Akutsu certainly didn't care. Just as long as the idiot Ventrue killed things on his own turf and not his they were gravy. He continued walking away, pausing to light up a cigarette.
There was noise behind him, then the idiot Ventrue in question stumbled full-on into the Tzimisce as he stopped to light up. One arm -- the one he hadn't broken in the fall -- wrapped tightly around Akutsu's waist to hold himself up. "How else do I get your attention?" he muttered, thoroughly hating himself for this. His fight had gone out when his arm had, apparently.
Eh...Akutsu turned around and almost lit the edge of his hair on fire because of surprise. He clicked his zippo shut, startling himself and growling a bit. What the hell. "What the hell is wrong with you?" First he wants to rip his heart out, now he's sort of kinda hugging him.
While Akutsu might have made a truly impressive undead torch, it wouldn't do a whole lot for his haircut. "You're what's wrong with me, bastard." Just as well Kajimoto wasn't facing him. "You poisoned my soul. I've been fighting with myself for months. All I could think about was you, and I just...snapped. I had to eliminate the obsession that was eating at me. Apparently I suck and I failed." It was kind of a hug, but it was also kind of a realization that he'd broken a leg in that fall too. Ow.
"Not my fucking fault you're weak minded," he bitched, lighting his ciggarette properly this time. Fucked if he knew why the Ventrue was obsessed, he hadn't done a damn thing to him. The monster took a deep drag on his ciggarette, blowing smoke out of his nose.
"Yes it is your fucking fault." Kajimoto just kind of hung on as he assessed the rest of his hurts, the blood from his wounded wrist staining what was left of Akutsu's shirt interesting colors. "You kissed me. You stole me. I haven't thought of anything since then, and nothing can erase you from my mind...not even my sanity disintegrating."
"Mm," he grunted, just looking at him with no little hint of annoyance. "Not my problem." He wasn't getting involved with some crazy fucking Ventrue, he had enough insanity in his life including his own.
"Not your problem?" Kajimoto's voice cracked on the second syllable of the last word. What was wrong with this bastard? "How the fuck is it not your problem?" He lost his patience at that point, and propped himself up as much as possible before grabbing Akutsu around the neck and kissing him. Hard. Fucking asshole doesn't get someone obsessed with them and then walk off.
It caught him offguard for maybe a second before he shoved the Ventrue away and half growled. No, he thought not. "Listen you nut job, go join the fucking Malkavians and leave me the fuck alone," he half recoiled and then disappeared around the corner, going back to his shop. Like hell....just...like hell...
Rejection had never been something that the Ventrue took well to. He just stood there for a moment, then started looking for a way back to his mansion. This was...no. This was not what he wanted. He was a fool. What was the point, anyway?
"Don't you look like shit." Resplendent in day-glo orange and olive-drab green, Sengoku was sitting behind the shop counter working busily on what appeared to be a set of hand-painted barbells. The leprechaun had a certain touch for that kind of thing. "What the fuck happened to you?"
Bang. Akutsu's hand slammed into the solid part of the glass counter, rattling the entire thing and making the cash register's drawer open. "That fucking Ventrue...." needed to get the FUCK away from him. He couldn't deal with all this weird human emotional bullshit. The Tzimisce was obviously enraged, yellow eyes serpent and angry.
Whoa shit. That guy must have done something really spectacular to have THIS result. Lucky leaned over and shoved the cash register door closed, blinking roundly. "What the fuck did the little pansy-ass do this time, wreck half the city and blame it on you?" He was not sure he liked this little violet-eyed bitch. Not sure at all.
"He comes into MY territory and starts shredding people, then has the nerve to attack me and then kiss me," he growled, teeth like a pirahna's as he growled, baring them all. He'd had about enough of this bullshit and Kajimoto was quickly on the road to Hell if he wanted to keep up this shit.
Buh? Lucky looked very peculiar for a moment as he started sorting all that out. "So he kills shit, then he goes after you and then he kisses you? What the fuck kind of sense does that make? I mean, I've heard of some weird shit with vampires courting each other but that has GOT to be a first. The hell, man? You think he'd know better."
"He's a fucking moron is what he is. Come into my territory and screw around with my balance...." growl, he walked forward and flipped the sign to Closed, locking the door and heading to the back. "Fuck this."
"Well, you fucked with his, I guess." Lucky finished the barbell he was working on, then put his things away and followed Akutsu into the back. "So you just gonna fucking eliminate him, or what? I mean -- eh, I dunno what I mean, it just doesn't fucking make any sense."
Akutsu shrugged, ignoring the other as he went down into the basement. He didn't care enough to actually be bothere to answer. He'd figure something out on his own time. Hell, maybe Kajimoto would get his stupid ass stuck outside and the sun would burn him to a crisp.
Nah, the idiot had made it into a spot where he wouldn't get toasted. Not the best of spots, but he wouldn't get toasted. Sengoku padded down after the other, idly getting rid of his t-shirt. In a white tank top and olive cargos he almost looked - gasp - normal. Almost.
It was the almost part that stuck there. Akutsu just pulled off the remains of his shirt, tossing it aside and kicked out of his pants. He started up the half rusted shower and stepped in, cleaning himself off and fixing his sternum piercings so they weren't angled so painfully into his chest anymore.
While he did that, Lucky worked on the bed. He'd put a waterproof liner down so the nice mattress didn't get all icky and gross and bloody, but the sheets were a lost cause. Not that he minded. He swapped his cargos for track pants, sitting down crosslegged on the bed and waiting patiently for Jin to get done with his shower.
Akutsu stepped out of the shower, ringing out his hair before drying off and pulling on a pair of medical scrubs. He tied them off so they didn't slide off his skeletal hips and wandered over to sit down on the edge of the mattress. He raked his fingers through his hair and growled before just laying down on his back.
Idly, Lucky shifted around until he was straddling the vampire, looking down at him. His expression was unexpectedly sober, his touch light as he pushed a lock of white hair out of his partner's eyes. "I hate seeing this," he murmured.
Yellow eyes looked at him, the slightest hint of annoyance in his gaze...though that was generally normal. "What?" he snapped, shoving the hand away from his face.
"Seeing you this pissed off over someone else," Lucky replied with a shrug, pulling his hand back. He was used to this; you don't live with someone for as long as he'd lived with Akutsu and not get used to their quirks. "That's all."
"I don't fucking like people disrupting my area, It's mine and I'm not dealing with bullshit that is going to cause me issues. Those bodies are going to come back to haunt me...fucking cops and hunters will be crawling all over this place and he'll be safe up in his little penthouse while I'm getting grilled...the motherfucker," he hissed, pushing Lucky off him so he wasn't pinned to the bed.
"So I'll take care of some of it. Shit, you don't think I'm going to sit here and do nothing while you take all the grief, hm?" Lucky was creative, and he could work by day where Jin couldn't. "Let me see if I can alleviate some of it -- and lemme tell you, that brat's gonna be on the receiving end of some very bad luck here soon."
"leave him be. Who knows what he'll do if you fuck around with him. Just clean the shit up, the suns going to come up and I can't do it myself," he sighed and shoved his hand through his hair, aggravated.
"I'll take care of it, babe." Lucky kissed the cranky vampire on the cheek, then nuzzled lightly. "I ain't going to let you deal with the aftermath of this. Just take a breather, calm down. I'll be back before you know it." He slid off the bed, grabbing a shirt as he ran out the door. Time to play mop-up crew.
When: 6/6/06, of course
What: R for blood and language
Why: The Prince's sanity has left the building.
Things had been getting increasingly tense within the usually quiet confines of the law firm. For whatever reason, the cases that were landing on Kajimoto's desk were getting more and more vicious, and he was getting saddled with the dregs of humanity. He got them off, too; each and every one. He didn't know if his own mindset was shifting, or if the city was. It probably didn't really matter. What did matter was that damn Tzimisce...the creature would NOT get out of his head.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore. He ducked into his back office to change out of his suit, then stalked out of the office complex and headed out to the streets. His destination? The seedier side of town. His goal? A human he'd scented out the day previous, a street punk right on the border of realization, right where he needed him. When he found the brat, though, he abandoned his usual pursuit of words and seduction, opting to instead slam him up against a wall and sink his teeth right into the punk's throat.
Akutsu knew Kajimoto was around, opting not to leave his tattoo parlor though. The Ventrue hadn't caught his interest enough to actually get him to move. He also couldn't bring himself to care much for anyone that danced around the lines of vampire and human. Made no sense to him. The Monster didn't hide who he was at all, though what he'd decided to front himself as lended to his image and easily fooled people into thinking he was soemthing that he wasnt.
So thus. Kajimoto drained the brat mercilessly, though he pulled his fangs out just shy of the moment of death. Glazed eyes looked up at him in confusion as the Ventrue laid him down...and then a shriek split the night as the violet-eyed angel of death proceeded to rip the poor soul's gut open with his bare hands. He was so...angry. He couldn't even place why he was angry, but he was burning with a cold rage unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Calling on memories thought buried, he proceeded to reduce the brat to his fundamental parts as the shrieking died down, then stopped altogether. There was a certain savage glory in the blood on his hands, that was for sure.
Yellow eyes looked up from his knitting, the needles stopping their rythmic clicking as a shriek was heard. Hm. Interesting, but agian not interesting enough to pull him from his shop. Not as if the Tzimisce hadn't done or seen worse, he was one of the real monsters after all...not one of the pansy creatures that wore the fangs but hid behind their mortal masks.
A few minutes later, a second cry, then a third...it seemed that for the moment the Ventrue had lost any grip he had on humanity and was intent on destroying whatever he got his hands on. His next victims weren't even food; they were just there, the pickpockets and prostitutes of the district. Sometimes he broke their necks out of mercy. Other times he shredded their torsos open while they watched, making them endure the sight of seeing everything inside them pulled out and held in front of their faces until they expired from shock and blood loss. He was after something...or someone. Something that he wasn't finding in these people, no matter how many he ripped open.
Eventually, the Tzimisce had enough of the Ventrue. He set his things down and flipped his sign, ghosting out to find him. Before he could get his hands on his next victim he grabbed the annoying welp and shoved him against the wall, one handed. "Listen...you want to lose your fucking mind do it on your own turf, I'm going to have to clean this motherfucking mess up so get a fucking grip, comprende'?"
"Get the hell off me." Violet eyes blazed in uncontrolled anger, centuries worth of carefully-cultivated masks burning away as he stared at the Tzimisce. "This is my damn city. Get off of me." Bloodsoaked hands reached out to claw into the other vampire's shirt, fury and frustration touching his every movement. "Let me finish what I set out to do. Let me go." How dare he. How dare this bastard tell him what to do, how dare he haunt his memories and dreams to the point where he couldn't even remotely think straight. How dare he.
Honestly...Akutsu couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up in his throat, watching the nails rake over his shirt and the skin underneath. "Your city? Nice little illusion you put up for yourself....pity it's all falling apart," what a joke. Shows how well off the Camarilla higherarchy was. Crazy PsuedoPrince.
"It's mine. Everyone who challenges me needs to die. It's MINE." Those fingers left stains behind them as they ripped the shirt off and started reaching to claw viciously at whatever flesh they could get to. "Let me GO, goddamnit. This doesn't have a goddamn thing to do with you. Let. Me. GO."
"Oh, but it does," he blinked, turning his skin to acid as the hands raked across his chest, burning the Ventrue bad enough it would scar for a few days. "You might think you rule this place, but you're just a puppet and I don't need to wave my flag around and proclaim my rule....because in this place, I am already the king."
A screech of pain sounded, but Kajimoto only withdrew his hands enough to grab two fistfuls of whatever was left of Akutsu's shirt. "You are no such thing," he hissed. "You never do anything but loaf around in your shop and play around with faeries. You rule nothing. This city is mine. It was meant to be mine. Don't challenge me." Nails shredded fabric as he continued ripping anything he could get to shreds.
"If you want a challenge, keep it up," his eyes changed serpent, the pupils slitting and another set of slick eye lids blinked sideways and then the real set blinked downwards. His joints cracked as those bone claws grew, grabbing both of Kajimoto's wrists and grinding the knife sharp edges against his flesh as he growled.
"What do you want me to do? Give up and turn tail like any common cur?" Kajimoto flinched in pain as the knife edges bit into his wrists, but stared defiantly into those serpentine eyes. "I will do no such thing. Let the petty fools run away and be cowed into submission. You will NOT dominate me the way you've dominated my thoughts. This is my domain, and I will not allow you to take it from me."
"I've already taken it. Along with your sanity apparently," he threw the Ventrue to the ground, cracking his neck and closing his eyes. When they opened they were back to normal, half open and lazy.
"You have NOT taken my domain." Kajimoto was up within heartbeats, ignoring the blood streaming from his wrists, eyes still fiery with fury. "You are poison. You poisoned me, you did this to me. I cannot allow the poison to keep spreading. You cannot have my city." He growled, launching himself at the other vampire, intent on breaking anything he could get his hands on.
The problem with trying to break Akutsu was...it was damn hard and with out the Potence and Fortitude to match his own Kajimoto didn't stand a chance. He caught the smaller vampire by the throat and held him up effortlessly, dangling him a good foot off the ground. "You're wearing on my fucking nerves."
Good thing Kajimoto didn't have to breathe anymore. He fought against the grip, still defiant, still far from calm. "You can't do this to me," he hissed, the sound muted somewhat by the fingers around his throat. He fought harder, fought against the desire to submit, fought against his own wishes. "You cannot dominate me. You cannot."
"This coming from someone who could easily have their head popped off if I fucking felt like it," he looked at Kajimoto's snarling face, unnamused, uniniterested and generally bored. "Get out of my territory and maybe I'll let you go on with your little charade."
"It's NOT a charade and this is as much my territory as yours! Moreso, it's in MY CITY!" He kicked out, impacting his captor squarely in the chest. "LET ME GO! Let me go or I'll kill you!" He kicked as hard as he could, delivering sharp blows. "I hate you! Get out of my head, get out of my soul, get out of my mind and get out of my way!"
Obviously, he needed to demonstrate. The kick to his chest definitely sent reverberations through his skeletal system, but mostly it impacted his sternum piercings in the most uncomfortable of ways. He shifted and pressed Kajimoto against the wall, pinning him there with one and then drew back his fist. He left it hovering there for a moment before he swung, slamming it into the brick wall beside the Senators head. The brick shattered and cracked, sending his fist about five inches in and dust flying all about. "See...that could be your head....want to fucking continue this?"
Another blow slammed directly into Akutsu's sternum, but this time it was a fist delivered with as much force as Kajimoto could muster. He blinked as the brick near his head shattered, but mostly because of the dust that flew into his eyes and made for a distinctly uncomfortable sensation. "You wouldn't," he spat. "You're too busy congratulating yourself over having made a pawn out of a Prince."
"I don't need to fucking congradulate myself. Get out of my territory," he finally decided he was sick of this. Obviously the Ventrue was an idiot to keep pestering him like that nad if he was truly this stupid then he wasn't worth the time, he'd end up killing himself on his own. Turning, he flung Kajimoto aside and started back to his parlor.
"I don't fucking BELIEVE YOU!" Kajimoto flung the curse at him as he hit the ground, wincing as something cracked. "I don't believe you. Look what you made me into; I had to lose my mind to get your attention and you still throw me aside." He hated it. He was a slave to the whims of the elder vampire; he loathed it and desired it at the same time. Perhaps he would just end his own torment.
"You chose to lose your mind to get my attention. Believe what you want pretty boy," Akutsu certainly didn't care. Just as long as the idiot Ventrue killed things on his own turf and not his they were gravy. He continued walking away, pausing to light up a cigarette.
There was noise behind him, then the idiot Ventrue in question stumbled full-on into the Tzimisce as he stopped to light up. One arm -- the one he hadn't broken in the fall -- wrapped tightly around Akutsu's waist to hold himself up. "How else do I get your attention?" he muttered, thoroughly hating himself for this. His fight had gone out when his arm had, apparently.
Eh...Akutsu turned around and almost lit the edge of his hair on fire because of surprise. He clicked his zippo shut, startling himself and growling a bit. What the hell. "What the hell is wrong with you?" First he wants to rip his heart out, now he's sort of kinda hugging him.
While Akutsu might have made a truly impressive undead torch, it wouldn't do a whole lot for his haircut. "You're what's wrong with me, bastard." Just as well Kajimoto wasn't facing him. "You poisoned my soul. I've been fighting with myself for months. All I could think about was you, and I just...snapped. I had to eliminate the obsession that was eating at me. Apparently I suck and I failed." It was kind of a hug, but it was also kind of a realization that he'd broken a leg in that fall too. Ow.
"Not my fucking fault you're weak minded," he bitched, lighting his ciggarette properly this time. Fucked if he knew why the Ventrue was obsessed, he hadn't done a damn thing to him. The monster took a deep drag on his ciggarette, blowing smoke out of his nose.
"Yes it is your fucking fault." Kajimoto just kind of hung on as he assessed the rest of his hurts, the blood from his wounded wrist staining what was left of Akutsu's shirt interesting colors. "You kissed me. You stole me. I haven't thought of anything since then, and nothing can erase you from my mind...not even my sanity disintegrating."
"Mm," he grunted, just looking at him with no little hint of annoyance. "Not my problem." He wasn't getting involved with some crazy fucking Ventrue, he had enough insanity in his life including his own.
"Not your problem?" Kajimoto's voice cracked on the second syllable of the last word. What was wrong with this bastard? "How the fuck is it not your problem?" He lost his patience at that point, and propped himself up as much as possible before grabbing Akutsu around the neck and kissing him. Hard. Fucking asshole doesn't get someone obsessed with them and then walk off.
It caught him offguard for maybe a second before he shoved the Ventrue away and half growled. No, he thought not. "Listen you nut job, go join the fucking Malkavians and leave me the fuck alone," he half recoiled and then disappeared around the corner, going back to his shop. Like hell....just...like hell...
Rejection had never been something that the Ventrue took well to. He just stood there for a moment, then started looking for a way back to his mansion. This was...no. This was not what he wanted. He was a fool. What was the point, anyway?
"Don't you look like shit." Resplendent in day-glo orange and olive-drab green, Sengoku was sitting behind the shop counter working busily on what appeared to be a set of hand-painted barbells. The leprechaun had a certain touch for that kind of thing. "What the fuck happened to you?"
Bang. Akutsu's hand slammed into the solid part of the glass counter, rattling the entire thing and making the cash register's drawer open. "That fucking Ventrue...." needed to get the FUCK away from him. He couldn't deal with all this weird human emotional bullshit. The Tzimisce was obviously enraged, yellow eyes serpent and angry.
Whoa shit. That guy must have done something really spectacular to have THIS result. Lucky leaned over and shoved the cash register door closed, blinking roundly. "What the fuck did the little pansy-ass do this time, wreck half the city and blame it on you?" He was not sure he liked this little violet-eyed bitch. Not sure at all.
"He comes into MY territory and starts shredding people, then has the nerve to attack me and then kiss me," he growled, teeth like a pirahna's as he growled, baring them all. He'd had about enough of this bullshit and Kajimoto was quickly on the road to Hell if he wanted to keep up this shit.
Buh? Lucky looked very peculiar for a moment as he started sorting all that out. "So he kills shit, then he goes after you and then he kisses you? What the fuck kind of sense does that make? I mean, I've heard of some weird shit with vampires courting each other but that has GOT to be a first. The hell, man? You think he'd know better."
"He's a fucking moron is what he is. Come into my territory and screw around with my balance...." growl, he walked forward and flipped the sign to Closed, locking the door and heading to the back. "Fuck this."
"Well, you fucked with his, I guess." Lucky finished the barbell he was working on, then put his things away and followed Akutsu into the back. "So you just gonna fucking eliminate him, or what? I mean -- eh, I dunno what I mean, it just doesn't fucking make any sense."
Akutsu shrugged, ignoring the other as he went down into the basement. He didn't care enough to actually be bothere to answer. He'd figure something out on his own time. Hell, maybe Kajimoto would get his stupid ass stuck outside and the sun would burn him to a crisp.
Nah, the idiot had made it into a spot where he wouldn't get toasted. Not the best of spots, but he wouldn't get toasted. Sengoku padded down after the other, idly getting rid of his t-shirt. In a white tank top and olive cargos he almost looked - gasp - normal. Almost.
It was the almost part that stuck there. Akutsu just pulled off the remains of his shirt, tossing it aside and kicked out of his pants. He started up the half rusted shower and stepped in, cleaning himself off and fixing his sternum piercings so they weren't angled so painfully into his chest anymore.
While he did that, Lucky worked on the bed. He'd put a waterproof liner down so the nice mattress didn't get all icky and gross and bloody, but the sheets were a lost cause. Not that he minded. He swapped his cargos for track pants, sitting down crosslegged on the bed and waiting patiently for Jin to get done with his shower.
Akutsu stepped out of the shower, ringing out his hair before drying off and pulling on a pair of medical scrubs. He tied them off so they didn't slide off his skeletal hips and wandered over to sit down on the edge of the mattress. He raked his fingers through his hair and growled before just laying down on his back.
Idly, Lucky shifted around until he was straddling the vampire, looking down at him. His expression was unexpectedly sober, his touch light as he pushed a lock of white hair out of his partner's eyes. "I hate seeing this," he murmured.
Yellow eyes looked at him, the slightest hint of annoyance in his gaze...though that was generally normal. "What?" he snapped, shoving the hand away from his face.
"Seeing you this pissed off over someone else," Lucky replied with a shrug, pulling his hand back. He was used to this; you don't live with someone for as long as he'd lived with Akutsu and not get used to their quirks. "That's all."
"I don't fucking like people disrupting my area, It's mine and I'm not dealing with bullshit that is going to cause me issues. Those bodies are going to come back to haunt me...fucking cops and hunters will be crawling all over this place and he'll be safe up in his little penthouse while I'm getting grilled...the motherfucker," he hissed, pushing Lucky off him so he wasn't pinned to the bed.
"So I'll take care of some of it. Shit, you don't think I'm going to sit here and do nothing while you take all the grief, hm?" Lucky was creative, and he could work by day where Jin couldn't. "Let me see if I can alleviate some of it -- and lemme tell you, that brat's gonna be on the receiving end of some very bad luck here soon."
"leave him be. Who knows what he'll do if you fuck around with him. Just clean the shit up, the suns going to come up and I can't do it myself," he sighed and shoved his hand through his hair, aggravated.
"I'll take care of it, babe." Lucky kissed the cranky vampire on the cheek, then nuzzled lightly. "I ain't going to let you deal with the aftermath of this. Just take a breather, calm down. I'll be back before you know it." He slid off the bed, grabbing a shirt as he ran out the door. Time to play mop-up crew.