There is a dilapidated town in an abandoned part of Japan: a corrupted place filled with people who have never seen a life without drugs, crime, sex and death. It is tainted. It is depraved. It is their way of life.
Then, one day, as if sending down death gods to carve the blight away, two people appear. One a "demon", and the other simply "mist".
They hunt. They chase. They kill.
Once a contract is made, they never show mercy.
So, as if "heaven" has heard the calls of the fallen, a third person enters the stage.
An "angel", to purify the blight, and to chain the death gods to their thrones.
--those who thrive in the dark will inevitably find the light. They will weave their shadows into it, and swallow it whole.
After all, no light can shine without darkness. Especially not one this bright.
In the year that they hadn't come, it seemed that the sunflower bed had been trimmed and thinned out -- there weren't nearly half as many left. His gaze shifted slightly to the side, and his breath caught in his throat.
Glossy, snow-white tresses fell softly over the brightest, vermillion eyes he'd ever seen, framing slender cheeks; one tattooed with a barcode. There was a younger male donned in loose-fitting clothes that looked much too large for him, his light-grey cardigan falling past his collarbones, rustling in the wind. He had a bunch of lavender pink and aureolin flowers nestled in a bouquet adorned with a curled, silver ribbon, and he was speaking softly.
Subconsciously, Soraru moved closer.
14 Nov 2016
"You just jumped over the counter and hid from a strange man carrying a pair of handcuffs are you a criminal I'm not harbouring your fugitive ass in my coffee shop"
Thanks to Kallias for the prompt, and credit to the original owner!
As the owner of a café, he didn't expect to be bowled over by a blur of colour during his sixteen-hour work shift. How the hell did someone launch themselves over the counter that quickly, anyway?
To be fair, it didn't feel too bad to cuddle them on the floor--
--which was a thought he really shouldn't have been having, considering he'd nearly gotten a concussion.
A being of the sky, and a being of the Underworld and Hell.
When they meet--
--oh, you thought this would be a heart-wrenching, cliché story about forbidden love?
Sorry, I guess I baited you there.
No, this is a story about I-don't-give-a-fuck-these-rules-are-mine-to-make Kuroko Tetsuya, and just-date-me-already-stop-being-the-mature-one Akashi Seijuurou.
Of course, they're both still completely badass, chill and they'll rip apart those who attempt to even make a move on the other.
Stuck in between are some unfortunate, rainbow morons and their extras: an overprotective, older-brother-figure who loves light novels way too much for it to be healthy, and a lot more otherworldly beings that never wanted to resurrect in the first place if it meant going through what they had to go through. Oh, and humans who die.
A lot of them.
(Don't worry, Akashi still tops.)
A story in which Akashi Seijuurou's immune system is the one thing that isn't absolute about him by Kaios for 04-akakuro-11 aka Paige
11 Sep 2016
A typical story with a killer and an heir, who of course, is the last remaining member of his family, clan, or whatever. They fall in love, obviously, and desperately attempt to fight their fates, destined to be torn apart by those who oppose their relationship--!
Clichés like that, however, don't happen in this story.
For this is a tale of an heir who isn't all about justice and the protection of innocents, and a killer who is kind of -- well, extremely -- whipped.
Incidentally, Ogiwara Shigehiro also has the ability to regenerate hearts. For a demon of his calibre, though, it isn't all that surprising.