I TOLD YOU FROM THE START [death]

[MITSUKI AI]

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the countdown begins to destroy ourselves
WHO'S GOING TO FIGHT FOR WHAT'S RIGHT?

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It was already dark, her job as a maid had taken longer tonight, she had to clean messes that just kept piling up and she had to put her master to bed. She didn't like her job that much but at least it paid her. She needed the money. She knew this part of town was bad but she had been through this town millions of times, once at night, what would be different about this night? Mitsu held her bag close to her body, her coat didn't cover her maid outfit all the way and it was already getting colder. She sighed, she knew she would be home soon, Toulouse would be waiting and they would talk, she would sip some hot coco and they would both be off to bed. She would go to her room and he would go to his room, they were like brother and sister, him and her. He was like an older brother, he protected her and took her in when she was on the streets. She was grateful for that.

Her high heel boots clanked slightly on the sidewalk, she felt tall with these on, she liked wearing high shoes, it made up for her being so short. She was like 5 foot something, below 5'4''. It had been a while sinse she last measured herself, she didn't seem like she grew but still she was short. She continued to walk on the sidewalk, passing bars and bars, men that stared at her as she moved along. She didn't like them staring but she just kept to herself and walked. What time was it now? It was getting later and later, she wanted to get home and go to bed, skip the hot coco, she was too tired. She didn't have school tomorow, that was a plus but the next afternoon she had to work again. Probably be late until she got home again.

She could just turn into a cat and run her little feets all the way home but wait... she had a bag. Dang, plan ruined. She stopped and stood, sighing, closing her eyes and putting her face to her forehead. She really just wished she could fly or sleep or something. She opened her eyes and looked around, maybe she could just find a hotel and stay there for the night, that wouldn't be so bad. No wait, bad idea. Not in this part of town. Mitsuki sighed again and started to move again, holding her body, keeping her warmth inside her body. She was an orphan, ever since she was five, she barely had any memory before she was seven. All she knew that was ended up here, she stayed with Toulouse and that was all. She got a job, became a student and she just lived her life.

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a hero's not afraid to give his life
A HERO'S GOING TO SAVE ME JUST IN TIME?

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ashton with death ?!:TAGGED:
472 !?:WORDS:
fallout boy and skillet <3 !?:MUSE:
N/A !?:TATTOO:
hero by skillet !?:LYRICS:
earl of HORROR SHOW! :CREDITS:

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[DEATH]

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[/color] Death asked, whispering in the girl's ear. She looked not much younger than the Grim Reaper, yet he knew at first sight that she wasn't immortal. In fact, he was pretty sure that, when he put his mind to it, he could remember seeing her records back in the Underworld, lost in a large pile with the rest of them. Her name, race, and everything else was blurred, just as all of his memories were. Death gave the girl a flashy grin, "You don't look like the kind of girl to spend her time around here; you look rather tired, actually,"[/color] Death said bluntly, not bothering to hide the obvious, though he was quite sure the girl could tell whether she was tired or not. Most people could, after all.

Not wanting to give up on the girl, Death held his hand out. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he could get the girl in bed - something he couldn't remember doing for quite some time - not since humans began appearing in Forestille; after all, their low tolerance to the lifestyle of Forestille made them die off much quicker than other creatures. "Perhaps a drink or two would cheer you up,"[/color] or three, or possibly even four - as much as it took to get her drunk enough to forget about wherever she was going and agree to go with him to a room and get dirty.
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[MITSUKI AI]

Her eyelids were growing heavier each time she blinked, it was obvious she was tired and she didn't want to stay in this part of town any longer. Turning into a cat would probably be a good idea and hiding her bag somewhere for the time being. She kept to herself as she walked by a couple of men, all staring at her, she was nervous in this bits of town and all she wished was to get out of there. 'Hmm, what do we have here?' A male voice spoke to her, they were beside her ear and she felt herself shiver slightly because it was unexpected. 'You don't look like the kind of girl to spend her time around here; you look rather tired, actually,' He told her, stating the obvious. She stopped and turned to look at him, he was slightly cute, long hair, goggles, a scythe on his back. It wasn't weird to have those, this was Forestille, there was everything here. The humans though, didn't belong.

"I'm fine," She told him, she didn't know where he was going to go with this, she didn't like the looks of him. 'Perhaps a drink or two would cheer you up,' He insisted, his voice was so smooth; a drink or two sounded good right now, she rarely drank but she had been stressing out for the past two days, she needed one. She looked at him, inspecting him. Maybe she should just say yes, he didn't look like he was from here, so it wasn't going to hurt to just have one or two drinks. "Okay..." Her voice was silent, barely over than a whisper. The bad thing about drinking was that she got drunk after just two drinks, so she would only have like one.

[DEATH]

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[/color] he asked sweetly, not bothering with the formalities of putting forth his own name first - that wasn't really something he did, considering he most often went by the name 'Death'. Most of his previous one-night-stands were much less vocal during the pre-sex drink, though the young man (hah) had to admit, this girl was very curious.

"So, tell me, is this costume of yours for a kinky sex game, or do you just find amusement in dressing as a maid while walking through the redlight district?"[/color] Death raised an eyebrow and leaned in, sipping his drink lightly as he waited for a response.
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[/b] hooray for not-so-long posts ~!
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[MITSUKI AI]

When she answered in her tiny voice, his arm came around her waist; something poked her in the back but she ignored it. They walked down the street, him and her, his arm still around her tiny waist. Why did she have to go so small, she didn't like it. He took her to a bar, there was barely anyone in there and she was helped into a stool at the bar. Her small bag was on the floor, there was nothing valuable in there anyway, and he ordered himself and for her. Mitsu took the drink in her tiny hands, it had a strong, tender smell, something that could get her drunk in two hits. 'So, I don't think I caught your name, care to remind me?' He asked, taking a sip of his drink. She took a sip of her drink, it was sweet, bitter... "Mitsu" She didn't want him to really find her, so that no one else would know that she is a maid. It wouldn't look good.

"You?" She asked, taking a few more sips of her drink and leaning onto the counter. 'So, tell me, is this costume of yours for a kinky sex game, or do you just find amusement in dressing as a maid while walking through the redlight district?' He asked, she looked at him, her maid outfit was a bit... sexy and inappropriate but it paid her lots so she didn't mind. "I work as a maid and have to pass by this district to get home." Home, she would have been like one or two minutes away from entering the house and going to bed. Sleeping until tomorow where she would get up, do homework and go straight to work. Wow... interesting life she had every day. She needed some fun, of course there was the occasional fun with Toulouse, they played around sometimes but other times she would be sleeping or just be too busy to do anything.

[DEATH]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,455,true][atrb=background,http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/efpattern1.png] ❝ FROM THE MINUTE THAT I SAW HER ❞ SHE WAS DIFFERENT FROM THE REST, BUT I DIDN'T HEAR HER TALKING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I WAS STARING AT HER CHEST DEATH TOOK ANOTHER SIP OF HIS DRINK. He had been staring down at the glass during the silence between the two of them, but the second her name escaped her lips, the Grim Reaper found himself staring right at her. And not just at her boobs like usual. Her name was actually quite pretty. Not very common - he'd never heard the name before in his life - but pretty all the same. Death smirked when Mitsu asked for his name in return for giving out her own. "You don't know?"

[/color] he asked, feigning shock. He ran his hand across the scythe on his back, "I'm a celebrity, babe,"[/color] he slurred, beginning to feel the alcohol. Death laughed he scooted his chair closer to Mitsu and put an arm across her small shoulders.

"Now, tell me, have you ever heard of the Grim Reaper?"[/color] he asked, whispering through her hair and into her ear in just a wayt to make his breath tickle the side of her neck. Death took another sip of his drink before looking over at Mitsu's. He had to admit, as nice as a little alcohol was, he hadn't really been all that lenient with the alcohol. His head told him that wasn't such a great idea, after all. But his dick on the other hand, well, that was a different story, and Death wasn't really in the mood for waiting for the pretty little female to get drunk the slow, healthy way. The Grim Reaper pushed his drink towards the girl, "I bet you've never tried anything like this, before,"[/color] he murmured, again whispering the words into her ear, doing his best to turn her on and get his sexual frustrations out. It was sad how someone like the Grim Reaper couldn't get a date in several hundreds of years - much less a good fuck - but this was just pathetic. He was really starting to lose his touch.

Truthfully, Death had actually believed that Mitsu was just dressing up as a maid, he never expected her to actually be one. Admittedly, however, the idea of doing the dirty with a real maid as opposed to a girl with an obsession for dirty sex games was a bit of a turn on - even for someone as old as Death. Surprisingly, he found it was much harder to shake the smirk tonight than ever before in his life. His serious bad-boy attitude was down the drain, and honestly, for this one, he didn't give a damn. "A maid, eh?" he asked, "I find that to be very attractive, Mitsu" he unwrapped his arm from around her shoulders and trailed his bony forefinger down her spine, attempting to get a reaction and hoping for the life of him it didn't put him in the doghouse.
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[/b] hooray for not-so-long posts ~!
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[MITSUKI AI]

The bar wasn't crowded at all, barely any peple except for a drunk guy passed out with a beer in his hand on a table, them and the bartender. Even though it was nice being here, she knew soon she would have to get home soon, she could already picture it. Her coming home, opening the door to a dark house and plopping right onto her bed under the sweet covers. 'You don't know? I'm a celebrity, babe,' He told her, he sounded shocked at first and he touched the weapon he had on his back. She still didn't have a clue. He came closer, she sipped her drink, he whispered silently in her ear, 'Now, tell me, have you ever heard of the Grim Reaper?' She felt a slight shiver run down her spine, why the hell would the grim reaper be up here? If he was up here, did that mean she was going to die now? Not now, she was healthy and it seemed every thing was alright. Maybe he was just talking to her, all of the situations ran through her head. Dang, she worried way too much.

"Of course I've had, just I thought the Grim Reaper wore a huge black cloak and was a skeleton." She replied, sarcasm tinted her voice just slightly. She didn't want to piss him off if he was the real Death but still, who said she couldn't have her fun. She sipped her drink more and more, she could feel it taking effect but it wasn't strong enough for her to get drunk yet. Soon though, she probably would and then Death would kill her and well, that was the end of her. Why not live your life before you die? Well wait, before she got too ahead, was she going to die tonight or was Death just here just because. It was impossible that it was her time to go. 'I bet you've never tried anything like this, before,' He told her, she smirked, setting her drink down and grabbing his and taking a sip. "I bet you my life I haven't," She answered, yep, she had never tasted something like this. It was strong and she liked it, whatever it was she wanted more of it so she just took it instead of giving it back. She was like that.

'A maid, eh?' She didn't like the sound of his voice when she told him she was a maid. She took another sip of Death's drink and watched him. Maybe she was going a bit far with this. 'I find that to be very attractive, Mitsu' Yep too far, she felt his hand go down her spine, he traced it, moving his hand so sweetly. She arched her back slightly, moving away from his hand. Maybe she should just leave. She took another sip of his drink, she liked it and she didn't want to give it back. "Everyone does, hun." She whispered to him, she didn't want to go any farther of what it was already but she could feel the two drinks taking effect. Why the hell did she get drunk so fast? Maybe it was the strength of the drink, yes that was what it was. She already felt slightly drunk, she looked up at him, she was probably going to do something stupid. Just watch. She took another sip of the drink, every sip made her more drunk.

She turned her whole body toward him, one leg on each side of him. They faced each other, she took another sip, whooo it's was strong. She felt like teasing him, she was always loved playing with teh boys when she got drunk, even slightly drunk, she still teased them. Mitsu placed the drink on the counter and leaned toward him, her lips near his ear so he would be the only one to hear. "Too bad you can't say what's under," She whispered, smirking slightly, "It's even more sexier than my outfit." She finished, pulling back, turning around again to face away, grabbing his drink and taking another sip of it. Maybe she would regret this later but right now, it felt good. She leaned against the counter, just waiting, she knew he would be begging soon.

[BLAME LADY GAGA XD]

[DEATH]

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[/color] he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "Why don't people ever get it?" he pointed to himself with an over-exagerated arm-movement. "Why can't people just get that the Grim Reaper isn's some nasty old fart,"[/color] he moaned and knocked his forehead on her shoulder.

All drama aside, Death merely smirked when Mitsu took his drink. By the look on her face, he knew she liked it - or at least, was too buzzed to notice the taste of hard alcohol. Death smirked, "Like it?" he asked, raising his eyebrow as she took another sip. Death couldn't help but stare at her. Everyone liked maid outfits, of course. But thinking about it was starting to heat him up. It didn't help that the Grim Reaper was already beginning to feel a buzz from the alcohol, and he could tell, out of the corner of his eye, that Mitzu was, too.

Death's eyes brightened when Mitzu mentioned her undergarments. He could feel his dick in his pants, and wanted this whole preliminary process over with. After all, Mitzu was an adorable maid, and Death was a hormone-filled teenager (physically, at least). He closed his eyes and breathed in through his mouth and out through his nose. The last thing he wanted was to get a boner before they got into it. He didn't want to be overly obnoxious about his sexual interest in the girl nor did he want to explode before he had time to enjoy. Death opened his eyes and put on a large smirk, "Babe, I am the king of Death, I could have fucking x-ray vision for all you knew," Death teased loudly back, squeezing her waist.

"But hey, enlighten me," Death shrugged, he moved his hand down her hip to the top of her thigh. He dug his nails lightly into her lower-thigh and ran them up her leg again, finding the whole ordeal rather amusing. Masturbation had nothing on this. "I'd love to see what's under that outfit,"
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[/b] blame the sexual-ness on my Starkid muse ~
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[MITSUKI AI]

'Why does everyone think that? Why don't people ever get it? Why can't people just get that the Grim Reaper isn's some nasty old fart,' He groaned, throwing his hands in the air in the middle of his sentences and ending it with him bumping his head on her shoulder. She just smirked and giggled for a few seconds. She just looked at him, "Maybye cause that's what you see in pictures." She replied, still a smirk planted on her lips. She took a few more sips of the strong drink, liking it every time she tasted it. 'Like it?' Just by taking another sip, he had gotten his answer, she loved it. The drink was just so... sweet, strong, bitter, tasteful, all together, something she could drink all day, get drunk then drink it more and more.

She faced him, one leg on each side, she stared up at him, taking sips of the drink but soon setting it back on the counter. 'Babe, I am the king of Death, I could have fucking x-ray vision for all you knew,' He told her, he tightened his grip around her waist, she moved closer to him, so she was just about a foot away from his chest. 'But hey, enlighten me,' Death told her, she could feel his hands trail down her hip to her thigh, he continued to move down, to her lower thigh. A sweet pain traveled through her as he dug his nails slightly into her thigh. It felt good, she was getting slightly turned on by him, but maybe it was the drink. She was already considered a drunk. 'I'd love to see what's under that outfit,' He whispered to her, she arched her back, pushing against him.. "Then lets go," She whispered gently in his ear. God what was she doing, she was drunk, she knew if she wasn't drunk she would be slapping this boy for even trying. She was definitely going to regret this. She slid off the stool, standing against Death, she looked up at him. Mitsu smirked and started to walk away, to the door. They would probably find some place to continue this game, hotel, somewhere in this district.

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[/b] sorry for this being so freaking late ~ i was working on dream on which has had an unexpected boom of activity (i mean, it's just another pkmn rp, after all).

After your reply would also be a good time to 'fade to black' - since it's against the proboards terms of service to get too detailed with sexual material. I could always start my reply with the morning after ~
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[MITSUKI AI]

She had set him off just by pushing against him and walking to the door, she could see him following her. He twirled his large weapon in his hand, he had already payed the bartender and his lips came to her ear. 'You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, princess,' He told her, putting the scythe behind his back and lifting her. She was surprised by him picking her up but she was fine with it. She was too drunk to even do anything about, also his hold, oh what a hold. What was she doing though? If her par-.... if anyone saw her like this, in a maid outfit, being carried off by Death to somewhere private... oh she would be the laughing stock... Or be considered a slut. She could barely move while he held her, he was carrying her bridal style and she had her arm nearest to him around his neck so she wouldn't fall and die.

He carried Mitsu down the straight before coming to a hotel. She looked up at him, and then back to the hotel as they entered. The two didn't have to say anything, he gave Death a key and he gave the guy behind the counter the money. Was he familiar with this hotel or something? She didn't really care, he still didn't let go of her. He had no struggle with carrying her up the stairs and she felt like she was going to die or something. Dang she was drunk. They both reached the hotel room and he had set her down. She stumbled slightly because it seemed like it had been years since her feet touched the ground; he took his time opening the door, she smirked, shaking her head slightly and putting her hand on top of his and opening the wooden door. They stepped into the hotel room, it was dark but she could see where the bed was at least.

Though drunk, she didn't feel comfortable showing her body to a guy, even if she had known him for a while. They both walked to the bed and she felt herself fall on the bed, a body moved onto her and she felt herself heat up. Clothes were being taken off, she felt so bare. He took wasted no time before both were under the covers sleeping. Mitsu was sleeping on his arm, she was a bit of a cuddler when she slept. She dreamed some and woke up probably only once or twice to turn over, after that, the sun was up to ruin her sleep.

[ i didn't really know how to do the end so i took a shot at it xD ]