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01 May 2007 @ 07:04 pm
A Little Pain to Your Failure  
Setting: Midgar, Jade, Your Mom.
Characters: Riku (black_keyblade), Albedo (sweetvice), Mello (not_mellow) & Roxas (hairgeljunkie)
Status: In progress~

It was not a familiar situation that Mello had found himself in, settled upon the chair in his Shinra office, absently staring at his suspected pet and his mind rolling through details as he ironed his intentions. He often reacted by instinct, perhaps reckless to an infinite degree, but it generally supplied him results he would find himself fond of... However, research had reflected that planning would have been necessary, it fortunately a task that came easily to him.

Simply not frequently desired.

Shifting forward as the chair protested beneath him, the blonde grabbed the phone from his desk - another miracle in itself, he often calling upon Raziel to hold the blasted thing - leaning his elbows against the wooden surface. It had been the third replacement for the week, and he wasn't seeing another in his near future. Not unless he was interrupted once more.

Absently, he pounded rhythmically into the keys, feeling his tension stretch as he forced aside a growl, it feral as he felt his patience ebb. Someone had escaped him, an important figure wiped from the records.. And while Mello had known only his name, it had taken some effort and a greater amount of time to discover the face of this illusive pain in his ass.

And for that, he'd make him pay. No one disobeyed him, and he wouldn't stand for this disgusting disrespect.

Bowing his head as his brows knitted, Mello waited as the phone rang, calling into the depths of Jade to the lone man he was about to rip everything from, and promptly shove it down his mother-fucking throat.
black_keyblade on May 2nd, 2007 06:54 am (UTC)
Having returned from work Riku was more than a little disappointed he'd missed Roxas' leave, but he had been issued demands that seemed less than reasonable and had taken him ages to meet. But he'd assured himself once again that it was for a worthy cause and with that in mind he had completed it regardless of how long it took.

The next time the man wanted some obscure blend of tea and served in just a certain way he could get someone else to do it. Riku was fast becoming impatient in that regard, this among his considerations as he tossed his uniform aside and found some clothes he was far more comfortable in, pulling them on before stowing them away.

Better Roxas not find out what sort of work he'd taken on, much less have the opportunity to quesiton it. The job was embarrassing enough without the thought that his boyfreind might find out, which his employer was definitely dangling over his head every five seconds, and apparently amused by.

How the man even found out about Roxas, he didn't know, but he wasn't the least bit happy about it.

Having hidden the infernal clothing successfully he was about to turn to the possible task of making some kind of meal when he heard the phone ring, reluctant to hunt it down but doing so on the off chance perhaps Roxas needed something, though he never seemed to encounter problems when he was out at work.

Picking up the reciever he waited a moment before speaking. "Hello?" Riku had never much favored the phone but if he had to he'd answer it. Being unable to speak on the device was not a weakness he was willing to foster within himself by any means.
not_mellow on May 2nd, 2007 07:04 am (UTC)
Mello had nearly determined the possibility that the phone would not be answered, thus increasing the probability it would find itself flung at Albedo. Yet as he felt his hand clench at the receiver, arm tense with a restrained temptation, he paused at the sound of the phone being answered.

My, it did seems blessings were granted.

.. Though Mello would have much adored the chance to beat the other boy upside the head.

Waiting a pulse as he heard the other answer, the blonde mused the particular appearance of his escaped employee, casting the provided photograph a dark look. While it was terribly distorted and somewhat bleak in features, there was no denying to some degree that it could perhaps resemble a man.. Of feminine qualities.. What was with men these days? Disgusting homosexuals, ought to all be shot. Repeatedly. In various parts of the body.

"I have something blonde and pretty, and I think he may belong to you," he replied after a beat, casting a brief glance toward the nearby chair where a jacket was draped. "It'd be a shame to dirty his jacket any more.. It looked new." A thin smile began to creep across his features as he felt the malice boil within him, shifting in his seat as his grip would simply remain upon the phone. He was going to make this poor bastard pay for escaping him.
black_keyblade on May 3rd, 2007 05:17 am (UTC)
Where Riku had expected a routine phone conversation, some short exchange that meant little if anything, as much was hardly supplied. Brows knit as he registered the words he debated whether this might be some sort of ruse, and further how people were happening to know things he didn't exactly broadcast.

Edgeworth had known as well and that made him question where the information was coming from, however his attention didn't remain on that idea for long with the thought that something may have happened to Roxas, and it would be his fault.

Roxas had already dealt with so much, suffered far more than he ever could have deserved, things he still didn't understand but would not ask. Whatever all had occurred it had been hell and the thought that it might repeat itself was something that he could not accept, gripping the phone as shadows writhed in their respective locations.

"...And what? I take it you're wanting something." Whoever this joker was he had to have ulterior motives if he was serious, else there seemed no reason to call Riku. Simply informing him didn't seem something one would do unless they'd some sort of demand, though what he might have that anyone would want was beyond him.
not_mellow on May 3rd, 2007 05:25 am (UTC)
The pause was enough to determine that he had managed to capture the other's attention, a prior concern that Mello hadn't shaded much debate over. If Riku had failed to be uncooperative, he would have simply resorted to another method, dragging the youth in by force.

This particular approach, however, had been elected for successful results.

"Strike an attitude with me and I'll shoot his other arm," the blonde replied darkly, far from a fan for picking his battles; if this insignificant pain in his ass was going to take a tone with him, he wouldn't hesitate to terminate his hostage. There was little reason for him to keep him while he was simply taking up space downstairs.

"I'd like to return him to you. However, you need to come here and we can have.. A little chat.. Come unarmed and come alone, though I doubt it'll matter. It's his head you'd be sacrificing and I don't much care for blondes."
black_keyblade on May 3rd, 2007 06:58 am (UTC)
Though not at all pleased with the situation with every syllable he heard Riku remained silent, listening to whatever the hell this freak seemed to want from him. Why he demanded a chat was beyond him as he would have assumed some monetary demand or another.

Further, how had this person managed to overpower Roxas? His boyfriend was certainly formiddable and that much had been demonstrated before.

The man seemed pretty impatient too, something that was noted for later use if there was the possibility of utilizing it. Whatever was meant to be discussed it seemed a rather big deal to this guy for unknown reasons, but the remark about coming alone and unarmed amused him.

After all, the only weapon he'd used in nearly five years had been his shadow. He had another, of course, but he'd yet to pull it on anyone. "...Where might here be?" Riku inquired after some moments of silence, voice neutral. Whatever was going on he needed to be careful.
not_mellow on May 3rd, 2007 02:10 pm (UTC)
Mello smiled darkly to find that he had managed to mold the other male as he expected, yet wasn't ignorant enough to confuse himself. Riku had been Shinra's former bodyguard, presently MIA and likely dangerous to some account. Other guards of the building had recalled the male seeming isolated, intimidating.. Yet had never determined why.

Nor were they presented the opportunity before Mello had simply lost all interest in the subject.

Fact of the matter, Riku had been absent the day of his take over, and he didn't appreciate tardiness. It would seem some education would be necessary, and given his pet's abilities, the incident wasn't likely to occur again.. If ever.

"Shinra Headquarters. Expect some.. Remodeling.. And Riku? If you fuck this up... I'll fuck him up."

The idea of perhaps rolling the boy down in the holding cells through the dirt and torment of the white labs amused him, and he certainly wouldn't ignore the invitation. If Riku decided he wanted to play games, Mello really would show him what it was like to lose everything... Even without being a nice guy and allowing him a chance to earn it back.
black_keyblade on May 4th, 2007 04:35 am (UTC)
For several moments he said nothing at all, silence as he weighed what might happen. Were it not for Xemnas' prior torment he may not have had such a concept of how poorly things could go for Roxas, but with that experience in mind if he had any control of it he would do something about it. "...Right. Expect me shortly, then." Riku said, hanging up the phone as he assumed this verbal interaction was concluded.

He watched the idle device for several moments, debating what was wanted of him that might demand such measures. Getting Roxas into any form of dangerous situation was not at all desired and it concerned him that he may already have been hurt, bothered by the idea that his love had suffered some torment that may well have been avoided.

And then there was the fact that it was Shinra. That was definitely not Rufus but he had no idea who it was or why they sought ot contact him. For whatever the reason they had, and that was all that he could really think about it, mind constantly shifting focus back to Roxas. His concern was near overwhelming his thoughts and there was nothing to quell it, but he did his best to focus.

Using his powers to get there would be most efficient, but as no one from Shinra had seen a use of his power he decided it would be best to choose a location nearby and walk from there. Although he wanted to rush in he had to be careful, else... Something he didn't wish to consider.

He vanished from the living room to reappear in an alley not far from the Shinra building, hurrying along to make his way there before darting into the elevator before more than a few people recognized him. His arrival would be markedly fast but he didn't particularly care what the man from the phone call made of his ability to get from Jade to Shinra in less than five minutes.
Roxas: OHNOEShairgeljunkie on May 4th, 2007 05:13 am (UTC)
Roxas couldn't help but shoot his fading tracks a dark look, bitter that he had been called into work with the intention to be dismissed for the day. Had he known Ludwig's sick twist of humor, perhaps he would have ignored this beckoning, far from pleased that he may have missed the opportunity to see Riku home.

Their work schedules had certainly become a hindrance of sorts, often conflicting to a degree where they were only making moments between passing; while he was curious to what it may have been the other was doing, he certainly didn't feel free to elect the conversation, quite aware he wanted to avoid the subject himself.. Fortunately, it didn't seem his daily attendance would be needed, Ludwig often chasing him out of the store to see to some personal business. Not that it much mattered to Roxas in the end, but hours were hours.

Pulling his jacket tighter around him as he gave a soft sigh, he hoped that Riku would be home and perhaps he could surprise him with his early return. And then encourage some time spent on the couch entangled against him.

Warmed by the idea of simply seeing his love, Roxas came to the front door quickly as he kicked off his shoes, peering into the kitchen for a sight of his boyfriend. As far as he could tell, he hadn't wandered into this room and yet...


He couldn't shake the feeling as though he had been there...
not_mellow on May 4th, 2007 05:18 am (UTC)
Riku's abrupt leave was a bit alarming, Mello feeling his temper boil as he simply slammed the phone back into place. Then bowing his head as he leaned against his date, he waited for a pulse before allowing a thick smile to grace his lips.

Riku was coming, sooner or later.. Though the blonde drastically hoped for the former. It'd be nice to see that son of a bitch into his office as soon as humanly possible just to watch him crumble at his feet.

Nevermind the fact it'd be Albedo who'd commence the crumbling.

Appearing to notice that the boy was in the room - perhaps otherwise oblivious in the privacy of his thoughts - he cast him a long look before indicating toward the nearby wall. It wouldn't do for Riku to see Albedo immediately.. But if the rumors were true of the other's abilities, he'd no doubt notice him either way..

"Wait over there. When he comes in we can.. Show him your talents..." Mello didn't know why he felt nearly giddy when he spoke of his pet's abilities. But perhaps that was indigestion.
sweetvice on May 4th, 2007 05:57 am (UTC)
Albedo had contented himself with cutting his hand open repeatedly, watching the sinews and flesh repair themselves over and over again, never quite losing their efficiency. It was something he didn't tire of really, especially given how much he managed ot enjoy the pain such minor wounds caused him. It felt good.

Or perhaps it was that the action tethered him to reality. While he was immortal he could still feel the pain of wounds, even if it was rather fleeting.

Hearing the order he shrugged and set the letter opener upon the desk where he'd found it, strolling over to the indicated space. If this was to be a surprise he'd surely be willing to participate, especially given how bored he was. And he was rather fond of the idea that Mello thought his powers so useful. Something that he always managed to appreciate.

Waiting thus he debated folding his arms and decided against it, blinking as he felt something change. It hadn't been there before and suddenly it was, his eyes briefly pulsing a neon violet. Well, that was interesting. Suddenly there was a foreign wave-form there which had not been accounted for earlier. He'd felt it before, he was sure, in the darkness below the building.

Yes, and the guards were saying something about a monster, hadn't they?

Whatever it was, he supposed he'd see soon enough. There was no monster greater than himself as far as he was concerned.
black_keyblade on May 4th, 2007 06:20 am (UTC)
After a few minutes Riku was starting to think that he would have been better off taking the stairs, annoyed as moments passed and his worries related to Roxas only climbed. How he had been captured or why were still things that were not understood and what motivated it was a greater mystery still yet. He only hoped that his boyfriend was safe.

Which he couldn't be if he was at the mercy of some loon, but given Roxas was in good condition he didn't see how someone had managed to overpower him. He knew the other was perfectly capable of defending himself and perhaps his capabilities went beyond even what Riku understood of them, aware of little else but a marked speed and the ability to call more than one keyblade.

When the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened he rushed through the space between them and down the corridor to what had once been Rufus' office, trying not to run but barely preventing the action. His strides were quick as he made his way for the door he was well familiar with, pausing just outside it as he wondered again what he might be met with.

Whatever it was he had to keep himself from showing some emotional response. That would be what they wanted, that would be some indicator of weakness, and he would not allow that. He had to do his best to don the mask he'd so often worn in Shinra, even if it had been some time since last he had done so.

Bearing that thought in mind he opened the door and stepped in, unsure what would greet him or why but determined to remain stoic nonetheless.
not_mellow on May 4th, 2007 06:22 am (UTC)
Calm and patient, Mello was not, but he did reflect an observant habit as he settled in his chair.

With a disgusted look toward the letter opener - had he witnessed Albedo fiddling with his supplies prior, he would have chucked a paper weight at his head - he made note to dispose of it later.. Perhaps have Riku take care of that handy little job once they were.. Finished with their meeting.

Watching Albedo for a pulse and witnessing the change in his eyes - an interesting adjustment, that - he simply hiked his brows with thought before his focus was deterred toward the door. It didn't require much intellect to realize the office was being approached, and he brood shortly over the matter of the jackass coming from Jade.

... Though it was a curious thought as to why his boyfriend would be in Midgar. Weren't they supposed to live together...?

Pushing the thought out of his mind as he witnessed the other step into his office, he shifted back in his chair in a most nonchalant manner, eyes flickering toward Albedo's stationed person before he nodded toward Riku.

".. Check that he's unarmed." Of course, it wasn't his intention for Albedo to frisk him, but immediate physical contact would be necessary.
sweetvice on May 4th, 2007 07:00 am (UTC)
As the newcomer entered Albedo didn't immediately react, instead observing this individual Mello had been so intent upon meeting. There was something unusual about his wave pattern and it was nothing the boy could possibly overlook, feeling the change in the air as he walked into the room.

This fellow was not-quite-normal, though to what degree or just how were both questionable. Regadless of rhyme or reason he simply was, and the boy made note of it for future reference.

There were always reasons for individuals to be called monsters, and only one person could bear this wave form, this subconscious pattern of energy. Whatever it was that garnered such a name did not matter, but what did was that he had it. And that, he was curious to find out more about.

A man who had been bodyguard to Rufus Shinra, and of apparent repute. And a rather young one at that...

Attention flicking to Mello he failed to mask a snicker as he nodded, stepping forward and considering what he might say as he stood before the silver-haired male, but opted nothing at all as his hand plunged straight into the fellow's waist, violet glow immediately pulsing to life and flowing down his arm, and he could already feel the writing, the resistance that came of such an invasion.

While he'd passed through solid flesh it would not leave a mark, but it surely hurt as though a cannon ball had passed through the youth's ribs. Not that he cared at all for that discomfort, watching the male spasm as he attempted some form of resistance, some kind of struggle, but only incoherencies and twitching.

"You'll just make it hurt more that way~" Not that Albedo would care, far more interested in completing what Mello had assigned him as a task. And what a fun one it was.
not_mellow on May 4th, 2007 01:32 pm (UTC)
There was always something about the boy's laugh that would make Mello's skin crawl, an effect he wouldn't entirely admit as he discovered himself rising. Moving around the side of the desk, he was bemused as he found himself handling the letter opener, reminded once more that it would be best to simply throw the damn thing away. It was tainted with a beast's blood, nevermind the fact Albedo managed to be more useful than all his men combined.

Point in case as he lifted his attention in time to watch Riku twitch at the literal fist of Albedo's power. Oh, sweet revenge.

"How invasive..." he mused, tossing the tool in his hand with a rhythmic nature, focus shifting back toward the pair. It was a delightful sight to see someone out of his control in pain, about to be buckled beneath his thumb with a lesson well deserved. And yet...

Frowning at the realization that Albedo was managing to steal the glory of this incident, he gave a soft growl before chucking the letter opener at the wall. Far from entertained as it pierced the plaster, he turned back fiercely toward his company, glowering darkly as he leaned upon the desk. So much to do and with so little time.. The hostage was likely being released by now if the guards had noticed Riku's arrival. No reason to have a body occupying that additional space...

"I'm going to teach you a lesson in management. When I say jump.. You'll say how high. We won't play these damn shadow games of yours." Mello sorely hoped that Riku was being fed what it was he was saying, otherwise Albedo relating it to him. "Chances are after this... You won't be absent again."

Smiling sickly to himself, he drummed his fingertips against the desk, nearly chortling with a private glee that he was about to do upon others he dare not do upon himself. "Let's.. Rearrange that little world of his."
sweetvice on May 4th, 2007 10:51 pm (UTC)
Twisting someone's mind around was easy enough for Albedo, something he was rather used to. He wasn't entirely familiar with what he was to do to the taller male, save there were some changes in order. They would hardly be permanent given that would require near constant attention and contact, but he could certainly distort for a time and that seemed to be suitable enough for Mello's purposes.

Hearing the man speak he simply toyed with memory, distorting things such that Riku believed he was a good little servant, which apparently wasn't far from his present job. The memory of what the fellow wore did nothing to keep him focused, giggling at the image that flowed through the mental connection but soon returning his attention to the matter of arranging things properly.

The boy mused how long it might last, people's subconscious minds highly variable in nature. At least for a time there would be little that the fellow could do to resist what was being planted in his mind, careful with these adjustments.

Again the taller male twitched, seizing as his mind was further assailed but unable to consciously act to defend himself, eyes glazed in his limited awareness. Oh he knew something was inside his head and he knew he wanted it out but he was unable to act upon it, unable to put up any resistance as Albedo wandered the routes of memory.

Only to find something he distinctly hated, irritation prompting an unpleasant pulse of energy as the other would cry out, and were it not for his power Riku may well have collapsed. Those memories reminded him of something, something that was just beyond his reach. He knew that it was painful but that was all that he knew, eyes narrowed with this reminder and the malice it inspired.

Albedo hated people like this. People who found someone to love them so singularly, to look at them and only at them, people that would never abandon them. He loathed them and so he resented Riku, wanting to simply hurt him but focusing on what he was supposed to do.

There was more than one way to hurt someone, he knew. There were many ways in fact and he was fairly certain Mello would prompt at least one of them.