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Post by fricco on Oct 2, 2010 20:27:10 GMT -5
((And now... For a crack musical....)
“You want a show? Fine, I’ll give you one.”
Standing from his seat and heading to the small steps located side stage, Fricco stopped by the band and leaned toward the lead vocal and guitarist to whisper something into his hear. With a nod, Fricco took the wireless microphone from its stand with his right hand and stepped around the front of the stage.
With an exaggerated motion, he brought the mic to his lips and drawled, “It’s not easy having yourself a good time.”
The band suddenly picked up with peppy, upbeat music played on the drums, piano, guitar… and kazoo.
With a grin, Fricco stepped toward the nearest table and leaned over the shoulders of two men seated eat, and sang, “Greasing up those bets and betters, watching out they don't four-letter.” Lifting his hand to the man on his left, he brushing his fingers the back of the man’s neck while he looked at the other, “Fuck and kiss you both at the same time…” Then Fricco promptly pushed his hand against the back of the man’s neck, nearly knocking guy’s head into the table while he turned away, “Smells-like something I've forgotten, curled up died and now it's rotten.”
Swaggering across the room, Fricco glanced toward the performers on stage that had paused in their… squatting… only to look at Fricco with confusion. “I'm not a gangster tonight. Don't want to be a bad guy. I'm just a loner baby, and now you've gotten in my way.” With his lips turning to a grin, he leaped on stage and stood face-to-face with one of the performers and grasped the man’s lapels, “I can't decide whether you should live or die.” Fricco then grabbed the man’s hard hat and pulled it down over his eyes, “Oh, you'll probably go to heaven, please don't hang your head and cry… No wonder why—“
Moving swiftly away from the performer as the man tried to lunge at him, Fricco jumped off the stage. With voice lifted, Fricco continued, “My heart feels dead inside—it's cold and hard and petrified. Lock the doors and close the blinds, we're going for a ride!”
Leaving upset performers in his wake, Fricco settled his sights upon Kuro, who was still lazing with her elbows on the bar. While the peppy music continued, Fricco’s teeth grouch at that smug and satisfied look on her face. Taking in a large breath to steel himself, Fricco stormed toward Kuro.
“It's a bitch convincing people to like you.” He sung with a snarl, “If I stop now call me a quitter. If lies were cats you'd be a litter.” He turned away, then, his eyes passing over those in the bar, whose attention were no shifting between Fricco and the performers he had interrupted, “Pleasing everyone isn't like you.”
He turned swiftly to face Kuro, then. So sudden was the movement that his blond hair flung about to fall around of face in a loose shag that obscured his eyes. Reaching forward, he grasped Kuro’s arms and pulled her off the chair. “Dancing jigs until I'm crippled. Slug ten drinks I won't get pickled.”
He then drew her close so that they were almost nose to nose, “I've got to hand it to you, you've played by all the same rules. It takes the truth to fool me, and now you've made me angry.”
His eyes narrowed upon Kuro as he watched her for a response. Oh this woman, how he hated the hate and desire she inspired within him.
His lips curled.
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Post by kurootome on Oct 2, 2010 21:34:19 GMT -5
Kuro watched bemused in all this. He was doing this to prove status, and when she showed no signs of it being a higher status for him, she took noticed that he was trying to dominate her half way through the song. In fact, she felt that she might have inspired him to sing this song in the first place.
However, being trapped in her own thoughts and bemusement she forgot to take note that he was indeed charging at her. The lyrics seemed to scroll too fast, as if accusations were being made against her. The floor seemed to fall from her feet, and she cursed herself for letting down her defenses ad he carelessly as he pulled her out of her seat.
His body felt so warm, but his words rung cold and hard. So he wanted a power play. Now now, who did he think he was trying to make slip? Luckily for him, she knew which song he was singing. She bared her teeth as he finished his line. A slender brow cocked itself and before he could continue the next verse, the words were already escaping her. Two could play at this game. Steely gray eyes stared intently at him. “I can’t decide whether you should live or die.”
A slender hand came up and stroked his cheek ever so tenderly, before gently pushing his hair out of his eyes and behind his ear. “Oh, you’ll probably go to heaven~ Please don’t hang your head and cry~.”
She spun to face opposite of him, her hand snatching the microphone right out of his own grip. “No wonder why~.” An arm was lifted up like a person with utter hopelessness would. She strode a few paces away from Fricco, touching her heart as she start ‘vent’ to a member of their audience. She took the person’s hand placed it over her heart while singing it. “My heart feels dead inside, Its cold and hard and petrified.”
She pointed to one of the security guards and looked very sternly at him, “Lock the doors and close the blinds, we’re going for a ride!”
She took notice that near Fricco there was a party of people eating cake with the customary cup of water. She grinned as she strode back to him. “Oh I could throw you in the lake,” her hand took up the cup of water and splashed him with the remains of what was in it to emphasize her words.
“Or feed you poisoned birthday cake.” Like when you pie someone in the face, she definitely ‘caked’ him the face, with a fat piece of chocolate cake. It happened so fast that the customer wasn’t sure if he should be angry or be amused that it was used to make a mess on someone else.
“I won’t deny, I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone.” She licked her fingers of the cake during the quick pause.
“Oh I could bury you alive,” She turned her back to him once more as she was ‘plotting’ in the song. Weighing the pros and cons as she went to the next hapless seated customer. She took up the knife on the table, and leaned into be face to face with ‘her’, knife poised dangerously. “But you might crawl out with a knife, and kill me while I’m sleeping.” Her head snapped up to him again, the steak knife still in her hand and she strode toward Fricco. She flicked her head so her hair wrapped around mostly to her other shoulder. It fluffed it, almost like an wolf who puffs it fur when snarling at its prey. “That’s why I can’t decide whether you should live or die.”
Holding the knife, she caressed his cheek once more with the back of her hand. “Oh you’ll probably go to heaven, please don’t hang your head and cry.” She took him by the wrist, and she leaned in close to him, her smug look back on her face. “No wonder why, my heart feels dead inside.” She tugged on the scarf around his neck, “Its cold and hard and petrified.” She tugged him along side her to the second floor stairs, “Lock the doors and close the blinds, We’re going for a ride.”
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Post by fricco on Oct 2, 2010 23:00:45 GMT -5
Leaving behind the glares and confused looks of the men in the bar, Fricco followed behind Kuro as she dragged him behind her by the strings of his makeshift ascot.
She had just upstaged him, didn’t she? Took his show right out from under his feet before utterly humiliating him. What an infuriating woman! Oh how he loathed. He loathed her gall. He loathed her wit and her words. Most of all, he loathed her touch. He loathed what it did to his mind and his body.
But, for the moment, what he loathed most of all was cake.
Brushing his fingers against the goops of icing that now stained the leopard print fabric of his button-down shirt, Fricco frowned.
“This was my favorite,” he complained with the smallest hint of a growl tainting his tenor voice. “You better take me somewhere to wash this cake off. This shirt was expensive.”
//The cake is a lie.
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Post by kurootome on Oct 3, 2010 0:23:43 GMT -5
She tossed the microphone over the railing of the stairs to the men who had loaned it in the first place. The audience was baffled, and even if she DID upstage Fricco, Fricco and her combine upstaged the ‘squatters’. They were pretty upset and were trying to gain back the audience’s attention.
How dare a straight ‘couple’ bring drama into their bar!
The bartender was just happy nothing else was broken in the process.
She herself was reveling in her victory. Fricco was probably furious! Not that she minded. His words confirmed it, as he growled softly at her. “Oh come now, I am sure you have plenty more. You are probably off being worse than me when it comes to using people for their money.” She grinned slightly. His clothes told her he was doing fairly well, meaning he has continued to be up to no good.
They got up to the top of the second floor. It was very similar to the Honey Bee Inn except you didn’t need ‘special access’ to get in. The man took note of them and gestured to a room to their left. He winked at them taking a guess on what they were going to do in there. Kuro had a feeling this man might be the peeping tom type.
She opened the door for Fricco. Inside there was a rather large bed, decorated in the most flamboyant red fuzzy sheets one could find. A wooden ‘chest’ with toys in it stood between the bed and the window. A desk with a television on it was against the wall in front of the bed.
A second door conjoined the bedroom to the bathroom. Inside the bathroom was a ridiculously large tub. You could probably fit a group of men in there if one wanted. There was also the toilet and sink. Of course the tub was definitely much more noticeable.
“Here we are, you can wash out the mess in the sink in there.” She slid her shoes of and got comfortable on the bed. She stretched her back for a moment before resting her arms behind her head and closing her eyes.
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Post by fricco on Oct 3, 2010 11:45:26 GMT -5
“Hn.”
With a brief nod, Fricco padded across the neon green atrocity that constituted the room’s shag carpeting.
“By the by… I wouldn’t lay there if I was you.” He cautioned as she stepped into the bathroom. “No way of knowin’ what diseases have been breedin’ around under those sheets.”
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Post by kurootome on Oct 3, 2010 12:48:02 GMT -5
She did not move from her spot. Instead she closed her eyes and rested as she normally would in any other bed. "Oh please, I won't catch it by laying on top of the sheets."
She embraced the sin of man as if she was its own. Why pretend to be a clean person, when she herself was not?
She twirled the knife in her hands absent mindedly as she looked out the window. The pale moonlight was rising even higher in the sky.
"So tell me? Are you still playing men as fools?" But this she meant whether or not he was still pretending to be in 'relationships' with men to gain money and luxuries. She believed he was doing it when she last met him, but of course there was very little known about each others past.
Neither seemed to really want to bring up things that happened so long ago.
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Post by fricco on Oct 3, 2010 13:48:52 GMT -5
“Who needs to play?” Fricco answered with a noncommittal shrug. So, she was fishing for information about his current mark, was she? Well, he didn’t feel particularly inclined to tell Kuro anything about Elliot. If she wanted info, she was going to have to pay for it.
Reaching the bathroom, he flicked the switch near the door. The light turned on with a flicker, revealing the deep red paint of the wall—red paint that was sporadically accented with little pink hearts.
Fricco suppressed a shudder when he realized that the paint bore a strong resemblance to Mukki’s choice in…
Best not go there.
With a shake of his head, Fricco turned to look at his reflection and frowned. Kuro had gotten that cake everywhere. There were globs on his coat and smudges on his shirt. Some of the cake had even managed to end up in his hair, and that was a real bother. With a roll of his shoulders, Fricco pulled off his carmine suede coat. Running his fingers across the frosting encrusted fur. These stains were going to be a bitch to get out, himself.
“You’re gonna owe me for the dry cleaning, ya know.”
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Post by kurootome on Oct 3, 2010 14:34:44 GMT -5
Most men would have opened up to her by now. They would have taken her where she was, or even told her about them.
Fricco was on another level than them. She sighed and pushed herself off the bed. Her legs carried her over to the bathroom. Whoever was the designer was awful at it. Why would they create such an atrocious area.
Sometimes she wondered if humanity had any common sense at all.
She walked up behind him, her arms moving around his waist. The flat of the knife she held pressed against his stomach. Her cheek ran along his spine, inhaling deeply his scent.
“Oh come now it was all in good fun. But you could always just add it to my tab.”
Her hand slid between the buttons on his shirt, and her fingers fell across his abs. Definitely well built for a person. Though most women usually did this were flirting, Kuro used the ‘flirting’ diversion to probe his strength.
“Now, now. It isn’t polite to answer my question with questions. You were out late tonight. Surely it wasn’t to see me. Most people who go to bars want to get something off their mind.” Absentmindedly she undid the lower button on his shirt.
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Post by fricco on Oct 3, 2010 16:58:39 GMT -5
Fricco inhaled when he felt the flat of Kuro’s knife press against his stomach while she leaned her head against his spine. His head leaned back and he watched their reflection though the mirror with half-lidded eyes. When fingers gazed across his abdomen with an almost tender caress, it sent an unpleasant and tickling sensation though him.
“Off their mind?” He murmured distractedly.
However, when she started to unbutton the part of his shirt just above the buckle of his jeans, Fricco regained his clarity. He lifted a hand to grasp back of hers—the one in which she held the knife so casually against stomach that it left him confused as to whether she was trying to threaten him or turn him on.
Something told him that he was losing his edge, tonight. If he did not take control, soon, she’d win against him.
And that was something he could never allow to happen.
Leaning back into her arms, Fricco pulled his lips into a faint smile as he spoke, “If that’s so, my dear Kuro, then it must be that you yourself have something to get off your mind.”
His grip tightened, then, as he started at the Kuro through their reflection in the mirror.
"After all, you too were at that bar at a very late hour."
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Post by kurootome on Oct 3, 2010 19:46:27 GMT -5
She felt his reaction to her touch. His every breath as his diaphragm moved. Even his words sounded distracted. She smiled softly to herself. Ah but now he was not sure what to think of her, the knife was but a minor inconvenience.
He took note of it. His hand game to grasp it, and she felt his grip tighten. Afraid of her was he? Or just being cautious? Either way, he saw it as a threat and was taking action. Not that she minded, it let her know that she was still somewhat in control.
“Hm?” She purred softly, kissing his back.
“If you must know, the only thing I was trying to get off my mind was insomnia.” She grinned, he would be disappointed in the small amount he would learn from her. She even doubted more that he would believe the truth he told her.
Her hand unconsciously gripped the knife tighter. “Now that I shared it’s your turn.” Her free hand caressed the hand that gripped hers. Her body pressed more tightly against his. “Do I need to solemnly swear to be a good girl for you to talk to your dearest friend?”
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Post by fricco on Oct 3, 2010 20:07:44 GMT -5
“Dearest friend…” Fricco trailed before his eyes darkened.
Securing his grip around her hand, he allowed his suede jacket to fall to the ground as he turned and moved her other hand from atop his. He then stepped forward, holding her hands to her sides as he pressed them both against the counter.
Fricco’s half smile then lifted into something a little more sinister looking as he deflected her question, yet again, with one of his own, “Is that what you really are to me?”
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Post by kurootome on Oct 3, 2010 20:46:04 GMT -5
He had regained control. Kuro only half expected it, but what else could he have done. Pinned between the counter and the antagonist, her mind began racing. He had the power as of this moment. She was thinking of the counter attacks she could do if he did something.
One couldn’t just be reactive but proactive too.
Her thigh ran along his as she stared up at him with a cold halfhearted grin. Her eyes narrowed. She was not sure what he wanted. It was hard for her to think of a way to react. Most men would say ‘is that really ALL you are to me?’ and would mean they wanted to me more than the generic friend. The way he worded his question she could not tell if he wanted some more, less, or on par with ‘friend’.
Did he even know?
She did not attempt to struggle. He might take too much pleasure in his position if she did that. Instead she was relatively calm.
“When have I done anything to really bring you down?” She countered, “Sure I may have humiliated you, but otherwise if I wanted to use you, I would have already done so no?” Her gaze turned into a stern look. “Unless…”
“Are you afraid of me?”
The words left her lips before she could bite them back.
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Post by fricco on Oct 3, 2010 21:45:55 GMT -5
((And the music for this scene is.... iterations.org/files/music/albums/ff7/MP3/1-04%20LuIzA%20-%20Materia%20Junkie%20(Under%20the%20Rotting%20Pizza%20~%20The%20Oppressed).mp3 )) “Fear?” Fricco’s smile grew Cheshire as he looked at Kuro through steel blue eyes that had narrowed to slits. “Why…” he said in a voice that was far from inquisitive and quite a bit more toward mocking, “…would I fear you?” He then gripped the Kuro’s right hand tightly in his left, and twisted her wrist with the intent to force to drop the knife. “After all…” He said while he wedged a knee between hers and pressed her backward, painfully, against the counter so that he could lean over her. “You are just a fragile piece of glass.”With one final squeeze to her wrist, he knocked the knife free and pulled her hands over her head, to capture them both in his right hand. Pulling her off the counter, he wrapped his left arm around her waist as he stepped back and moved to lip and slam Kuro against the wall. A nearly manic smile pulled at his lips and white teeth flashed as he then rest his forehead against hers. “Even should I shatter you,” he breathed against her lips, “you will not cut me.”Holding her hands against wall and above her head, he pressed his body flush against hers and pulled his left hand from around her waist. The then brushed the back of his knuckles against her check in a mocking gesture of tenderness as he spoke in a voice that was both sultry and sinister, “I am the water you cannot contain, for I can move mountains stone by stone…”Gripping her chin tightly in his hand, he jerked her head to the side and ran the tip of his nose against her cheek. “By stone...” Pressing his lips against the lobe of her ear, Fricco said one last, “By stone,” before he drew the skin between his teeth.
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Post by kurootome on Oct 3, 2010 22:54:30 GMT -5
She winced as her back bit into the counter. That definitely struck a nerve that shuddered down her spine. She certain did strike a nerve with him. It angered him even more. She cursed herself for getting into this situation. She had been careless, and anger itself was all ready difficult to control.
One could never accurately gauge a reaction. Lady luck left her stranded and cold in the heat of this man.
His grip tightened and it bruised her pale skin. She listened as the knife clattered harmlessly to the floor . He could have easily grabbed it, but perhaps he thought her reaction would be quicker than his if he reached for it. He probably would have been right.
He hovered over her, exploiting his dominance. She gritted her teeth, how dare he be the alpha wolf. She was then lifted painfully, the pressure of the counter in her back still stinging.
A gasp escaped her lips as she striked the wall. Before she could catch that breath he was all ready upon her. His lips close to her’s. His body daringly close to her’s. Her mind went fuzzy. All she heard was his words, and the warmth of his body.
His touch was treacherous, snake like. Like when you had a snake that would coil around you, you were afraid that it would not stop squeezing and snap your bones.
She was seemingly helpless, his words sending shivers of pleasure and fear down her spine. Her sense were becoming edgy. She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling and she cursed herself for such a display he made of her.
Her husband had once done something similar…she killed him, and burned everything he owned down around him. What made Fricco so different?
He only had one hand on her wrists. A fatal mistake.
She began to laugh a low mirthless chuckle as she fought back the demon rising in her. She had not had this much fun in ages.
The weakest point in the grip is the thumb. She exploited this. Twisting her wrist she ripped it from his grasp, as her arm flung out her throwing knife released and fell into her grasp.
Rule number two, when pinning someone, generally the attacker is pushing you into something.
The person being pinned has but to step out laterally in such a situation.
She stepped out to her left, ignoring the pain as she bashed that side of her head against his face to do so. Her right arm swung back and stabbed him in the shoulder. The knife stuck. She tugged the rest of her grip from his now loosened grip.
She dropped her leg coming out from behind his knees to sweep his legs out from under him. In less than a heartbeat she mounted him. She tore the knife from his shoulder. Her knees came to press down on his shoulders so he couldn’t punch her. Her full weight rested on his chest.
“Let it be known that glass is not stone. It does not erode because it to is a liquid.” She brought the bloody knife to her lips and licked it, slowly, seductively. The blood stained her lips, like it had done so, so long ago. “I would only become one with you, and move inside of you.” She leaned down and kissed his forehead, a very devilish grin fell over her lips. The light glinted dangerously in her eyes.
The knife came down toward the collar of his shirt. The tip ran gingerly up his throat and pricked gingerly to the soft skin under his chin.
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Post by fricco on Oct 3, 2010 23:51:31 GMT -5
Stunned, Fricco simply stared at Kuro.
His chest heaved with each breath he took, and the pressure that Kuro added by sitting upon him wasn’t helping.
Trying to move, Fricco bit back a groan of pain. His shoulder stung like a bitch from the wound that Kuro had left there and…
And…
Belatedly, he realized that maybe he should have picked up that Restore material from the market when he passed through yesterday.
“Kuro…” He whispered.
He was at a loss for anything to say or do. For a short moment, he thought he had the upper hand. But Kuro…
Oh Kuro…
Just as she always does, she turned the tables so easily. She was a master at their game, and no matter how hard he tried, he was never able to keep all the cards in his hand. She knew the rules better than he, and always came out on top—figuratively and literally.
Oh Kuro…
How much he loathed her.
And…
Despite all his hatred of her, Fricco could not help but finding himself desiring Kuro all the more.
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