HERE, KITTY, KITTY, KITTY

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After striding through the front gate and creaking open the castle doors, Gunji paced inside, peering around for any sign of Arbitro or Kiriwar, who would be the only potential obstacles preventing his access to the kitchen. As usual, the interior of the castle was sparse, with scattered guards who turned their masked faces to glance toward Gunji’s entrance.

Once Shiki had reached a preferable location, a tight alleyway tucked behind the eastern segment of the red light district, did he tilt his gaze to meet Gunji’s stupid sneer with those crimson eyes. It was taking a much longer time than usual for the other executioner to appear, perhaps too long. If they had half the brain cells they would claim to possess, perhaps this was an attempt at a flanking tactic.

“Hmmph..! Fiiine... Shikitty can keep playin’ dumb..” The executioner grumbled. He peered around at the narrow alley Shiki had led him into then, as if only just noticing where he was. “What’re we doin’ in here? Are you gonna play with me now~?” Gunji purred, trailing closer but slowly, as if Shiki was a feral cat he did not want to startle away with any sudden movements. “Or you wanna play chase? This is a good place for chase. Only one way you can go, kekekeke.” The buildings to either side were too high to leap atop, especially with nothing on the walls to climb on.

<br>”A-ahh… N-no no no no no-!” Looking down to his grip on the other’s wrists, Ryuhei switched between backing away, and keeping the larger blond from flashing him. “I-I… U-uh… ‘Ave been… Y-yeah.. I guess…” Ryuhei refused to look back up, feeling as if the other would tackle him if he did.

Brushing the boy’s hand aside easily, he reached with both hands for his belt then, fumbling for a minute with a clatter of his claws scraping together. But when his hands drew away, his belt had been re-buckled. He slapped the boy hard on the back with what was probably enough force to nearly knock him down. “You said you had FOOD, little chickie. Let’s gooooo!” He insisted in a whining tone. Apparently his hunger was currently prioritized over embarrassing his ‘little chickie’.

His ears rose in shock hearing the other suddenly make noise. He felt the others fingers grasp his ears, even squeeze them. They twitched in his grasp. Though he was curious who this was, he was now more interested in his ears being pet, given tons of attention. He slightly leaned forward a bit like an animal who was curious or wanted would do. His tail swayed to each side. It was only a matter of time till he forgot about wanting to feed. 

His tail swished as he decided to search once more. If only he could reach further without falling inside. The cons of being short. “Hmm?” He could swore something had brushed against his tail however he ignored it assuming ti was the wind, that was until he felt pressure apply. Mixed sensations coursed throughout his body causing it to jolt. Before he knew it, he was on the ground, his cheeks heated as he saw a person. “Y-you..w-why did you do that?”

And his mind didn’t linger on the person’s gender for long, anyway, as he quickly noticed the large, furry ears protruding from the boy’s hair. “Ahhhh-” The executioner gave a hesitant, curious sound as he reached forward, his claws moving over the boy’s head where his hand grabbed onto an ear just as unceremoniously as Gunji had grabbed the tail. “.. HA!” He cried victoriously, as if just grabbing the appendage was an accomplishment. The ear was soft, so he squeezed it curiously, seemingly oblivious to what the boy had asked him.

Turning his back to the executioner, Shiki took a few steps forward, predicting that the rabid dog would follow shortly after. The only viable option Il Re had until the other executioner arrived to drag this one away would to get out of the open area - standing in such a vulnerable location was, despite his legendary prowess, a stupid decision. Even though the Line fuelled contestants of Igra were of no match to him, Shiki still held the same habits as his war days.

The blond frowned. “Hnn..? Oiii, you know who I’m talking about, Shikitty! Don’ play dumb,” Gunji scolded irritatedly, trailing after the man. “The kitty with the good face. Papa keeps talkin’ about ‘im. I’ve seen him a lot. Seen ‘im with that old man, seen ‘im with a little scruffy kitty, an’ with that stupid kid in the plaid...” For having had his tongue pinched moments ago, Gunji seemed to have no trouble rambling on as usual.

The youth’s thin face warmed up rapidly, from a combination of embarrassment and another reaction he’d rather try to block out of his mind. “O-oi!-” He leaped forwards, grabbing the other’s claw-gripping hands in an attempt to stop him.

“Don’t screw with me. I didn’t come to play with stupid dogs.”

“You really don’t know when to give up.” tugging sharply on the fleshy organ, those crimson irises bore holes into the executioner. Clearly not in the mood to ‘play games’ with the blonde, Shiki mentally cast his hearing to the side. While there appeared to be only one executioner in the district, Shiki knew full well that the other would not be far - diverting from their assigned task as usual.

He did not know better, however, than to lean closer and try to draw Shiki’s fingers into his mouth, regardless of the man’s gloves. For all his bloodlust, after all, the blond was really more of a lover than a fighter, so to speak.

“Oh yeahh?” He purred. “What else are you doin’, hahh? Playin’ with little kitties instead?” He gestured over the alley of bodies behind him with a claw, chuckling. The blond brazenly paced closer again, intruding into the man’s personal space. “All you do is play, Shikitty, jus’ like the rest o’ us. So play with meee!” Gunji whined, leaning closer yet with a long, pointed tongue reaching for Shiki’s cheek.

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Around his feet, growing puddles of accumulated rainwater mixed with the blood flowing from the numerous mutilated corpses scattered across the street. A single artificial bulb flickered faintly from a close building, shedding the scene in a macabre light. Heavy boots continued to move onward, Igra’s strongest charisma appearing to have little interest in the executioner trailing a short distance behind him. Their fighting styles were completely different, often resulting in Il Re and Vischio’s dogs destroying the surrounding environment rather than landing any hits on the other. That and the knowledge that Arbitro would never let Shiki hear the end of it if he did kill off his clean up crew.

‘Shikitty’ never wanted to play, but this obviously didn’t deter the executioner from asking, nor from following him - nor from pawing forward once he drew closer to try to grasp at Shiki’s shoulder and turn him around. At the least, it was with his hand and not his claws.

He followed along after, it was easier to breathe with one of the executioners around, no one would try and attack him since he looked like a no tag. “Where..?” Keisuke hadnt seen anywhere to get food other than solid’s machines, the cafe, and home. Though after the food at home solids were hard to stomach sometimes, they just didnt taste as good as the other food he got.

His gaze roamed around while he walked, attentive to the sights and sounds of the city in case of any fun to be had along the way back.

Thinking it through, Ryuhei’s eyes glimmered as his lips curved into another mischievous grin. “S’ yer beef yersel’ up cuz yer got a 2 inch dick an’ yer need t’ compensate, or is workin’ out th’ only thing yer lil’ brain’ll actually focus on?”

Gunji frowned then, but only in a perplexed expression, not a sour one. “Huhh? My dick ain’t two inches, I’ll show ya,” he replied nonchalantly, stopping as one hand immediately moved toward his belt to start unbuckling. Considering his claws, he looked quite practiced in undoing his pants with one hand, moving none too clumsily or slowly.

Not in the mood to be humbled by the executioners, Shiki ignored the revolting nickname the blond had given him and turned abruptly, the soft ‘clink’ of his boots signalling his exit.