astrapí̱ prínkipas

A steamy kiss

Me for one night

A slap to the face

A confession

Me for two nights

A harsh insult

An angry/jealous text

Drunk voice mail

4 days with me chained to their side

A hug

A pat on the back

A kitten

After some extensive poking and prodding he’d managed to (accidentally) summon something called “Internet Explorer” but that just opened up whole new Pandora’s box. 

Like watch felines do stupid stuff on this thing called 'Youtube'.

So, feeling superior to everything, Katsu was happy to help people feel even more dumb than before. 

"It's a device used to watch cats. I call it the Cat Box." No Katsu you're wrong. 

The elbow to the gut was definitely on Katsu's 'I didn't see that coming at all' list. He gasped, air escaping him for a brief moment, and doubled over. "Geez! You've... elbow. Quite... elbow got." He had the gall to look sheepish, peering out from his white bangs, at the girl who just assaulted him. Only the girl's humorous reaction saved her from getting killed point blank.

See. Katsu was generous. 

He could tell right off the bat this guy’s smile was anything but friendly. Threats and insults rolled off his tongue and right over Claire’s head. At this point, not much could’ve riled Claire up any more than he already was.

His city, was it? Must’ve been a top dog, then. Likely a big three mafia boss. Ignis, Claire was guessing, from his appearance. Not that it mattered. "Ah, looks like ya misunderstood me. I ain’t sayin’ I own your city. You can rule over this tiny piece a’ turf an’ call me small fry all ya want. The fact still remains that my domain is just a tiny bit bigger than yours. I’m talkin’ the world. The world that just so happens to be right up here." he tapped a finger on his temple for emphasis.

"Oh I like you." Katsu's smile was sinister. Off balance. A manic glee radiated with every word that was spoken. "Your world seems a bit skewed. Insane, really. Makes me wonder how the world of yours operates. We definitely do not think on the same plane of thought. I look in your eyes and I'm met with a sudden chill. An inhumane feeling."

It wasn't fear. No. But pure, unbridled excitement to find a toy so interesting and deranged. Katsu broke boundaries. He stepped within the other's personal space, a challenge sent loud and clear. 

"You say you can't die but this world is not that compassionate. New York City can very well end up your grave if you step on the wrong toes." Then his tone of voice changed. Light, airy. Free of malice. He held up the collar and twirled it around his index finger. "I truly think you should reconsider my offer. The collar really brings out the psychopath in your eyes." 

Times changed. Life was transitory, a flowing river in which there were no stops. Petra knew that life changed, she grew, and she would continue to grow but, staring up at her newly moved in apartment, she could not help but feel a pang of homesickness. Her father, the one who had been the centerpiece of most of her life, would be experiencing his first week alone. Biting her lip, Petra turned away from the apartment, from the place that was not yet entirely home, that would not be home for a long while, and began to walk towards downtown

. Petra wasn’t worried as much as she was hungry and wanted to experience a bit of the place’s cuisine. The towering buildings and busy streets almost made her dizzy, the shock of seeing so many people and such high towers putting her in awe. Her father would have loved to see this. Again, her father. Putting him from her mind for the moment, the petite woman glanced around for any hot dog stands or sandwich shops. "Ah, Petra, maybe you should have brought a map." She gently chided herself.

What to do when you're a mafia boss running one of the most powerful families in town and you're currently board of your skull? Simple: you find a game. For Katsu, games could be anything. People, mortals, demigods, creatures--himself. Anything that produced entertainment was fair game to Katsu.

So he was meandering down the street, his bodyguards at home because Katsu liked to cause a scene. That, and he didn't tell anyone he was leaving. Because he liked to cause a scene. 

He spotted a girl looking lost of out her mind and that, that was when Katsu decided that he was going to play the nice, helpful considerate young man you'd bring home to your father. 

Katsu stepped in close to the other's personal space, nose to nose. His smile was still in place but the look in his eyes were absolutely cold. "I own this city. Me, not you. You are small fry who took a bigger bite than you could chew. Tell me to beat it again and I'll make give you a worse fate then suffering in Tartarus for the rest of your miserable life."

Whoops, he was mad.