I ended up killing--!

Crisp white snow crunched beneath Castiel’s feet as he looked around at his new home. Everything was white and plain to the horizon where the mountains rose up seeming to reach for the heavens. Heaven. The Angel recalled shortly after that he had been looking for Raphael and his Angels down here. It seemed however, that it had been a trap, and Castiel had fallen right into it. He was weakened, and couldn’t leave. In the distance, he saw a lone figure, and pulled out his gleaming angel blade. He was not yet sure if it was an angel or an inhabitant of this frigid land, but he had to be prepared. While he walked, it became colder and colder, and snowflakes flurried thickly from the sky above. Castiel could feel the cold, and he was shivering. It bit him, this cold and he grew more and more anxious as he neared the figure ahead of him. 

Castiel was worried what could be happening in Heaven. Was Raphael already there, wreaking havoc on Castiel’s soldiers? His Angels were without a leader, and everyone had seen what happened when the leader, Michael left. The Angels needed a leader, and in times of war without one, they would all be lost. Raphael would sure trounce his forces if Castiel did not return to Heaven soon. He needed a way out of this place first however. 

But now, Castiel was nearing the figure before him. When he was only a few feet away, he faced the possible advesary and demanded an identificaion in a gruff voice. “Are you one of Raphael’s?” Castiel could only see the outline of the figure in the horrendous blizzard. The angel blade was poised to strike in Castiel’s hand, and he waited for the moment of truth with anticipation.

Having thrown caution to the wind, Mondo stomped through the snow, mumbling profanities to himself. He should have just stayed back at his freezing ass cabin. It would have been better in comparison to what he was in now. He was losing all feeling in his feet now and wondered what the signs were for hypothermia. Pausing mid-step, the gang leader felt himself so stiff. He noted the sound of crunching footfalls and stopped breathing. He grit his teeth in rage. Was someone really trying to fucking kill him right now? Had they really followed him all the way out here to off him while he was in such a foul mood. "That's not a good idea fucker..." He spoke loud enough to be heard over the roaring wind, chuckling angrily to himself. "Ya' may wanna turn the fuck aorund now before I bash yer brains in and leave ya' ta' freeze."

To his annoyance, the steps did not stop. They didn't even falter. There was no fear to be held, but it didn't matter. Whoever dared to mess with him was going to regret it. He wasn't about to be looked down upon, nor would he go down easy. Pulling his shoulders back, he set a furious look upon his face and tried to look intimidating, but it was hard to do that when he couldn't even turn around without slipping and falling on his ass like a fool. "God-fucking-DAMMIT!" Feeling his rear go damp within seconds, he let out a cry of frustration and flipped the sky off. It was only in those last few moments that he remembered he had company. Maybe he could pretend his little tumble had been intentional? Keeping himself seated in what felt like a foot of snow, he clicked his tongue and trained his gaze to his shadow. "Who the fuck 'er you? Why the shit are ya' followin' me?"

i’ve had this in my folder since fucking november and planned to draw this since SEPTEMBER anD NOW I CAN FINALLY FINISH IT AND USE IT AS MY SIDEBAR (you can use it too but idk why it’s so badly drawn lmao)

"Ya' weren't exactly the nicest fuckin' guy the first time we met." Mondo's reply was bland, his lips pulled into a thin line. "And ya' ain't no saint. What do ya' expect me ta' believe?" It had become apparent long ago that Ishida felt no remorse in exploiting Mondo's weaknesses and fears. He'd done it already, and the biker had no doubt in his kind that he could and would do it again. Still, the albino wasn't quite as hostile as he'd been the first time they'd interacted. Instead of insults and threats it was words of adoration and praise. The other seemed almsot...happy that Mondo was there with him. More like ecstatic that the delinquent was even bothering to talk to him. "Stop fuckin' with my head ya' bastard." He couldn't bring himself to yell this time, instead only managing a low groan as his hands came up to massage over his temples. He was exhausted both mentally and physically. "Damn...talkin' ta' you really takes a lot outta me..." Though, something told Mondo that wasn't why he was so tired. A little voice in his sub-conscious urged him to open his eyes and face reality, but the rational (well, as close to rational as someone like him could get) part of his brain told him to shut up and accept things as they were. No need to press any questions or he might not like the answers he gets.

"Everythin' you've done? That better be a fuckin' joke you piece 'a shit. And if it is, I ain't laughin'." Barring his teeth, Mondo went for intimidation as his approach, his face nearing dangerously close to Ishida's. "The only thing ya've done fer me is give me fuckin' grief and screw me over. I wouldn't exactly call that shinin' generosity." Releasing a swift, labored breath, Mondo tried to ease the rage from his bottom before he popped one of the veins bulging from his forehead. That, or break Ishida's neck. Just as he'd begun to calm, the alter ego of his beloved felt it right to test Mondo's patience once again. The gang leader flinched at the feeling of cold hands on his (in)compatibly warm cheeks, his body fighting to keep still. They'd both seemed to realize that they weren't getting anywhere with their useless bickering, but still, conflicting personalities would always seem to clash regardless of their best efforts. A growl ripped form the back of his throat, his voice coming out low and dangerous. "Let go of me." While he could have easily town those fingers away from his skin, the familiar touch was too inviting. It got hard to remember that right now, it wasn't Kiyotaka he was talking to. It felt wrong, taboo even, to let himself be soothed by those cold fingers he loved when it was paired with the cruel face of a man he hated. He just couldn't bring himself to willingly pull back.

Still, even without control of his body he had full control of his facial expressions, paying no expense in showing Ishida just how much he despised him. If looks could kill, Mondo was sure the other would long be dead. "Ya' keep sayin' that, but ya' ain't givin' me much of an explanation yet. If ya' keep stallin' fer time I really will toss ya' across the fuckin' room." Once again, that rational part of himself one and he obediently shut himself up again. His need for answers outweighed his hatred. For now. His gaze bore holes into a pale skull while Ishida seemed to eagerly break the news to Mondo. Said victim blanched, suddenly feeling sick. His stomach lurched and his fury washed away to confusion. Disbelief? He didn't know what to think. How was he supposed to react to the knowledge that he'd been killed. That he was stamped, a dead man walking. "Yer...yer fuckin' serious? If yer bullshittin' me Ishida I swear ta' fuckin' God I'll-"

"Would you like me to reveal their name? All you have to do is tell me what you want to hear and I’ll say it."

He hesitated. What would he do with that name once he got it? Kill the person who'd murdered him? Ask them why? He held no plan or idea, but still, he couldn't just walk out of here without it. "Tell me," A single pause and then somehting occured to him, "A tell me when it fuckin' happened." That same voice in the back of his head told him there was more to this than what first appeared. Knowing the situation and the circumstances of his death could be valuable. Finding out why would make bashing his murderer's skull in that much better.

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ

"Yer not makin' any damn since but it ain't like that's any different than usual. Why the fuck wouldn't I have woken up ya' dumbass? It was just a damn nap." He sighed heavily, running his fingers through the hair on the back of his neck before it slipped towards the front of his throat to rub at the tender flesh. He didn't like what he found. "The- the fuck!?" In surprise, he shot up, standing on his feet now as his fingers ran over the prominent scar that he was sure hadn't been there. While he couldn't see it, he could feel how raised it was, and surely it would stand out agaisnt his darker skin tone. He panicked, wondering just what the fuck had happened while he was sleeping. Instantly, his eyes focused on the white haired demon standing in front of him, anger swimming through his veins. "What the fuck did you do to me!?" he shouted, more like ordered, grabbing Ishida's shoulders roughly to shake him. "What the fuck is on my neck and why you piece of shit!?"

Mondo stopped at those words, clicking his tongue in annoyance. "Look kid, don't be suck a fuckin' downer. If ya' act like that then of course ya' ain't gonna get outta here. Given up on shit and hidden form everythin' ain't gonna get ya' nowhere. be a man!" He wasn't too sure why he'd gotten so angry. Or who he was angry at. Edell, or himself for secretly agreeing with those words? No, he couldn't just give up like that. He was gonna leave this school one day with Kiyotaka and he was gonna tell his gang that he wanted to be something more. he was gonna be a carpenter and go to Ishimaru's kendo matches and make something of his life. And if he was leaving then that meant Edell would too. "Where the hell is yer fightin' spirit?"

While thoughts swam through the boy's unconscious mind, he did not stir as another being rushed into the room. He felt eyes on him, and his body vaguely registered the slight pressure agaisnt his neck as fingers smoothed over the hideously prominent scar across his throat. It was only when those fingers left him that he finally awoke. As soon as Mondo has opened his eyes, every thought fled from his brain. Suddenly, he was clueless, confused, as to what was going on. He blinked slowly, noticing a startling shade of red and a blinding flash of white, before blinking again. And again. And again, until he realized that he was not seeing things. "...The fuck is goin' on...?" His own voice shocked him. Instead of the strong, aggressive tone it usually held, it was weak and hoarse as though he'd been screaming for a long while. Strange. "What the hell am I doin' here? And what the fuck are you doin' here!?" The volume of his words rose and suddenly he felt himself shouting at Ishida. He was angry and he hadn't been alive for more then a minute. Typical.

"J-Just fuckin’ food… right…" Edell mumbled, watching Mondo work. His heart sunk slightly when he said it was his turn now. Does he have to do another? Didn’t that count as doing it on his own?? Frowning, Edell stared at the pancakem which other side was nearing completion. 

"Well if ya' stop now ya' won't get any fuckin' better. Plus, ya' only made one damn pancake and that ain't enough for us both ta' eat." He cocked a brow at Edell, staring at him incredulously. "With the next one, ya' can learn from yer mistakes and get better." His hand weighed down on Edell's shoulder, a friendly grin where his previous scowls had been. Now that they'd actually started talking, things weren't so bad. Cooking breakfast didn't feel like a chore anymore. Maybe eating wouldn't be so bad either.