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If magic is fickle, technologyâs a real bitch. Between the two of them, the sleepy little world of Earth is now in congress with a mixture of worlds, times, and places. Time-travel is common-place, so much so that sometimes rifts open up and people living in the past tumble into the present, if it can be called that. Linear time is so passĂŠ. Everything in this universe is not always as it seems: magicians commune with demons, gods and goddesses stalk the planets, and beware: there are monsters here, some wearing human skins.
Slavery is legal throughout the universe, particularly on Earth and in deep space, though a dedicated movement of rebels have sprung up who wish to change the status quo. You can find an auction house from Sicily to Mars, and far beyond that. The most dreaded auction house, though, is Slave Point.
By common agreement, the past, the Earth, and space colonies are under the Humansâ jurisdiction. Monsters and faeries are easy to find in the Demon Realm, though some of those demons are employed in Hell. Angels live in Heaven, a stifling paradise. But in this birdcage, lines are crossed between worlds and between people nigh hourly.
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Devil's Bargain [ Sakyo & Sensui ]
Scarlet skies tinted in that fleeting moment between sunset and dusk; in ambiance like this, Sensui couldnât help but be reminded of the mornings before a great sea storm. How long it had been since he had seen the oceanâevery outing ruined by human clutter and the litter they tossed into the pristine waters. Skies like these calmed him; some reassurance that the storm would hit and cleanse the beaches of the trash that had claimed them.
High-rise buildings stabbed the skylines with their steely knives; somewhere, unbeknownst to Sensui, he was once more watched from the safety of above by the blue eyes of a gambler. The selfsame one who had been there ten years agoâthe night white went black. Were Sensui aware of it, his skin would crawl; instead, he was preoccupied with the thought of how beautiful the sky would be when the buildings crumbled along with everyone in them.
Long legs carry the former detective into a pristine hotel; frequented by the upper class, heâd found it an agreeable spot to negotiate some terms of alliance with Dr. Kamiya far from prying eyes. Hotels catering to the rich were the most secretive spaces in the city, after all; white-collar illegal activity received little more than a blind eye, and surely discussing the extermination of humanity would be less conspicuous than whatever cocaine-fueled businessman would be streaking down the hall this week.
Doors close on the elevator, and he goes up.
Sakyo heard the ding of doorâs opening, and looked idly over the terrace into the hotel below, lined with potted mimosa. He cocked an eyebrow, seeing a familiar face disappear into the carapace of the elevator. It had been so many years, but so little at the same time, since heâd beheld this particular face. Half of Sakyoâs competition at the time had fallen to this manâs hand, paving the way in part for the modern balance of criminal power: Sakyo at the tip of a hierarchical pyramid.
And tonight, would the deaths his old competitors were afforded be his fate?
The manâwho had filled out, strengthened and changed, a delightfully twisted and jaded look in his eyesâwas focused on the windows in the moments Sakyo watched him, and he seemed unguarded. Toguro had sensed his power already, and looked up at his entrance, stilling as a predator does when it senses another of its species hunting in its territory.
The last vestiges of red lay down to rest with the sun, leaving only Karasu ignorant of what was transpiring. Sakyo sipped his amber pinot grigio and swallowed, considering the interloper.
The doors dinged on the restaurantâs level, and that gained even Karasuâs attention.
The floors grow higher and higher beneath his feetâand something in his sharpened senses tune tighter and tighter onto a specific frequency. Demon energyâand lots of it. Two incredibly powerful signatures, one slightly dimmer than the other. His fists clench in anticipation; adrenaline surges through. Heâd never felt youki like thatâperhaps it belonged to that which heâd been seeking for so many years, an opponent truly worthy of ending his life honorably. Curiosity gets the best of him, and he mashes the door open button to stop his car a few floors early. Kamiya could wait.
Sensuiâs cold blue eyes sweep the lobby as he arrives. The restaurant floorâŚ? Far be it from him to imagine this was the sort of place that served haute cuisine tailored to the tastebuds of demonkind. An expense unnecessary, for their lotâunless, perhaps, they were hired help. His jaw sets. Something in his right arm twitches out of reflex. The steel inside knows something he doesnât.
As Sensui pushes the French doors apart, it is as if he has opened the case of a vacuum; all the air is sucked out of the room to leave nothing but ether and silence. Some dread is pounding in his eardrums, some language he cannot understand. Even Minoruâs calm control is only tenuous as he searches for three faces in the crowd.
"Toguro, if you'd invite our guest to the table."
Big hands slid into a trench coat's pockets. "Is that wise, Mr. Sakyo?"
"No. Do it anyway," Sakyo chuckled, sipping at his wine.
Karasu lounged, all long legs and sneer. He'd felt it too, now, and was craning his neck to get a view of the french doors by the elevator.
When Sensui appeared, Toguro lit a cigarette and strode forward to him, looking him over carefully. "Mr. Sakyo has invited you to sit at our table," Toguro intoned through the haze of the tobacco smoke.
Devil's Bargain [ Sakyo & Sensui ]
The colors of the Tokyo skyline extended forever beyond the glass eggshell of this restaurant. The jagged buildings glowed, light on windows. It was a normal eatery for Sakyo, a four star establishment with an upheld reputation, so Toguro sat beside him to mitigate attention and alarm, imbibing little of food or drink, and none of the drink alcoholic. It was a comfortable position. They werenât conversing for the moment. The food was reasonable for Sakyoâs refined palate, the wine superb.
"I still wonder what it would be like if it all disappeared," Sakyo mused aloud. The buildings, the people, the artificial lights, the cars.
Karasu snorted. Heâd been dragged along, disallowed his mask and forced into a suit for the occasion, his long hair braided behind his back, and he sulked and winced in the other chair, picking at his food, visibly antsy and annoyed. Toguro and Sakyo had no notion that his irritability was caused by a phobia of mastication. The chewing of other diners was getting beneath his skin.
The hardwood floors, dimmed lights and delicately circulating servers kept the refined atmosphere up well. Sakyo wasnât wowed, but he was enjoying himself.
Night was falling, the sunset settling into dusk.
Scarlet skies tinted in that fleeting moment between sunset and dusk; in ambiance like this, Sensui couldnât help but be reminded of the mornings before a great sea storm. How long it had been since he had seen the oceanâevery outing ruined by human clutter and the litter they tossed into the pristine waters. Skies like these calmed him; some reassurance that the storm would hit and cleanse the beaches of the trash that had claimed them.
High-rise buildings stabbed the skylines with their steely knives; somewhere, unbeknownst to Sensui, he was once more watched from the safety of above by the blue eyes of a gambler. The selfsame one who had been there ten years agoâthe night white went black. Were Sensui aware of it, his skin would crawl; instead, he was preoccupied with the thought of how beautiful the sky would be when the buildings crumbled along with everyone in them.
Long legs carry the former detective into a pristine hotel; frequented by the upper class, heâd found it an agreeable spot to negotiate some terms of alliance with Dr. Kamiya far from prying eyes. Hotels catering to the rich were the most secretive spaces in the city, after all; white-collar illegal activity received little more than a blind eye, and surely discussing the extermination of humanity would be less conspicuous than whatever cocaine-fueled businessman would be streaking down the hall this week.
Doors close on the elevator, and he goes up.
Sakyo heard the ding of door's opening, and looked idly over the terrace into the hotel below, lined with potted mimosa. He cocked an eyebrow, seeing a familiar face disappear into the carapace of the elevator. It had been so many years, but so little at the same time, since he'd beheld this particular face. Half of Sakyo's competition at the time had fallen to this man's hand, paving the way in part for the modern balance of criminal power: Sakyo at the tip of a hierarchical pyramid.
And tonight, would the deaths his old competitors were afforded be his fate?
The manâwho had filled out, strengthened and changed, a delightfully twisted and jaded look in his eyesâwas focused on the windows in the moments Sakyo watched him, and he seemed unguarded. Toguro had sensed his power already, and looked up at his entrance, stilling as a predator does when it senses another of its species hunting in its territory.
The last vestiges of red lay down to rest with the sun, leaving only Karasu ignorant of what was transpiring. Sakyo sipped his amber pinot grigio and swallowed, considering the interloper.
The doors dinged on the restaurant's level, and that gained even Karasu's attention.
A dangerous business venture || closed
The cherrywood bookshelf along the back clicked. The hidden door swung open, and a woman stepped through. Luxurious purple curls framed a single horn jutting from the middle of her forehead. Red eyes smiled at Sasuga, though the lips didnât follow.
"Miss Sasuga? Iâm Miyuki, with security. Iâll be bringing you up to Mr. Sakyoâs office."
She bowed and extended her hand to shake.
Bright sapphire eyes lurched toward the hidden door. What in the three worlds was going on. This wasnât like anything she had expected. Normally the places that wanted to hire here were kind of trashy and smelled a bitâŚoff, but it seemed even his decoy office was well decorated. The monkey cleared her throat and made her way to the female. âUhh yeah. Okay. â The young female shook her hand with an unexpected firmness. She wasnât just another pretty face after all. She had already started making a name for herself as rather strong fighter.
They were riding a private elevator up to the top of the building. Miyuki said nothing the entire trip, taking her silently through layers of security you'd never guess the existence of out in the open glass lobby.
Sakyo's office was a penthouse suite, top floor.
The elevator dinged; the velvet lined door opened.
The demoness bowed her in.
"Very good, Miyuki," a voice rumbled.
"Do you require anything more, Lord Toguro?"
Toguro folded his arms and leaned against the stained wood paneling. "That will be all."
Her clothes rustled as she bowed, and then she stepped back into the elevator. It closed with another ding.
The room was dark in a svelte, stylish way. A telephone rang from another room. There was a click, and then a man's voice with a smooth smoker's rasp sounded.
"Yes. Yes. Do you think I care? I said the meeting was cancelled and I meant it." A pause. "It damn well better. I don't want you to call this line again until you have something important to say, you understand?"
The rude stranger hung up the phone, and then footsteps echoed before he walked into the room.
Long black hair fell around his shoulders in a careful way. He was handsome, undeniably so, with a scar tracing his cheek, from a knife or a demon's claw, it wasn't clear. He was looking down as he walked in, dipping the end of a new cigarette into the orange flame protruding from a lighter.
The gold lighter was swung shut and the man groped to place it in an inside pocket. He turned his eyes up, showing them to be startlingly blue, and over to Sasuga.
A slow smile spread. "Are you the agency girl?" he asked, smoking.

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Devil's Bargain [ Sakyo & Sensui ]
The colors of the Tokyo skyline extended forever beyond the glass eggshell of this restaurant. The jagged buildings glowed, light on windows. It was a normal eatery for Sakyo, a four star establishment with an upheld reputation, so Toguro sat beside him to mitigate attention and alarm, imbibing little of food or drink, and none of the drink alcoholic. It was a comfortable position. They weren't conversing for the moment. The food was reasonable for Sakyo's refined palate, the wine superb.
"I still wonder what it would be like if it all disappeared," Sakyo mused aloud. The buildings, the people, the artificial lights, the cars.
Karasu snorted. He'd been dragged along, disallowed his mask and forced into a suit for the occasion, his long hair braided behind his back, and he sulked and winced in the other chair, picking at his food, visibly antsy and annoyed. Toguro and Sakyo had no notion that his irritability was caused by a phobia of mastication. The chewing of other diners was getting beneath his skin.
The hardwood floors, dimmed lights and delicately circulating servers kept the refined atmosphere up well. Sakyo wasn't wowed, but he was enjoying himself.
Night was falling, the sunset settling into dusk.
                        Ńou should know better than to corner an animal like a ŇĎx.                                                        âĎe have a tendency to show our teeth.
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    â¤ââ˘Â    Roast duck would do; a fresh kill, acquired during this              morningâs hunt. It would be prepared by only the most              inhuman skilled hands, tender and seasoned and worked              over to the bone until it yielded the consistency that the              young Earl desiredâŚmuch like his company. Speaking of              which, it would appear that they were right on time.                   Some five paces behind him, a respectable yet safe              distance, his shadow smiled morbidly. In a mirror image of              his Master, he seemed eager for the nightâs company, but              perhaps for a different reason. As they rounded the corner              of the gilded railing, the little Lord began his descent down              the first of many sets of darkly-carpeted stairs as he spoke.              "Keep your guard up tonight. I donât trust this man."                    That smile only spread behind his shoulder, the voice               that returned his command saccharine, smooth. "Do you               ever trust these men, My Lord?â He received no answer,               of course. Instead, a gloved hand far too young to scrawl a               signature across documents so severe as those that he signed               anyway waved within the sight of the sharply-dressed Footman               waiting below. The car doors had opened and closed, the foot-               falls of shined shoes (a few pairs of them) climbing the stairs               toward the front door, which was then opened by the Footman.                    The Butler was no longer smiling. Every muscle had tensed.                    The young Master found pause upon the top of the final set               of stairs, his cane clasped within a strong fist as he faced his               foreign company forward from above. Hospitality was expected.
                  âWelcome.â He called down, steps measured and spine               straight as he descended. "Mr. Sakyo, I presume? Itâs a                pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. On behalf                of my household, I thank you for heeding my request                on such short notice, gentlemen. Iâm the Head of Houseâ                                                                  âEarl Phantomhive.â
"Lord Phantomhive," Sakyo acknowledged, his lazily amused blue eyes taking in the boy. This Earl was presumptuous, perhaps, but Sakyo wouldn't underestimate a boy with a criminal and business reputation so profound.
Toguro stood at his shoulder, massive fists balled in his coat pockets, gaze fixed on the Earl's butler. Behind him, Bui stepped forward, a sleek metal frame with no facial cues to give away behind his mask.
Karasu towered behind him, the last of the entourage inside, glancing around before staring up at the Butler with an exacting eye. He crooked a grin, visible only in his glimmering violet eyes.
His eyes fell on the Earl.
A rude and very audible snort echoed from behind the iron mask.
Sakyo cocked his head, and quirked an eyebrow in Karasu's direction.
A dangerous business venture || closed
It had been a good while since her agent had need of her modeling side. The monkey had been called over to the Makai only to be sent right back into the human world. All this back and forth was killing her, but she heard this next job was going to pay well enough. The monkey, dressed in a halter style sundress walked into the lobby of a nice looking building. This was the address she had been given by her agent, but it felt strangely odd for a demon to be working for a human. She wondered just what thisâŚMr Sakyo was going to need her to model. A secretary looked up at her and motioned Kotei over. Once signed in, the monkey was led into a descent sized office lined with the finest of furnishings to wait. âWowâŚâ mouthed the young demoness as she moved along the walls of the room. This place was much more fancy than any office she had been too. Heck, her famous body pillows were done in some back alley place back home. Humans sure had the finer things in life, or thatâs what she thought as she moved to the large desk with the chair facing out toward an opened window
The cherrywood bookshelf along the back clicked. The hidden door swung open, and a woman stepped through. Luxurious purple curls framed a single horn jutting from the middle of her forehead. Red eyes smiled at Sasuga, though the lips didn't follow.
"Miss Sasuga? I'm Miyuki, with security. I'll be bringing you up to Mr. Sakyo's office."
She bowed and extended her hand to shake.
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Hisoka & Sakyo || ⌠Wager âŁ
I pinched my cigarette between pointer and middle fingers, blew out a funnel of smoke through my nostrils in a long sigh, and checked my watch. The gardens beyond the balconyâs ornate balustrade didnât catch my eye.
I had been informed he would be here soon. I hoped he was less boring than the crime lords playing shit games of poker over badly-mixed cocktails in the room behind me. If it wasnât for his interesting resumĂŠâor as much as one had in the underworldâI would already be gone, back to the portal to ningenkai.
I could have ordered Toguro to destroy this rival, the weapons dealer Mikael Deferro, but Toguro was straightforward, and this needed a flashier hand. Besides, itâs never good to put all your chickens in one basket.
         {â } As Sakyo stood alone, left to his thoughts, with the distant sound of jovial crime lords serving as the foundation of the areaâs ambiance.
    Except
              He wasnât alone
         For a short bit, the only sounds to be heard were those made by Sakyo, as well as the background noise of disdainful peers. But that changed as the barely audible noise of shuffling could be heard; nearest to Sakyo, pressed against the balcony railing, was an unusual character of colorful clownish attireâso calmly shuffling a deck of playing cards, much like the ones used as tools of the trade for gamblers.
âTonightâs quite lovely, wouldnât you say so? â â
This must be the man.
With a polite smile, I pinched my cigarette and blew out the smoke, away from him, before turning to take him in. "The moon's out." I indicated it with my eyes, before turning them back to the psychotic jester. I could see myself reflected there, the wicked blue in my iris. "Good night for a murderâblack blood turns silver. Someone should write a poem."
I indicated the cards with a jerk of my chin. "Interesting weapon choice. Do you gamble?"
// outofliquor;
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Hisoka & Sakyo || ⌠Wager âŁ
I pinched my cigarette between pointer and middle fingers, blew out a funnel of smoke through my nostrils in a long sigh, and checked my watch. The gardens beyond the balcony's ornate balustrade didn't catch my eye.
I had been informed he would be here soon. I hoped he was less boring than the crime lords playing shit games of poker over badly-mixed cocktails in the room behind me. If it wasn't for his interesting resumĂŠâor as much as one had in the underworldâI would already be gone, back to the portal to ningenkai.
I could have ordered Toguro to destroy this rival, the weapons dealer Mikael Deferro, but Toguro was straightforward, and this needed a flashier hand. Besides, it's never good to put all your chickens in one basket.
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[ Â What would have happened if Team Toguro won the Dark Tournament? Â ]
When nightmare becomes reality and our boys lose the Dark Tournament, Toguro decides to offer the same ultimatum to them he did to Karasu and Bui.
This is the story of their insane, inane shenanigans, sometimes heartfelt, sometimes comedic, hopefully entertaining.
Sakyo quickly realized that of his four new employees, two were human teenagers, one of the demons encouraged his companionsâ behavior, and the other was an arsonist.
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