His style? Wack!

His hair? Wack!

His footstance? Wack!

The way he doesn’t smile? Wack!

Roland, yelling louder: Me? I’m tight as fuck!

*A bullet then flies past his head, and Roland screams*

Luciano, looking through a sniper rifle from on top of the building across the street: Whoops, I missed.

Some random person to Kuro: Yeah your brother’s kinda lame and annoying

Kuro, immediately:

Your shoes clacked against the white marble tiling beneath you. A neutral expression was shown on your features, and the sky was a soft gray color, the clouds covering the possible blue behind them with their big fluffy masses. Large marble pillars lined the left of you, as you passed each one with every few steps you would take. Above you, the ceiling was a pure white as well, with small cupid statues occasionally scattered about here and there, paired with marble roses attached to sculpted vines. You wore a black cloak, the hood down and your face and head exposed. 

And there he was, smirking at you from across the hall. Small taps were heard from outside where you two were standing. The taps continued, until it started fully raining, fat drops of water falling from the sky and landing on the ground outside.

Careful what you do.

 There was a garden beside where you were standing, open on the other side of the pillars, filled with roses, hydrangeas, and peonies, as well as many other species of flower that you didn’t know, or care to learn about for that matter. At least the flowers were getting watered.

Cause God is watching your every move.

 The blonde continued smirking, just standing there, staring at you. You kept your face the same when he started walking towards you. You held a rosary in your right hand, and found yourself gripping it firmer with every movement he made towards you.

Hold my hand in the dark street.

Once the blonde had fully approached you, he moved his hand to gently touch underneath your chin.

“You get even more angelic every time I see you.”

You flinched and looked downward with the contact, yet he didn’t move his hand. Maybe he didn’t notice it. Maybe he didn’t want to notice it. He used his free hand to grab your right hand, and removed the rosary from your grasp rather easily.

Cause if you do, I know that I’ll be safe.

Looking back up at him with hardened (e/c) eyes, he moved his face closer to yours. Almost too close for comfort. However, you knew that you would never be uncomfortable with him so close. You loved him too much to feel that way.

Even if i’m far away and alone

He stopped his face mere centimeters away from your own, his left cheek almost making contact with your right, but not quite. It looked as though he were about to whisper something into your ear, but he stopped.

I can be sure that you’ll find me there.

“Are you happy?”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so instead you decided to tightly clutch and bunch the cloth of your cloak in between your fists.

“Oh, my dear, of course you are. You’ve wanted this for years now, haven’t you?”

Nodding your head yes, you looked back down at your feet. Your simple black shoes seemed very interesting to study right now.

This, I know.

You decided to stare back up into his eyes. It was a mistake on your behalf, personally. Green eyes stared back at yours, the pupils seeming more slit-like than usual, as if you were looking more into the eyes of a cat than a human. You hated those contacts he wore. It took away his natural russet brown eyes, the ones that you really enjoyed staring at, the color of tree bark in a deep wood.

You draw me close for a while, so quiet

Flavío kissed your left cheek, and left his head hanging in the crook of your neck. You didn’t stop him from doing this. You loved the physical interactions you two had. It was like an adrenaline rush whenever he even slightly brushed up against you.

“He’s finally gone. For good.’ He stopped talking to look at you and removed his face from your neck, his face looking like the ones that should be carved into statues. ‘Now, everything is as it should be. We can take over together, as we planned.”

You tell me everything.

You smile softly, the action coming to your face causing your own odd mix of displeasure and satisfaction. 

“I’m glad that you’re happy.” A genuine smile came to his face, but you could tell from the tone in his voice that he was getting frustrated from you not speaking. Maybe you should try to say something after all.

You moved out from in front of him, and walk towards the garden instead. The raindrops his your bare head, so you decide to put on your hood. It covered only half of your upper forehead, the lower part of your face being revealed quite clearly through the item of clothing. 

“You know i’ve wanted this for a long time, Flaví.’ You finally spoke, your dry throat finding the courage to actually form coherent words. Swallowing your spit, you decided to continue with the question that seemed to be racking your brain. ‘How’d you do it?”

Flavío decided to join you outside of the hall, and stand in the pouring rain, which was very unlike him. His all black suit and tie started to become littered with raindrops. “It was easy. He has a lot of enemies. All I had to do was mind my own business for once, and everything fell into place.”

Despite the fact that you were overjoyed, you felt as though the tears that were now coming from your eyes were from sorrow. You never liked him. So why are you feeling this way?

If I forget what you say, then you come to me and tell me again.

You wiped the tears using the backs of your knuckles, and sat down on the soil beneath you, in front of a pink rose bush. Sitting cross-legged, you felt relief from standing up for a long period of time. You felt a pair of hands rest on your shoulders.

Yes, you tell me once again.

Feeling the weight shift, his arms enclose themselves around yours, and his head hits your back. Quiet sobs fill the morbid air around you, as the pitter-patter of the rain never ceases.

“Do you miss him already?” It was a simple question, however you could sense the weight it added onto Flavìo, his body seeming to become more slack once the words left your mouth. His head moved up and down against your back, and you could feel your heart breaking into pieces at the action. Turning your head to look behind you, you witness Flavío’s emotional state. His nose was red, snot dripping from his nostrils, eyes red and swollen, tear stains decorating his very reddened cheeks, lips pouted and red like a shriveled up cherry, twisted into a pitiful pout. Blonde hair soaked, you could see his now slightly darkened brown roots. He needed to touch up his hair dye.

“My love, i’m so sorry.” His voice came out shaky, however you couldn’t understand why he was apologizing to you. You both wanted this for a while now, so now that you’ve finally got it, you were extremely happy. Or at least, you both should have been.

But what happens when, I know it all?

The bushes in front of you rustled, and panic rushed into your body. Getting to your feet hastily, you attempted to run away from the garden, making it to the middle of the marble hallway. You were way too panic-stricken to understand what was going on, but your exitincts simply told you to run, run far far away as fast as you could have.

What should I do after that?

Bang. The loud noise sounded from behind you as a sizzling pain filled your chest, as you looked down and discovered a substance darkening your black clothes. Collapsing, the blood started spilling out of you, much like Flavío’s melancholic tears, creating a pool around your lifeless body.

Flavío walked towards your corpse, and dropped to his knees slowly and gracefully. Slowly picking up your body, he held it close to his chest as the tears continued to pour from his eyes.

What then?

“I’m sorry, my love, I had to.’ His voice seemed hardened, but it was obvious to hear that he was holding back something. ‘We could never rule like that, never together. I hope you forgive me.” His words attempted to come out clearly, but some came out choked up, the sobs that were at the back of his throat revealing himself through the words. Cradling the corpse in his hands, he slowly rocked himself back and forth while muttering meaningless words. However, they weren’t meaningless to him. How he adored you so, his one and only Cupid. 

The white marble floor soaked with blood, the deep red contrasting the pure white, as well as the fabric of the black cloak sprawled amongst the colors. One lover holding his beloved’s dead body close to him, a sincerely sorrowful look of remorse and regret and grief covering his countenance as he wailed for some sort of god to save his poor, sinful soul from this fate he has bound himself to. This truly was a beautifully tragic scene, one that you would find in a baroque-style painting, the soft tender flesh of the two, the red liquid, the slippery marble flooring being painted to perfection, as the actual meaning of the painting took a back seat, most people mainly focusing on the technique of each brush stroke rather than the story behind it.

 “Please forgive me when I see you again, my angelic (Y/n). In another life, we’ll be together and live happily ever after, to make up for this doomed timeline. Lord knows that you are now where you belong, with the rest of the ethereal beings existing amongst the clouds near the large pearly gates of God’s Kingdom. Wait for me there, my archangel.’ He gripped the rosary he took from your hands beforehand, and kissed the back your cold hand before setting it down again. ‘You know how I can’t resist playing god.”

Allen, swatting it away from his face: That’s it, i’m gonna end the little fucker

Oliver: alLEN NO WE HAVE TO SAVE THE BEES

Allen, taking off his flip flop and holding it in his hand like a weapon: I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL IT, WATCH ME BITCH

Oliver, on the verge of an emotional, mental, and physical breakdown:

Kuro, two(2) cans of beer later:

Allen, screaming from his seat at the table: