T A R black soul

Feeling the cold breeze against his skin and hard concrete beneath his feet, it didn’t take Demi-fiend opening his eyes to realize he was on a rooftop. It was a clear, starless night in Tokyo, the sight of it made Demi feel sick to his stomach. No matter how many times he ended up in it, he always remembered seeing the landscape twist and form and disappear. It replayed in his head like a cruel dream, over and over.

There was a woman standing before him, a few feet away, leaning over a railing. Black hair, short, her scent was abhorrent- though it reminded him of Chiaki, a bit. What happened next was strange; while he usually would’ve just said some snide remark, he almost instinctively said something else entirely–

               —”Most people are so ungrateful to be alive.”

The replies he received were interesting to say the least. Was this woman about to kill herself- and if so, should he intervene? Her soul was so foul he considered maybe, despite not knowing this woman, the world would be better off without her- but that’s a very rotten mindset to have.

“I don’t know you. But if the words of a stranger are enough to make you jump, then you were probably a weak willed person to begin with.”

🔪 —— Kanra chuckled lowly, the usual high-pitched tone of her voice lost to the late hour, any pretense of giddy cheerfulness vanished in solitude. She had no need for such masks here, when all that existed was the bitter wind and honking cars, and now this amusing little stranger. Their words were dispassionate and crude, no vigor or even genuine contempt behind them. Rather boring, if she were honest, but company was company. Sharpened red nails tapped on the metal railing as she thought of her response.

“You don’t have to know someone to want them dead, silly! It’s easier to make that decision with a stranger rather than someone you know, anyways. But that was just a question; don’t take things so seriously. Strangers can sometimes be the wisest people simply because they’re unbiased.” Kanra said lightly, still tapping idly on cool metal.

🔪 —— Kanra greeted the unfamiliar voice with no apparent hesitance, merely an upturn of red lips and no move to face whatever entity had crept up on her. She hadn’t heard footsteps, or the slamming metal door leading to this particular roof, all just silence and the wind blowing her hair. Curious, but a bit of curiosity wouldn’t ruin the suspense she’d built herself up for. 

Kanra ☆

[...why do you bother asking the question if you know the answer already? I suppose that’s yet another thing I can add to the ever-growing list of reasons why we will never get along. I just loathe people who aren’t straightforward with their approaches. Don’t you?]

Kanra ☆

“Whaaaaaaaaat?” Kyohei laughed, rolling his eyes. “Pffft, if that was the plan then you’re an awful tenant- I’m lucky if you make a payment once a month!” He moved back at that one, knowing his joke might very well earn him a punch. 

“Besides, I’m pretty sure if that was my plan you’d be proud of me for coming up with something so skeezy. Unfortunately, I’m just a total pushover who’d probably let you stay even if I never got so much as a thank you.” Which was pretty accurate already - he actually wasn’t sure if she ever did thank him for a single thing. 

“What are you - mm,” he quickly clamped his mouth shut before he could question what she was doing on top of him. She actually seemed to be acting a bit affectionate this morning - at least for her - and he was afraid if he asked any questions she’d stop. “Damn, Kanra, you need to eat something - your hipbones are practically stabbing me.”

“…You seem to be enjoying these stories about your own death a little too much. And I am not telling anyone I killed you,” he continued on, as if this were a situation that actually had happened. “Then I’ll get in trouble, and that’ll be inconvenient. Maybe you just somehow managed to ‘fall’ out the window, and then I panicked and shoved you in a dumpster.”

“Anyway, you put a lot of thought into this…should I be suspicious next time you try to seduce me?”

🔪 —— “Suspicious? Of what? That I’m secretly plotting my inadvertent suicide by your hand? Dear, sweet Dota-chin,” She sang, pointed fingernails ghostly over the soft skin of his face. “I would never let you kill me. Where’s the fun in that? It would surely be a quick and painless affair, but that’s not really what I’m after. An excruciating and almost heroic death would befit me- dying in action or from brutal torture. The more gruesome it is, the longer people will talk.” 

“If I achieve my goals before I have time to plan something so extravagant, though, I’ve always thought about an overdose. Not necessarily on aspirin, but something more fast-acting. I could take it and go out into the world like nothing happened until I collapse. Best case scenario? I die in the street for everyone to see! Although that increases the chance of them trampling me.” Kanra pouted at that, her hand moving from his face, to the silky tresses of his hair. She pulled, tilting his head back into the pillow. 

1) why did you choose your url? yung orihara is kanra’s rapper name 8) also because oriwhora was taken and i didnt want to use some dumb variation. this is ORIGINAL CONTENT DONUT STEAL


2) what is your middle name? monique


3) favourite colour? black black black (black) and red (and certain shades of purple)


4) favourite song? uhhh i dunno about all time favorites (probably love will tear us apart by joy division) but current favorite is.....love & pride by king


5) what are your top five fandoms? neon genesis evangelion, revolutionary girl utena, sailor moon, game of thrones, and uhhhh inuyasha or death note maybe?


6) why do you enjoy tumblr? i’ve been roleplaying for fucking years so i use it for that mostly, but also for good aesthetics esp. on my personal blog (which if FIRE BTW)

“You wanna try that out?” Despite her claims and him not knowing much at all about medicine, he was pretty certain an entire bottle would mess her up at least a little more than making her drowsy. He couldn’t help but scowl slightly as she rolled into him, though he did allow one arm to drape over her lazily.

How long was she going to play this game? Every time she got drunk she was all about the sex - and even when she wasn’t drunk, sometimes - but every morning she insisted on acting like she had no idea what happened. But as soon as she wanted someone to bitch to or keep her company or make her food, there she was sidling up to him like she actually cared.

“I have never hired a prostitute, for your information. I don’t even care for strip clubs.” He pulled his head back slightly to grin at her. “Oh, but being a prostitute wouldn’t be nearly embarrassing enough for you. I’d make sure your death sounded as horrifying as possible…I’d tell them you were my girlfriend, and you were just begging to have sex with me  but I wouldn’t. So you overdosed on aspirin.”

🔪 —— “Yes, yes, Dota-chin the saint. He’ll convince a poor, helpless girl into getting drunk and having sex with him night after night, but a stripper? Much too scandalous! At least you’d be helping the girl out, which is more than you’ve done for me.” She yawned lazily, snuggling more into the heat of his body. “Well, barring the part where you let me stay with you - wait. I know what this is now!”

“You’re using sex from me as payment for letting me stay here, aren’t you? It’s no different from hiring a prostitute, either, just more long term. How sneaky, Dota-chin. I didn’t know you had it in you!” Kanra proclaimed, mostly in jest, however it was still a glaring possibility. It put her in a rather precarious position if the accusation were deemed true, though she doubted he would admit his crime out of a faulty sense of decency. “Hmph. You trust me too much.” 

Rolling over, the raven situated herself so that she was lying on top of him instead, purposefully digging bony elbows into his flesh momentarily as she got comfortable. Kyohei was certainly no feather mattress, but he would do for now. 

“Your friends are stupid, but they aren’t that stupid. Something tells me they wouldn’t fall for such a ridiculous story - you’d have to spice it up a little. Say I’m your ex-girlfriend who emerged from the shadows one day and tried to seduce you. You gave in to my desires, only to find a knife pressed to your neck that very same night! You choked me, strangled me to death, and stuffed my body in a dumpster!” She giggled at this, amused with her own story. 

“It’s the only time you’re vulnerable, I can’t resist,” Kyohei let out a laugh that quickly turned into a yawn. Stretching his arms above his head he relaxed against the pillow, turning to face her. Despite functioning slightly better than her, he was sure he felt just about as bad. At least he didn’t have to work, and actually could spend all day in bed if he felt like it. 

“Stab you?” He couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking his head. “I…guess you could call it that. And you were perfectly awake and into it, if I remember correctly.”

“You sure four aspirins is enough?” He teased, taking the bottle from her and swallowing one himself. “I better not have to take you to the hospital today, I’m too tired for that.”

🔪 —— Kanra made a face that could only be described as a grimace, holding back the strong urge to hit her companion upside the head. The details of their night were blurry and muddled at best, but she figured she would remember an act that made her feel like she’d been hit by a semi-truck. Perhaps her inebriated self enjoyed this pain, but sobered and hungover Kanra saw it as shameful and gross, frankly. 

“Ugh, you’re disgusting. Could you be any more unapologetically crude? My mind isn’t yet awake for this sort of talk.” She moaned, rolling over on her side and pressing her face to his body. She hated him right now, but he also happened to be pleasantly warm. “I very highly doubt I would die from an aspirin overdose. I could take the whole bottle and be just fine- a little drowsy, maybe, but fine.