Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
Standing outside the cafe shouting very loudly, to the oh'so very empty area due to school weekend.. Was a young adult male standing in what looked to be a green shirt with brown pants uniform holding out small little samples. His hair looking silver under the sunlight, tattoo crimson red rather pecuilar scaring judgemental customers off, and a look in his eye that didn't quite seem human. He looked to be wearing black leather gloves, Were those women gloves?, covering his hand and fingers. The male held on a small apron with coin exchange part connected to it, all around him where outside tables with large open green umbrellas..
It looked as if he was the only waiter working the area screaming loud as he could. "Buy on Get on Free Pumpkin Lattes! Any Size! Come on guys! Come clench your throat, warm your body. Its SEASONAL! Limited edition!! " He walked back and forth shouting that, it seemed obvious from his expression he was growing aggravated by how few people even looked in his direction, oh such few people were out right now.. Only reason they could have this sale. "TRY A SAMPLE! Still warm!" He shouted voice slightly catching into a small cough his glove covering it up, followed by a small sniffle. He hated sudden temperature drops, just messed with his body. "please anyone.." He desperately called out the bile still caught, attempting to clear it up. Gawd, his employer was going to get him fired...
As a person dared to walk close, he desperately shoved the samples into their face, "Wanna try one? They're freshly brewed, mixed with best pumpkin and cinnamon around."
With Halloween around the corner, it was no surprise that the city was becoming festive with its decorations. Not only that but there was naturally merchandises related to the holiday such as plates, costumes, candy, baskets and of course food and drinks. Pumpkin pies, pumpkin spiced drinks, really Halloween was the time when people will just put pumpkins over everything despite the fact that they could do it at any time. Julius supposed that probably had to do more with marketing than anything like valentines day.[break][break]
The prosecutor was walking down the streets of Pantheon in the district where schools were held. Memories of walking down these streets with his older sibling came to the forefront of his mind. The fact that he was here to visit an old teacher of his earlier had probably helped bring the memory to him. It felt strange talking to his old teacher again but they had been someone who supported his career choice and had often been willing to work with him during lunch to understand chemistry.[break]break]
There was a voice shouting something about a sample that Julius did not fully pay attention to as he was too lost in his thoughts when suddenly a cup was shoved to his face. The sudden movement caused Julius to take a step back, his eyes slightly widening and his mouth slightly opened. Huh? He slowly glanced over to see a white-haired male with tattoos explaining to him what was in the sample. Visible steam wasn't coming from the cup but Julius can still feel the slight warmth due to the proximity. Obviously, this person had wanted him to take the sample but in truth, Julius had never tried the coffee. Not after the first incident when he was given some black coffee during his internship. Someone had made it for him but they had not known how he liked his coffee. Despite the fact that the person had stated (through a lot of stifled laughter) they had thought Julius would have customized his drink with milk and sugar, Julius had sworn off of coffee forever. So really...for him to take it was only going to make it a waste. Still..it didn't seem like anyone else was going to take it and there was something rather tragic about that. So out of pity, Julius slowly took the cup. It certainly did still feel warm, but the black haired male made no move to drink. Instead, he had merely stood there..cup in hand...steel gray eyes looking more to the ground than anything.[break][break]
"Thank you," the words eventually parted from his lips.[break][break]
Hmmm...maybe he should give the sample to his old teacher.
Haha! He got the man's attention, a man with short length hair designed with short to long from back to front. The male seemed to have been caught off guard with his pupils widening up showing more black than color. The silver hair male put on a rather genuine smile, extremely hoping and almost happy this guy happened to just be here. Why the male silently picked up the cups, just stared down. Moonlight hair certainly wouldn't have cared, or even bothered to encourage the male to drink from the cup, after all he did his job. The guy got the sample. Just there was this odd long silence, it made him uncomfortable, almost as if the guy was a lost android.. or something?
Then suddenly just out of the blue, right as the employee thought the man wouldn't respond there came out a silent... 'thank you', that just felt absolutely unemotional and empty. It... It.. Bothered him, made him slightly irritated this guy was just so... slow. Worst yet the long silence had given time for the voices settled inside to wake... whisper... promising this thing of a human.. is no human at all.. maybe he should just find out.. what color fluids drain. He blinked shaking them off focusing almost desperately, "Well? Are you going to drink it?" His voice coming off rude and sharply edged, as if this is what YOU SHOULD be doing right now.
He took a desperate step forward, fighting the internal battle of mind. Only for some of the pumpkin fluids to move about possibly landing on the ground, the customer's outfit, and most definitely the plate itself. He paused realizing the temporary lose of balance, took a step back attempting to fix the problem, only to cause more sample cups to fall. Warm fluids just getting about everywhere now, versus just a couple, some even landing on his arm and hands. Causing him to cuss loudly, "Well, Shit." Red eyes flickered at the customer, "Sorry."
What started as a smile from the young employee soon gave way to sign of impatience, mainly the fact that he had asked Julius if he had any plans to drink it. It seems that he might not be able to just hand it over to his old teacher after all. If only he had continued to walk and not stand there debating on what he should say, looking for what was really two basic words for most people. This was one of the reasons why he didn't like to engage in conversations with strangers very much. The tone the other spoke in also felt forceful and really it gave the feeling that Julius should drink the sample and drink it now.[break][break]
Would it be too late to tell him this young man that Julius had sworn off coffee years ago?[break][break]
Before he could come to a decision, the person had taken a step forward. Sensing the invasion of privacy, Julius knew that he should take a step back but what if such an action was seen to be rude? Maybe he should stand still then? Something like 'stand his ground?' It was hard to tell. Unfortunately, before he could decide, the content of the cup was poured down splashing on his shoes and his white dress shirt as well.[break][break]
The prosecutor's eyes twitched at the sight. At the very least it was not hot but he had no wanted to visit his old teacher in this state. Just imagine what that would say? Teeth clenched, Julius had to somewhat force his mouth into a thin line if only to not frown. It was an accident. Obviously, it was an accident and really Julius probably should have taken a step back. On the other hand, it was a pretty good dress shirt. It wasn't just that but it seemed that the young man had tried to correct himself causing more of a problem as more cups fell down. Which unfortunately also meant more of the coffee spilling onto his shoes and some drops also falling onto his black coat.[break][break]
Now, the prosecutor's fists clench at this round of bad luck as if some greater force out there (magical creatures of good and evil exist so really, the realm of possibilities had become even bigger than before for Julius) was forbidding him from visiting his old teacher today. "It's alright," the two words were practically growled out. No..don't..don't get mad. You should be better than this Julius, you're a prosecutor, you should be setting an example. "It's alright," he repeated once again but it was more for himself than the other.[break][break]
It took a moment before Julius finally truly looked at the other to inspect his condition. He had not been the only victim after all, even if that thought did not make him feel better. "Do you...have any napkins?" he asked, his voice back to its usual barely above a whisper. Maybe there was some damage control they can still do...if not...grey eyes looked over to the school gates. They..could go in there to ask...as embarrassing as that would be.
There was another one of those long damn pauses, this time he felt his very life was on the line. What if this guy went and found the manager right now and complained? He may as well kiss this job good bye, damn he actually liked the smell of coffee when he came to work. It was just welcoming, as it was annoying dealing with over the top picky rich folk. Maybe that's what he disliked about the guy, had the perfect solid rock political personality. Just placing on kindness to trick all around, the very thought crossing his mind he felt shivers done his back. No, no, that's not... Its not. Again the male repeated it's alright, who was the employee here? Was this guy being nice to him, treating him the victim? The silver hair felt completely baffled, quickly pushing the confused thoughts off as the male mentioned about napkins.
Right, napkins, that... would.. be actually smart right now. He looked around, temporarily forgetting there used to be some in his apron. The first thought to remove the sample tray, placing it on a near by table. Only to make uncertain noises of, "umm umm" and "ehh..." as well as "uhh.." between what could have been.. what? 2 minutes of complete stupidity? It probably looked bad on camera, reality was only couple seconds. Before he suddenly paused making a huff noise followed with, "Oh yeah..." This resorting him digging into his apron to pull out.. pens, his wallet, straws, and absolutely no napkin. Causing him to freeze once more, taking on a red blush that was a more softer tint then his outrageous red tattoo. "...I.. Do not. " With that pause of admitting, yep he had absolutely no napkins.. He looked the guy into his harsh steel grey eyes, "Mind coming inside? There's some clean towels to dry you.. and some paper towels to wipe.. the.. mess.." He struggled the words swallowing saliva and bile build up, don't you damn cry. Eyes shifting from the male's steel to the mess he had made, just.. probably ruined the guys overpriced outfit, probably going to sue. Man, he did not want to be sued.
One would think that the would give what Julius can only assume to be a barista some napkin to keep on them. Clearly, he was wrong as the young man was looking around with the occasional 'umm' and 'ehh'. When there was a possible light at the end of the tunnel with an 'oh yeah' it was quickly dashed away by the content in the younger man's pockets. From what Julius could see, it consisted of pens, straws and a wallet. Nothing that one would really use as a napkin. Well..not without getting really despearte anyway.[break][break]
Julius gave a nod at the other stating that he didn't. It seems they only had one option then. Maybe if he was lucky, he could just walk in and out. Honestly, even though the prosecutor had been the one that suggested it, he had honestly hoped it wouldn't have gotten there. A sigh parted from his lips as the older man accepted his defeat. He really was not going to get his way today, but it was alright. It could be a lot worse. "Follow me,...Hastur" he instructed curtly reading off the other male's nametag. Ah...there went his habit of using people's last name rather than their first as some form of distance. Well..it shouldn't matter too much..hopefully. Turning around, Julius started to walk towards the school and through its gates. This was the public high school he had once attended and he had a feeling it has not changed that much since his graduation.[break]break]
Unfortunately, just as Julius was close to the men's restroom, he spotted someone familiar. It was the teacher he had intended to visit. Shit what to do what to do. Clearly, the other man had not noticed yet with his back turned so maybe Julius could just quietly open the door and walk in? Acted as if nothing was happening? Yes, that would be the best course of action. Yet just as he had decided on that action among many others (including just walking away and going to a further restroom to get some paper towels) the man had started to turn. All thoughts ceased and Julius had all but grabbed Signus' jacket, opened the door and pushed both the young employee and himself into the restroom.[break]break]
Despite the fact that Julius was not exactly the most athletic person alive, he would like to think his recent activity as a magi had been some form of exercise..even if it had only been a week. Yet, he can feel his heart racing from the earlier panic as he mouthed out the words 'please don't come in' to himself. Then he remembered...right he was with company...and only slowly did he turn to look at the other. His eyes still narrowed as he spoke out the words, "my apologies." Although the tone and expression might have said otherwise. "Saw something." Yeah...that was it. "Lets..get some towels...before the stains dry."
There was another pause, it was in that moment he wasn't quite sure if this android possibly rich person thing was debating on killing him or not. Why, he was certain the man was about debating on how to correctly kill him... Without evidence, he certainly had a few suggestions back of his mind buried under undertoned white noise. The male spoke curtly, like a professor taking a student to be punished. A perfectly analogy as right then the male did in fact began to lead toward the school. Did the guy... Not hear him? He offered.. Towels.. here at the cafe.. But.. What. He-he couldn't leave!. He hesitated staring at the mess on the concrete, the empty street, to the window... Back to the guy only couple feet away now. Well... SHIT. He had to follow now, rich bastard probably dial somebody up.. or worst.. Report him through somebody at the University he went to! Fuck, what if this was the Dean's son.. Or some nonsense Shit. Hell there's wish granting thing!
With a loud clearly unmannerly child's groan, he followed the man ignoring his job mess... Hoping to god, that all this worrying.. was just that, worrying. Feeling utter ridicules in his outfit, wet slightly sticky outfit, at least it wasn't alcohol... He thought brightly, a little. Managing to catch up with the male, he made his way to the gate, heart pounding louder worried. Thoughts of killing the guy, make a run for it, just back of the head. Small sharp Rock. Right. There. Not to hard. replaying over and over... growing worst as the tension and his concentration of the guy's back black hair covered head seemed to grow.
Once inside, the smells of the place.. just swarmed his senses, killing those little uncontrollable thoughts. It made his heart flutter, a small smile, why did these old book smells.. Smell so good? His gaze shifted around the school's hallway taking in the sights, what was this place? A highschool right, or was it part of the university? Was it another university.. with all the schools mingling he honestly seriously lost track, just walking outside the coffee shop.
Returning his concentration right back to Mr. Android, his eyes caught a figure mid-turning. Huh? Who? He stared at the figuring trying to figure out just who the guy was, when suddenly a large amount of pressure shoved him right into the bathroom, leaving him rather breathless against the wall of it. His lungs breaking into a slight half gasping from the unexpected lose of breath. The Mr. Android just turned apologizing in the probably.. Most emotional tone he heard from the guy.. The whole fucking damn time, explaining he saw something.
The coffee employee just glared angrily as his body finally recovered, Mr. Android already moving about like nothing fucking happened. Man, he felt so completely pissed off. Forget losing thousands of dollars to some damn lawsuit, from this rich ass. He.. He.. Ugh.. He's had it. Who just slams somebody into a bathroom, rather roughly, purposefully trying to harm them for no damn reason. Without really explaining.. Why.. The hell they had to go across the way into such a small little.. Tiny area, that just! Had walls closing in, slowly, he felt his skin crawling.. Felt trapped He.. he.. Didn't want to be here.. Didn't.. Want.. Any of this! "What the fucking hell man! Walking me to this school? For fucking towels, there was some in entrance of the goddamn coffee shop.. You Are such a fucking one track mind damn robot." There, he got it out, he felt proud of it. He practically shined with this pride, it.. it.. let him not think about the walls closing in, the shivers down his back, and the louder he spoke.. The quieter they were. "You didn't have to push me into the fucking bathroom, who damn well cares you saw somebody. What the hell are you hiding from? Some Rich politician, here? On school grounds. Your Father?"shit, why did he say father? That wasn't true, just made up fucking fact in his head. Just.. cover your ass..."Uhh.. Fa-amily. Or something..."way.. to fucking blow it.
He rubbed his face aggravated, walking over to the towels snatching them dabbing his outfit. Frustration just written everywhere, the movements practically being forced.. not to punch Mr. android.
Julius took a step back at the sudden outburst as something occurred to him..or rather it was pointed out to him. They could have just walked into the cafe, couldn't they? Things would have been more simple but Julius had well...like Signus had pointed out a one-track mind. He had misunderstood what the other was saying earlier and now he found himself in this scenario when they had been an easy solution. Julius wondered if it was possible for some of those corrupted or whatever other names they have would appear to give him some kind of a distraction. Then again, that probably wouldn't really be a good thing with the potential damage it can do to the school. Yet, he would be lyng if he said he wasn't hoping for it nonetheless.[break][break]
The male was about to form an apology (it was the least he could) when the young male continued. What interested him in the tirade was that small slip up. Father...perhaps if it had been alone and unattended to on some long list of potential people, Julis wouldn't have thought too much about it. However, it was the fact that there was backtracking involved, which made that slip up stand out even more. [break][break]
Gray eyes watched the boy's back as he walked over to snatch the towels and dabbing his uniform. Julius knew that he should be doing the same thing. Well, that and apologize as he still hasn't really gotten that out yet. But there was also more pressing matters. "Has...." how to phrase this delicately. Julius was really wishing that he was someone else right now. Someone who knew how to approach this but as a prosecutor, he knew that these kinds of cases might come up. He supposed he could somewhat use this as practice. "your father...has he...hurt you?"[break][break]
Okay...that...that was probably not delicate at all.
Father? Psh... Pah.. Father. "Where the hell you got that idea from? " He asked accusingly before giving small pause correcting himself, "I meant the guy in the hallway... You know the one you shoved me in the bathrooom because! Is it your Father or What?" He pointed his arm in the direction he imagined where the man outside had stood. The very same man that had his back facing them. Which now he thought about it, making such comments. Was that guy even important? Or was the one track mind just awfully rude about where and how he took poeple.. Shoving them in damn bathrooms, here he thought he was the Problem child! Ha. hilarious, its this Bilbo.
He released a large groan, the misery pouring through, pulling out his phone from his pocket... There had been about 3 texts, all from his manager... All.. asking where he went.. all thinking he just walked home.. leaving his car and just everything. The guy released a large moan, how was he even going to explain... Any of this?
He released an extremely tired sigh, raising his arms up in defeat. "Just... I'm going back to work. I.. Just.. Sorry." He huffed the apology almost as if it was forced, part of his mind... most of his mind blamed this Mr. android for everything that went wrong. If he hadn't been so, damn emotionless, none of this would have even happened. [/blockquote]
Honestly? Signus's words but Julius can see that he was obviously closing himself up. This was why it really should have been someone else in this scenario rather than him. He gave a small sigh and shook his head. "My old teacher," he answered and leaving it at that. He wasn't exactly the type to open himself up and saying something like 'my parents are dead' didn't really sound like a good response. It wasn't something Signus needed to know anyway. [break][break]
Again there was a moment of silence between the two as Julius busied himself at dabbing at the stain. He couldn't get all of it out (of course he couldn't, maybe if he had entered the cafe he would have had a better chance but he had obviously ruined that plan) but he did the best that he could. Soon he heard a moan which caused him to turn around and stare at Signus once again. Julius arched a brow at the sudden sound rather confused as to why the other male was moaning. Actually...the screen on his phone still seemed to be on so perhaps it was related to that? [break][break]
Julius had his mouth held in a straight line before he gave a small curt nod towards the apology that was given to him. "My apologies as well," However rather than letting Signus at that very moment, he took a couple of steps to close the distance between them, took out a business card and all but forced it into the other's hand. "Here." He wasn't sure if Signus would call him but having a choice was always good, right?[break][break]
The prosecutor then headed towards the door and was ready to open the door when something occurred to him. Slowly looking back, "have a nice day," the words came out almost like an afterthought before he exited the restroom. Julius's outfit was as clean as it could be...and who knows...maybe his old teacher will laugh at the situation rather than laughing at Julius himself. At least, in the best case scenario anyway.
His old teacher? His guard lowered interested by this information, though he didn't push for more information. That would have been absolutely rude, instead he just felt awkward uncertain, and tired still. This didn't at all help his mood, at least overall. He felt greatful the Mr. Android had apologized, at least.. They were, equal terms? Maybe? Then the guy could just backstab him and sue him... Act all friendly lower his guard, BAM! lawuiste! This giving his thoughts a little edge to slam the guy's head into the sink, drown him in water. No wait the toilet! The mirror!!
Thoughts interrupted as the guy pulled out a card, handing it to him, a small business card, before turning to walk away. Signus accepted the card stared down at it confused, the guy wanted him to call? Later? Contact? Was he going to sue, or just.. going to his teacher? His red eyes looked up from the card to the steel eyes, just as the man spoke of have a nice day. Just. that. He blinked, and guy was gone, this leaving him with the card and creeping dark thoughts. With a deep breath, he typed the card's number into his phone before pocketing... Probably never call anyway. Turned to the mirror, so his precious oh so ugly face. This. Was awful, run bit water, washed it off relaxing. Went straight back to his job to be yelled at for disappearing. But, hey. He got paid today.
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