Closed Pipe Dreams Real Talk

[Kisetukai]

92nd Of Spring 513 AV

[Warning] This thread is in this forum for a reason, it just starts in the castle but by then end the pc will end up somewhere else. (hoped that wasn't a spoiler) Just enjoy and don't ask, well if you got a question that is cool but- lol enjoy the story, I'll shut up.

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The bowels of the stormhold castle they called it, the third tier, the area where the commoners lived. Well the commoners that chose to live here, some would rather stay out of the city and live like animals in the woods, some would rather stay at the travelers row. Either way it was their call, but when the ball dropped and everyones true nature came out, they were still commoners and commoners they would stay. It was actually odd to see K here, but not impossible, for he was used to common folk. He was always around them, even though he looked down hood them they were needed to him and essential to his city. For without commoners who was elegant, for without the poor and less fortunate who was rich and fortuned, they were needed simply to hold the pedestal for higher ups. It was simple, and it was logical, and most of all it was right.

K never believed in most of the things people would say, he wouldn't believe in most of the words that commoners gave him, because in the end did their opinion really count? Did anyone care that Eric staleworth, son of a simple farm hand, went around telling everyone to have a nice day? Or if Sally suck up always did what was told, going around making the word better place with her good cheer. Nobody cared, because they were nobody, and only a true nobody would care of what a nobody had to say. If it didn't help further the order, the cause, then it was useless. Cruel to some people, a lot of people actually had heard K speak like this for long time, yet nobody had corrected him.

It was his way of life, that corroded it's way inside of his skull leaking into his head, it was his own philosophy born of the thoughts of hate. What did he hate? No, the question was more on the broader scale of what didn't he hate. He hated almost everything, weakness, homosexuals, slaves, people who complain about being weak or defenseless, girls who become clingy, girls who have had sex way too many times, food that is over cooked, food that is under cooked, a girl who can't cook, a girl who was ugly, a girl who was ugly and couldn't cook... This list went on. The main statement was that he hated a lot, but that brought up another question. Why did he hate so much, that was simple. Because he could. Nobody had ever correct his ways, his mother was gone on her epic quest and his daddy had been died, he was a free man. He was a rebel, a mischievous kid, and on rare knights a vigilante. His nights always included a special event, always being lively and special, and since he had turned seventeen it had stayed that way. Sex five times a week at a minimum, and that was if he chose to stop, as of lately it had gotten to become an expected thing.

His life was like a dream, a dream that wasn't to be crushed by anyone, but he still had issues. Like any human he had problems, like any human there was problems and he needed to vent. Enter the scenario, here he was walking through the small enclosed areas of the castle, the area where the poor and average lived. The corridors and passageways gave him a hint of sporadic claustrophobia, as it flicked on and off as he turned corners, the insane feeling he wouldn't escape. But he knew he would, because he had been here before, he knew the way. And with that another question blossomed, why was he here? Why was he so close and deep in the natural habitat of people he looked down upon, it was like the lion coming to sit with simple house cats. It shouldn't have been so, but it was a rare occasion, and it was mandatory for him. At the end of every season he found himself here, twisting and turning through the close halls, passing by the doors and adding to his memory. He finally had made it, turning the last hall as he began to walk down, passing a poor man who smelt of... Bowel movement and sweat.

"How do you do?" the man greeted politely, smiling as he walked past K.

"Better than you..." K said sharply, his voice penetrating the warm tension and atmosphere.

The man kept walking, without giving him a moments notice. K smiled as he won, although it wasn't a battle, winning was winning. His feet slowed to a halt, as he finally approached an average and plain door, not turning his body as he looked down the hallway. Leaning a bit to his right, he knocked on the door with his right hand, index and middle finger knuckles only. Lightly tapping the door, making a small beat that followed: one, one-two-three, one-two. Leaning off a bit, still facing the way he was walking, he awaited some response.

"Aye! Who be it?" A firm grungy voice replied back, clearly audible through the door, with a few hacks and coughs.

"I'm here to pick up some flowers for my mother..." K said slyly, in a soft voice as he leaned in once more, still not looking at the door.

The door clinked and clanked, the sounds of multiple locks, it all just showed how secure this area was. Finally the door crept open, inviting K as he slyly and swiftly slipped in, the door creaking shut quickly slammed behind him. A small apartment, just like the others, composed of simple things. A conventional oven, a bed, four couches pushed together into a square, with a huge square table made of glass in the middle. Instinctively K jumped over one of the couches, barely missing the glass table, as he got comfortable on the ugly simple brown couches. If someone saw K here that knew him, they would probably faint from seeing how out of place he was. "So... What's up Paul?" He said cheekily, looking back at the man who let him in. An old man, forty years old, and with dull orange hair. His medium length messy hair, shaggy at best, followed with a gruffy beard. Standing at about five foot three, he was never tall. He was a bit stubby, chubby, and to Kise fat. Leaning  a bit, as his cane supported his weight, his main feature to most was the absence of his left leg. His left pants leg dangling, loose and showing it held nothing, he held a firm face. Looking at K with a face of experience, no smile apparent, watching him and analyzing.

"You know I'm gonna make you start paying me one of these days." The man bursted out laughing, rocking as he walked over to K and rolled onto another couch opposite of him.

[Kisetukai]

 
"Are you now? And then who would you hang with? All your friends are dead, and your married... So you might as well be dead yourself." K blurted out jokingly, his eyes closing slightly from being happy, then finally gave the Paul a clueless look. "Actually to be serious... Where is your wife?" K said cluelessly, looking around and over the back of his couch. "You two are normally inseparable." 

"Who, Sarah? She's just fixing things up, Sarah! You've been there long enough, come on!" Paul yelled out, scratching his beard in eagerness, awaiting the presence of his wife. Sarah, who was his wife in the body of a mistress, appeared slowly from behind some sheet hanging from the ceiling. Sarah, just like Paul had light white skin, but that orange hair really stood out. She was slender, well endowed as a woman of her age would be, fully mature. She and K had actually had a series of sexual escapades, but K chose to stop when he started actually being friends with Paul. One day he had caught K and Sarah in the act, forcing him to run out half naked, but for some reason there was no consequence. There was no doubt that Sarah had somehow seduced him into letting it go, she was good that way.

K looked blankly as she walked up to the couches, carrying two long trays like a waiter on both arms, no doubt that that was one of her past jobs. She squeezed and wiggled through the bottom right corner, the one closer to K, as she seductively bent over and slowly slid the trays onto the table. Turning at and angle and slowly rising up, K was pretty sure he had a nice view of her chest, but that wasn't why he was here. He was here because what she had just slid on the table, slowly leaning up as he addressed what was placed before him. 

Drugs.

It was drugs, simply put, a nice assortment of drugs. There was small jars, powders on napkins, mushrooms on mushrooms, some strange dingy plant on paper. Green and full of vitamins first huh? Pipes, incense that were pre lit, small toothpicks, cups of water, and even a rag. It was evident what was going on here now. K had been here before, he knew exactly what to do, and how he wanted it. Looking at Sarah, as she curled up on the left side of Paul, staring at K. Her red lips inviting him to jump across the table, push Paul and run away with her. Paying her no mind, he found his hands at work, as he began to work up with his drugs. He lightly slid a small jar closer to him, his arms on the table as if he was a mad scientist at work.

He slowly unscrewed the lid, the wooden jar coming apart, as he held it in his right hand. Leaning it slowly over on it's left side, pure, rich, fine white power began to slowly grace out. As it quickly accumulated into a small pile, about an inch high, K decided that was enough as he returned the jar back upright, placing the lid back on top, screwing it and sliding it away.

He wore his casual outfit, still rocking the elegant look of course but still carefree. A white v-neck, exposing the years of exercising his chest, as the crack in his pecs split the v down the middle. White cargo shorts, coming about two inches past his knees, a chain hanging over the left pocket. Freshly cleaned white low tops, leather of course, buckled together by his two big buckle laces. And of course his white silk scarf, thus popping his elegance along with his young look. He didn't really care what people thought but he still knew how to dress, after all he was Kisetukai Yamehaka, one of the most well known squires with his fame rising everyday. He reached over and grabbed a toothpick, looking up at Paul, who was already busy with some pipe. "I like this shyke, I ain't even gotta crush it up." K said with a smile, as he began to manipulate the toothpick, cutting and slashing through the powder. He quickly separated it into three small lumps, tossing two on the right as he worked on the first.

"Aye mate don't speak anything but the truth, you know I always keep the finest for my boy. Paul hawked, laughing a bit as he grabbed an incense, bringing it up to light what was in his pipe.

"Yeah, I know." K said softly, a small chuckle as he began to refocus on his own drugs. Flattening the first lump, he then began to rake at both sides, bring it into a long slender line. He then slid it down the end of the table, right on the edge, as he stared at the perfect white line he formed from experience, well it wasn't as perfect as Paul would've done but hey. He thought it looked a bit sketchy but hey, his mind digressed, the main part was that he had the line done. He smiled, seeing his friend Paul chuckle, telling him that normally K runs for the grass first. "Well... I know when we first met, you said not to ask questions but..." His head cruised down, eye level with the powder until his face rose and his eyes were closed. Tilting his head forward, his nose barely hovering over the substance, aching in anticipation from past experiences. He slid his right index finger on his right nostril, closing it and only letting air pass through the left. His left eye barely squinting, his right completely shut, he was definitely ready. Quickly without easing into it, the dust began to fly up, guiding into his nose as he inhaled with all of his strength. Sweeping in a line, moving from the far left to right, he managed to get most of it, shaking a bit on the ending. Leaning back into the couch in a lazy position, he kept his eyes closed for a bit of ecstasy, a feeling coursing through his body. 

He had only took in a small amount, an amount that gave him confidence and woke him up. His body jammed into a gear that he wasn't going to be out of for a moment, his body began to tremble, and finally ejecting him out of his original position as he flew back. He rested in the warmth of the old couch, his eyes lazily opening fully, huge as he felt a bit of energy surge on the inside. It seemed that he hadn't really took a dose lethal enough for the hallucinations, for normally they would have been started, it seemed as if he only got the invincible feeling going on. Although he did get a glimpse of x ray vision, but that possibly was just his mind playing around. Coming back to life and ending his startup buzz, he enjoyed the feeling of his muscles feeling like bricks. Smiling at the man and woman sitting across from him, he gave them a faint look, showing that he had just entered their world. Opening the jar once more and using the toothpick to slide in the remaining power, the two small lump piles and the remains from his line.

Slowly screwing back on the top, the sounds of wood on wood, he placed the jar back near the middle of the table. Using the rag to wipe off his area, he leaned in with his hands folded on the table, his bottom lip becoming a bit heavy but still controllable. "So, like I was saying... What is this shyke." He said with a chuckle, a small sniffle following with the irrigational flaring of his nose. "Also, I would like to know where you got it from." K gave him a look, showing that he was still happy, just wondering. "Oh and pass that pipe?"

Paul chuckled as he looked at K, sniffing up the white line of powder then finally exploding back. He could remember when they first started that he was still new to all of it, coughing and hacking, on several occasions he went into panic attacks, saying he would never do drugs again. This was a good friend of K's, a man who looked after him from time to time, and supported him with all of his needs. Information, money, weapons, you name it he had it. Yet he was still taken back by K's sudden want of information on the subject of the drugs. "Why do you wanna know mate? Can't you just be happy it's free?" Paul laughed, rubbing Sarahs leg.

"I'm petching seventeen years old, don't you think I should know what I'm inhaling and smoking... Really? Cmon." K ended reaching for the pipe, a simple wooden pipe, filled with something that he was going to trust before analyzing. "So spill it bro, we are all friends here." He wasn't being rude at all, because this is how they talked to each other, and in all actuality this was one of the men who taught K so much. He taught him how to talk like a sailor, he taught him how to do the drugs he was doing, he taught him many things that even some of the most lowdown thugs wouldn't know. K knew a lot of the dirty low down people in Syliras, and when he became a knight he would still know them, because he knew how to play the game. He had heard of the stories, he had heard of how men who couldn't keep their business got dealt with. He knew, and quite frankly he didn't care, for as long as a man kept to himself he was fine. K wasn't a hero, he wasn't a law enforcer, he was a peace enforcer. And that's exactly what he did, that's exactly what the drugs did, they kept the peace.

Handing K the pipe, and smiling cheerfully, Paul decided to speak about the drugs. "These are from my homeland, as you know, me and my wife here already have money, we are rich technically and-

"Then why live here? In the filth and pig sty of Syliras!?" K rudely interrupted, ending as the pipe flew up to his mouth, his lips on the slender tip. Inhaling hardly, the once dying burning grass inside came back to life, as the flames roared and smoke flushed K's lungs. Pulling away and holding it in, he still held the pipe elegantly, gently in his right hand. Looking at Paul speak, he would slyly puff out small o's, a trick taught to him by his truly Paul.

"Let me finish you ass!" Paul interjected, puffing out some smoke also and laughing at K's little trick. "We are rich, yes, but have you forgotten everything that I taught you? We don't need a big house K, we don't need to attract unwanted attention. As long as we got a house, the good stuff, and each other... We are fine." He said firmly, holding his hand back out for the pipe. "I want a big house, and some fancy clothing, but he never let's me." Sarah said with sarcastic giggle, a smug look on her face. "That's because that's stuff is useless baby, clothes are clothes..." Paul let out another hearty laugh as he looked at his almost ragged clothing, his sandals and worn cotton pants, he didn't even wear a shirt. His chest was bare, with his orange hair showing. "K... We are traveling folk, but we hail from a place called Wind Reach. It is a beautiful land, dangerous yes, but what is bliss without sting? Anywho, this is why we are gone for so long and only see you at the end of every season." 

[Kisetukai]

 

K had observed her long enough to know that she had a double meaning, although he wasn't going to comment on it, he simply huffed a bit more in of the smoke and passed to the tool. Looking at Paul contently, his eyes began to droop and get low, as he felt blank. His body felt good but it also felt... Perfect. Not to good or bad, it was like he was a new born baby, or at least that's how he was describing it to himself. "I'm sorry Ser, your right. So these drugs are-"
"Correct, from my home land, it is very hard to grow but we have our ways. As we speak, people are being paid to grow it for me. Although it mostly grows in the mountains, we can get our hands on a lot, but it's a pretty hefty price." Paul began to point as he talked, explaining and naming all of the substances. "That right there is what we call winger, you getting that feeling you can fly a bit right laddie?" Paul let out a chuckle, diving further into explanation. "It's easy to hide, quick to use, and overall as you have demonstrated it is a nice drug. Price is ... Eh." Turning his pointing to a different drug, he began talking about the mushrooms. "These are called funkus, very special if I may add. These little bastards can really knock a big man on his ass, they are also easy to hide but can be a bit of a hassle sometimes. For they can break apart, need to be kept up with, and of course learned about. Remember when you woke up naked saying that you spoke to Rhysol? Guess what you took? These cause extreme little visions or dreams and there's really no way out, it just matters if you can control yourself. I know grown men who are addicts and cannot still grasp it, yet I have gave these to young children and they love it. Just beware ok?" A hearty laugh ending the details, he looked around for anything else that would be of concern. Handing K the pipe, he began to go into more details about that.

"Ah yes, this right here that you are inhaling is called temper. This is a nice little plant that you gotta grow with love and care, you gotta be respectful, and raise it tenderly. We have been mixing and dabbling in it for years, constantly trying to make it's effects stronger ya know? It is very cheap, and the people you consider commoners here live better than the commoners there and they love it. And what does it do you may ask, as if you didn't know. You just love life more, and want to rest in the moment, although I have seen some cases where men can't shut up. Can't sit still, or become scared about little things... It is a shame." Paul began to shake his head, sighing a bit at the sadness of it all, finally moving on to a new drug. "Now this right here is called warp, it may be small in size but it has a great effect, and I think you would like it. You swallow it as you would any pill, and it takes about a bell or two to kick in, but once it does you become a true warrior. Metaphorically of course my boy, it heightens you senses, your reactions, smells, eyesight, eye range and perception, hearing and touch, it completely amplifies your body for the best... And sometimes worst."

Paul ended chuckling giving out a long speech, he pointed around quickly, giving a bunch of small summaries on the others. "That one is called the slammer, it makes your muscles numb and less naggy. A boy like you could get some good training done, of course after the effect is over the pain shoots back in so be careful. You have been warned. Oh! And that one is called the pinch, some people call it the poke, it is very expensive and bad. Honestly I would never use it, I just sell it, for it is extremely addictive. Of course I don't have all the drugs with me, I would've if I knew it was lecture day today."

K looked at him with a dull face, partially from the sudden slam of information, but mainly because the drugs were taking their toll. The temp was making him restless, constantly tapping his feet and shifting on the couch. Paul could tell, but chose not to say anything, just looking at his face. "I see... I might have to try some of that. How bout for now I just have a couple of these, since I did skip breakfast." K said swiftly, and slyly swiping up three small mushrooms, swallowing them whole without chewing. He looked up with a goofy smile, which was quickly destroyed and shattered as he saw Paul's disturbed expression. "What?... Did I take too many?" K asked nervously, his smile fading into a look of panic, as he clutched his stomach. "I can force myself to throw up if ya want?"

"No no no, it's way too late, your stomach has already began breaking them down.It's just... Good luck." Paul said as he cleared his throat, grabbing a cup of cold water, sipping it a bit. "You may wanna drink a bit, trust me your thirsty."

K grabbed the cup hesitantly, smiling as he began to plead his case of how he wasn't thirsty. "Paul, trust me, I'm not even really that thirsty. I'm fine and I know it because...-" His voice was found dead as he stared into the cup, as he peered into the wooden walls being splashed with a magical blue looking elixir. It looked as if there was a mini sea inside, full of something moving around... Something... K dared to look deeper, as the anticipation for excitement and curiosity got the best of him, he literally stuck his nose inside the cup. His eyes staring hard at the water, his intense glare failing to heat the sea, as he looked closer he made a huge discovery. There were actual fish inside the cup, little fish swimming around and even little birds flying above hawking and cooing. Snapping back from shock, he looked up at Paul who was laughing and then gazed back into the cup. "What is this shyke?" K said softly, watching his new discovery.

"It's regular water Kise, watchu seeing over there mate?" Paul said as he laughed a bit with Sarah, enjoying the effects K was enduring.

K's heart began to slow kind of, his breathing becoming a bit heavier as his eyes continued to lower. He could see perfect, but to everyone he had a pair of bloodshot eyes, so low it looked as if they were closed. "It's nothing man... I'm fine, I just thought that this was that sparkling water ya know?" K said with a chuckle, downing the whole cup without knowing, slamming it down as if he had drank an alcoholic beverage. "I guess my mind was just playing games..." K said softly as he moved the cup up away from him, looking back at Paul, he leaned in a bit. His right arm on the table, his eyes more serious now that he had his mind on something else, but still lowered and obvious of his influence. "Paul, I need to talk to you. About something... Personal." K said sharply, his voice was quiet and calm but still firm.

"Go for it boy..." Paul said quickly, awaiting the importance of K's words.

"Nah... " He said glancing at Sarah, who's eyes came to life when he said personal.

"Oh! Sarah, go pick up that delivery I was telling you about earlier..." Paul said swiftly, his eyes still on K. "I wanna hear what Kise-" Sarah's voice was cut off Buthelezi burly man voice of Paul. "No woman, go do what I told you..." Paul said cruelly, Sarah quickly jumping up and throwing on some perfume, then quietly exiting the room. Paul quickly got up and slid the towel back in front of the door, covering under it to keep in the smoke, for many reasons. Rolling back on the couch, he leaned in and looked at K with a glare. "Ok you made me get rid of my wife... This better be good."

"Oh trust me, I'm gonna tell you some shyke that's gonna blow your mind, but you gotta cooperate and give me answers ok?" K replied stubbly, waiting for the reply of his friend, those two nodding to each other. "Well where do I start man?... I mean-" 

"From the beginning..." Paul said seriously, waiting for it to start.

"Ok I gotcha, well as you know..." K leaned back into the couch, getting comfortable, ready to explode his horrible scene of a life. "I've recently become a squire, although these other squires are chumps, I see myself ascending to knighthood by next season. But that's not important, what has happened that was important is what followed. I have fought a myrian, slept with another, got robbed by a forest girl... By the way those damn woods are evil. I bonded to a kelvic, almost got a girlfriend and became as tied down as your sorry ass, got a new scythe from a pretty maiden, took that maiden to dinner, she's being stengy with the sex..." 

[i]Paul had been laughing the whole time, smiling and tearing up, finally stopping as K began to. "That's all fine and dandy, but that's nothing. Who hasn't fought a myrian? Who hasn't had a weapon made? Who hasn't bonded? Those damn kelvics are everywhere! Also-" Paul's voice was shut down as K spoke out roughly.

"Hey ass, what happened to letting me finish?" K said sharply, his head down with a small cocky smile. The temper had gave him confidence, but in general it just added to the natural confidence, it was amazing how he felt. "You didn't let me get to the best part, I had a wench held against a wall with my daggers at her throat." K ended with a bunch of chuckles, laughing a bit maniacally and not caring that he had just announced his crimes.

[Kisetukai]

 "Aye... That's ... Not good my boy. Care to elaborate?" Paul said, rubbing his neck, coughing on the smoke a bit.

"I had that bitch hung up by her throat! And I could've took her life! Isn't that wild?!" K yelled out a bit, becoming almost a psycho, apparently the drugs were beginning to mix his personas and Shin was leaking out a bit. "But that's not the best part Paul... That's not even the best part! After that, I passed out right, and then the rogue knight appeared. The petching rogue knight! The one from the legends and bedtime stories, he actually came and carried me off to the docks! Isn't that crazy?" K ended up laughing, Shin's side definitely in presence. "The bastard threw me over, and left me to drown... " Snapping up, his mouth turning into a serious frown as he leaned back up to the table, slamming his right fist down gently. "I need to know about this man... I need to know how he breathes. I need to know when he sleeps. Is he a vegetarian? Is he human? Does he have a lover? A god friend or helper? I want to know who the hell is the rogue knight." K ended giving him a serious glare, waiting for him to do his thing.

"Dammit Kise, I haven't showed you these damn stories since you were a kid, why now!" Paul said grumpily as K forced him to get up, grab his cane and walk over to the bed. Falling down and sliding out one dusty big book, he barely managed to grasp it and somehow get back up. Limping back to K, he smacked him in the back of the head, dust flying off of the book. "Here's your damn book, now you better do something with it, I'm not even supposed to be moving. Or at least that's what doctor Michaels said, but then again I think he said I should stop smoking..." Paul ended puzzlingly.

K angrily took the book, rubbing the back of his head, afraid of a knot or welt. Slamming it with a drop on the table, more dust flying up, he slowly read the title. Or attempted... As it was in some foreign language. "What's this shyke supposed to be man?" K said sternly, already a bit annoyed he didn't understand the title.

"It's ancient tongue you dunce, it says the black knight. Correlations to Syliras to be transferred into the rogue knight, Aka the dragon knight. Also known as the true avenger... He has never lost a battle and has killed everyone he touch. Of course that's all in the book... Have fun." Paul ended as he got up and waddled his way to the bed, snoring and going instantly asleep, the pipe still smoking on the table.

Looking at the book, he opened it up slowly as he grabbed the pipe with his right hand, taking a quick huff as he rested it in his mouth, his teeth holding it up. Putting out quickly, he was a bit shocked as he looked on the pages and could read everything perfectly. "Table of contents... Wait isn't it supposed to be in-" He quickly turned back to the title page, the cover of the book, staring as he could also read it perfectly. "Wait... That shyke was in ancient whatever right? No I'm pretty sure that-" 

"Son,... Are you ok?" Paul said softly, looking at K with a caring look, on the other side of the table.

"What the petch! Ser! Weren't you just on the?-" K turned to to see Paul laying on the bed, still snoring slightly, in a deep sleep. Quickly turning back around to face the table, he saw nobody sitting across from him. "Oh my gods... I'm messed up man." K said softly as he looked back down into the book, turning it open to try and focus on reading. Trying to calm himself down, he took a half tablet of the warp drug, swallowing a whole 'nother cup of water behind it.

"Kisetukai... If you didn't notice I am trying to sleep. When Sarah comes back... Tell her... To make... Some food. So we can-" Paul fell back asleep, snoring loudly, but strangely it was tuned out.

Reading it sharply, he took in every letter and word that was there, but forgot it all after he moved to a new word. "The Rogue... Knight." He spoke aloud as he read, using his right index finger to cruise under the words. "The immortal offspring of hate and peace... That doesn't even make sense..." K sighed as he flipped the page, moving on to another set of details on the knight. "The Rogue Knight, a monster that had killed a high ranking knight and took on his role. He is immortal, he has no blood and is a nuit... He's an Eth, that was once a knight and..- BLEH!" K yelled as he flicked the book up, he was annoyed at how outrageous these passages were becoming. It was like the people didn't even try to make it realistic... Sighing to get a sense of relief, he looked up as the book fell down, landing flat in perfect position. The pages rested, and landing also perfectly, as expected. K lightly grasped the book, sliding it up to his chest as he leaned on the table. The title of the pages read, "People That Have Been Killed By The Rogue Knight". Pft, how original, K thought with a chuckle. Starting from the top left page he saw a bunch of random names, nobodies and people he didn't care about... It was just the fact that this was here. "Well, now I know that Paul likes some weird shyke... I wonder if Sarah is into this stuff." K whispered as he flipped the page, a small grin in the corner of his lips. The moment his eyes made contact with the black writing, his body jumped, his heart began to beat. It was two pages full, with one name.

Kisetukai Yamehaka

Looking harder at the book he quickly flipped the page, thinking his mind was playing more games. His mouth crept open as he gazed upon more pages of his name, flipping backward now, he saw more pages of his name on pages he once read of other names. As he closed the book back to the cover, it read:

Death Of Kisetukai Yamehaka

As if instinctively, he flipped over to the back of book, and to his demise he saw his name once more. 

We Are Coming For You Kisetukai Yamehaka

He pushed the book across the table, sighing heavily as he thought about what he had just saw. "Damn... That's some good stuff Paul. Maybe I will start paying you..." He mumbled as he thought about going to sleep himself.

"Kise... You don't have to pay me. Because you won't be alive." Paul said across the table from K, his mouth wide open and eyes wide.

"Agh! Good grief Ser, close your petchin' mouth? Your gonna catch flies.." K said with a chuckle, he was joking until he turned and noticed Paul was still sleeping on the bed. He snapped back around and this time, Paul was still sitting there, except this time he was different. His mouth was wide open, and he was holding the book on both sides firmly at chest level, as if it was important. "Ok my bad for slamming that book... I guess the drugs just made me angry? Haha." He joked around a bit, letting a chuckle go as he looked at Paul. Paul said nothing. "Paul... Are you ok man? Don't tell me these drugs are getting to you too man cause I-" K found himself dumfounded as he watched Paul lean his head down, and bite a huge chunk of the top left part of the book, top of the spine to be exact. The whole time they kept eye contact, and it was silent for a while, until K finally decided to speak up. "Woah... Maybe Sarah needs to come back so she can make you some food? Your probably just hungry man... But seriously a book? That's a bit over played..."

Paul still said nothing, as he tilted the book slightly, to expose the side he had took. It was black and deep, as if it was a hole and nothing was inside of the book, and this confused K. Of course he giggled a bit at the thought of the words black and deep together in his thoughts, but things became serious. When Paul tilted the book, red liquid began to pour and leak out, it was as if it was a mixture of paint and blood. It leaked all over the table, covering up the drugs and even still burning pipe, until it was just a simple flat red table surface. "Ok... Nice paint. I just hope you have more drugs... Because that was kinda useless to me. Especially because-" K's voice was once again blocked out as Paul wailed out a huge banshee scream, staring directly into K's eyes, he just sat and screamed. The screaming lasted about thirty seconds, and K got the feeling of not being able to turn his head, as he stared into Paul's eyes. Finally, it ended as fall fell forward, directly into the table. But instead of hitting the table and falling back, he actually plunged into it, as if the red liquid was a pool. "Paul?! What the - Paul! Man what the petch is going on in-"

K woke up to being gently shook by Paul, sitting across the table from him. Opening his eyes, he saw Paul lean back and begin explaining to him.

"Are you ok laddie? You were in a bit of a hallucination and you were moaning and yelling... Maybe you have had enough?"

K looked down to see the table was exactly how he left it, cluttered up with drugs, and no blood. He looked back up with a happy smile, grateful that bad high was over, for him it was more of a low. "Nah man I'm good it's just that I had this crazy little dream as you just said... It was wild man. Those funkus are crazy, you never told a lie huh?" K ended chuckling as he placed the other half of the warp pill in his mouth, also drinking the last cup of water. "Sorry I drank all three cups... You were also right about that. I guess I was thirsty. Perhaps I was just........-" K began to studder and finally came to a halt, as he looked up at Paul. It wasn't Paul that had him so tongue tied, it was... The Rogue Knight.

That armor... That black covering his face... That huge greatsword on his back. Wait? Did he even have a greatsword when they met?

K felt his heart explode, conjoin back together and explode again, or were these heartbeats. Either way he heard the loud thuds, beating in his chest as everything began to move in slow motion. Paul began to talk, except it wasn't a high wail, it was a slow low deep voice as if someone had dropped the bass somehow. 

"Kise... You can't.... Escape. No one... Can escape the Rogue Knig-" Paul's head was instantly lopped of by a huge swing of that greatsword, as it flipped up and blood spewed from his neck. His body fell over as the shadowy knight just watched, K shivered and swallowed loudly in a gulp.

"Oh shyke!" he yelled out loud, his lazy eyes widening as he tried to peer past the black shadow clouding the knights face. And that's when it happened. Paul's head fell right in K's lap, blood pouring out of it's mouth, as they locked eyes. "Oh petch man, are you ok?!" K dumbly asked, holding the man's head.

"You can't escape Kise... Just give in... He's here." Paul said softly as he finally 'died'.

The knight leapt forward, holding his his greatsword with one hand, a huge from K's left. "Petch I can!" K said sarcastically as he tossed Paul's severed head, and quickly jumped over the back of the couch naturally, suprising himself at his own newly found skills. Staring at the knight, they both watched each other for a while, until the beast roared and charged at him once more. "Shyke shyke shyke!" K barely managed to get out as he kicked the towel and swung open the door, quickly running out of the apartment and down the corridor. The Rogue Knight was right behind him, charging out about four ticks after, slamming into the wall, but not even flinching. He just grinded against the wall, with his huge greatsword on his back. His huge armor clanking, he was in full stride and K turned to face forward as he made the sharpest turns of his life.

Shyke just got real

[Kisetukai]

 oocThis thread is boring... I don't wanna play with it anymore

Down the next hallway, he looked forward to see the poor man he passed earlir walking in front of him, waving at K. K instantly sped up, and without stopping, he used his massive hands to grasp the man's small biceps. Turning counter clockwise and pivoting off of his right foot, he slung the man down the hallway, hurling him at the knight. "I'm sorry man!" K yelled out as he spun around, turning back to a full sprint and running down the hallway. Before he managed to turn, he saw a glimpse of the knight effortlessly swinging his sword and slashing the man in have, then jumping forward through a mist of blood and bits. "Damn! I thought that would've atleast slown him down." K muttered out, the knight still chasing him, it was odd. The knight seemed to slow down when he began to slow down, and speed up when he did, it was as if he didn't want to catch him just stay within range. But then again he did swing a sword at K... So ya never no. 

K shot down the steps and bursted out of the door, feeling the warm radiant sun like never before, closing the door behind him. He walked outside slowly, nothing had ever felt like this, it felt so... Fresh and new. The sun was warmer, the people were louder, the kids were more annoying and... Those smells. Had Syliras always smelt this way? It was like sweat, ass, gas, and bowel movement, with the slight touch of a metallic taste to the air. This forced K to cringe up a bit, also the thought of being chased flew away, it was odd, for it was like the knight had gave up on him. He decided to let it go, as the new found pleasures were more important. And that's when it hit him, he was in the area near the poor people... And strangely it felt ok. He began walking down the street, paying attention to every detail, every color and sound that went off. It was all amazing, it was all special, but then it all got boring. It was boring to walk around and-... 

Wait... I don't have to walk. Because-

"I can fly!" He yelled out as he jumped up into the air, a height of about twenty feet, definitely over most buildings. He leaned forward as if preparing to land on his stomach, naturally and instinctively, he shot forward in the distance. People seeming like little ant blurs and buildings seeming like longer blurs, flight was amazing, the wind slapping his face. The friction felt amazing, the sound of whizzing by things sount amazing, it was like he was in the eye of a hurricane and things were quickly entering as fast as they left. He quickly zoomed past everything, and finally ended up where he wanted to be, the rearing stallion. He was going to go show Shiress his new powers, yes it was bragging but it was worth it. And she would be the first to know, after all it seemed like the other people didn't notice him due to his super sonic speed. With a loud thud, he dropped from the sky right in front of the rearing stallion, the doors glowing from the excitement inside. He stared at the entrance for a moment, had the rearing stallion always had a set of huge double doors and since when did-

His mind went blank when he looked up, it was nighttime with a full moon, speckled stars across the sky. For some reason the streets where empty, there was nobody in the area, and it was quiet. "Well.. I guess that-" Again he was silent, as he noticed he wore his original attire, but now had on a snow white trench coat with it, barely hovering above over the ground. Tightening his gloves a bit, he let loose a deep sigh, thinking about what was going on. "K... Just try to stay cool man." He said rubbing and massaging his temples, slowly walking forward and thrusting open the double doors, a loud squeaky creak inviting him. The doors stayed open till he walked in, instantly slamming shut behind him and sending a gush of air behind him, flapping his newly acquired coat. Inside it was pitch black, it was cold, and dead. So cold that by breathing he saw his breath, and although he couldn't see he walked forward, stepping slowly making creaks and killing the silence with little increments.

Simultaneously candles began to light, candlestands were set up in a set of parallel lines, creating a small walkway for him. He kept walking until he reached the bar, a single cold worn stool waiting for him, and he accepted. Sitting down slowly with a bit of hesitance, he interlocked his fingers and placed his hands on the counter, his feet dangling just an inch above the ground. "Um... Hello?" He said softly, the silence once again retreating out of the room. No reply. He placed his forehead on the cold surface of the counter, closing his eyes as he tried to think. His body felt odd, it felt astral, like he wasn't himself. He looked exactly like himself, but more not like himself, it was odd. Taking in a deep sigh, he exhaled to see his own breath in a thick fog, quickly raising his head up. "You gotta love these drugs.." He said with a hearty chuckle, as he peered into the darkness. 

"So there is no service here? I guess that just means-" His joke was cut silent as a cold grip clung to his neck, it nearly choked him. The hand lifted him up out of his seat, to turn his body around and face his attacker. None other than the knight he feared and was actually happy to see. Staring face to face, he watched the knight in all of his armor, his face covered by a sheet of black. K wasn't disappointed at all, he just went with it all. "So even in my hallucinations your still too much of a female to show your face huh?" K's breathing slowed down, seemed as if he was actually dying. 

"So can I see my attacker? Or have thee no honor?" K said roughly, being choked harshly.