Into The Night

[william]

(OOC: Kevala

Theme: Into The Night)

The roar of an engine could be heard, shattering the peaceful silence, as a dark shape could be seen barreling down the road, coming closer and closer, as a motorcycle came into view, eventually racing past the building and pulling into the parking lot. Parking the motorcycle, the figure would pull off his helmet and climb off, as Kazuya stowed his helmet inside the seat compartment, a spare helmet already inside.

The last time Kazuya was back in New York City, it had been for summer vacation, and though he had seen his pseudo little sister, Kevala Katashi-Badoer, he had not spent too much time with her. This time however, he had come not for vacation, but as a visit... a secret visit, actually. No one, not even his children or Silk, and most of all, Kevala, whom he told practically everything, knew he had come for a visit. In fact, it was more of a surprise he had planned for all of them than anything else.

Heading into the building, dressed in a black leather jacket, white long-sleeved dress shirt, black tie, and blue jeans, Kazuya would find himself inside a photo gallery, but not just any photo gallery, it was his pseudo little sister's photo gallery, according to the sign located above the entrance, "Kevala Katashi's Photo Gallery." Casually making his way around the gallery, his hands casually shoved into the pocket of his jeans, it would be nice seeing Kevala again, without thirty or more students running around and screaming.

[Kevala Katashi]

Kevala, as always, was working late. Not unusual given the fact that her children were gone, as was her wife. Her days slightly reminiscent of her high school days as of late, a thought that was both amusing and unsettling to her in a sense. She didn't like being alone, she couldn't stand it, and that of course came to explain her actions as of late. A weakness? You could say that. She had a detrimental flaw and that flaw was that she panicked whenever she was alone. Old memories of feeling unwanted, unloved, uncared for in any way bubbling to the forefront of her mind, eating away at her logic and reason until the moment that she snapped.

To others, she was a vibrant, beautiful, smart woman. To herself, she was all the things that those who should have loved her, all her life, painted her to be. Worthless, stupid, ugly, psychotic...

Well, the last one is....

"Yes, yes I am well aware I am insane."

Just sayin'...

A rather annoyed growl as she shifted to the other side of her dark room, as always, developing photographs that she had spent the last month taking. Some of them personal, some of them for the gallery. She still had a rather large fan base of rich, well to do clients who enjoyed her rather dark, depraved, depressing view of the world and paid quite a lot for her photos, hence the chain of galleries and the money she honestly...didn't need. A glass of wine clasped within her fingers as she swirled her latest photograph around the developing fluid.

As the picture began to come into focus, she would lift the glass to her lips and take a drink, allowing the wine to wash over her tongue and shivering at the taste of it. She had found herself drinking more and more...another bad habit that came along with the loneliness....Flaws, she knew, but ones she could not change no matter how hard she tried.

Setting the glass aside, she would reach down with a small pair of tongs and retrieve the photo from the fluid, the red light in the room casting a rather eerie glow as she looked over the smiling baby girl in the photograph. Ruth. Her grandchild. A thought that still made her cringe. Not so much for the title, but because of what it represented...something that Kevala Katashi-Badoer was not and possibly never would be.

Though just as she clipped the photo to the line to dry, the silent alarm that indicated somebody entering would go off overhead, her brow raising slightly as she let out a rather frustrated sigh and moved to wipe her hands off on her jeans. Her usual attire in play tonight, jeans, pink tank top and glasses. Nothing special, just the same shit she wore any day she wasn't prancing around like some windup toy for that fucking school.

Sliding her glasses up onto her nose properly, she would slip out of the dark room and make her way toward the front of the gallery, her mind tracing over her body, accounting for all her usual weapons that she kept on her person as of late. "We are clo-"

Stopping as she raised her eyes toward the figure standing there, a little tilt of her head given as she shifted to lean into the wall nearest her, shoulder pressing against it as her arms crossed over her chest. "Kazy-pooh. What a pleasant little surprise. I take it you have fallen into the habit of not informing me as to your whereabouts these days?" Purring the words forth in that southern drawl, more than aware of who it was that stood before her. She knew that figure like she knew the back of her hand, only one other person truly more captured in her mind's eye.

[william]

"...?"

Standing in front of one of the gallery windows, his arms casually folded across his chest, turning his head slightly at the sound of footsteps and a familiar voice, he'd turn around fully to face the familiar figure, a slight smirk just barely visible as he took a step forward and moved over to Kevala.

"... My dear sweet, baby sister, you know I could never fall into the habit of not informing you of practically everything I do, I just thought I would drop in for a visit and surprise you."

Holding his arms out as soon as he stopped in front of her, he would continue to smirk slightly down at her, and if she allowed him to, would pull her into a tight hug, even with his dress shirt and jacket, she'd be able to feel his toned and defined upper body muscles beneath the somewhat thin material.

"... Did you miss me, my dear little sister? Perhaps I should visit more often..."

[Kevala Katashi]

Her lips pursed slightly as she watched him approaching, that slight smirk curled upon her lips as was usual for her. "I am not a fan of surprises Kazy-pooh. They very seldom work in my favor." A slight shrug as she reached up and slowly ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back from within her face, icy hues fixated upon him.

As he neared her, she would glance at his arms, now stretched open for her. She did not resist, nor did she willingly walk into his arms, instead allowing him to pull her in as he saw fit. However, once his arms were wrapped about her, she would snake her own about his waist, her head nestling softly against his chest. "Of course I have missed you. It is not like I have a whole lot of friends in this horrid place. Not with Gabey-pooh always busy and Mischa....well..." She trailed off, cutting back a slight growl as she pried herself from his arms and leaned back into the wall, her back pressing against it and arms folding over her chest once more.

Her small hand rising, she would gently rub her right temple, closing her eyes for a moment as she worked to silence the demon who was jerking at its chains, clawing to be free. Nothing left to hold it back, it was getting harder and harder to do so. A soft sigh pressing past her lips before she would lift her eyes to once more look toward his own. "But that is beside the point. So, how long are you here for this time? More play time with that strange child of yours and his little .....plaything?" Her nose wrinkling slightly as she laid her head back against the wall and propped one foot up against it.

[william]

"... Oh don't be like that my dear Kevala, I promise you this will be the first and only time I pay you a surprise visit. After this, I will be sure to inform you of any and all visits I make again."

Pulling her into a tight hug, he would feel her arms snake around his waist and her head nestling softly against his chest. Hearing her trail off when she mentioned Mischa, he would not resist as she pried herself from his arms and leaned up against the wall once more, Kazuya casually folding his arms across his chest as well.

He was not one to pry, especially when it came to her relationship with Mischa, if she told him, he would listen. If she did not, he would inquire about it. Seeing her gently rub her right temple, he would raise one eyebrow slightly and would reach out and gently massage her forehead, if she allowed him to, his gun metal gray eyes meeting with her own ice blue eyes.

"... Now now, I don't quite think my adoptive son merits being called strange, nor do I think she merits being called his plaything, and if he is happy, I do not see any problems with it. Besides, I didn't come here just to see my children specifically, I will see them soon, but my reason for coming here was to see YOU, and as for how long I will be here for, well, that depends on how long you'd like me to be around for."

Reaching up, he would adjust the tie that was loosely tied around his neck as he continued to smirk slightly down at Kevala, it took a lot more than that to get Kazuya riled up, besides, since this was Kevala he was talking to, he was not surprised by it, in fact, he expected it. Crouching down slightly, his face mere inches from hers, he'd lean in close to her, his upper body rather close to hers.

"... I have quite a bit of time to spend, and aside from seeing my children, my schedule is rather free and needs filling, to be frank."

[Kevala Katashi]

Kevala was a bit preoccupied, feeling his hand move to her forehead she would sigh, allowing him to massage her forehead for a moment before laying her head back to look at him. Icy hues fixated upon his dark grey she would arch her brow slightly, noting the way that he leaned into her as he spoke. "I sit in that office and watch them on my cameras all day long. I can call him strange if I wish it and I will deem her a plaything until I see reason not to. You know me well, and you know very well that most...people are nothing more than playthings in my mind." She shrugged, one hand rising upward to lightly twirl a bit of hair about her fingers, her demeanor remaining rather calm and collected, not the least bit phased by his position over her. So to speak.

If there was one thing she could count on, it was knowing that Kazy-pooh wasn't going to hurt her. That much had been known for some time now. No, what she was more interested in, was the words he spoke as well as the way in which he was acting. Very unusual for the man of stone, that much was for sure. "And what is this? Since when have you gotten this close to me on your own, without some form of forced persuasion on my part?"

A small hand reaching forth, fingers idly wrapping about his tie and tugging upon it gently, not moving from her current position as he leaned in so dangerously close within her strike zone. "What has it been? Seventeen years we have known each other and not once have you fallen for my intoxicating charm? Yet here you are being all suggestive and what not. What on Earth am I to make of this?" Purring the words forth as she grinned just slightly, eyes watching his own even as her grip tightened upon his tie and pulled him forward just a bit more.

[william]

"... Yes, yes, I know. It's not like I was trying to convince you not to, and I do, it's not like I was utterly taken aback and shocked by it, it's not like I didn't know you all these years for nothing."

Continuing to tower over her, indeed, it was something she could count on, Kazuya could and would never hurt Kevala, he had watched over and protected her when he could, even if it wasn't constantly, but at the very least, he had been protective of her and constantly looked out for her, making sure she did not end up in trouble, despite being a stone all these years.

"... Come now my dear Kevala, am I not allowed to come this close to you of my own accord? Was there a fifty yard rule implemented that I was unaware of? Did you earnestly believe I would stay a man of stone forever? You wound me..."

His smirk widening slightly, feeling his tie lightly tugged up as Kevala wrapped her fingers around it, he would be pulled slightly closer to her, his face moving ever closer to hers, more so as he leaned in even more towards her, now dangerously and well within her strike zone.

"... Fifteen years actually, my dear Kevala, and that was then, this is now. We were in high school, and you were with another person at the time. I could list them off, but that would be a waste of an effort. And you may make of it however you wish... my Dark Princess. It is not like anyone else would ever know, after all..."

His smirk widening even more, his gray eyes locked with her blue eyes, he felt her grip on his tie tighten as he was pulled forward even more, his lips brushing lightly against her own, while his chest would press lightly against hers, the outline of his muscles visible beneath his dress shirt, the top two buttons undone beneath his jacket.

"... Though... Was it I that fell for your intoxicating charm, or was it you that fell for me...?"

[Kevala Katashi]

"Yes well, you should know well enough by now, there is nobody that can truly convince me to do anything...." Save for one...But as was her habit of late, she left that part out. She was opting to just cut Gabriel from her life, as best as she could, and for now, this was the first step. Besides, she did not think it would be too hard, given the fact she rarely saw the man anymore and after all these years....yeah, even Kevala was not that clueless.

"You are allowed, I simply ask what has changed. I have not suddenly gotten any prettier, nor have I gotten any saner. What you see here is what you get. It ain't getting any better than this. " Her hand motioning down to the rest of her. If he thought she had suddenly sprouted a third tit, or perhaps developed a conscience, he was seriously mistaken. If that were the case...well she would definitely have on a different bra and she would NOT be fucking the son of the man she had been in love with for the past 17 years. Yeah...she was, and always would be the same old Kev, regardless of what anyone did or said, she knew that for a fact.

Yet as he continued to lean in, she had to admit she was rather amused with this new and less frigid Kazy-pooh that stood before her. Sure, her heart did not race, her palms did not get sweaty and butterflies did not flutter about within her stomach....(which she still did not understand that saying, at all)...But it had nothing to do with him, it was the simple fact that she had played this gam a thousand times, seduced men to do her bidding, seduced men to do Gabriel's bidding...seduced men because she was bored. So yes, she liked Kazuya, but the simple fact of the matter was, she didn't feel the way others did in these moments, and that lack of emotion was only heightened by the sheer number of times she had played this game. Still, amused she was. "Yes...quite. Nobody knows of my....play-times...But then that is simply because I do not like to share and well...if I tell, far too many little sluts would be tempted to take what is mine." An occurrence that had happened one too many times in the past.

Then, it happened, the very thing she had been aiming to achieve over the past fifteen years. As his body pressed into her own more firmly, sufficiently pinning her lithe form to the cold, plastered wall, she felt the softest brush of his lips against her own. The action drawing a shiver down her spine as she allowed her eyes to close for a brief moment before opening them to once more look up at him as he pulled away. "Tsk, tsk, tsk....Silly Kazy-pooh. You should know by now, that I do not fall easily for any one's charm. Besides, I am not the one who flew half way around the world just for a kiss...Now am I?" Oh yes, in this game of wit, and charm, Kevala had won, at least in her mind and nothing would persuade her otherwise. He had come to her, he had said as much himself not but a few moments before, not the other way around. "As for previous lovers, I have had many....yet at any one time you could have told me or shown me how you felt. Things very well could have worked out differently for us. Yet constantly you have pushed me away....Tell me, what is it that has changed? Were you finally unable to keep denying that very thing you have wanted all this time?" Cause that was pretty much what her mind had concluded this to be,

One hand continuing to grip his tie, holding him down into her while the other moved to ever so lightly brush along his side, fingers curling withing the fabric of his jacket...Yet no other move was made. No, she wanted to know what was going on, ever suspicious of things that did not make sense, things that changed suddenly without any indication as to why. They set her on edge, and he, of all people, should have known as much.

[william]

"But of course I know... What has changed? Absolutely nothing, my dear Kevala. You need not become more prettier, for you are beautiful... as you always have been for the past fifteen years, and if you were to become saner, it would be the apocalypse. I could never imagine it ever getting any better than this."

Well, that was only partly true. Something had changed, but it was not Kevala, it was Kazuya. In the past, he had been a sarcastic man of stone, but ever since he had been handed over the responsibility of taking care of two children, he had been showing more emotion as of late, and as time passed, he gradually turned into a pleasant and civil, but calculating and still sarcastic man that loved his children more than anything.

He very well couldn't stay emotionally distant to his own children forever, he would've been a very poor father if he had. He knew she had not changed all these years, nor would she ever, not for anything or anyone, and neither had he, in the simple fact that he had not been seduced by her then, and he certainly wasn't seduced by her now. He now normally never did anything that didn't benefit him, however, there were... exceptions.

"... Oh I know how much you abhor sharing that which is yours... And that is true, that is very true. Then again, I simply cannot imagine what could possibly spur you to fly halfway around the world and go to Japan. I did not say anything because that would be rude of me, and I did not wish to ruin any of your numerous relationships..."

His tie continuing to be held onto, preventing him from pulling back any further, he would continue to smirk at her even as he felt her hand brush lightly along his side, her fingers curling within the fabric of his jacket. He knew very well how much situations that did not make sense to her placed her on edge, and all would be made clear in due time, that he could confirm with confidence.

"... As I have said before, nothing has changed... I don't recall denying the very thing that I wanted, I just kept it to myself all this time. Your various lovers moved rather fast, I must admit. They ended up with you faster than I could blink."

Continuing to stay leaning forward, his face not as close to hers as before, but still close enough that he could look straight into her eyes without too much effort on his part, his infamous smirk still upon his face, he would casually fold his arms across his chest, which acted partly as a blockade between the two of them, though he highly doubted she would be deterred by the motion. Once she wanted something, she would not back down until she got it, and Kazuya was no exception.

"... I figured you could use some company, you did appear rather lonely during our last chat..."

[Kevala Katashi]

She arched her brow slightly, not entirely sure what he was trying to accomplish here, but finding that perhaps he was trying a little too hard. Whatever the case, she would stand, and she would listen, her little fingers idly fidgeting with his tie as she ran her tongue slowly along her lips. "No, it will never get any better, and it is a shame it only took you fifteen years to figure that out."

Her lips pursed slightly as she would release his tie, her eyes lingering upon his own. She was not about to change for him, for anyone. She tried, with every fiber of her being she had tried, for Mischa, but as of late, she had been slipping back into old habits, and it killed her inside....though she would not let it show, she would not let that weakness shine through. However, as her mind trailed over such thoughts, so easily distracted as usual, she was cut off mid thought by his next set of words. Her shoulders squaring away slightly as she righted herself against the wall. Both feet pressing into the floor as she stood at her full height, no longer slouching comfortably there. "You call into question my lovers from the past? To hear you speak, one might take me as nothing more than your common slut...." Okay, so she was, technically, but certain people did not have the right to call her such without offending her. This being one of those times. "If you must know, I cycled through them so quickly because in all my years I have yet to meet a man, save for one, who could truly handle me. Not to mention ninety nine percent of them were fucking idiots."

A soft growl would edge her words, though that same sultry, southern tone continued to roll off her lips, crimson starting to lace through her icy hues, fire burning in her gaze which had not been there before. "All I can say, is at least all those various lovers, as you call them, had enough nerve to step up and take what they wanted, not linger in the background waiting for the right moment out of a fear of....What was it you said? Being rude?" Scoffing softly as she raised her hand and pressed it squarely against the center of his chest, pushing him away from her and removing herself from her position on the wall.

She was already on edge due to the massive amount of change which was suddenly taking place in her life. Then, to have one of the few people she actually deemed a friend, refer to her in such a manner, it was down right insulting, and showed a complete lack of respect. The one thing, the ONLY thing, that meant anything to Kevala.

Pacing around him, making sure to remove herself from a trapped position due to her heightened irritability, she would fold her arms across her chest once more. Her stance a lot more guarded then before. "I have to wonder, if your sudden boldness has anything to do with the fact that Gabriel Seran is no longer a large fixture in my life? If perhaps you are no longer fearful that he would break you apart if you laid a finger upon me in such a manner?" She didn't have evidence of this, and if he knew anything about her, he would know she was speaking out of spite more than actual fact. More than known for her way with words, her way with attempting to push buttons and light fires. Truth be told, she doubted Gabriel would have cared either way...but she said it, simply because it fit in the moment.

And then....as if things could not possibly have gotten worse for him. He spoke his final line and the crimson would burn into her gaze, eyes narrowing upon him as she hissed sharply. "So what is this? Some form of ....pity?" The one thing, that Kevala could not stand, more than anything else in this world (with the exception of bubbly blonds possibly) was somebody trying to cast pity upon her. It burned her to her very core, and set the demon to prowl about the corners of her mind, released of its chains, ready to strike at whoever thought her so weak that they had to feel sorry for her. "I...do NOT need your pity or that of anyone else! I have survived this life just fine on my own and I shall continue to do so. I DO NOT need fucking pity!"

A very defiant growl escaping her as her nails bit into the base of her palms hard enough to draw forth a bit of blood. She was angry, she was irritable....she was perched right on the edge and ready to fall. He should have know to choose his words carefully before coming here, knowing she would have been on edge already. Now, well....he had a bit of damage control to attend to if he had any hope of this night going as he had previously planned.

[william]

"... They say good things come to those to wait... I highly doubt they were referring to this. My dear Kevala, I could never see you as a common slut, I hold you in too high of a regard to even consider such a travesty. Only one you say? I can only conclude too well whom that is..."

His tie released by this time, he would straighten up, towering over her once more, though his smirk by this time was only slightly tugging on the corners of his mouth. He could see the crimson appearing and the fire burning in her eyes, and though he had no fear of dying, he knew he would have to tread carefully here soon.

"... But of course. It truly was out of fear of being rude to you, that I stayed in the background, keeping to myself. If I had said something, I could not be sure how you would react. I certainly did not get my hopes up that the day would come when I could get what I wanted for all these years."

Feeling her press her hand squarely against his chest and push him away from her, he would be sent backwards, but recovered his balance fairly quickly, and would watch her pace around him, his arms casually folded across his chest and a calm look on his face, noting her greatly guarded stance, but would make no movement towards her.

"... Oh, Gabriel has not been around as frequently as he used to be? How unfortunate..."

Although his tone was light, a dark look would appear in Kazuya's eyes, though it was barely detectable. Kazuya had no fear of death, and he certainly had no fear of Gabriel Seran. To say outright that he was afraid of Gabriel, did more than just wound him, he was, you could say, utterly offended by such a notion. He could care less what Gabriel thought, the man may have been a good friend and ally to Kazuya, but unless someone outright hurt Kevala physically, he seriously doubted the man would even considering making the effort to break someone. If anything, he'd probably consider it a monumental waste of his time. Seeing the crimson fully burn into her eyes, he would continue to regard her lightly, but more carefully now.

"... Pity? You believe I pity you? Or that I see you as someone needing some form of sympathy? My dear Kevala, only if I desired a death wish would I ever believe that."

Clasping his hands behind his back, he would stride past her and around the gallery, before turning around to face her, his back to one of the walls. He did not pity her, nor would he ever even remotely consider pitying her. No, he simply came to visit to see her and continue to be her pseudo big brother, even though she was older than him.

"... I live to serve you, my Dark Princess, pity is the last thing on my mind when it comes to you. As you know, there is nothing I would not do for you... If you wish to hurt me, well, I can't very well blame you if you chose to, I do deserve it for my words I said to you. If there is anything you wish of me, anything at all, all you need to do is ask..."

He would even bow lowly to her, not in a mocking fashion, but in a sincere fashion, to get his point across to her. Because it was true, there was nothing Kazuya would not do for Kevala, and when he said anything, he meant ANYTHING.

[Kevala Katashi]

"I have only a handful of people which I consider my friends...enough so that I can count them on one hand. I do not expect any of them to so blatantly regard me in such a disrespectful manner. Not in my place of business, not in my home, not EVER." She hissed, her eyes narrowed as she would tilt her head and continue to watch him, the look in her eyes much more akin to that of a predator than the sultry seductress that she so often was. Not a moment being allowed to pass without her gaze fixated upon him, her body turning as he moved in order to follow his movements.

"I had so many lovers because each and every one served a purpose to me at the time. It is not my fault they so easily believed that I loved them. Like I said, they were all idiots, fools. Save for my Mischa." She would growl lightly, her feet spread a bit further apart, not out of an innate desire to attack him, but because she was a creature of habit and anger dictated she take a more proactive stance against her enemy, which...in this moment....was him.

"Who ever worries about being rude to me? That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life. I mean, honestly, what makes you think I would have been bothered by your desires? Especially after all these years of me trying to get you to pay attention to me in some manner such as what you were just doing?" Surely her attempts had not been that bad as to go completely unnoticed all these years. She was very skilled at seduction, perhaps more so than anything else, she knew she could not have failed that miserably when it came to him. IF she had, well then it was clearly a defect in his own personal being....not her's.

"Do not speak of him in such a condescending manner. You should know well enough to watch your tone when his name leaves your lips. Simply because I do not choose to revolve my life around his very existence anymore does not mean that I will allow another to speak of him in such a way." Picking up on that tiny hint of being offended in his tone and jumping on it. No, she was not going to live her life according to Gabriel Seran anymore, but that did not mean he was completely wiped from her mind. She had spent far too long in love with the man to allow for that, she had just seen the light, so to speak, and chosen to move on finally.

Though, the conversation soon turned to his pity of her, or lack there of according to him, her feet carrying her closer to him with every word that he spoke until her hand would dart out and shove against his chest, pressing him harshly into the wall, without even batting an eye. Slowly, she would rise up onto her tip toes, her eyes locked upon his own. Oh, she had noted the bow, and she knew what the implication of his words meant, but that did not let him off the hook so easily...but then nothing was ever that easy when it came to Kevala. "If you wish to do something for me, then you can do this. Stop hiding behind that stuffy, stone like exterior and for once in your life just let go and take what you want instead of tip toeing around it like some kind of disease you are afraid to catch."

Her head leaning in, teeth would bite down against his neck, not enough to break the skin but enough to hurt none the less. Then, just as quickly, she would pull away and take a couple steps back from him. "You say that you have wanted me for all these years, then stop being such a pussy and fucking take it. I no longer wish to play this game, either show me that you truly want me, or let us move on. I have grown bored after all these years." Just as she had with Gabriel, she had with Kazy-pooh here...She had to learn to grow up, or at least, move on to bigger and better things...No longer allow the men of her past to weigh her down in such a way. It was just a simple matter of adaptation, and that was one thing Kevala did very well.

[william]

"... My sincerest apologies my dear Kevala, it was not my place, nor will it ever be, to blatantly regard you in such a disrespectful manner, especially when I have entered into your place of business, or any place of yours, for that matter. The fault lies with me alone. I was a fool, just like those that were with you in the past... save for Mischa. She is anything but a fool."

He had indeed noticed the predatory look in her eyes as he straightened up, her gaze fixated upon him with every move he made, as well as her feet spreading apart a bit further, taking a proactive stance, but he would make no sudden movement towards her. He found no reason to fuel her guarded stance, especially as harming her was the furthest thing from his mind right now.

"Who worries? I worry about being rude to you. It may seem utterly ridiculous to you, but had I told you about my desires, would your opinion of I be any different from the others you were with? Would you not see me, as you put it, an idiot, fool? My dear Kevala, I see Gabriel as a good friend and ally. I am not afraid of him, nor could I talk of him in a condescending manner. It is because of him, that I was spurred to and spent all those years training, sparring, and fighting, all to become stronger."

Watching her move closer and closer towards him with each step taken after he had bowed to her and her hand darting out, he would feel her press him harshly into the wall, unfazed from the impact. His gun metal gray eyes fixated upon her own as she rose up on her tip toes, he would barely flinch as he felt her bite against his neck after she had leaned her head in, not enough to break his skin, but enough to hurt... though in his case, he was unfazed by the pain.

Seeing her pull away quickly and take a couple steps back, he would continue to regard her with a calm expression. As he had all those years, he was not the least bit intimidated by the predator side of her, nor would he ever be. Tip toeing around what he wanted was the least of his worries. He cared very deeply for Kevala, always had, always will. In the past, the situation was more simpler, now though, he was a parent and had three children, one of whom that was adopted. He would have to tread more carefully more than ever now.

"... I find that hard to believe, that you would wish to stop playing your games..."

Reaching up, he would lightly brush away a few stray strands of hair and then lightly brushing his fingers against her cheek, before his other hand would suddenly dart out and he would take hold of Kevala's wrist and tug her over and close to him, his upper body pressed right up against hers.

"... Tell me now, are you still bored? And you know I will do whatever you ask of me, though I would like to know if Mischa needs to know about this..."

And leaning down towards her, pressing his muscular upper body even more into hers, he'd lightly kiss her neck and slowly make his way up, kissing along her jawline, soon reaching her lips, and would kiss her while pulling her even closer to him. Because frankly, no one else needed to, or ever would, know about this. Though he loved Silk and this held no benefit for him, he was simply giving Kevala what she wanted, and as he said, he lived to serve her... and he always would.

"... Was this what you were expecting for me to show that I wanted you...?"

[Kevala Katashi]

She could not help but scoff at his apology as it rolled off his tongue. It was nothing personal, she just found, in the past, that most apologies were disheartened, dis-earnest. It was why she so rarely uttered the actual words "I'm sorry" and why she was sure to pick her words carefully whenever she chose to use them. The last thing she wanted to do was create a situation where the issuance of an apology was necessary. Still, she would let him finish, feeling that even though it was likely a ruse, it was still worth hearing out, if only because it was an apology to her. Be it a lie or not, she still deserved it for the rude manner in which he had acted...ironic really, given the fact that he was going on about not wanting to be rude to her in the past.

You must keep in mind he is a male...

"Yes, I know....they are all idiots..."

All of them?

"Yes even him.."

The demon silenced at this new revelation, mulling it over and leaving Kevala to deal with the present situation. Nothing she could not handle on her own, that was for sure, though every move he made put her a little further on edge. Kevala had a life filled with abuse and neglect. It was her experience, in the past, that people would much rather hit her than talk, much rather accuse her of something than listen to her reasoning behind her actions. It was a simple fact of life, Kevala Katashi was the bad guy, the bitch, the slut...Just because she took another last name, did not change what the world saw her as. It was likely nothing would. So no, she did not let her guard down, for no matter the amount of respect she may have for Kazuya, the fact remained that only one other soul on this Earth had earned her full trust. "You worry then of insulting me, of being rude, and yet you bring your words here to me this night and expect them to what? Seduce me? Perhaps you should seek a bit more practice in the art of seduction Kazy-pooh, because you suck at it."

Her brow arching, she stood her ground, not the least bit phased by his stare, or by him for that matter. Her hands falling to either side of her, she would slowly tap her fingers, one after the other, along her thighs. What was she doing? Well, that was simple. She was counting. Why? Because she was having to force herself to stay focused on the topic at hand, growing rather bored with this discussion already and more than ready to move on. "I do not grow bored of my games, I grow bored of this one. I have done everything in my power to express my desire for you, and what have you done? You have patronized me, pushed me away and treated me like a child." Her hand shooting up to silence him before he could say anything to that. "Not that I have not enjoyed the whole being spoiled thing, because I have. I find that I rather like being placed on some metaphorical pedestal. It suits me. But the fact remains that I have spent a good chunk of my life playing this game with you, as well as chasing after a man that will never love me as I do him." For the first time, in many, many years, there was no hint of pain or regret in her tone as she spoke those words. No, she was done. She was tired. But most of all, she was bored with it all. Even she could admit defeat, it had simply taken her awhile in these two instances.

I have come to the conclusion that it is past time for the games to either progress or cease because I must evolve to survive in this blasted world and that means to move on from the things of my past that refuse to change." It was not easy, but it was what must be done. She was not somebody that could stay in a stationary position, both in the physical aspect as well as the mental and social aspect. She had to change, to evolve and grow or else she would lose herself to a world that otherwise had shown her nothing but cruelty. At least, that was how she saw it. But honestly, who could predict how she saw anything? No one really.

His hand felt against her cheek, she would not move through a low growl would be emitted from within her throat. It was not so much a warning to back off as it was a show of her irritation with him and his actions. Yet the his hand would make a somewhat daring move, given her heightened state of aggravation, moving to snatch her about the wrist and jerk her forward, pressing her small, lithe form against his own firmly. Had it been anyone else, they might have struck out at him for such a move, but with Kevala, she knew this game like the back of her hand. Knew enough to see this for what it was and do nothing other than look up at him and await his next move.

Yet still he kept talking, her shoulders rolling slightly in response to his question as she arched her brow just a bit. "I have yet to decide just yet. I will let you know once something worthwhile has caught my attention." Not gonna lie, because well, this was Kevala. Her head tilting slightly, granting him access to her neck as he chose to drag his lips along it. Crimson eyes fluttering closed he continued to kiss upward, along her jawline, finalizing his movements with a brush of his lips against her own, a gesture which was returned..if only just.

As he pulled back, her eyes would again open, looking up at him, a little roll of her eyes expressed upon hearing his final words. "No, of course not. I thought you wanted an icecream cone with sprinkles." Her sarcasm more than evident as she pursed her lips just slightly. She knew he loved that....well...whatever she was....and to be quite honest, Kevala did not care. Why should she? It was no secret she loved her Mischa, nor that she was and had been in love with the same man since she was fifteen years old. No, this was a matter of the spoiled little bitch before him getting what she wanted, nothing more. As for why she wanted? Well...this was Kev. She did not need a reason. She just needed results. "Now, are you going to keep talking or are you going to give me what I want?" Yup, she was done discussing this. The spoiled child he had created within her coming forth and demanding that she be sated. Now.

[william]

"... I don't recall ever claiming to be an expert in the art of seducing, nor will I ever consider myself one, as I have never really needed any use of practicing."

Continuing to keep his arms casually folded across his chest, he would not even bother trying to say anything or deny her accusations the moment she raised her hand to silence him, because Kevala was correct. He had indeed patronized, pushed her away, and treated her like a child in the past and present, as well as spoiling her immensely, he found no reason to defend himself against that which was true.

"... Just as you say you must evolve, so to, must I. Perhaps it is time I stop acting as a man of stone that I was in the past, and change. And I do hope you let me know, it does hurt me so if I do not hear from you."

Smirking slightly hearing the sarcasm in her voice and seeing her purse her lips slightly, he knew how much she loved Mischa, and that she was and had been in love with Gabriel Seran all these years, but all that did not matter to him. He had always spoiled Kevala and given her what she wanted, and he certainly wasn't going to stop now.

Continuing to simply smirk slightly at her, he would lean down towards her in response, and press his lips to hers, not lightly, but a full-on kiss, and would kiss her deeply and fiercely, while his hands would slide against the bare skin of her sides. The time for talking was over.