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Domenic Rintarou

"You know... I don't really give a damn."

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a character in “I Command Thee”, as played by Gladis

Description

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Basics



ImageName:
Dominic Rintarou

Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Role:
Male human 1

Family:
Father Kenji Rintarou [Deceased], Mother Isabel Ward [Hospitalized], Brother Kuro Rintarou [Deceased]



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Personality:Image
Dominic can be quite the troublesome character at times. Though usually having a rather easygoing and straight forward, he is also quite socially clumsy, often forgetting to mind his manners and simply speaking his mind, about whatever it now may be. This also includes cracking jokes in inappropriate situation, of irritating people to the point that it's not funny anymore. Often, he doesn't even mean to be annoying. Dominic is hot headed and quick to act, though therefor often does so without thinking. Despite treating most people rather rudely at first meet, thus more often making enemies than friends, Domenic does have a softer side he rare shows. He is easily embarrassed when things don't go the way he initially imagined, thought often tries to hide it. Once he genuinely cares about someone, he goes to all lengths to see to this persons happiness. Because of certain experiences in his past, however, he doesn't easily let people get close to him. He is also stubborn as hell.

Sexuality:
Homosexual

Likes:
  • Foxes
  • Chinese Food
  • Most Fast Food
  • Roses
  • Classic Music
  • Hard Rock
  • The color Red
  • Iced Tea
  • Slacking Off
  • Manga
  • Making Friends (even if he doesn't show it)

Dislikes:
  • Large Beetles
  • Orange Juice
  • Cooking
  • Coffee
  • Having people invade his personal space
  • Studying
  • Sitting still for a long period of time
  • Nosy People

Equipment and Abilities:
Nothing Notable


Biographic History:
Will be revealed throughout the RP.



Appearence


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Hair Color:
Ginger

Eye Color:
Jade Green

Weight:
57 kg

Height:
172 cm

Brief Appearance Description:
Domenic is neither too short nor too long, though he is slightly underweight. His hair is red and rather short, though it becomes slightly longer at his neck. Although he sometimes brushes it and makes it looks at least somewhat tidy, most of the time he lets it remain rather messy. The ginger color stands out against his fair complexion rather well, finishing the look with a set of deep, jade green eyes. He has a few freckles sprinkled across his cheeks and nose, though they only become apparent in certain lighting. The clothes her wears are usually somewhat ragged, though he still tries to maintain a more or less stylish look.

So begins...

Domenic Rintarou's Story

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The streets of the little neighborhood at the outskirt of Tokyo were quiet, and almost eerily so. Now and then a lone dog barking in the distance could be heard, or group of kids who were up to no good talking to each other and laughing. Yet these were few and far between, just like the cars passing by, casting a momentary light over the otherwise dark street.

Seated against the wall of a tall building in an alleyway was a jersey wearing young man, his long bangs casting a shadow over his jade green eyes, making them unidentifiable to anyone passing by, if that were even to happen at this hour and in this location. They did their job of hiding the tears spilling onto his cheeks well, however, so Dominic had little reason to complain. With the back of his filthy hand he wiped them, muttering inaudible something to himself before wrapping his fingers tightly around the neck of the spirit bottle next to him.

"Damn this all," he whispered bitterly, tightening his grip of the bottle, lifting it up slightly to gaze into it. There was barely any alchohol left. He grimaced, and then suddenly he froze. There was the sound of a movement somewhere nearby. His heart lurched and his eyes widened as he pressed himself against the ally wall, hoping to go unnoticed to whomever might be there. Soon enough, however, he dark shadow flitted out from behind a container, revealing itself to be a stray cat. Dominic sighed, relaxing slightly as he pulled his knees close to his chest and shut his eyes, shivering with cold.

I don't want to do this anymore,
Dominic thought to himself, gritting his teeth and holding his head tightly between his palms. His whole being was shaking as silent sobs escaped his lips. I don't want to, I don't want to...please...someone, let me die. Let me die... "I can't stand this any longer. I don't want to, I don't want to..." his whisper was shaky and his voice thick with emotion. More tears rolled down his cheek and again, he tried to wipe them. They trickled down his wrist, mingling with the blood running from his self inflicted wounds.

He had already relinquished all hope that anything would ever change, and long since had Dominic turned his back on God. He knew he would never be able to break this evil circle had been forced into by himself- so what reason was there for him to live? All he had ever wanted was to feel true happiness, but every time, just as he thought he had it... it slipped away from him. Almost like it had never been there in the first place. If life granted him nothing but pain and suffering, what reason would there be for him to struggle? If he had nothing left to hold on to, why not just let it all go? Even Dominic realized there was no reason behind the choice of continuing to force yourself thorough a never ending maze of agony. For him, there was no hope.

"I just want it all to end," Dominic stared at his bloodied hands for quite a while before shaking his head and curling up tighter, shutting his eyes. I don't want to do this anymore...

Somewhere over in the distance, the sun lazily began to rise over the horizon, casting out all of the looming shadows and bathing the world in a glorious, luminous light. Morning was upon Tokyo.

Little did Dominic- or any of the other few individuals selected by fate; realize what was lurking deep within these shadows- or what was to come.

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Drip, drip, drip... The sounds of the IV echoed through the lonely hospital room. A girl with long white hair stared softly at the IV drip, watching the contents go through the tube and through the needle in the crease of her arm. A sigh escaped from the young woman. She glanced up at the ceiling. Thoughts spread across her mind as she did.

'Tomorrow will be the day... won't it? I'll die tomorrow...' The girl frowned. Death couldn't come sooner enough. She had been ready to die since she turned 16. No one in the world would miss her so why should she care? Her parents sure as hell didn't. Neither did her sister... The girl stared out of the window. The sun was already starting to rise... She hated mornings. They just served as a reminder that the world would continue on without her and it bothered her a lot.

"Miss Tachibana? I've brought some breakfast..." One of the nurses chirped as she opened the door and placed the food on the girl's bed. She stared up at the nurse and nodded.

"Thank you..." The nurse sniffled a bit and tears were leaking out.

"Forgive me, Miss Akane, but... It's just too sad that you have to die tomorrow..."

Painful...? Akane frowned a bit, to the nurse took it to mean that Akane was agreeing with her, but it couldn't be further from the truth. Akane was secretly angry at the nurse for saying such a thing. She was going to miss her? What a bunch of lies... She would never be missed and she knew it. Her parents wouldn't miss her. All they would miss was the time they wasted pretending to care about her. Akane then gave the nurse a small smile.

"Please, don't cry for me. I've accepted that I was going to die. I'm not looking forward to it but I've accepted it and I'm not afraid."

Part of that statement was false. Akane was ecstatic for her death. No one would miss her and she wouldn't miss anyone so she just wanted to die and get it over with. The nurse bowed and walked out of the room, obviously still upset. Akane sighed as she was relieved to be away from the ignorant woman. Staring at the meal in front of her, she saw tea and some form of cereal. She took a few bites of the cereal before drinking the tea. She never did eat much anymore. She then looked around the hospital room.

'God... I hate you for torturing me like this... Why couldn't I just die today and get it over with?'

Unknown to Akane, seven other individuals were thinking the exact same thing. And unknown to all of them, they were all being watched by mysterious figures; figures that would change their destiny, for better or for worse...

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Belial reclined lazily, arms folded behind his head and eyes shut against the surrounding darkness. A warm breeze stirred, briefly ruffling his long hair out of place but within moments the air was still again as though it had never moved at all. Time always seemed to move slowly when he was in this languid state between contracts, if it was moving at all. It wasn't that he despised this kind of idleness, but he did bore very easily and began to long for the distractions a master would bring. A meal would not go amiss either...

A slight frown crossed Belial's features in irritation. It truly had been a while since he had last had the pleasure of gorging himself. Fleetingly the demon's thoughts turned to the owner of the last soul he had consumed, and he found himself more than mildly amused at discovering he could remember neither their name or face. It had been a female, that he was fairly certain of...long hair, but had it been fair or dark? He could still recall she had tasted utterly delectable, and that was more than enough for him. Why clog up his thoughts by memories of those one could never meet again? It wasn't as if a human could expect to obtain any form of afterlife after surrendering their soul to the scavenging hounds known as demons. Better to simply forget all those he had contracted with before, or remember their souls if nothing else. All of the humans he met were so similar as well; different faces perhaps, different beings, but underneath they were all just as desperate for their desires to be granted. Belial paused in his musings, smiling faintly as he felt a small prick of consciousness. Speak of the devil... A human phrase, but a fitting one nevertheless. To think a poor lost lamb would call out to me just as my stomach began to rumble...I suppose I had better make a move before one of the other vultures swoop in.

Gracefully jumping to his feet Belial slowly opened his eyes, extending his darkness to wrap around Dominic and intruding on the boy's despair. "Is it truly thy wish to die, child...?" He asked slowly, for now hiding his figure from the boy so that he could merely be heard but not seen as he looked over Dominic appraisingly. The boy was young, that much was certain. Perhaps not young enough to be considered a child but possibly the youngest Belial had ever contracted with. If he was satiated possibly he would feel pity, or even guilt for attempting to feed off him, but...in order to summon the demon the boy must already be in fairly dire circumstances, and what Belial did certainly wasn't evil by his standards. To take such a poor, despairing human on the brink of death and grant their wish before bestowing upon them a peaceful eternal rest. "If thine deepest desire could be granted by my power, wouldst thou truly still choose to die...?

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Drip-drop...drip-drop...

A world of darkness, a world of nothingness. Black is the sky, black is the ground, black is the sea, there is no sound.

Drip-drop, drip-drop...

I can't feel the flow, yet time will never stop. How much has passed? I know not.

Drip-drop...drip-drop...

Here I stand alone, in my flower field, by other entities unseen. No one will hear you scream. A carpet of roses, oh so white. The color of innocence, the bringer of blight.

Drip-drop, drip-drop..drop...


Shiranui's eyes snapped open, though little a difference did it make. Around naught but an all encompassing darkness, stretching out eternally in every direction; a void in itself. Though it appeared completely silent at first, somewhere in the distance the noise of droplets hitting a water surface sounded, making an ever so slight echo. Sometimes the dripping sound appeared to be louder, closer... and sometimes, it appeared to be far away, quieter. Nevertheless, the pacing of how the droplets made impact with the water surface remained the same- without fail. Not once since Shiranui returned to land of neither the living nor the dead, her very own realm... had this pattern been broken. Well, at least not until now.

Somewhere, there was a consciousness nudging the surface of Shiranui's world. Someone in so much despair, so much pain and suffering... be it physiological or mental, it mattered not. All Shiranui needed was pain, a consciousness or subconsciousness desperately trembling for a way out, and thus having abandoned their belief in God... or having completely given up up, depending if they were actually religious in the first place or not (and, of course, to which religion they belonged). Either way, someone was desperately crying out for help...and fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately, depending on how one chose to view it), Shiranui had heard her cry.

It appeared she was being summoned.

The silver haired demoness extended the reach of her realm towards the girl; wrapped her in it, pulled her into the black void of nothingness. Beneath the girl a field of white roses spread out, extending itself endlessly in every direction, just as the darkness of the nonexistent sky did. For the moment, Shiranui let herself become invisible to the human, causing her low and calm, emotionless voice to appear to be coming from everywhere.

"Human who has turned your back on God and abandoned all hope... is it truly your wish to depart the world of the living in such a pitiful state?"
her quiet yet powerful voice echoed through the darkness.


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Although he could swear that just moments ago, the sun begun rising, bathing everything in it's orange light... Dominic suddenly found himself surrounded completely by darkness. Had he gotten himself drunk enough to faint? No, that couldn't be it. Fainting usually didn't feel like he was still completely awake and had control over himself (more or less), and simply surrounded by emptiness. Perhaps he had fallen asleep without noticing, and this was now a dream? Yet it didn't really feel quite like a dream, either. Had he just finally snapped and was now hallucinating? Quite possible, the teenage boy thought to himself, despite not being completely convinced about that explanation either. Either way, the physical pain he had been feeling before seemed to somehow... have been dulled. It was quite a relief, of course... but didn't exactly help explaining the situation.

Confusion, and perhaps a tinge of fear, lasted only for a moment, however.

"Is it truly thy wish to die, child...? If thine deepest desire could be granted by my power, wouldst thou truly still choose to die...?"

Domenic frowned, trying to make sense of the words this almighty, just slightly annoying, dramatic, bodiless voice seeming to come from nowhere was saying. His head wasn't hurting quite as bad as it had done before, anymore, and he wasn't feeling as drunk either... but the manner the voice spoke in was totally outdated and reminded him of the homework (back when he still actually went to school) he had simply sort of ignored because it was boring. Dominic's attention span was generally very short, especially when he was bored. Thus, he was almost painfully easy to distract.

"I don't remember signing up for taking part in some terrible B-movie... I'm on the verge of suicide and you totally ruined the dramatic feeling I so carefully built up. It sort of pisses me off. Besides, I can't even understand half of what you're saying. If you would please be so kind and rephrase your question in actual Japanese, I might listen to whatever crap you wanna say..."

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Belial watched the boy's reaction closely, feeling satisfied by the initial apparent wariness and confusion that appeared on his face. That was the normal reaction to being presented with a situation like this, of course. That and intense fear, although it did vary from person to person. His smug smile disappeared quickly once the boy spoke however, his eye twitching slightly in irritation. Who does this damn brat think he's talking to...? Is this supposed to be some kind of bluster? Such a disagreeable child would surely make an awful master... Belial's lip curled as he wondered whether he could back out of this now, leave the brat for some other demon foolish enough to make a contract with him...but he was fairly hungry. And he had dealt with unpleasant personalities before. He couldn't let this brat force him to back off, after all. A mere human, simple prey in the face of a great demon such as himself.

"This sort of experience is arguably more dramatic than breathing your last in an alleyway surrounded by empty bottles and with a stray cat for company, but very well...I am offering you the chance to fulfil your deepest desire, child. The offer I am making you would bind me into your service, to obey you unconditionally until the day your wish has been achieved. After that I will have to take my payment, but...I believe this path would still be preferable to you compared to dying a nameless death as trash once I resume your time. So, what say you? Unless this has once again been too complicated for you to understand...shall we make a contract? As for the price for my loyalty...I suggest you do not worry about it. It cannot be taken until you are dead, after all," Belial finished, chuckling softly.

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Shiranui listened to the girls story in silence, not even once attempting to interrupt her. Indeed it was true that the demoness had never asked to hear the girls story, and in a way... she found it almost ridicules how the girl was telling her all this. The reason as to why one made a contract didn't interest her one bit, as long as the contract was made and she would later have a soul to feed on. Yet even she found it rude to interrupt when a person found in themselves to open their heart, even if it was to a demon and under ridicules circumstances. Well, that, and Shiranui wasn't much of a speaker, either, so she certainly didn't mind remaining silent for as long as possible. Even better, the girls senseless rambling had put words in Shiranui's mouth. Words she could turn to her advantage.

"I want to live for three more years. Then, I will die happily. Such a thing is impossible though... Miracles and God don't exist..."

"Three years, without the suffering or pain of your illness is what you desire most?" Shiranui asked as she materialized right in front of the girl. She was wearing a a simple white kimono, matching her silver colored hair. She trained her gray blue, emotionless eyes on the sickly human, gently sliding her hand under her yaw before tilting her head up slightly. "Miracles don't exist, that is true. I will not speak for God, since I truly don't know the answer to the question myself. Yet this is a wish I am capable of granting you," she paused for a moment, gently tracing her thin and elegant finger across the girl's pale cheek, "... if you are willing to sacrifice your soul in exchange. Perhaps a meager prize to pay, when in the face of death..." her voice had become nothing more but a gentle whisper by the time she finished her proposal, as opposed to the completely emotionless tone in her voice just moments ago.

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"This sort of experience is arguably more dramatic than breathing your last in an alleyway surrounded by empty bottles and with a stray cat for company, but very well...I am offering you the chance to fulfill your deepest desire, child."

Offering me the chance to fulfill my deepest desire? Dominic thought bitterly to himself, suppressing a laugh, How old does this con-artist think I am? It's not like you can wave a wand and suddenly everything you wish for comes true. It was a long time ago when I wished for a fairy godmother to find me and grant me a wish. Really long time ago. Besides, what right did he have to comment my decision to leave this world, no matter how pitiful the situation might seem? This guy is seriously pissing me off. Dominic's yaw tightened as he glared into the darkness; obviously his temper had been fired up by the demons words.

"Shut up!" the red haired teenager suddenly snapped, his voice laced with irritation, "If clichéd bullishit probably copied from some fancy novel or bad movie is all you have to say, then stop wasting my time and leave me alone. I-I... for all I know you could either be some sort of creep trying to trick me into something," it certainly wouldn't have been the first time, "or even worse, a hallucination..." he trailed off, rubbing his arm in thought for a moment. If this truly was just an hallucination, then perhaps he didn't have anything to lose. Hopefully it would go away soon, after all... but what if it was not? Or what if it actually wasn't a con-man- contrary to what Dominic believed? What if this strange voice in the darkness actually was speaking the truth? What if this was the chance he had been waiting for so long? Wasn't it worth taking a risk, if it could possibly end his pain? Worse than this it couldn't really get, after all... or so he was determined to believe.

Dominic decided to hear him out. It most likely wouldn't hurt, since he didn't know how to get rid of this voice in his head either way. Voice in my head? Man, it really does sound like I've lost it...

"The offer I am making you would bind me into your service, to obey you unconditionally until the day your wish has been achieved. After that I will have to take my payment, but...I believe this path would still be preferable to you compared to dying a nameless death as trash once I resume your time. So, what say you? Unless this has once again been too complicated for you to understand...shall we make a contract? As for the price for my loyalty...I suggest you do not worry about it. It cannot be taken until you are dead, after all"

Bind himself to my service? That could actually be quite entertaining, Dominic thought to himself, the scowl from before like washed away as a hint of a smile tugged the corners of his lips and amusement sparked in his eyes. He instantly tried to restrain himself again, however, and forced his expression to remain serious. It was hard, though... when Dominic really wasn't capable of taking this whole situation particularly seriously.

Dominic didn't know what it was he truly desired. At the time, all he wanted was to escape this evil circle he had been living for so long. Yet he knew, that in the long run it wouldn't be what he would want. Perhaps what he truly wished for was to be loved and appreciated by someone- no longer to be alone. Yet this he wasn't really aware of himself, and even if he were, it would not be something he'd voice- be it to a fragment of his imagination or an unbelievably skilled conman. Then again, what did he have to lose? If whatever the weirdo wanted of him couldn't be taken until after his death, he would never know about it and probably never miss it. That it was Dominic's soul Belial was hinting at, didn't cross the redheaded youths mind even once.

His expression hardened slightly, a new look of determination burning in his jade eyes. "If you want me to make a contract with you, show yourself. Trusting a hallucination is just as bad as trusting a wacko stranger... but at least I'll know I haven't snapped yet."

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Belial found himself extremely amused by the brat's sudden flare in temper, barely managing to prevent himself from laughing audibly. Wasn't redheads having a fiery temper some sort of human stereotype? Belial hadn't expected it to apply in this case but it was already obvious that the boy wasn't exactly pleasant so perhaps the anger was to be expected, despite the extremely generous offer he was making the boy. Well, generous in Belial's opinion. After all, even if he was intending to consume the boy's soul he was at least planning to do it after giving him a far richer set of experiences than he would have if he were to simply die as he intended.

"Allow me to reassure you that, despite your rudeness, I am neither attempting to trick you nor am I a hallucination...and if you find my words cliched then you have no one to blame but yourself. Humans are such simple creatures, after all...it is to be expected that their imaginations would produce situations so close to the truth when they make these 'bad movies' of yours."

Belial paused as the brat demanded he revealed himself, but had no qualms about doing so. Indeed, he had been intending to show himself before the contract was made, but had been far too entertained by the boy's expressions and actions. Even now the little human seemed to be weighing up his options, possibly trying to decide whether to wish for this or that should Belial's words turn out to be true. It did seem fairly obvious that the boy didn't realise he was dealing with a demon at any rate and Belial saw no reason to correct him. He had been called many things by many people and had little interest in his nature, content to simply live his life as he had always done, feasting on souls in exchange for granting humans their desires.

After a short pause -during which Belial was mentally insulting the red-haired boy in as many ways as he could think of for his insolence- Belial stepped out of the shadows in front of the boy; he was dressed in human attire, as he tended to for these encounters, although perhaps the choice of a black suit would only enhance the boy's opinion that he was some kind of con-artist. His long pink hair was half pinned up behind his head to keep it neat, although most of it still fell in loose waves over his shoulders, and his pale gold eyes gazed appraisingly at the boy, watching his reaction carefully. Like most demons Belial had a fairly attractive appearance by normal standards and liked to believe he didn't look particularly menacing although who knew what this unpleasant boy might take as threatening?

"Satisfied now that you have a face to pair with the voice? Now tell me child, what do you desire? You have merely to speak your wish and I shall be sworn into your service, to stay by your side until your last breath..." Belial murmured as he knelt before Dominic, carefully taking one of the boy's hands in his before gently pressing his lips to it.

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"Allow me to reassure you that, despite your rudeness, I am neither attempting to trick you nor am I a hallucination...and if you find my words cliched then you have no one to blame but yourself. Humans are such simple creatures, after all...it is to be expected that their imaginations would produce situations so close to the truth when they make these 'bad movies' of yours."

Dominic watched Belial uncertainly for quite a while as he considered this, trying to figure out what exactly the demon meant by this. Surly he didn't try to say he was anything other than human? Perhaps he wasn't quite right in the head, either. Well, at least the con-artist or whatever he was did seem pretty wacko from the start, so that could definitely be an explanation. Unless... the voice actually didn't belong to a human. Oh my god, what if I've been kidnapped by aliens or something?! Dominic thought to himself, momentarily overcome by horror. No, this guy definitely isn't an alien... at least, I wouldn't think so. I wouldn't imagine being kidnapped by aliens feels like this... then again, I have never experienced so I don't really know, do I? For some reason, the thought of being kidnapped by aliens was terrifying to Domenic, though he wasn't quite sure why. With a sigh, he told himself that the aliens theory was more or less impossible.

"You can't expect me to mind my manners when I'm seriously being freaked out by tha-" he fell silent mid sentence as the barer of the voice revealed himself. To Dominic's surprise, he was actually quite good looking. Well, the comment in his head was more like this: Damn it, he's hot! Though it doesn't really make him less annoying... Either way, it felt better speaking directly to the face of the mysterious voice, rather than literally being kept in the dark.

"Satisfied now that you have a face to pair with the voice? Now tell me child, what do you desire? You have merely to speak your wish and I shall be sworn into your service, to stay by your side until your last breath..."


"W-what the hell are you doing?!" Dominic snapped out as the handsome man dressed in a black suit stepped closer to him, before kneeling down and taking the redheads hand. The teenager could feel a shiver go down his spine as the demon pressed his lips against Dominic's hand. A bright red blush spread from nose to ear and his breath caught in his throat. It wasn't that he really particularly disliked it or anything... even if it did give him the creeps. He just hadn't anticipated it.

"I-I..." Dominic tried to pull his hand from the demons grip as he scowled at him, "d-don't do that!"

He moved away several inches from the slightly creepy but handsome demon, glaring at him silently for a moment. Then his expression softened. "I wish for the chance to experience true love and happiness," he said determinately, mentally kicking himself for how ridicules it actually sounded, "at least once before I die..." he finished, still blushing furiously, though now in embarrassment of his request.

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Belial continued to maintain a placid smile through whatever imaginings Dominic may have been conjuring up to explain his blatant reference to his inhumanity. He did hope, however, that the boy wouldn't dwell on it for too long. Belial had met his share of abnormal humans; there were those who were extremely fearful upon finding out the true nature of their bargain and earnestly searched for a way out, a loophole, or even simply begged him to let them die in order to release their soul. Those types, though irritating, were at the very least bearable. It was certain others - he shuddered just to think of the memories - who seemed to worship his kind. They were rare compared to normal humans simply on the edge of despair, but there was always at least one every few centuries and they made him sick. In comparison to that sort of prey, a foul-mouthed, unfriendly teenage boy was nothing.

As Belial appeared and Dominic cut his words short the demon suppressed a laugh, deciding the boy was either pleased with his appearance or simply hadn't expected the mysterious speaker to actually indulge him and reveal their identity. Still contemplating this as he straightened up after kissing the youth's hand, Belial decided upon the former option due to his reaction. At least, he assumed that was what the blushing and stammering meant. Perhaps the poor brat was simply incredibly socially inept...

The demon allowed Dominic space as he pulled away from him, waiting silently for him to announce his desire and having the grace not to laugh at him when he did so. It was a perfectly normal request after all, if one considers how sentimental humans are, so Belial simply nodded calmly before bowing low before Dominic.

"I shall consider it my duty to grant your wish with all the power of my being, little master. Now..." Belial stood straight once more, tucking his hair behind his ear in a smooth motion. "Am I allowed to inquire as to your name? And there is also the matter of where you wish the seal of our contract to be placed upon your body..." Stepping towards the boy in a swift movement Belial leaned close to him, studying his face closely. "The neck or behind the ear is a common spot..." He continued, lightly brushing his hand over Dominic's cheek as he spoke, "Although it seems your hair lacks the length necessary to conceal it. Another area it may be easy to conceal -depending on how often you expose yourself and your manner of dress- would be perhaps near your hip bone-" As he spoke he placed his other hand on the boy's waist- "-but if you don't mind it being seen by others then something simple such as below one of your collarbones would also suffice..."

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"I shall consider it my duty to grant your wish with all the power of my being, little master. Now...Am I allowed to inquire as to your name? And there is also the matter of where you wish the seal of our contract to be placed upon your body..."

Dominic relaxed slightly as the demon moved away and straightened up, gazing up at him wearily when he was asked about his name. Well, if he had now already agreed to enter a contract with the slightly creepy, somewhat annoying man, then he might as well tell him his name. The former seemed to be more idiotic than the other, now when he thought about it, so the latter probably wouldn't matter. Or at least, so he hoped. He couldn't help but feel that something here was amiss, even if he couldn't put his fingers on what.

"My name's Dominic Rintarou..." he said wearily, still finding this man to be really strange. How in the world would he be able to grant him this wish? It sounded so silly, he had to keep himself from laughing cynically. Yet he couldn't help but somehow believe him either. Maybe it was something about the air of... mysticisms and power that the man emitted, or maybe it was just the fact that Dominic was at his wits end... he didn't know. He honestly didn't know what made him agree to this at all. "Just-"

"The neck or behind the ear is a common spot..."

Dominic was never able to finish whatever he had been about to say, since Belial moved closer to him again and gently brushed his hand against his cheek. The touch had been tender, barely even touching him... and yet it sent shivers down the teenage boys spine. It wasn't necessarily a bad sort of shiver- though it did freak him out slightly. W-would he please stop invading my personal space?! Damn creep! Dominic thought to himself, his yaw tightening slightly as he glared at Belial.

"Although it seems your hair lacks the length necessary to conceal it. Another area it may be easy to conceal -depending on how often you expose yourself and your manner of dress- would be perhaps near your hip bone-"


Dominic's glare became sharper and he considered pushing the man away, though at second thought he realized he probably had little chance of managing to do so. Even if the pink haired loon looked rather slender, Dominic wasn't really the strong sort of person. Honestly, he looked pretty meek. Indeed it was true that he could defend himself if he absolutely had to- at least most of the time, but he definitely wasn't good in direct combat.

"-but if you don't mind it being seen by others then something simple such as below one of your collarbones would also suffice..."

"W-would you please stop acting like some sort of perverted creep? I d-don't appreciate having my personal space invaded..." the redhead said coldly, starting to sound and look somewhat impatient, "As for the mark, does it really matter where you put it? Just put it wherever!"

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Belial waited calmly for his new master to reply, briefly wondering if the boy was fully aware of the extremity of the situation. Did he really believe he had simply entered a normal contract with a regular, if somewhat shady human? Obviously he didn't realise the price was to be his soul, but after hearing that whatever Belial wanted from him could not be taken until after he was dead the boy seemed to lose all interest in the demon's payment. Perhaps the boy simply hadn't thought to ask or perhaps he truly didn't care, Belial just hoped he wouldn't get too much of a shock if he learned the truth at a later date.

"Dominic Rintarou…and do I have permission to call you by your name, little master? Or would you prefer some sort of title? Ah, whilst we are on the subject of names, I will respond to anything you choose to designate me with…" Belial paused, sincerely hoping the brat would have the decency to give him an actual name. He had, in the past, dealt with snobbish contractors who felt it necessary to address him in some derogatory manner and treat him more like a slave or a pet hound than an extremely powerful being gracious enough to grant them their desires.

After the boy's reaction and sudden anger to being touched Belial obediently stepped away from him, tilting his head innocently. He hadn't expected his new master to be so displeased…and he certainly didn't appreciate the insults he was receiving for it. Humans were such odd creatures…still, if happiness was one of his desires then it wouldn't do to make his new master angry. "My sincerest apologies, little master…I was merely attempting to assess the situation. I will, as you phrased it, 'put it wherever' but I hope you understand I will have to touch you again to do so…" As Belial spoke he stepped towards Dominic again, gently pulling the collar of the youth's shirt down slightly to expose his left collarbone. The demon then sank his nails into the skin beneath it, pressing hard enough that blood was drawn although instead of simply dripping down the youth's torso the drops slowly began to form the demon's seal, burning the mark into Doninic's skin.

As soon as the seal had been formed the darkness melted away, revealing the alley around Dominic looking exactly the same as it had done before although his wounds were now gone and Belial was standing in front of him, now dressed in casual clothing and smiling calmly at the teenage boy in front of him.

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"Dominic Rintarou…and do I have permission to call you by your name, little master? Or would you prefer some sort of title? Ah, whilst we are on the subject of names, I will respond to anything you choose to designate me with…"

Dominic gazed at the shady demon wearily for a moment before sighing. "Dominic is fine, just stop calling me 'little master'. It's annoying as hell." The redhead was aware that he was average of length for a boy his age, yet often felt smaller than the people around him. Perhaps he had some sort of inferiority complex, though if that was the case he certainly wasn't aware of it. All he knew was that he disliked being called short or small. Hadn't he been so tired at that point, his reaction would probably have been stronger.

As for naming the pink haired punk, Dominic had no idea what to say. He was too tired to simply think up a name, and though someone like 'servant' or 'moron' would do, he didn't really thought it to be fair to call anyone as such. Therefor, he needed time to think and decided to simply... avoid answering the demons request.

"My sincerest apologies, little master…I was merely attempting to assess the situation. I will, as you phrased it, 'put it wherever' but I hope you understand I will have to touch you again to do so…"

And now this with little master again! Dominic thought, clearly annoyed, as he watched the demons actions. When Belial told him he would need to touch Dominic again, the redhead remained silent, simply waiting for him to do so. Belial stepped closer to Dominic, but the redhead made no attempt of moving out of his way. Instead he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, though soon opened one of them to peer at Belial. He was curious about how this 'seal' was going to be placed. Would he just take out a marker of his pocket and draw it on him or something? Either way it sounded incredibly silly.

The redheaded teenager's eyes widened as he felt pain radiating from where the demon dug his sharp nails into his skin. He bit his lip to prevent a small gasp of pain and surprise from escaping him, far from aware what was to come. First, Dominic felt nothing. As the seal had formed on his skin and started burning itself into it, a pain dwarfing anything he had ever felt before surged through him. It didn't just feel like his skin was being scorched. In lack of better words to explain, it felt like part of his soul was being forcefully torn from the res. The pain was intense enough to bring him to tears, though he managed to hold back a scream. Once the mark was in place, the pain ebbed away and Dominic felt dizzy.

Had this truly been a good idea? This he wondered as the darkness melted away and he was once again in the alley, this time accompanied by the demon. At the end of the dark cramped alley a few trees were visible, their yellow leaves swaying in the wind before slowly, one after the other, being plucked from their twig, only to later scatter onto the ground.

"Akimitsu... that's what I'm naming you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Then Dominic set his jade green eyes on the Demon, smiling weakly. "And now I want to go home..." he yawned and rubbed his eye, "I'm exhausted..."

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Belial nodded, committing the boy's name to memory and neglecting to point out that 'little' -rather than a mockery of the boy's stature- was simply a comment on how young he appeared to be. The demon had no qualms about contracting with children but always found it slightly curious when he did, wondering just what they may have gone through in order to feel such a sense of desperation they would sell their souls. Well, not that they always realised that was what they were doing. Dominic seemed to be a good example of that.

He waited a moment but when no answering name was forthcoming he merely proceeded, assuming the boy was perhaps taking his time and not simply choosing the first insult he could think of. This was a slight relief, as it suggested that despite the boy's foul mouth and temper he did possess a brain and slightly more depth to him than it would appear. Belial supposed his wish was also reminiscent of that, since he could have chosen something simple and typical; money, power, women, something along those lines. Although...given Dominic's reactions to Belial's appearance and to being touched by him, it didn't seem entirely impossible that his interests lay with something other than females.

Throughout the boy's anguish as the seal was placed the demon remained calm, watching silently. There was little sense in trying to comfort something he had inflicted on his new master, and it would be over soon enough. Every contractee who had associated with him or any other demon had gone through a similar pain and survived, and it was a necessary formal symbol of the contract. Indeed, Belial had become so used to the scorching sensation that accompanied the sensation of a corresponding mark on his own skin that his face showed little change whilst the boy writhed.

As the pain ebbed and the alley came once more into view Belial gazed down at the fairly vulnerable-looking boy in the alleyway, nodding once to show his acceptance of the name. Akimitsu...he had certainly been called worse, and as names go he supposed it was fairly appealing. "As you wish, Dominic..." He smiled, crouching down and carefully lifting the teenage boy in his arms -simply assuming that was what he had meant when he expressed his exhaustion and desire to return home. "Although I am afraid I may need directions to your place of dwelling..."

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"Setsuna... I have a plan for you. I'll tell you what it is after I get out of this dimension. It's time I got back my life wasted on a pathetic illness..."

The white haired demoness, slightly puzzled by the girls sudden change of attitude, gave a simple nod of her head before letting the darkness around them melt away. She didn't let her emotions show, Setsuna never did... yet she couldn't help but feel that this human would be more interesting than many humans in the past had been. She didn't mind the cold tone her mistress was giving her, she had experienced far worse in the past. As it seemed, this mistress would at the very least not be abusive.

Once they were back in the hospital room, Setsuna with her white kimono looking slightly out of place, the demoness turned to Akane. "As you asked we have now returned to your room," she said, her voice remaining devoid of emotion, "what is your first order, oujo-sama?" she asked, tilting her head to the side as she awaited her mistresses answer.

The sun had now risen rather high onto the sky and was lighting the otherwise colorless hospital room in a beautiful manner. The world outside consisted of buildings in a style Setsuna had never witnessed before and it was clear that the demoness had rested for a long time. How much had changed? She couldn't help but wonder. This world was fascinating and frightening all at once, never ceasing to change and yet always somehow staying the same.

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(This brief time skip was an agreement between Berry and I. However, it doesn't directly affect anyone else. :3)

Dominic's groaned softly in his sleep and turned on his side. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open and he yawned, everything which had transpired a few hours ago momentarily forgotten. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, first then realizing that he was still fully dressed. Frowning, he glanced around the room of the tiny apartment wearily. Nothing much had changed- the floor was still as messy as always, the walls were as... disgusting as they had been the day he moved in. He hated this apartment, he really did... but at the time it was the only thing he could effort and as it seemed right then, he'd not be able to pay the bills for the next month. In other words, Dominic would end up on the streets.

Clenching his fists in annoyance, Dominic glanced down at his makeshift bed, consisting of an old sofa where the metal spirals were poking out here and there. He had tried repairing it several times, but it was pretty pointless, as it always found a way to break moments later anyway. As he tried to make sense of how he had ended up home, considering he had no memory of walking there himself... the realization of what had happened before slowly dawned on him. Yeah, right... I made a contract with that shady old coot... now at second thought, it probably wasn't such a great idea... where is he anyway? the redheaded teenager thought to himself, narrowing his eyes. My memory is pretty blurry b-but...but...I'm pretty sure that guy picked me up. Did he carry me here?! for a moment, Dominic looked horrified at the thought, his cheeks burning. He must have... how else to explain how I ended up here? Or was everything just a dream and I sleepwalked? N-no... I don't think so...

Dominic took a deep breath, his cheeks still a rosy shade of red. "AKIMITSU!" he called before another thought hit him. There was one more way in which he could prove that his memory wasn't just playing a trick on him and what the thought had transpired actually happened. Quickly, he pushed away his sad excuse to a blanket and got up, hurriedly heading over to the small mirror hanging on the wall. His shirt was covering the spot where he believed the...mark or whatever it was would be, so without giving it much thought he quickly removed it and tossed it onto the floor.

It was there. It definitely was. So Dominic hadn't just imagined the burning pain. Wearily, he traced his fingers along the seal scorched into his skin. "It wasn't just a dream..." he murmured to himself, having a sinking feeling in his stomach. Just what a kins of contract exactly had he signed?

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Akimitsu quietly shut the door to Dominic's rather small apartment behind him as he entered, carrying a box of various cleaning supplies in his arms. He had obtained them through...slightly questionable means, but there was no doubt that they were needed and given the current state of the boy's home it was unlikely he already possessed any. It had been quite a shock for the demon when he had carried Dominic inside and discovered the horrific mess within, but his priority then had been his master's health so he had simply put Dominic to bed and cleared a small space on the floor to sit next to him, waiting for him to awake. After a while, when it had seemed he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon and the mess was beginning to become too much to bear, Akimitsu had snuck out in search of something to clean with. Judging by the sudden shout just a moment after he entered the apartment it seemed his master had finally awoken.

Dropping the box in his haste Akimitsu sprang into action, fearing some sort of attacker may have entered the apartment whilst he was away. Fearing for his master's safety, the demon found himself both slightly irritated and amused by the site of Dominic standing shirtless in front of his mirror. "...yes, little ma- Dominic?" He corrected himself, cocking one eyebrow and just barely suppressing a smirk. "Is there something you required my immediate attention for...? Forgive me for leaving your side without asking your permission but it seemed no orders were forthcoming and as..." He paused, searching for the right word, "Cosy as your home may be, you can't deny that it would not suffer from an attempt to clean it..."

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Dominic jumped slightly in surprise as the door creaked behind him and someone stepped inside. It definitely, definitely, definitely wasn't a dream, he thought to himself as he quickly snatched up his shirt again and pulled it over his head. He considered yelling at the pink haired man for a moment, though then decided against it... realizing that this mess was his own fault entirely. He could have called Akimitsu after inspecting the mark, after all. Dominic was indeed a hotheaded and disagreeable child, but even he had moments when of self insight.

"...yes, little ma- Dominic? Is there something you required my immediate attention for...? Forgive me for leaving your side without asking your permission but it seemed no orders were forthcoming and as... Cosy as your home may be, you can't deny that it would not suffer from an attempt to clean it..."


The redhead shot him a weary look, arching an eyebrow. "Why the hell would you bother cleaning this mess anyway? It'll just get messy again. There's no logic in it whatsoever... " he trailed off in the middle of his somewhat bitter remark, something on the floor catching his attention. Frowning, he crouched down and picked up a newspaper from a few days back. Remaining half sitting as he was, Dominic let his gaze wander across the page until he had located what he had first seen again.

"Hey, Akimitsu... do you think I could apply for this job?" asked the teenager, turning around the paper and extending it towards Akimitsu so the demon could see. It was an ad about a job at... a maid café. Dominic imagined it would be simple enough for him to manage such a job, although he refused dressing up as a maid. Perhaps there would be a chance for him to dress up as a butler instead. Either way this job was better than his current one, and if he ever hoped to make his situation better and his life worth living... perhaps that was a good place to start as any. No matter how you looked at it, a waiter at a maid café was more decent than what he spent most of his nights doing right then.

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Akimitsu found himself pleasantly surprised upon finding himself not being yelled at and called a foul pervert for walking in on Dominic whilst he was, presumably, checking to see if the mark was really there. It was the sort of reaction he seemed to expect from the boy despite having known him such a short time, and despite that sort of sensitivity regarding one's body that might normally be expected from a young girl. Still, it had been a long time since the demon had walked amongst humans of this age. Perhaps this was simply normal for them now.

At Dominic's statement that the room would only get messy again, Akimitsu sighed wearily. "Not if you endeavour to keep it clean instead of simply allowing it to once again reach this level of untidiness. I hope you don't make a habit out of this in all aspects of your domestic life, do you cook properly for yourself? And it's important you..." The demon frowned as he realised the boy didn't even appear to be listening to him anymore, folding his arms and watching the teenager examine the newspaper. Well...at least he reads newspapers...

Tilting his head the demon leaned slightly closer, taking the newspaper from Dominic to examine it more closely. "I would imagine so, yes...provided you possess the ability to remember an order for longer than thirty seconds, can carry trays without dropping them, and can address your customers in an endearing manner. That is the goal of this sort of establishment, is it not? Ah...shall I apply as well, master? Since I should remain by your side as much as possible, and to constantly attend as a customer may create unwanted expenses and possible hassle for you..." Akimitsu believed that would be a good outcome for the situation, provided they both got hired. At this point he wasn't entirely certain whether he would have to dress as a woman for this sort of work, but if that was the case he could always simply apply for a job as a chef, or a simple kitchen assistant.

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"Not if you endeavour to keep it clean instead of simply allowing it to once again reach this level of untidiness. I hope you don't make a habit out of this in all aspects of your domestic life, do you cook properly for yourself? And it's important you..."

Dominic waved his hand dismissively at the demons attempt on advise before saying lazily, "it's far too much a job to keep everything in order, though, and I seriously usually am too tired to even attempt it anyway. If you wanna try and keep this rats nest clean, I certainly don't mind. You're gonna wanna give up pretty quickly, though," the redheaded youth gave Akimitsu a challenging smile, edging towards a smirk. "Once I have saved up enough money," which he was far from doing, "I'll move away from here... if I haven't already been kicked out by then, that is."

Whatever Akimitsu might have said after that, Dominic didn't hear. He had already gotten distracted by then. It was true that Dominic's attention span was painfully short, especially when regarding things he didn't give a damn about. Cleaning was definitely one of those things.

"I would imagine so, yes...provided you possess the ability to remember an order for longer than thirty seconds, can carry trays without dropping them, and can address your customers in an endearing manner. That is the goal of this sort of establishment, is it not? Ah...shall I apply as well, master? Since I should remain by your side as much as possible, and to constantly attend as a customer may create unwanted expenses and possible hassle for you..."

Dominic looked thoughtful at Akimitsu's remark, sighing as he let himself fall back slightly, so that he was sitting completely on the floor. "I suppose I could manage the first thing, If I take it really seriously... the second one might be hard, though," he frowned as he rubbed his chin in thought. Then he grinned up at the demon. "Do you think I would be capable of addressing people in an endearing manner?" he tilted his head to the side, training his eyes on the other man. Certainly he had been able to charm customers before, so the ability of acting was something he possessed... but more often than not he didn't have to use it. Most customers were drunk bastards who did whatever they liked anyway.

Besides, he didn't think that sort of charm was suitable for a 'butler' working at a café, despite being otaku themed.

Sighing, he turned his attention back to the newspaper. "Maybe I should look for something else... as for what you do, that's up to you. Feel free to stalk me, I'm not gonna stop you... but I don't really care if you do anything else, either. What's with that master jizz anyway? People'll give us weird looks if you continue calling me that..." he looked at Akimitsu pointedly.

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Akimitsu tilted his head, gazing thoughtfully at Dominic. Was the brat seriously refusing the notion of helping without giving it any thought at all? Perhaps the demon shouldn't be surprised, it was obvious he hadn't made any attempt to keep the place clean before this point but that didn't mean he couldn't start now...it would no doubt be difficult for such a troublesome boy to find happiness living in such a hovel.

Akimitsu simply nodded as Dominic expressed his desire to move away, neglecting to point out that he could most likely arrange other dwellings for the brat immediately if he so wished. It would surely be more satisfying, he reasoned, to have a goal and achieve it through hard work, rather than through questionable magic and such things.

"No doubt it would be possible for you to write orders down, but the second matter poses more of a problem...so you're a klutz as well as rude?" He sighed, adding the last part under his breath. "I think that if you tried your hardest, then yes. Although I believe that within these establishments there are several different types of 'character' that are popular...why not merely choose one that's as loud and unfriendly as you are? It could be popular, especially if you punctuate it with occasional bouts of warmth and kindness..." He said thoughtfully, tilting his head.

"Of course, if you would prefer to look elsewhere for work then I shall assist you however I can...but perhaps at least applying for a job at this cafe would be a good start. It managed to catch your eye, after all...do you have an interest in that sort of thing? As for myself I am bound to do whatever I may to stay by your side until you achieve your desire...so if you choose to work there, I too shall apply. And if you wish for me to refrain from calling you master I shall attempt to do so..." He said innocently, tilting his head.