[Team 1] Perspective
So this is Rin, I'm switching over to a new journal and I'll fix up tags and whatever else later, but yeah. 8D Me!
And this is a sort of... uh... well the idea of Fujigaya has been playing around in my head for months and a premise appeared today and so here is! Fujigaya the zombie bounty hunter. Oh right, and there are implications of some questionable sex or something, idk
Aspects of Fujigaya's life that would be considered positive by most anybody were few in number.
For one thing, he was dead.
(Not that he'd ever let that stop him.)
There were other things - he was constantly in surgery, his job had no vacation days, sometimes food had a bad way of not staying in his stomach - but Fujigaya didn't mind. He enjoyed his life immensely.
Takizawa was a good employer. While he didn't let Fujigaya play around on his own time, the man always knew how to give Fujigaya exactly what he wanted.
There was blood splatters everywhere. Fujigaya didn't really have much blood left, so it wasn't his.
"What are you?" screamed the man he'd been hunting for the past five days. The man was weaponless now, if only because Fujigaya now had the long knife he'd been carrying embedded in his chest.
"Most say impossible," said Fujigaya with a smile as he pulled out the knife. It had hit his heart, which was annoying but nothing much beyond that when your heart didn't actually beat.
The man began to scream, scrambling for a way to escape the basement, right as Fujigaya's phone rang. There were only fourteen people programmed into Fujigaya's phone and he'd taken it upon himself to give them all specialized ringtones. This one was Kawai's.
"I'm working," he said as he flipped open his phone, backing away from the man's frenzied attempts to escape so he could hear.
"Yeah, you're taking too long," said Kawai, amused but also impatient.
"Aww, did you miss me," said Fujigaya.
"No, your ass sucks right now. Literally," Kawai snorted, but then he added a "But I'm flexible."
"Give me ten minutes and come pick me up, I'm on Hart Street," said Fujigaya, smiling as he reached into his pocket for one of his self-packaged bombs. He would have enjoyed drawing this out, but if the harlequin was back in town, it'd be good to take advantage of that for the few hours he had.
"Please," the man begged as he hung up the phone. "Please, I'll do anything."
"You will," cooed Fujigaya as he threw the bomb. "Oh, you will."
The explosion was nice and contained and only one of the barbs actually sank into Fujigaya's flesh, right into his thigh.
Oh well, Kawai would enjoy taking it out with his teeth. He might even help Fujigaya stitch himself back up again, if they had enough time afterwards.
Your turn, Rosieeeeee
And this is a sort of... uh... well the idea of Fujigaya has been playing around in my head for months and a premise appeared today and so here is! Fujigaya the zombie bounty hunter. Oh right, and there are implications of some questionable sex or something, idk
Aspects of Fujigaya's life that would be considered positive by most anybody were few in number.
For one thing, he was dead.
(Not that he'd ever let that stop him.)
There were other things - he was constantly in surgery, his job had no vacation days, sometimes food had a bad way of not staying in his stomach - but Fujigaya didn't mind. He enjoyed his life immensely.
Takizawa was a good employer. While he didn't let Fujigaya play around on his own time, the man always knew how to give Fujigaya exactly what he wanted.
There was blood splatters everywhere. Fujigaya didn't really have much blood left, so it wasn't his.
"What are you?" screamed the man he'd been hunting for the past five days. The man was weaponless now, if only because Fujigaya now had the long knife he'd been carrying embedded in his chest.
"Most say impossible," said Fujigaya with a smile as he pulled out the knife. It had hit his heart, which was annoying but nothing much beyond that when your heart didn't actually beat.
The man began to scream, scrambling for a way to escape the basement, right as Fujigaya's phone rang. There were only fourteen people programmed into Fujigaya's phone and he'd taken it upon himself to give them all specialized ringtones. This one was Kawai's.
"I'm working," he said as he flipped open his phone, backing away from the man's frenzied attempts to escape so he could hear.
"Yeah, you're taking too long," said Kawai, amused but also impatient.
"Aww, did you miss me," said Fujigaya.
"No, your ass sucks right now. Literally," Kawai snorted, but then he added a "But I'm flexible."
"Give me ten minutes and come pick me up, I'm on Hart Street," said Fujigaya, smiling as he reached into his pocket for one of his self-packaged bombs. He would have enjoyed drawing this out, but if the harlequin was back in town, it'd be good to take advantage of that for the few hours he had.
"Please," the man begged as he hung up the phone. "Please, I'll do anything."
"You will," cooed Fujigaya as he threw the bomb. "Oh, you will."
The explosion was nice and contained and only one of the barbs actually sank into Fujigaya's flesh, right into his thigh.
Oh well, Kawai would enjoy taking it out with his teeth. He might even help Fujigaya stitch himself back up again, if they had enough time afterwards.
Your turn, Rosieeeeee