Akashic Arcana Hollow's Den

Shirosaki tilted his head as he strolled into the parlor behind the lovely dark haired female. He was starting to like the dark strands that trailed behind her and reached out towards him without much effort. His gold on black eyes trailed over her backside in a lazy fashion that might have been considered checking a woman out but he meant little by it. He was sure the female was used to getting such looks.

The atmosphere of the room caused him to relax a bit as he noticed people wondering about and several observing others getting vastly more complicated tattoos than his own. It still itched as it healed. He had heard of this place but avoided it because of his being from another gang. It was best usually not to mix pleasure and pain in his eyes. As she welcomed him and lead him through the back into a dark passage way. His calm nature evaporated, "Keep around? Lady you don't know me well enough yet to want me to stay," He informed her softly as he took up residence on the opposite side of the hall way, "I killed only one to get to where I am now. I don't like the blood on my hands. It gets messy and eats at the heart or whats left of it."
 
A small laugh left her lips, "I didn't mean keep you around me or my people," she walked into the darkness. Only parts of her silhouette remained visible by the bouncing of the light from the previous room, "I meant keep you around as in not exterminate you as soon as you crossed my path."

The silence was not allowed to form as the buzzing of the needles echoed down the dark hall, only a small ding bounced immediately from the walls of the hall. The doors of the elevator opening before Midori, making the bright fluorescent light inside form a halo around her dark form.

"It matters very little in the end does it not?" she purred, "Once something is stained, it cannot get even more stained. Once a killer, always a killer whether your heart holds its morals up or not."

She walked into the Elevator and almost like an unspoken invitation she awaited for the ivory fellow to come with her into the entrails of her domain. Of her very own den.
 
Stained. Yeah, he was stained and bleached like the bones of a long forgotten monster. Even in this dark hallway he seemed to glow with his eerie completion. His gold on black eyes seemed to hover within his face as he followed her, "I suppose in a way it doesn't matter but if you soak a towel in paint eventually the towel drips its color on everything below it."

There was only so much the mind could handle before it snapped and went mad. Just like the mind the heart could only continue to beat for life for so long after it killed. He felt that way at least. Color was one of those things that Shirosaki didn't have a lot of. His hair didn't take dyes like his sister's did. Whatever lived within him kept that a fact. At the elevator he paused as he watched her board it before sighing and following as well.

How odd it was that he was following without much effort on the part of the woman before to get him to do so. The white devil was reduced to the chained king so easily by those he subconsciously wanted to believe in or keep safe in some way. Perhaps it was her acceptance of who he was...
 
"Color cannot stain itself, if the towel drips on to a surface of the same color," she looked at him before the elevator let out a small ding indicating it had reached their destination, allowing for her to finish her sentence as the doors began to open, "it matters very little then."

She walked out to the sound of echoing cheering and the familiar sound of a battle taking place on the far end of the hall, fluorescent lights flickering above them as she led Shiro down what felt more like a corridor with a couple doors on the side and a large opening at the end of it. The air felt thick with the iron-smell of blood and of wet dirt, the eerie atmosphere never ceased to send chills up her own spine.

"You're about to see my pride and joy," she said to her companion without looking at him, "really the only reason I operate the way I do."
 
Even Shirosaki couldn't argue with that line of thinking. But then again this wasn't the time to discuss philosophies was it? The sounds that reached his ears made him lick the back of his teeth in anticipation to what would greet him up ahead. There wasn't any mistaking the energy that thrummed through his very being as the sounds of battle caressed his ears. It made him grin widely as he stared out at the crowd and the pair fighting.

"This is one hell of a reason to do what you do," He smirked sideways at here, "What's the point in showing me though? Are you wanting me to fight for your amusement?"
 
"For my amusement?" she let out a small laugh as she led him up the stairs and onto the balcony that would allow for them to look down at the arena, "Even if I could watch every fight that takes place in my ring, I wouldn't."

The fighters beneath continued their fight as the spectators that decorated the balcony, cheering men and women as the two men swung at each other with ease. The dark figure that was Midori seemed to blend with the shadows along the wall, her voice remained soft as she addressed his original question, "I show you this because someone that wishes to fight, should be able to do so. Even if it has no purpose other than.... to simply do it."
 
That smirk of his became demonic in appearance as he stared at her. His head was tilted towards her making his white bangs fall in front of those eerie black on gold eyes. The very air around his person seemed to shiver with his pleasure at being inside such a place, "I'll take you up on that, Midori. What else though? What do these men get besides the thrill of spilling each other's blood?"

He didn't care if a person might feel threatened by his appearance or attitude. Shirosaki knew well that this was a place to test his metal against others who might resent him for his victory over them and come back once they thought they were stronger. He relaxed and leaned on the railing like a large beast contemplating who his prey would be.
 
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