The day Shark had discovered Dervish was a normal one to say the least. Well, at least in terms of what 'normal' was to a member of the Disciples. Two Demons attempting to break through a portal into a downtown train station. To Shark it meant only two things. One; he was actually going to have to get out of bed, something that didn't seem to exciting at the time, and Two; well, he'd actually have to do some work.
Running his fingers through his short choppy brunette hair, the large male kicked the sheets off himself and dressed in a pair of thick and baggy army styled pants, along with a plain white shirt, hugging tight to his well built chest, barely leaving any room for him to breathe. Scratching at his chin, feeling the bristles he'd been far too lazy to rid himself of.
Heading to the train station, he stepped down the stairs and into the dimly lit station. Glad that there was no one lingering, the last train having left almost an hour and a half ago, Shark slightly regretted not throwing a jacket on as he slowly began to feel the cold. Peering around, his eyes spotting a lanky, and outlandish looking male nearby, sensing the energy in him, he narrowed his eyes.
"Found him," He chuckled, glad that the problem would be over within moments time, he jogged over, clasping his hand tightly over the punk-ish male's mouth and using his other hand to grasp the unbelievably lithe wrists in his grasp, feeling the male squirm around in his hold, the tips of his spiky dyed purple hair tickling at Shark's chin.
Slamming the male up against the wall, Shark removed his hand from the younger male's mouth, allowing him to breathe finally. "What's your problem!?" The male cried out in disbelief, his nose wrinkling in an annoyed manner, the silver ring through it's left side catching the light from the flickering lamp over head. "Actually, I don't care what it is- But kindly, remove your fucking hands!" The male cried out in frustration.
"You're pretty good at running your mouth," Shark scoffed, his hand tightening it's grasp around the younger male's wrists, pinning them above his head. "What was your plan-Lead some Demon's through a portal and get people hurt? Why-Cause your life isn't worth living?" Shark spoke in a sarcastic tone, "You lot are all the same," He snorted, the other rising a pair of pale blue eyes to meet Shark's gaze.
"What the hell are you talking about? Y'know-I should've figured you were a Looney, attacking me like that-But seriously? Hasn't anyone ever told you Demons are make believe?"
Shark blinked, falling silent for a moment. No way. He had to be right. The energy seeping from the kid was almost too much for him not to be involved in such things. Raising a questioning brow, he loosened his grasp slightly. Not a good idea. In retaliation toward Shark's actions, the purple-haired punk swung his fist at the larger man, wincing as his hand was caught in one of Shark's larger ones, a bemused expression on the army attired male.
"You've got some guts," Shark scoffed, pushing the fist aside and watching as the male rubbed his wrists, muttering under his breath in complaint. "You got a name?" Shark shot after a moment of silence, the lithe male staring at him as if he were stupid. "You think I would tell you that after you attacked me?" He shot, Shark snorting slightly, "It was a mistake. I thought you were someone else," He defended, raising his hands as if in a protecting manner.
"Shark?" The punk questioned, spotting the plainly tattoo'd writing across each of Shark's knuckles. "My name," Shark responded with simple ease, lowering his hands and crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes lingering on the other, waiting expectantly for a name to be given. The boy was lanky, thin-Almost in an underfed manner which his pale flesh displayed almost readily beneath his unbuttoned leather jacket, a pair of tight jeans hugging to his small lower body.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, the male inclined his head, looking thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "Dervish," He said finally, bringing one hand out infront of him, Shark inspecting the hand before snorting, "Go home, Dervish-A kid your age shouldn't be out here alone," He chuckled, Dervish lowering his hand with a glower towards the taller male.
"For your information I'm seventeen," Dervish shot, Shark feigning an apologetic expression, "Ooh, my mistake-Big tough guy like you doesn't need a babysitting," Shark grinned, Dervish narrowing his eyes and throwing his fist at the other, this time his fist connected with Shark's chin, though Shark didn't seem that effected, and grasped the wrist before Dervish could pull it back, twisting it roughly and jerking Dervish back, pinning it to the male's back and slamming him against the wall, Dervish wincing as his chest came in contact with the cold concrete wall.
"Get off me!" Dervish cried out, struggling uselessly beneath Shark's grasp, the male laughing despite himself, "What happened to the big tough seventeen year old?" Shark laughed a little, pushing his body against Dervish's own, "You're not afraid are you-You're old enough to take care of yourself, right? You must want me if you're not pushing me off-Seeing as your so big and tough you could push me off without effort, huh?" Shark snorted, leaning down so his lips brushed against the shell of Dervish's ear, feeling the male tense beneath him.
"S-Shut up!" Dervish snapped, twisting roughly and turning in the tight grasp Shark held on him and coming face-to-face with the larger male, his eyes set in a dark glare. "Get off…" He scowled, Shark smirking lightly, "What? Are you saying you can't push me off yourself? Wouldn't that mean you can't take care of yourself, hm?" He snorted, placing one of his hands at Dervish's side, brushing his fingers over the bare skin and causing goosebumps to rise on his flesh in an instant, his breathing hitching quietly, but enough for Shark to notice.
Laughing a little, Shark released him finally, stepping back and winking, saluting the male with a smirk, "I'll catch you around some time, Dervish," He chuckled, "Take care, tough-guy," He added with a smirk, laughing as he spotted Dervish flipping him the finger before he left the train station and the purple-haired male behind, returning to his room and bedroom, flopping down amongst his bed and jerking the covers over his head, eager for some extra shut-eye before something else woke him up.