Hi guys! I just wanted to say how much i appreciated all the support for my first EriSol fanfic. I never expected to get 15 favorites! So i decided on doing things a little different. Instead of a fluff i tried my hand at KurCro blackrom. I kind of forgot about it for a few months, lol but i decided i should see how it fared. Half credit to Kurloz Voltaire Makara. Hope you guys enjoy it :D

It was mid-afternoon in the afterlife. A familiar painted character wandered around aimlessly, his pupiless eyes scanning the area for any sort of interaction, while simultaneously enjoying the beauty of the area around him. True there wasn't much to life you haven't seen when you've been dead for a millennium, but when you're a transcendentalist like him, there aren't many options but to see the beauty of in the simplistic miracles of life. He leaned against a wall relaxing, taking a break from his devoted religious duties and chucklevoodoos for the mirthless messiahs to catch his breath, the crisp air flowing through his nostrils filling his lungs as he closed his eyes in relief. This relief was short lived however. Catching sight of a familiar yet bitter and unwanted presence, his relaxed face curled into a look of disgust as he watched his sworn arch-rival traverse by without so much as a glance. As the sea dweller was walking by, Kurloz slipped off from the wall he was leaning on, and walked after him. It's been a while since he saw the troll, maybe its time to reinforce the "Don't touch my moirail" act that soon became a tradition. Clapping to get the troll's attention, the mute soon quietly waited for him to turn around and address him with the respect he knew he deserved and only hoped that Cronus was smart enough to realize he deserved. Cronus on the other hand, was walking along minding his own business, sulking after another apparent rejection. He honestly felt the day couldn't get any worse, his poor shattered soul shattered more under the brunt hammer of dejection. Suddenly he saw a shadow pass behind him and his senses, those that weren't completely obliterated with the constant jabs to the face, were immediately on guard. What the hell? He hadn't even heard any footsteps. A shiver ran down his spine, as he could picture only one person with the finesse and stealth to get the jump on him.

Frowning that the troll didn't turn around, he reached out to grab his shoulder, his long nails digging violently into the others soft flesh. Turning the sea dweller around for himself, Kurloz greeted him with a bitter vicious smile, and he let him go dusting his hands off before beginning to sign at him. "[HELLO MY FISHIE MOTHERFUCKER.]" Cronus groaned silently. Of fucking course. Obviously if bad luck were good luck, he hit the jackpot at the casino. He forced a smile , inwardly scared shitless. Really, his clown facade was enough to put off any person, and in Cronus's case , he was a switch that was turned off, ripped out of the box and shoved in the garbage normal person would be concerned about the type of things this sneaky bastard was signing giving his silent temperamental tendencies, but luckily Cronus had taken a few kind and gracious lessons from Meulin. As a matter of fact he had recently come from her lawn-ring after a lesson and a pathetic attempt at courtship in which she deemed was bad enough to scratch him with her titanium claws, a fact Cronus prayed she would not care to mention, to Kurloz especially. "vwoah Kurl, chief you can't be sneaking up on a cat like that. Really puts people off and not a great vway to gain the affections of your peers man. So vwhat do you vwant anyvway. Im really not in a mood for mime games."

Keeping his back and shoulders straight to look more intimidating, Kurloz mindlessly cracked his knuckles. Messing with Cronus was possibly one of his favorite things. Of course if you asked, he'd claim its only for Mituna's sake. In reality, he just loved watching sea dwellers squirm. Something about them rubbed him the wrong way. Motherfuckers shouldn't be able to swim like that. His face pulled into an amused smile, his stitches stretching. It was cute that the other thought he cared about the opinions of others, especially if he was putting Cronus of all trolls the "off." "[MIME GAMES? FISH BROTHER, I DONT PLAY GAMES. IM ALL SORTS OF MOTHER FUCKING SINCERE.]" The greaser backed up slightly. "Vwhat the evwerlivwing hell is your problem man? I don't havwe any beef vwith you. A guy can't evwen vwalk around the afterlife vwithout someone busting his bulge ovwer something. If its about the basketcase you can look somevwhere else. Because I assure you I havwen't seen hide or hair of that broken lisping kid anyvwhere. And evwen if i did, I havwe better things to do than sit around and shoot the nonexistanr breeze vwith someone like him. Im a busy guy." Suddenly the realization of who he just mouthed off too struck him in the face like a shitton of bricks and the confidence and ferocity faded, leaving a nervous (yet skillfully hidden) seadweller that wanted nothing more than to get out of there or at least have a witness to the uncalled for mental abuse.

The wicked grin on Makara's face was unmistakable. Hearing those words slip from the sea dweller's mouth was enough reason to justify beating him to a pulp for his own amusement. His shoulders shook with silent laughter as he started to sign that insulting Mituna was as worse as insulting his lovely Meulin - someone might he add, that Cronus better not be upsetting. Cronus scrutinized the males fingers and rolled his eyes. He desperately wanted to show Kurloz how much of a shit he really gave. In fact he cared so much, he could hardly contain the raging hardon his middle finger was getting. But he knew at this distance , Kurloz could easily snatch him up and ruin his face. Cronus couldn't have that. His face was his bread and butter. You don't go screwing around with the bread and butter. He rolled up his short sleeve and cracked his knuckles, only to begin an array of signing. Cronus was definately not as experienced but he had enough knowledge to spell out "bulge-sucking mimefucker" as well as the craving. But he didn't. Not for the juggalos ridiculous attempt at intimidation, though he had to admit it worked to an extent. He just didn't think meulin would appreciate someone insulting her little cat-daddy. Instead he simply signed back that he states facts as they are and as for meulin he just came from her lawnring, and she seemed in a damned good mood. He even daringly threw in that they in fact had "buckets of fun." And that he wasn't that much of a dick to insult a total sweetheart, who was the complete opposite of the aggressive excuse for a cultist in front of him. "I havwen't done jack daniels to you chief , and i'm really not in the mood to play cat and mouse vwith you."

New to the knowledge that the other was capable of signing back, though that was sort of stupid. If he could follow along with what he was signing, he should be able to sign back. However, being insulted in his own language and having his ex girlfriend whom he was still close to brought into the picture with the purposely used phrase of buckets, his face coiled into a disapproving sneer. He kept calm though, didn't reach out and throttle him. That would be expected of him. No, he'd hurt Cronus in a way that best suited him. In the pride. After a minute the clown's face relaxed, and he only beamed at the other. "[FAIR ENOUGH, FISHIE MOTHERFUCKER. IF MY KITTY BITCH ENJOYS CONVERSING TO YOU, I CANT STOP HER. YOU'LL RUIN IT EITHER WAY. I THINK WATCHING HER KICK YOUR ASS IN MY PLACE IS MORE FUN.]" Cronus couldn't really say he was surprised. Meulin was a total sweetheart, but her mouth ran faster than a V8, and not in any specific pleasurable way he would've liked. The fact that Kurloz knew this information was embarrassing, and he slightly wondered why Meulin went back on her promise not to tell him. Then again, Cronus did try to pull some pathetic moves. He supposed in a fit of anger , she forgot her promise and spouted to Kurloz. Is that the beef he had with him? Because if so, Cronus could only laugh. If anything, it was a common knowledge that Cronus was the biggest flirt in the be completely honest, he only flirted with her as a last ditch attempt to get under Kurloz's skin. Which though, the mime did an excellent job of hiding, though the stitched mouth helped, really did affect him.

It was more so a lucky guess, and the fact he was more than capable of slipping inside her mind, making himself cozy with a cup of tea he couldn't drink, and reading up on her day. Not that he did that all the time, clearly he was a good friend and respected her spa- haha. Not even close. He was a horrible person and loved to probe everyone's thoughts. None the less, Cronus might be a flirt, but a brother needs to respect the claim another motherfucker already made. Cronus getting under his skin was to be expected, the guy hit on his moirail and bullied him, then hit on his sort of matesprit not really. Regardless. The guy pissed him off. Messiahs. "[EITHER WAY...]" The greaser suddenly decided he had enough of Kurloz's shenanigans and pushed through him. Kurloz may have everyone beat in the height department, but if Cronus pushed himself to it, he could be extremely durable. And this was one of those moments. For millenia he endured Makara's bitter torment and he was at his wits end. The multiple rejections of the night had put him in a bad mood and frankly , even Kurloz's attempts at intimidation didn't faze him. He spun on his heels and His face pulled into a sneer. "As much as id absolutely /lowve/ to stay here and shoot the obnoxious breeze vwith you about bullshit that doesn't evwen begin to matter, I havwe better things to do and places, let alone people , to see and as much of a gracious and compassionate person as I am, unlike SOME, I don't havwe the time nor the patience right nowv to deal vwith your spooky skeletal assassin shit. As a matter of fact I NEVWER havwe time for it, but I do it anyvway because you knowv vwhat? I use the detrimental mental beatings to distract from the ultimate pity and absolute disgust I feel for you. You mock me for not havwing any quadrants filled, thats all fine and dandy. Razzle motherfucking dazzle. " He crossed his arms in indignance and smiled bitterly. "I may not havwe anyone in my quadrants, but evwen if I had at least I havwe the common decency to treat a doll vwith respect. Yeah im a flirt, but that's just so I can hopefully find someone vwho looks past the obnoxious facade and see the real me. Although as for the real you chief, I highly doubt anyone, evwen Meulin vwould look at you the same if they knewv the type of evwil that hides behind your piteous muted face of dishonesty. I knowv hovw you manipulate her. But I'vwe stood by and vwatched. Because its not my place to get invwolvwed. But one day she'll find out. And Kurloz, baby, vwhen she does, she'll see you for the insufferable sadistic asshole you really are. And im sure evwen angels like her havwe a devwil inside. Hell, vwe all do."

This shocked him. No, more than shocked, if that was even possible. Getting a verbal beat-down with a side of a smack of reality in his face made the Capricorn actually take a step back. His eyebrows arched, and if his mouth wasn't stitched, he probably would have had it opened, gawking. Kurloz swallowed, eyes wide before he began to regain some form of control. Enough control to ball his hand into a fist. Without hesitation, he slammed his fist into the other's stomach, Inwardly screaming his mind off. Cronus had expected this and yet he hadn't. As Kurloz's gloved fist hit him in the solar plexus, Cronus's gills flared, gasping for breath as he doubled over, clutching the dirt as he gasped for the air that wouldn't come. It wasn't enough to draw blood but goddamn did that hurt. He summoned the strength to agonizingly crane his neck upward, Kurloz's normally passive eyes now bright violet with the rage of the subjuggulators. If the wind hadn't already left him, he would've gasped. The darkness that hid behind his eyes was nothing short of demonic. In that moment there was no light, and in that moment, Cronus actually feared for his life. But he wouldn't go down without a fight. He flared his gills more sucking in air and ignored the screaming pain in his stomach as he shakily rose to his feet, mouth bloody and violet from where he had grit his teeth and sliced his lip in preparation for impact. His ringed fingers curled , his golden yellow nails glimmering along with the gold of the metal. He glared at Kurloz and rose up, and didn't even crack his knuckles, feigning to just walk away and take it as he rose. As Kurloz stared back, a smug smile playing on his stitched mouth, the smile faded as quick as it came as his purple blood splashed against the pavement in the sudden assault, Cronus's rings dappled in violet as he shook his hand as Kurloz recoiled from the punch. There was a pop and anyone with a set of ears could identify a dislocation when they heard one.

Panting through his nose, his lips parted just slightly, his stitches gave enough give that as he breathed, a whistle noise came out. It was quite possibly the only noise the troll has made since stitching himself silent. His eyes were furious, his nostrils flared. He was so angry, probably because the other was right. He had a legit point. Kurloz was evil, he knew that, who DIDN'T know that, even Mituna did, but Kurloz was at least very protective. He hopped forward, bouncing in excitement, grinning as large as he could, adrenaline coursed through his veins. He never felt so alive. Even when the smile slipped and he was hit back, left to stumble backwards and snort out blood. He could taste it in his mouth, his teeth having cut his cheek. But he had to swallow it. With a groan, he reached up and wiped the blood off with his sleeve, then lunged towards Cronus.