~Author's Note~
Surprise, surprise! I actually updated earlier than expected! Why? That, my dear readers is the wonderful creation we know as "Technology". AND!
Boredom.
Yes, plain boredom. I have over three chapters in stock but they're way too short and only considered as prompts, so I had this in mind to update a few days later or so.
To those who requested or have reviewed with questions, your answers are down at the end of the chapter because I find it funny and frustrating that people rather pay attention to the end of the chapter instead of the beginning! Now that's INTERESTING! *sarcasm noted*
But if that's how you guys play, fine by me 0/w/0.
Chapter 4: Creations of A Fearful Genius
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"So whatcha gonna do, old man? I reckon you'd just waltz in the Council like a madman?" the feminine voice drawled out, the figure leaning against the pillar carved with angels and sucking on the lollipop while tapping her feet impatiently.
He grunted and huffed in answer to her sarcastic comment, not in the best kinds of mood to give her his usual lewd remarks or even cuss up a cursing battle with her. The Exorcist felt weary and worn, feeling drained but one emotion was clear to anyone, particularly Shura the insane Knight.
Shiro felt beyond irritated.
In short, he was pissed off.
Stifling a sigh, he grumped about in his position; back hunched over, knees pulled up to his chest, arms dangling from the side and unashamedly smoking his newly bought pipe, puffing out smoke. He had quit long before but he just had nothing to do other than listen to Shura ramble or doing the usual church rounds, in which he had no patience or even want to do. So here sits Fujimoto Shiro, an Exorcist prodigy and a part of the 'Perverts League' with Shura, sulking and brooding on a sunny, not to mention, beautiful day.
It didn't help that he, an esteemed high Exorcist, is being denied of his request. Countless times, he finds himself fiddling with the huge old familiar book and thinking of the horrible revelation that had happened when he was on one of those high-ranking missions. Because of the issue at hand, his appearance suffered due to his tendency of mimicking an insomniac and he refused to even get out of his room.
"I don't give a damn, Shura" he finally said offhandedly and pressed the book against his face to somehow get the familiar warmth that always accompanied it, smelling of the fresh ocean breeze during the night and the crushed combination of orange and honeydew. The action didn't relieve him or give him a whiff of the smell either, it only gave him it's usual musky leather and burning charcoal; the usual scent of it before he left.
Shura Kirigakure couldn't help but sympathize with her old friend, knowing how much he treasured the boy he had taken under his wing. Shiro had at first been reluctant to accept the mission of taking care of Tetsuya, he already had Rin and Yukio; Rin alone was a handful to take care of.
Nonetheless, after half a year of being the boy's caretaker and spending half his time with the quiet boy, he had grown far too attached and was possessive of the little thing. It could be viewed by others as a ludicrous act or maybe too unusual but Shura knew the man. It proved that Shiro had loved the boy as none other and would give anything to please the little child, Shura knew it as an act of extreme fondness that could be rivaled with that of a lover's.
Imagine Shura's surprise when just a little over a few months ago, she had came upon a scene with Shiro covered in little to no bruises and the boy splattered from head to toe in the enemy's blood, both surrounded by men in obvious awful shape.
It turns out that due to Shiro's popularity in the superstitious world, jealous Paladins or other types of random exorcists would come unexpectedly to pick a fight with him. Today had been one of those days, the only difference was that the other offending party had caught onto info that Shiro had three children in his safety and one of the boys were closer to Shiro than the other two.
They had attacked Shiro and taken Tetsuya hostage when they saw how possessive the man looked at the barely noticeable child tucked in their arms.
This action, however, marked their death sentence as Shiro wasn't only known for his expertise in the dangerous world of the supernatural, the white-haired man in his 20s was well known in slaughtering and butchering his enemies when his possession is threatened or nicked at.
Unknown of this brutal fact, one of the lowly Exwires decided to toy the man by sliding open a pocket knife and indiscreetly putting a long, but not deep, cut onto the pale boy's left cheek; thus destroying Tetsuya's perfect unscathed skin that Shiro had taken care of with no effort.
What happened after that was too kind to be called brutal, in fact it was hard to describe what with all the screams, limbs being ripped apart forcefully, the smell and feel of fear in the air along with the bloodlust that Shiro had released, coating himself to calm down the rage of them trying to kill his beloved.
She had never seen him so mad, furious even because he was always laid-back with his perverse comments, I'm-Going-To-Piss-You-Off and I-Don't-Care-If-You're-My-Superior-Fuck-Off personality. So seeing this side of him for the first time terrified her and the child was something to consider too.
Was the child used to this?
She had thought of such an absurd question and stared at the blank eyed boy with something akin to awe and fear. The boy would've been considered a prodigy in their line of work with the eyes of complete relaxation while watching someone kill their own kind. Even Shura herself wasn't capable of holding back her emotions from surfacing when she first killed,demon or human, she had been so shaken that she vomited at the very gruesome scene.
So what made this boy so...
So special?
Is it because his mother burned before his very eyes? Is it maturity in a young age, rare nevertheless? Was it because he knew of Shiro's utter love for him? Or was he more than he seems, a calculating fox underneath the exterior of an innocent child?
So many questions, yet such little answers to everyone of it. So with eyes full of doubt, she let it be and didn't worry anymore about it, Shiro was more than capable of taking care of the three runts anyway.
But look what that lead to, her friend's demise no less.
She heaved a loud sigh and gave a harsh slap to his hunched form, receiving a weak glare and a promise to torture her later on. With a Cheshire grin, Shura gave a mock bow along with a salute before leaving Shiro on the sun bathed porch, with nothing but the huge leather bound book his beloved had always carried.
The man laid still against the floor and reminisced his days with his Tetsuya, ignoring his surroundings. He let out a relaxed smile as the past flew into his mindscape.
Such blissful memories indeed.
Memory:
Shiro glanced at the boy. This had been going on for some time and he was close to yelling at his charge to say something, the silence was uncomfortable and brought tension down his shoulders than the time he had to rescue Lee from that stupid mission he fell into a Gehenna gate.
Just as he was about to yell out obscenities, child or not be damned, the boy's form suddenly fell over and he lay limp on the garden floor, head only visible by the patches of stark white carnations.
Feeling natural panic settle into his system, Shiro abandoned his dagger he had been polishing earlier with fervor and dashed over the fragile boy. He shook him vigorously and found no response, only a muffled groan of protest.
Blinking, Shiro found himself looking at flushed cheeks and a sweating, but happy, look on Tetsuya's face. Oh god... Did he...? Was he...?
And Shiro bawled up in laughter.
Of all things to faint from, he had fainted from watching butterflies? And ladybugs? Really, who fainted from watching those with fondness? The child indeed was somewhat idiotic, naive yet a cunning one no less.
Later that day found Shiro's laundry in hilarious heaps of bright pink, along with his precious black standard priest uniform, out in the sun and left to dry. His friends, the ones who worked in the church with him, had teased him mercilessly and told him that he shouldn't have prodded the boy earlier.
The pink drenched blob called his Exorcist uniform was horribly bright and deformed to the eyes. He growled under his breath; those were his only uniform for today!
To make it worse, the nuns, unofficial priests and priestesses that had 'coincidentally visited' the church had all but pointed out the disgrace his uniform had been in and threatened that if he didn't get it off in four days time, he would go on lower rank missions for a whole month.
In other words, those 'household chore' types of missions.
The stupid usual visitors didn't help either.
One boy in particular had decided that if he couldn't be the Red Ranger, he'd at least be able to protect the world if he wore pink. So with that in mind, he had rushed off and plucked one of the brightly colored cloths on the clothesline. His old footy pajamas.
Needless to say, it ended with chaos as the boy's parents, Lily and Tamara if he remembered, had dragged the sobbing and wailing hysterically fat excuse of a kid off with the fucker's shrill voice ringing clearly in his eardrums.
In the end, Shiro had all but cuss up a storm and practically had been plotting hundreds of ways to prank the blunette back while rubbing and trying to get rid of the ugly color off his usually polished black uniform in the heat of the sun while getting wet the whole hours being outside.
That's less to say that his day was ruined, a day off spent wasting time on washing laundry instead of reading valuable porn.
All because of a seven year old brat.
A measly quiet bloody brat.
Karma's a bitch.
Present:
Shiro chuckled at the irony of the memory of the first week when he had taken Tetsuya. He was a wee little shy bastard back then and since he was still unfamiliar with his surroundings, quite charming and devious for a boy with a blank slate for emotions.
After that, the following week had been filled with screams, insane giggling, peals of laughter, loud crashes, little accidents and a whole list of the most disgusting pranks that the two had though of. Really, he knew he was childish and lewd, but with a child?
God, that was embarrassing to say the least.
Memory:
Tetsuya glared hatefully at the huge evil contraption filled with the artificial overly sweet smell of roses and lavender, it didn't matter that him and Exorcist-san were getting quite used to each other for the past three months... He was never going to step foot into that thing. Never. Nada.
He scrunched his nose up in a rare show of emotion as Exorcist-san came in, his freshly shampoo-ed white hair dull and wet. Exorcist-san took one look at the evil thing before blinking profusely and gave a pointed look to Tetsuya, the boy sporting a pleading pout on his usually blank facade.
Exorcist-san sighed.
He came over to the white polished ceramic piece and gave another look to Tetsuya, gesturing him to sit in the tub but he wouldn't budge, stoically glaring at it. Heck, he even growled at the poor inanimate object. Having heard the growl, Exorcist-san gave an incredulous look.
"Now come on Tetsu, it's just a bubble bath" Exorcist-san coaxed him, pointing at the filled tub. Tetsuya gave a little huff and frowned cutely, denying the request with a shake of his head.
"It smells funny" he scrunched up his nose in disgust.
Exorcist-san laughed heartily and strode over to the boy, lifting him up by his arms and making sure the kid didn't bash his stomach or any part of him for that matter. For such a fragile body, the boy sure had the strength of a bull.
Without further ado, Exorcist-san stripped both Tetsuya and himself before gently getting into the still warm bath, Tetsuya squealing in rage. Once they were inside, Exorcist-san took a bottle of scented lily shampoo and made a move to pour it into the palm of his hand but Tetsuya's weak glare made him stop.
Bright blue eyes darted towards the counter and landed on a particular unused shampoo, Exorcist-san caught onto the fact and reached to get the bottle. His eyebrows went up into his hair line when he read the label and then he turned to Tetsuya, amused.
Tetsuya turned an unhealthy shade of cherry red at the look and attempted to glare at him, keyword being 'attempted'. Exorcist-san seemed unperturbed by the kitten-ish glare and instead gave a teasing smile at Tetsuya, further making his embarrassment increase.
"..."
"Vanilla? Really, Tetsu?"
"..."
"What? I can't hear you!"Exorcist-san mocked, Tetsuya punched the side of Exorcist-san's face and the man sputtered in surprise.
"Oi!"
"..."
Exorcist-san huffed and pouted childishly, unknown of the fact that his friends were just peeking in from the front of the door, some cooing at Tetsuya's cuteness and some snickering at Shiro's childishness.
A few giggles didn't escape Shiro's ears and he froze, body heating up. He swerved from watching Tetsuya and gave a murderous glare to the door, seeing the three idiots and a few other guys laughing, not noticing their target had found them out.
"GET THE HELL OUT!" Shiro hissed loudly.
They yelped and ran with their tails between their legs, one of them pissed his pants and the rest were traumatized, Shiro's demonic glare taunting their minds as they ran before scattering to do their duties they had abandoned.
Tetsuya had a confused look on his face and Shiro had become his victim, barely managing to hold onto the trickle of blood that flew from his nose. He gave a look of complete caution at Tetsuya's cute face, dabbing the spare face towel on his nose and silently agreed that Tetsuya was evil.
'Ah, the power of Tetsu's cuteness overload'
Present:
Shiro felt his blush skyrocketing as steam poured endlessly from his poor tomato red ears while he unconsciously took out a handkerchief and dabbed onto the trail of blood oozing from his nose, red faced.
Memory:
Shiro absently shivered as the cold breeze flitted through the chilling night, stuffing his pockets into his canvas black jacket while fingering the expensive oil lighter on his fingerless gloves.
The night seemed to glow with the dangerous illumination of red on the moon, voices, smells and sights were about to blind his usual stronger-than-human senses. Girls clad in tight fitting bikinis, rave outfits, and other assortments were giggling and giving him flirty winks. Guys weren't any better, they were not so subtly groping him when he came contact as he walked down the streets of the red light district known to the many parts of Tokyo.
He nearly gagged when a (1)ganguro styled woman stripped her (2)bikini bra, showing her less than eyeful breasts littered in lots of stretch marks and red hickies.
Pace frantic, he searched for the man he'd gotten info on and prayed silently that he would find the young drunkard before the next day, he didn't want to waste time on his assignment when he could spend time coddling his little Tetsuya, tomorrow was his only day off after all.
He walked a little further away from the commotion of people talking and the smells of alcohol along with the faint scent of smoked Davidoff and strong hints of Heineken mixed hideously in other brands like Scotch, Tequila and Brandy. There was a little curve leading to a dingy alley and he recognized it immediately before following the curve, as he had been here enough to memorize the pathways but not enough to know the deals that ran around the place.
The minute he stepped into the dingy alley, he was immediately assaulted with the smells and sounds again, only more louder instead. Strippers didn't seem to mind him in a small aspect and Shiro was grateful for that, he wanted to end this quick.
He hurriedly walked into a shady shack with a colorful neon signboard burning brightly with letters, "Tsumibukai Kairaku". The front door of the shack were a few people he was familiar with, but not acquainted with, the men had bright hair in colors of platinum blonde and sea green while the girls had opted to the usual black of typical Japanese women's hair known as a nadeshiko. They nodded to him in acknowledgement as they were familiar with his visits to the particular bar and he nodded back in respect, not wanting to be rude and cause unnecessary distractions.
Paying no mind to the disturbing meaning of the board, he pushed the doors and the sound of bell chiming rang when he pressed the door open.
The inside was bigger than he last remember and updates were probably given with the proof of a few roulettes loitering around, a few ten other private rooms added, the pool tables had increased and there were stripper poles in the middle and front along with another BDSM stage show in the far corner, the bar having been twice larger than his last visit in December.
He rummaged in his pocket and felt the crumpled piece of information slip he had been given to by Shura, discreetly looking over it in his pocket lest someone nosy decided to stick their hands into where they don't belong.
It was quiet, too quiet, Tetsuya decided. He was alone in his room that was just next to the Church, today was one of those days when Shiro couldn't come home just because he had something to do and so he was left alone, not daring to get out for he may get lost and worry Shiro.
The room was huge for a child, it's wallpapers in calming snowflakes of blue and ceilings high with the customary glass window of painted mosaic angels. There was a king-sized bed draped in pastel blue and whites, decorated with a plush blue bird with big, seemingly blank, eyes while the bed was sitting near the glass door facing the garden.
A fireplace crackled almost silently near where he sat, three bookcases were filled to the brim made as his personal library next to the mantel piece, a TV screwed tight to face his bed, a small walk-in closet fit for a child and two study tables along with a small door just hidden up on the ceiling that lead to the attic. Plush animals were filled in the oaks of a great wooden treasure chest, books littered the floor beside him as he lay reading while gears and the sounds of turning mechanism twirled almost happily in his room.
His safe haven from the cruel world.
"Telupé, break the gears from Houma. It seems that his old gearbox is already rusty, I'd have to make one again so put that in your Note-me"Tetsuya instructed his creation, Telupé nodded happily and bounded off to break Houma's rusted gears.
Within minutes he had gone, Tetsuya heard an outraged squeal from where he had disappeared off to and the boy shook his head exasperatedly as he caught a glimpse of Telupé's shiny oak brown coat chasing a huge robot clad in very gaudy purple with bolts, clocks, ridiculous looking boots and a worn out black pirate cap.
Deciding to ignore both Houma and Telupé, he turned back to his previous doing; fixing another bot. Weaving his hands delicately, he lightly padded his lithe fingers over where the batteries of the robot lay but the bot gave a fearful squeak, making Tetsuya smile at him in reassurance. The bot calmed when he smiled as he knew his creator wasn't cruel enough to strip his life off, even if they were old and useless, so he let his master do as he please.
Crack.
Startled, Tetsuya craned his head backwards and found a very angry Houma trying to strangle a snickering Telupé while being restrained by two other robots in bright gold and glittering silver. He sighed but made no move to break them, instead ghosting his hands once more to find the problem in his patient and perked up when his fingers touched something incredibly warm. He reached for a tweezer in the robot kit he had to his left and brought it up before rummaging on the spot he had felt, he succeeded in pulling the object but even he was baffled. He looked at his current patient and gave a look that screamed 'really?'.
The robot gave a sheepish smile on its lips at his creator, the emotion meter on its chest surging to the color of unrestrained pinkish red; embarrassment.
"Pancakes? What were you up to, RoRo?" his look was dubious and amused, the robot seemed to color even more. It gave frantic chirps and made gestures so fast that Tetsuya looked horribly ill.
"Slower,RoRo" he urged.
This time, RoRo gave loud chirps and vibrating hisses, gesturing and giving a profile as to why he had pancake stuck onto his shoulder gear. By the time he finished, Tetsuya was already off and searching for the troublemaker as RoRo described, knowing well who it was.
He saw that Houma was still trying to strangle Telupé, albeit unsuccessfully since robots don't die from oxygen blockage, the two robots in gold and silver had stopped trying to make their friend strangle the brown bot as they had known long before that trying to stop an angry Houma was like saying their creator was gutless. So they instead decided to watch their friends fight it out, even if it was one-sided with Telupé snickering foolishly, with amusement in their ultra spectra camera and giving loud chirps to what Tetsuya could understand were if which would win and battle tactics.
He leaned down and gently pried the still fuming robot off Telupé before pulling Houma to look at him in the eye. The bot squeaked and flailed.
Tetsuya was amused that he almost forgot that his robots were no taller than a few inches of a B5 or regular pocketbook. He gave a playful flick to Houma and the bot gave a squeak in retaliation, rubbing it's metallic hands over its head while the small screen fitted to the space that was his mouth showed a digital pout.
"Master, tea is ready" it was cool and sultry, belonging to a female and he gave the female robot a pointed look. She gave a digital smirk and rang a miniature bell, a few other robots he had created carried a tray filled with earl grey in a flower carved jug, a normal sized teacup and several miniature cups for his robots along with scones, vanilla cake and cherry pie mixed with cheesecake.
As the female robot sat patiently watching Tetsuya pour tea for them and cutting slices of the desserts equally for them, there was no way they could carry such heavy utensils, the two robots that had tried restraining Houma and Telupé came over while dragging another with them, it's paint unique and eye-catching even if little bits of it became cracked and chipped.
"Nero, Glero. Ah, nice of you to join us, Hadeus" he greeted the two before handing them a plate each with a filled teacup, laughing lightly when the last one near bristled, mouth opening in a comical squawk.
Hadeus was his first robot and the one he was quite fond of. He was special; reddish black flames dancing on his gleaming body as paint, his feet bare with no boots or any type of footwork, unlike others who prefer being seated in something on their feet and Hadeus who preferred his bare feet, a bull crown in gold, two gleaming black katanas strapped onto his back crossing each other, metal tonfas on his arms and orange-red eyes. The first robot that Tetsuya made with driven emotions and the mind of an intellectual person.
Yes, he was quite human.
Hadeus gave an unnoticeable smile to his (3)bocchan that weren't known to no one but Tetsuya. His master patted his crossed lap and he came over, sitting comfortably on his master's lap and smiled smugly when other robots gave none too silent loud chirps and hisses of protest. It was much more satisfying when his master paid them no mind, scooping Hadeus' favourite cheese cherry and telling him silently to open his bottom cartridge, before putting it into the rectangle open space.
They enjoyed each other's presence, having been in company far more longer than the creation of Telupé, Houma, Nero, Glero, RoRo and the female robot, Maya, along with a few others.
Just as the bliss was enjoyed, it was quickly ruined.
Screams were it's replacement.
"What's your business here, priest?" the man addressed Shiro almost spitefully; his shaggy graying blonde hair messy, black eyes droopy and half lidded, nose pointed, bags under porcelain skin and thin cupids bow lips wedged in with a long tobacco pipe puffing out smoke.
Shiro ignored the somewhat impolite remark, as he knew that the man was in no ways rude, just having a bad day and instead threw a piece of paper at him, the man catching it expertly after years of being in gang fights and other crap usual by street people like him.
The man gave a once-over at the picture and gave a vicious smirk as he knew of the man Shiro is currently looking for. A well-known bastard he had met by no coincidence during his youth of sex, booze and drugs along with the shot of intoxicating thrill of beaten fools. Tossing the picture back onto the coffee table separating both of them, he gave a coy smile at the priest and gave a raised eyebrow and Shiro sighed, knowing the man's deal.
What was in, you give and I give was the motto of this particular man.
He reached again into his pocket and produced a small clear plastic bag sealed tight, almost laughing when his informant had an insane childish glint in his normally cruel weary eyes. The man gave a gleeful look and his fingers wiggled in an attempt to stop himself from snatching the bag from Shiro's grasp.
"Deal?"
"Deal, priest" the man said in an induced high. Shiro tossed it and he caught the bag with the appearance of an eager dog, immediately digging his hand into the substance and stuffing his mouth in the sinful drug.
"Yaguro Beindo, previous running candidate for the Council Japan affairs, his position rebuked, married to Nadoru Nadiea of the vice president Nihon Food industry, his wife infertile and has an adopted son by the name Yakuya Beindo. His current business is a medical decree in the Health world and is a known sponsor for several brands" he replied, dishing out the info while licking his lips off of the (4) strawberry quick he had just devoured.
He probed the man for more information by poking his hands onto the bag of strawberry quick he gave. The man relented, sighing all the while at his unfortunate luck in being discovered by the demanding priest and his fortunate luck of getting the infamous strawberry quick, a drug given to children by tricking them at school lawns.
"Runs underground black markets in countries Uruguay, Philippines, Tokyo harbor and the islands next to Hokkaido. He owns a drug military deal with some guys downtown Osaka. Criminal record wiped clean but has serious offense of raping, murder and black listed by phone companies before they white listed him again, lives in current mansion in Hokkaido that he cheated from the Akiha group"
Shiro nodded satisfactorily and got up, slapping a 5000 yen onto the table before making his way towards the entrance and wanting to go home to his Tetsuya.
"And nice doing business with you, Bladesu" he called out before leaving, the man nodding.
As soon as Shiro left, Bladesu smirked deviously.
"A little lullaby for Tetsuya, that's all... Priest"
~Author's Note~
I know you guys got some questions and all but may I know your opinion? There's a story I've been wanting to post up but I'm not quite sure. Comment on it, please?
Denied Affections
{YaoiHaremxNaruto}
(Published: None)
Summary: "Promise?" he said timidly, they smiled eagerly and nodded "Promise!" they linked pinkies. Empty promises. A broken heart. Lies. Jealousy. WARNING: Yaoi, YaoiHaremxNaruto, possible MPREG!,Hinata&Sakura bashing!
Please tell me what you think on it in your reviews, I need more than 30 or 50 agreements before I could set the story to motion. If I do get the required amount of it, I'll post the story somewhere after 10 or 15 chapters of 'Between Flames'. Please consider! ^!
~ Reviewers Corner~
Puncakegoddess: It's fun to write it! I hope you'll enjoy the oncoming chapters I have in store!
Not-Gonna-Update: Satan didn't technically 'give ' the flames to Tetsuya, I'm gonna explain it in later chapters because I don't wanna spoil it for my readers XD
Nightmare Knight Zero: Where have you been this whole time, Zero-san? T3T
AikahisakatuSenshi: I don't know if I could not make the story MPREG-free, it depends on the amount of people if they agree with Mpreg-free or if they want mpreg. It depends on both yours and other reviewers' vote, sorry ^*^;
Shadow Carnival: I'll take on the suggestion of both but the idea of Kuroko entering the academy the same time as both Rin and Yukio, it'll ruin the whole concept of the plot so I can't make Kuroko enter with them, sorry ^^;. But thanks for the suggestion and happy reading! Look forward to my later chapters!
Tsuki Aizawa: I'll try not to make too many Ocs, but I can't really promise. One thing I can promise is that I won't pair any Kuroko no Basuke character or Ao no Exorcist character with an OC. I hate Oc Pairings *frowns distastefully* well, I hope you enjoy my story so far!
~Explaination Notes~
(1) Ganguro- women/men with dark skin but bright hair, multicolor clothes and white eyeshadow to enhance around their eye area.
(2) I'm not a racist on strippers, prostitutes or even hookers, these are based on Shiro's outlook. In fact, I'm a racist of asshole and high mighty bitches XD
(3)Bocchan- Japanese word for "young master".
(4)Strawberry Quick- this drug is real in my country. Children were tricked into thinking this is normal candy by strangers who lure them and once they ate this, they faint and are immediately sent to the hospital. It's actually methylamphetamine in various flavors like strawberry , peanut butter, cola, cherry,grape and orange. It looks like normal candy rock, the one that pops and sizzles in your mouth if you eat it and suck on it.
~ATTENTION!~
Please vote on the story I mentioned above and this question in your review!
"Should I make this a yaoi MPREG?"
Please vote on the story and whether you want this to be an mpreg fic or not! This is extremely important!
And!
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-Sincerely, Scythe.