Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
curiosity surfaced in ruby red hued eyes as skylar studied their surroundings. after wheedling and begging for hours, he managed to convince amakusa to allow him to visit the set. his fighter had been working on a movie with several other prominent figures in the entertainment world, which meant the perfect opportunity for the blonde to unearth secrets about the popular stars. he, however, needed to gain permission from amakusa, who would be his ticket to success. the golden haired sacrifice tried a variety of different strategies and was ready to admit defeat when his partner tossed him a bone, allowing him permission to come on a condition. the condition had been to dress as a girl, so the fair haired zero dragged the red head to his expansive closet and demanded his assistance in selecting an outfit. in the end, he found himself wearing a simple sundress, face shaded from the sun due to a wide breamed sun hat and hair bulled into a side ponytail. a delighted smile graced his mien as his grip on amakusa’s arm tightened, belaying his excitement and reminding him of his partner’s presence. on occasion, the red head could be useful, but he would need to steer clear of the shooting, not wanting to catch sight of amakusa in any of his scenes. he did… not quite agree with the script or delegation of roles.
darling, he began in a deceptively feminine voice, altered due to his years of practice. will you introduce me to your co-workers? i know tending to my needs and filming would be quite exhausting, so i’ll impose myself on some of the lovely people here… if they don’t mind… of course. the flash of mischief that appeared in his eyes argued against his statement; however, amakusa could not toss him out as the crew had already spotted him. he could see them whispering, spreading rumors throughout the area and bringing further attention to himself and his fighter. pale lips quirked into a demented smile, which he hid by subtlety tilting his head down and utilizing the shadow of his hat to obscure his features. he maintained that position as the distance between the film location and them decreased, for the mystery added to the intrigue and kept the morons babbling. and i’m famished. do they offer refreshments? crimson tinted eyes shifted to watch amakusa from his peripheral vision. his statements served more as a cover, for he would spend hardly any time near the red haired zero once filming commenced. ama, please don’t ignore me. it’s a sign of bad character, and i prefer to believe that i have a wonderful character. due to their constant pace, the nearest crew members managed to hear his soft words and were working themselves into a fit, much to skylar’s delight.
now… he only needed to cause more of a disturbance, for the director would then reveal himself. the director would either make or break the moment, depending on whether he allowed skylar free reign or ordered amakusa to keep a close eye on his fiancée. for their plan to succeed, the blonde demanded that amakusa introduce him as his fiancée, viona de keizer; he had even found a suitable ring to corroborate their fabricated tale. come on, director, he muttered in his mind, fingers clutching at the sleeve of his companion’s shirt. impatience threatened to ruin his charade before the familiar bellowing of the famous dictator—the set’s director—reached his ears. perfect, he purred in a faint voice, just loud enough for amakusa to hear.
Oh what fun it was to tease his darling kitten, those red eyes that begged for his desires willing to do just about anything to get his demands. That was how they got along, a pair of a pair within the supposed hand of fate. Perhaps that’s why they were so close both enjoyed the familiarity of manipulation as ironic as it was. What landed him with a pretty petite ‘woman’ in his arms was the exact thing his unit partner wanted. After finding out about the movie he was picked to star in the boy practically begged his life out.
Pulling at every string Amakusa never knew existed convincing him over to his side which to be honest looking at their relationship it was easily a game of who can get other half to give in first. His will was strong, that he can attest to. Holding out the boy’s game was a challenge of its own but the want to tease and play with his darling partner outshined the need to bend to the boy’s will.
It was only when Skye was on the verge of giving up did he pull out his cards. He agreed, for if he didn’t the boy wouldn’t be in this predicament but at a cost, his price so to speak was for the boy to dress as a female. It’s a win win situation for both of them. Skye gets the info his devilish mind yearns while he gets a cure for this blasted boredom that’s been eating away at his nerves for the past few days.
It’s been weeks since seven moons sent them to any ‘enjoyable’ ‘thrilling’ missions. One that required a life to crumble within their hands, for now the senseless recons weren’t his thing. True, unknown to his partner he’s perfectly capable of acting like a ghost. Sneaking in and disappearing into the darkness of the moonless night. But... being as the boy wanted the thrill...choose to actually look the other way unless it demanded of him.
Which...
Some of his ‘part time’ work actually called for.
The loud calls broke his thoughts. Echoing from the numerous crew men calling for their orders, shouts, sound effects blasted through every corner of the ‘scenic’ old manor they choose to conduct the filming. From every corner, sound machines lay churning away lights, camera placed at every orifice under the command of the director Inaba Tsubasa whom sat lazily studying the script he wrote by his fold up chair.
Other actresses and fellow actors were there too, some of the juiciest once that the media world would love to get dirt on. A couple were already hot on their radar. Amakusa was sure the prospect was already making his partner’s mouth water. For a blackmail junkie such as Skylar this was too good of a golden opportunity. Albeit, at the cost of his so called comfort zone as like his partner, he too frowned upon the scripted scenes he was formed to play as.
Oh well, work is work...
Grudgingly he reminded himself countless times today.
It was that sweet, deceptive tone that made him looked to the petite figure clutching his arm. His long hair tied back in a ponytail keeping the messy strands from plastering on his face. Creases spread on the white casual buttoned up shirt he wore as he moved, his partner insisted he wore something that matched his outfit as a throwback condition to being forced to act as a girl. Which alias was it? Oh yes... that one.
The old summer theme was on display here folks, glimpses passed through his ever sharp gaze. Some stared at his partner with a mix of wonderment and attraction. The older stars were oddly stealing glances at the disguised Skye, giving him looks of interest and outright checking his form. This... actually partially... nudged a feeling of irritation to bubble in his so called emotionless mentality. He had to check what caused that... he noted off before looking sideways to his partner. “Yes beloved?” Going into the act of a caring fiancé. “Hmm?” He pretended to give it some thought. Already the rest of the babbling human race began murmuring about the mysterious female with the gorgeous red head. “I don’t see why not, though over there isn’t that Akihito Nori? One of your favorites?” He asked, sending a wink at his direction. One of the medias hottest targets the one irritating fellow to grasp dirt on, already the said actor was tossing lewd glances at his partner. The nerve... but it has its purpose which the boy knew Skye would utilize well. Ah the enjoyment of mind abuse...one can never have too much of it.
But it wasn’t that one that took on the bait it was, dare he says the pompous annoyance he calls as the director Inaba that came like a fish struggling against the tossed line. Annoyance spread through the middle age man as he crouched back up on his feet. Shoes that click on the ground followed the man’s approach as he came for the duo. “Lovers argument is it? And who is this lovely lady Ryuusei? Getting tied down already boy?” The man lazily asked which caused the red head to faintly smirk. One of these days... he was gonna get something against this bastard.
“Why yes, took your advice a long time ago chief, but me and Vio-chan decided to keep it a bit low key for awhile till we manage to finalize things. This sir, is my lovely fiancé Viona de Keizer.” He introduced, taking in his partner’s hand and kissing it lightly to cement the act of being the loving fiancé. “Dear, this is the director Inaba, the man I was talking to you about.” He introduced. From the corner of the boy’s gaze he could see the inquisitive gaze eyeing his partner’s form. Good. He looked interested. Hook by his partner’s unnatural appeal. Now... this was going to be Skye’s game and he was going to sit and enjoy the show with a bowl of popcorn on standby.
Notes: DONE and lol sowwy it took time T_T Tags: @zeit04 Words: words
crimson hued eyes roved over the gathered crowd, watching them bustle around the set with barely contained glee, and despite their hyperawareness of amakusa and himself, they continued to busy themselves with preparations for the day's filming—either by pretending to work on assigned tasks or accomplishing said tasks and casting fleeting glances toward the striking pair. unlike the actors, the film crew received no recognition for their work and were bossed around by the dictator of the film. they, however, served skylar’s purposes quite well. they remained overlooked by the stars, forced to cater to their whims and driven to tears due to the director’s desire to attain perfection. his partner’s voice shattered his contemplation of one auburn haired individual, who rushed from station to station. from the blonde’s vantage point, the brunette meant money due to his low position on the totem pole and obvious invisibility in the eyes of senior crew members and the actors. to succeed in his quest, the golden haired zero realized the importance of playing along with amakusa’s charade, even if he pointed out an actor that mattered little to the journalist.
oh, yes, he breathed, soft giggling following the words. i didn’t realize he would be here. you’ll introduce me to him, right, love? one pale hand rose to shift his hat back, revealing his androgynous features to the gathered individuals and allowing him to connect his imploring gaze with amakusa’s grass green colored eyes. his mouth opened to continue with their idle banter, but the sound of footsteps froze him, forcing the words to die upon his tongue and leaving him to seek out the disturbance with his eyes. ruby red tinted eyes settled on the director’s approaching figure, agitation briefly surfacing on his visage. everyone in the news industry had gossip on the old cougar—a long list of grievances and scandals that never seemed to tarnish inaba's reputation, and skylar preferred maintaining minimal interaction with the demented male. his irritation spiked as the jovial voice reached his ears, eliciting a subtle flinch and causing his grip to tighten on the red haired fighter’s arm.
no, the fair haired individual did not fear the director, but he loathed the man. he wanted to see the imbecile’s blood seep into the earth and quite enjoyed the thought of amakusa decapitating the fool. despite his negative view of inaba, his pale lips twisted into a soft smile; his expression carefully constructed to exude a sense of innocence. charmed, skylar murmured, carefully angling his body to use amakusa as a shield. due to the lustful gleam in inaba’s eyes, the blonde had gleaned an insight into his mind and realized that acting shy would elicit the appropriate response from the man. with amakusa acting as his shield, he pushed his weight onto his toes, utilizing the additional height to whisper in his companion’s ear. do i get to watch you disassemble his body? as he lowered himself back to the ground, he flashed inaba a sickly sweet smile—one that promised danger behind the presented façade. director, would you mind if i imposed myself upon the actors or the crew? i would hate to distract ama during such a vital time. pale eyelids lowered over jewel toned eyes as he studied the ground, presenting the perfect image of a submissive and self-conscious woman for inaba to salivate over.
