Peaches and Murder{Closed}

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[attr="class","lyricals"]Tick, Tock Stop the Clock
Cuz I get the feelin' that I'm gonna get Shot

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Saku had gone off without him, and he was still fairly useless, his memories were still scattered as all hell, but things were starting to come back in bits and pieces, and every time they did, he would lose his shit and be locked up for a bit. He was fine with it. It kept everyone safe. Coming down from it, everyone knew. The days Saku did come back were days he tried to remember, but they were getting fewer and farther between now. He had his own things to do, and the project could understand that. Or at least he was trying to. The past few weeks had been hazy at best. He had been dealing with his mind imploding on itself, tearing itself apart and rebuilding around everything that he had forgotten. All of the pain and anguish he had been through in his life.

And suddenly...

There he was. His eyes snapped open and he bolted upright on the cot he had been given in this backroom of whatever warehouse this was. He didn't really recognize it. "The... Fuck...?" He tried to look around, but he noticed that the shadows were bending and twisting around the edges of his vision, almost like they were playing with him. Why the fuck were they doing that? He just kind of growled and pushed himself up, noticing he was in a shirt that was way too big for him and pants that were tied roughly around his waist, as they were also way too big on him. Who the fuck dressed him? A fucking giant? What the fuck was with all these tall ass mother fuckers?

Sixteen walked over towards the door, and he could hear something on the other side of it. So he did what he knew best and just started kicking it and screaming obscenities until someone opened the door. He just hadn't been expecting...

"Momo?" His head tilted to the side and he just kind of blinked at him. "Wait. I remember you... You brought us cheeseburgers..." He tried to peek around the tall man, but he didn't hear Saku's idiocy anywhere, so maybe they were in the clear for now. "The fucking hell am I fucking doing here? And why the fuck am I dressed like this? Where the fuck are my clothes?"

[attr="class","xvitags"]388 Words // MONROE TO

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[MONROE TO]

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[attr="class","momo1"]Most don't have a choice

[attr="class","momo2"]So we choose to take a chance

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Every time Saku brought someone new to base, or even introduced an associate really, Monroe was almost always likely to end up with some sort of burden regarding said new 'nifty' person. Granted, his boss returning from his disappearance with the boy he had been coerced into delivering food to in the blazing heat was somewhat unexpected. Then again, most things that happened with or around Saku seemed to be unexpected, a particular thorn in the subhuman's side. At first, there had been a brief hope that the kid wasn't going to be pet-project or degenerate that needed detox, but that hope soon vanished. With Saku injured, and Monroe and the other subordinates being forced to look after this... Boy, the situation had finally forced them to lock him into their makeshift holding cell.

Of course he still managed to have the worst luck in the world, just so happening to walk by the door to said enclosed room in time to hear someone beating on the other side. Yet he couldn't help but notice that there were actual words being spoken this time, and while part of him really wanted to just keep walking and pretend like he didn't hear anything, with a sigh the suited man turned, unlocked and opened the door. Staring at the much shorter male, an eyebrow rose as he was spoken to much more aggressively than he would have preferred that early in the morning, but he bit back the urge to just shut the door in the loud boys face.

"I'm going to answer all three of those questions with one answer." Monroe shoved one of his hands into his pants pockets. "I don't know." He responded with a slight shrug, pulling his hand out of his pocket, a half-full pack of cigarettes in his hand now. "Also, my name isn't Momo."

xxx 412 Sixteen tired of this shit

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[Sixteen]

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[attr="class","lyricals"]Tick, Tock Stop the Clock
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Well that was entirely unhelpful really. The project just put his hands on his hips and stared at him for a bit. His head tilted to the side as he said his name wasn't Momo. But that was what Saku had called him, wasn't it? Did he get it wrong somehow? "Well, what is it then?" He didn't want to be entirely disrespectful, despite how he usually behaved, there was no real reason to do it right now. Even so, he still looked like a defiant little punk. "I know you don't care, but you can call me Sixteen if you want to. Everyone else does." Well that was a lie, most people just referred to him as 'Little Shit' or 'This Fucker'. He looked around a bit before looking back towards the person in front of him. "You think I can maybe get a bath or something? Some food? How the fuck long have I been in here for?" It wasn't like he really needed to know that either. But the more he thought about it, the more the holes were starting to fill in. How had he gotten here? Where the hell was here even? He didn't know. He vaguely remembered the battle with Rusa, he didn't remember Kyou, or anything of the past few weeks just yet, but that was okay. At least he had hoped so.

[attr="class","xvitags"]230 Words // MONROE TO

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[MONROE TO]

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[attr="class","momo1"]Most don't have a choice

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"Monroe."

Despite his previously mentioned nickname Momo the Mouth, he was not particularly keen to chat unless there was a reason, or unless he trusted you enough to actually have a normal conversation with, and he in no way trusted this... Thing quite yet. Apparently he was the only one who noticed or cared enough to note the fact that the stench emanating from the small male was enough to make his skin crawl, and it wasn't the kid's body odor he had a problem with. Plenty of the people he came into contact with on a regular basis really needed to invest in some sort of anti-perspirant, but after a while he had gotten used to that sort of thing. It was something he had to deal with if he was to rely on his senses after all, and everything about Saku's newest pet project just screamed... Wrong. His scent, his heartbeat, everything about him was wrong. The last time someone had been allowed into their midst that had made him feel remotely like this had been nothing but problematic for him to say the least.

Still, he was the second-in-command. Cutting people's heads off who he deemed as potential threats was now a thing of the past until he was granted permission, at least when it involved someone within Saku's ever expanding circle. "You've been here since Kemono brought you here. If you want a bath, there's one in the back room. You want food? I think there's half a burrito, two day old sushi, and half a can of pepsi in the fridge, all courtesy of one 'Bang-Bang', who's been told multiple times to label and throw away his food, so you can do with all that what you will."

Straightening a bit, Mo stared down in silence at the boy for a second before he let out an angry sigh and reached into his coat pocket before pulling out a pack of peanut m&m's and throwing them at the lad perhaps with a bit more force than needed. "There's also those."

xxx 449 Sixteen stealing my fuckin candy

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[Sixteen]

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[attr="class","lyricals"]Tick, Tock Stop the Clock
Cuz I get the feelin' that I'm gonna get Shot

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Sixteen listened as Monroe went on about what kind of food was left around. At least there was a bath somewhere, as he really did feel like he definitely needed one. After how long he had been down in that hole, not that he could remember that at the moment, and everything else, he was sure it needed to be done. He just nodded a bit abut the food. But the other male reached into his pocket and threw a bag of candy at him. He caught it without trouble and just sort of blinked at it, a small smile crossing his face as he realized how irritated Monroe seemed to be. "That's kind of you but... You can keep this." He just walked over and handed it nicely back. "I'll have the burrito I think. I don't eat much, and am not terribly fond of sweets, so that'd be enough for me." He just gave him another small smile, which felt really weird in some way. He wasn't used to it, but he wanted to be some kind of polite for the time being. "Err... Since you and Saku seem to be giants... Are there any clothes around that might actually... Kind of fit or am I stuck with these?" After all, if he was going to take a bath and be clean, he didn't really want to wear such massive clothes, but it was better than wearing nothing he supposed.

[attr="class","xvitags"]242 Words // MONROE TO

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[MONROE TO]

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[attr="class","momo1"]Most don't have a choice

[attr="class","momo2"]So we choose to take a chance

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The fact this... thing not only set off a screaming alarm in Monroe's head every step he drew closer to him, but also apparently did not like M&M's, was enough to keep the tall subhuman's gaze fixed on the much shorter male as he grew closer, only minorly irritated that Saku's new pet touched him as he handed the candy back. Even his skin felt different, foreign to the touch. The feeling of where their skin had managed to make contact was almost revolting to him, and truthfully, if he had been younger, he might have jerked his hand away from this strange boy. Luckily for the lad, Monroe had one hell of a poker face.

He definitely needed it when the little shit smiled up a him.

"I don't know, kid. So-So Sota or Lead-Foot Lee might have left a track-suit in one of the closets that'll fit better, but no one in this organization is, uh... Small."

Monroe shrugged, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket before he began to slap the top of it against his palm. "Honestly, please just go take a shower. The stench currently coming off you is utterly repulsive." Mo shrugged, finally pulling a cigarette free from it's pack and quickly lighting it, purposefully exhaling smoke out of his nose if not simply to help drown out the stench of the unassuming beast he shared a room with.

xxx 340 Sixteen notes can go here

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[Sixteen]

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[attr="class","lyricals"]Tick, Tock Stop the Clock
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Sixteen just shrugged a bit and wandered off to hunt down these smaller people, though they also seemed to be pretty gigantic. Alright, so he was definitely going to have to get some money to get some clothes eventually, but for now, he supposed this would do. He managed to find the shower and cleaned himself up pretty good, no longer reeking of the yokai, well, alright, so he did, but that was because he was one he supposed. But getting rid of all the dirt and grime and sweat felt kind of nice. He found something to tie his hair back with, and honestly, despite the fact that everyone around here had the worst fashion sense in the history of the realm, he felt alright about himself.

He made his way out to where the half consumed burrito was and just downed it. He didn't even care that it tasted a little flat and crusty from being a few days old. It was enough to sate his hunger for now. So he went around looking at everything, taking in the warehouse the organization resides it. So this was what Saku did? It wasn't by any means terribly impressive, but it seemed a little moreso than the Rusa base at least.

The small male managed to find the tall man again by the time he was done just wandering around. He didn't know where else to go or what to do, but he didn't really want to leave yet either. Part of him doubted that Saku would come back, especially not for him, but he couldn't let that bother him right now. Even if it did... Hurt a little. He wasn't used to having such complicated emotions about anything, and wasn't really sure why the hell he cared.

"Err... Monroe..." It wasn't exactly a question, but also wasn't really a statement. Some sort of half confused blurt. "I suppose I should... Leave huh...?" He wasn't asking if he could stay outright, but that was totally what he was doing. But in reality, where else did he have to go? Everyone else had homes, to an extent. He was the only one that didn't, not that it was the man's problem. Still, Sixteen looked... Hurt almost. Lost. Not that Monroe would care. "I just... You don't think he'll come back on his own, do you?" Alright, so maybe he was a little worried about Saku being a reckless dumbass like usual. "He was just.. Really hurt and I'm kind of worried he's off doing something stupid. But... I can't help him like this." He was too rough, too chaotic, his new powers weren't trained in the slightest. Besides that, he had no idea whether or not he would be hunted after for being Toshi's spawn or not, or what any of it meant. His head was all sorts of a mess, but he stood here anyways, more worried about Saku's well being than his own. Again, he wasn't sure why he cared, but Saku was one of the only people to treat him with some kind of... Caring? Maybe that was what it was. He was just out here trying to return the favor.

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[attr="class","momo1"]Most don't have a choice

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Focused eyes continued to watch the boy as he finally seemed to realize that Monroe was more inclined to help run an organization than he was to help babysit. Casting a final sideways look at the dark haired male as he almost carelessly sauntered off, the feeling of unease as the distance between them widened seemed to lessen somewhat. At least enough to where he could relax his shoulders, even though the boy's unfamiliar stench seemed to permeate in the almost still air of the room. Sighing through his nose, his head tilting down slightly, Monroe's hand moved until it slid into his pants pocket. Kyoken's base was relatively empty with only a skeleton crew standing guard. Truthfully, when he was slotted to be in house, he did not like a lot of members around. Between their noise and whatever ruckus Saku brought to the table himself, the small moments of silence were truly enjoyed, or they had been. Since Saku's initial disappearance, he had been spending a lot more time working in house rather than simply using others to relay messages or give orders. No, there had been a need for a strong figurehead. Some of the members were.... Certainly rowdier than others to say the least, and occasionally, someone had to be there to keep everyone in check. Saku did that with his presence alone, Monroe did that by other means, be it violent or not.

Would have been a lot easier if their 'king' didn't fuck off whenever he wanted to.

Still, he had finished with the work that needed his immediate attention, and a woman he disliked immensely but was forced to share rank with was allegedly watching the cracked portal he had watched Saku go through with his own eyes. The tall subhuman took only as many steps as needed, walking straight to an armchair that had been shoved into the corner of the warehouse before turning on his heel, and dropping back into it. Letting out another sigh, Monroe leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Exhaustion was something he was used to, but mentally he had begun to fray. Keeping Kyoken and it's various sources of income going without hiccup was hard enough, and just when he had thought there might be a moment of respite, and maybe a day off too, once Kemono had returned despite his clear injuries. Naturally, even in his gaunt and almost shockingly quiet state, he somehow always managed to do what the subhuman could not or would not expect, and by proxy shatter whatever hopes or expecation's the second-in-command might have. So, whenever he could, if the base was particularly quiet, he would take a moment to sit in the comfortable armchair that belonged to him, a gift from his oh so caring boss.

There was no chance of him getting to doze off though, nor would he allow himself. This was only made easier when the sound of footsteps reached his ears, and it wasn't long before Saku's newest pet began to irk him. Listening alone to the sound of what he could only assume was someone looking around, Monroe's eyebrow twitched, and he bit back the urge to bark at the newbie about looking at things he shouldn't. After all, this kid was not one of the usual mutts Saku brought in, for more reasons than one. Apparently the kid could not read a room though, or did not know enough social cues to know better than to talk to someone who's clearly trying to rest.

Slowly opening his eyes, Monroe took a long breath in through his nose as the kid spoke, listening for a moment before he let out another tired sigh through his nose. It was not as if the smaller of the two was wrong. Saku had barely mended before he had taken off, and done something that stupid failed to describe to it's fullest extent. Sitting up a touch, and lifting his leg a bit as he reached into his pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes and zippo lighter, he repositioned himself a bit before looking away from the newcomer as he cast his gaze downward, more focused on pulling a cigarette free from it's box than the now-less-stinky short guy. "You got brought here, didn't you? You don't leave until someone tells you to, or tells you it's okay to." Kyoken's hound said after a moment, bringing the filter of his cigarette to his lips before he opened his lighter, ignited a flame and his cigarette, and then flipped it closed. Leaning forward a bit, right elbow on his knee, left hand holding the smoldering stick to his mouth as he looked over the other again. Besides the stench of... Whatever the hell he was that made Monroe's nose feel like it itched, the scents coming off him didn't seem overtly malicious. If anything, between that and the slight inflections of his voice, Monroe guessed that his concern was real. Perhaps like many of the low-ranking members, this young adult had bonded with his boss. Blowing out a lungful of smoke slowly, not turning his face away from Sixteen as he did so, a gold coin seemingly flitted out of nowhere between the subhuman's fingers, and he began to idly fiddle with it, spinning it between his fingers and around his digits. "To be frank, you'd be a liability to let leave. If you know the Boss well enough to comfortably call him or his actions 'stupid' to anyone, especially me since I would personally call that stupid, you know he always makes out fine in the end." Though even Monroe had to admit, going to the underworld alone had even him concerned. "-- And if you go running off, he's just going to go berserk until he finds you. It's how he is."

Bringing his cigarette to his mouth again, the second-in-command took another drag from it while he began to think, hand holding the coin ceasing it's restlessness for a moment. Something about the entire situation was off, and had been for a while. And whether he wanted to admit it or not, something was... Different with Saku, or had been before he had ran off. Clearing his throat, Monroe almost rolled his eyes, barely holding back the urge as he sat up a bit.

"Not many people got the strength or fortitude to actually help The Boss, so try not to beat yourself up too much." He said with a shrug. "Though now that you've got me curious, I'm going to have to ask you to humor me by telling me what exactly has you concerned about Saku, or what it is you think he might do."

xxx 1223 Sixteen bomb

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[Sixteen]

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[attr="class","lyricals"]Tick, Tock Stop the Clock
Cuz I get the feelin' that I'm gonna get Shot

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The young... whatever he was these days, listened carefully as the tall man spoke to him. His words were concise enough and to the point. He liked that. Nothing extra about it, just straight and to the point. Yeah, he had been brought here, but who was going to come along and tell him that he could leave? Surely not the asshole that abandoned him here to fuck off to the underworld. Who knew if Saku would even come out of there by himself? But the man had a point. The dumbass could survive most things by himself, though he almost hadn't survived that last big battle. That was honestly probably the only reason that Sixteen stood here anyways.

The thought of Saku going crazy to find him didn't sit well with him though. He wasn't too sure that would be something that happened. It wasn't like he seemed to care that much. He was just another RUSA fuck up like the rest of them. He didn't care enough to wait until he recovered to take him with him to the underworld. Maybe he thought he would never recover from that state. But he did. Sixteen just shrugged a little and tried to find pockets to stick his hands into. He felt uncomfortable, which was weird for him.

Monroe decided to ask him some questions this time, and while Sixteen wasn't exactly bound to secrecy, as he wasn't an official member by any means, he wasn't so sure he should go spilling all of RUSA's, or Saku's, secrets to this guy he barely knew. But the man seemed just as concerned for Saku, and well enough to be sitting in this place, taking over for him in his absence. He wasn't a total idiot. Subhuman or not, this man meant something to the stupid dumbass that was no doubt dragging his pathetic self through the underworld like some kind of depressed edgelord.

Sixteen gave up on looking for pockets and just crossed his arms over his chest with a shrug. "I think that he got his ass seriously handed to him in that last fight and it fucked with his head. He watched some of his friends die, myself included." Though obviously he wasn't dead, though he didn't quite figure out as to how he was still alive right then. "He did something stupid, caused irreparable damage out in the forest and tried to sacrifice himself to save the rest of them. If not for me, he'd probably have drowned in mud or been eaten by that slimy piece of shit yokai."

He sighed and shook his head a little bit, but he looked almost... Sad? Concerned? Whatever it was, it was an emotion and he didn't like it. He wasn't really used to those. "I think he's gone to the underworld to try and get back on his feet so to speak. To make sure that he isn't as weak or useless as he thinks he is. Having to be saved by others, not being able to protect his friends despite his best efforts. I take it that doesn't sit well with him." And why would it? Saku always spouted about how he was the strongest and how he was going to be king someday. "I'm only guessing based on a vague recollection, everything is still kind of fuzzy, but I suppose being ripped apart mentally and physically does that to someone." He could kind of remember the battle with Toshi and the woman. He vaguely remembered... Kyou. Oh yeah. He remembered that. He remembered reaching out to Saku just before it was too late. He closed his eyes and made a rather unpleasant face before shaking his head, trying to rid the thoughts like clearing an etch-a-sketch.

"I'm going to stick around for a few days, see if he comes back, but if he doesn't I am going in there after him. I can't let him throw himself at enemies like that when he has no idea what he's up against. I won't let him throw his damn life away to prove a fucking point." Besides, if anyone stood a chance at keeping up with him, it was Sixteen, wasn't it? "Do you have a knife or any other sharp kind of object? I seem to have lost mine." He needed to test a theory. "Maybe a gun you can shoot me with?" What a strange fucking request that was.

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