He glared up at the man, picking himself up. The nerve of the dude after not even leaving a phone number; the straight up message that everything was better chalked to a drunken night with no inhibitions. When he thought that things couldn't get any worse, they guy mentions that he's heading to Angel's mort as well. Urgh, well if rich pricks had to get their cake anywhere, they might as well get it from Angel's mort, in more than one ways (those uniforms...Christ.). It didn't help that the shop was opened up in the more sleazy part of town though they supposedly preached 'class' and 'elegance', rather like this prick. Grumbling as he ran off, Deamion brushed himself off and cursed ironic fate, considering just calling Andries and suggesting they go somewhere else, eventually deciding that he wasn't gonna let another rich jerk push him around.

Slowly, he made the rest of the way to the store, the bell jingling at his entrance. He gave Blake and company a withering glance before stalking past them to Andries who sat in the corner, waving him over. The latter having changed out of his night clothes as well, looking much more breezy in a shirt and loose track pants. Andries could make anything look fancy.

"So..how was your night? I heard a lot from your room, now you tell me the details." The man began, passing him a menu. He sighed, "Look, it was mediocre at best. I'm hurting, but physically and mentally as well. You know the story." "Big stick? Bad throw?" "And the dog doesn't want it." They broke out into quiet laughter, more composed here than last night in the bar. Well, last night had just been a whirl and he was lying if he said he didn't completely not enjoy it. He was lying now. If the bruises on him said anything at all.

"Aw, that's a shame, but look, order whatever you want. As long as it's just one thing, I'll pay. Hey, do you know they're offering free cake if you can eat one kilo of it?" "Who the hell would be crazy enough to do that?" "A self assured fat man with too much free time? Or girls on a binge?" "Crazy people." "Rather like the one following you?"

He groaned, tracing his hair with his hand and rubbing his eye sleepily, "He's here for whatever, I don't care. No phone number, no weird creep stalking me. The way I like it. Speaking of whoch. You couldn't give me a day to recover? I know I don't get drunk easily, but I can still feel hungover you know." The former shrugged sheepishly, inciting an eye roll. Deamion was enjoying himself actually, Andries was good company. He couldn't ask for better really and the guy wa never wrong. He did feel better after last night even if he was still a lil sleepy. Nothing fixed a hangover better than cake from his experience and his eyes drew to the cheesecake, strawberry filled. Rather expensive, but since Andries was paying...

With a scowl, he shot up from his seat. Obviously, the prince called did Deamion come along and he did bump into him today. Too bad, Blake really wasn't impressed. Putting one hand on the table and with very buisness-like look, he spoke out in a cold and icy voice. "No way in hell. Find someone else to get you your damn protection." The lady-like entity has boredom, engraved all over her pretty face. "Well, if you wish to change your mind. My card is here with a phone number. Pleasure to meet you Blake Whitlea. I am Vioretta Hanacho. Have a nice day. Enjoy those headaches." With that she stalked out of the room, looking as if she expected such a event. Pushing the wooden door, letting the chime ring in the restaurant the second time, as a girl held the door open slightly before going in to sit down behind the rich duo.

Chrys had a skeptic look on his face, looking at Blake, his hazel eyes telling him to sit down. Understanding his friend, he put his behind back onto the chair. "Tell what the hell is going on. What headaches have you been having again?" Chrys' voice was blunt and straight to the point. "Ah, well. You see, you know how I let those two come with me? I ended up screwing the one with the three coloured hair. I don't know why, but it seemed magical? There was this purple butterfly everywhere and I couldn't really control whatever I was doing." Blake explained, letting his shorter friend sink in such information. "And well, I don't really look like I screwed anyone huh? That my ringtone was change to this weird song. Also when I was walking here, I got this massive migraine that lasted for like a minute." Chrys was nodding, formulating his opinion on the matter. "I see... Well, the fact Miss Vioretta managed know all that is pretty amazing. I can see she's not human. But from my perspective, she knows what you're thinking. If I were you, you'd best go get the help from her." Blake hated to admit this but the scary yangire had a point. If he was right then...

"Um... I don't mean to eavesdrop. But... um... I think... You shouldn't trust her." A small voice, but a voice nonetheless. Behind them, that's where it's coming from. "Huh? It's you!" It was that young lady from earlier, her big eyes full of embarrassment. "U-um... She's known for... tricking people into giving her protection then betraying them... Um.. If you want those chronic headaches to stop... I have a method to stop them..." The girl was meek and demure, that was for sure. With surprised look on his face, the girl seemed to overhear everything they said. "How can we trust you as well?" Chrys voiced his opinion on this matter. The girl whimpered a little and put her fists to her chest. "U-Um... Well... I can't force you but... I think... it's best this way..." She tried to reason with the vicious shota. This girl was alot more polite but appearances can be decieving but how hard can it be? Pushing up his glasses with his left hand, he put out his right hand as a friendly gesture. "Alright, I'll believe for now. What was it Miss..." "I am Serena. Serena Bellflower. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Mister Whitlea." She returned said gesture, as she shook his hand daintily with a sweet smile.

"Don't hog all the cake!" Andries protested, trying to stab a piece with his fork. Daemon tsked and shifted his plate out of his reach, "But it's my birthday cake!" "People share birthday cakes you know." "Like who?" "Everyone!" "Well too bad!"

"Well, I-I'm not paying!" "You promised you would, Urgh-fine, fine. Here." He stabbed a piece of cake and offered it to Andries. Changing his mind at the last moment and aiming for his nose, he chuckled when Andries ended up with a nose full of cream and cake dreams dashed. Had they been anywhere else, they might have caused more of a scene, but instead Andries sulkily withdrew and Deamion smirked to himself as he took a smug bite into his birthday cake. A strawberry bursting sweetly in his mouth, masking the taste of sweet wine and wanton bliss.

"It's really juicy.." He muttered, wiping his mouth. Andries didn't reply, the silent treatment was it? On normal occasions, he would consider tickle torture, but ah what the heck! He had eaten enough to fill his stomach. Deciding to end their lil dramatic love story, he pushed the plate back towards Andries and placed his fork down as a white flag of surrender. Andries shot him a suspicious look, but he held up his hands in complete surrender. Laying over and letting his enemy take all his used spoils. An Andries began to dig in, he glanced sideways at their company. Not for any particular reason, just looking around and drinking in the petite classy, not as classy, bar. He just happened to notice, just by a wondering thought, that the guy-Blake, had another girl by his table already. Not one of the waiters either. Geez, rich people were quick to wrap their arms around a new doll. He was wrinkling his nose up at the thought before he actually turned away, focusing on Andries as he scooped-shoveled actually, cake into his mouth. As if afraid that this was all some trick. Well, now he wished that he had done something to the remainder of his cake before surrendering it over to Andries.

Finishing up their drinks, they paid and stood, ready to leave, "You sure you don't wanna say anything to that rich prick before we go?" Andries hastily whispered to him, but Deamion wished he could be even less bothered, waving his hand dismissively at the suggestion. A fling as a fling and though he was getting older, somewhat at this age, he still knew how to go casual. And sometimes casual called for no calling right after the bed. He did feel better though and his hangover had lessened to only an irritating tapping at the back of his mind. "So...work now?" He asked, fingering his keys. It would be a lil late to open up, but he rather work than gain back any energy for another night out so soon after his last. Andries seemed to read his thoughts, nodding with a frown deeply etched on his face and his eyebrows knitted.

"Let's go, those books aren't gonna fly off the shelves without my charm." "You get no extra pay for that." "Though I tightly deserve to!" Deamion on laughed, "Alright, let's go."

"Wait, how can we trust you, Miss Bellflower?" Chrys took a defensive stance, the other girl was a bitch but this could just be a case of a wolf in sheep's clothing. Blake rested his hand on his cute looking friend. "Don't worry, I can tell, her eyes are telling me she's innocent." His tried to reassured him. Leave it to Chrys to allow reality to check in. The girl with the crystal eyes look at the two, almost somberly. "Ah, well... I suppose it's a trust thing? I mean... I can't trust you if you can't trust me." She tried to explain to the irritated looking young man. With his arms folded, he let his chocolate eyes do the talking, as the girl looked at him with a downcast expression on her cute face."Alright, let's go. Who knows who might be eavesdropping on us." Chrys got up, smacking away his friends big hand as he started to head for the door. The other followed as they looked at each other.

"Hey you." Of course leave a psychopath to do the talking. She called out to a pair of boys, one with hair that look ice-cream. Who was three colours on their hair? She walked down making sure they knew who they were talking to. Her emerald eyes were fixated mainly on ice-cream hair boy. "If you can hear me, I want you to listen to what I have to say. You just screwed a big shot CEO right? The next thing you know, you woke up the most horrible hangover right? Well, it's going to repeat itself, I can stop it if you wish but only if do exactly as I say." She spoke with a voice of relaxed authority. Her arms folded across her well endowed chest. Opening the door, Chrys was obvious unamused. "Hey. I don't care whatever you can do Vioretta-sama but stop targeting all of Kenji's affiliates. It's not a nice thing to do." His voice was deafdpan but had that tint of rage to make sure that the woman knew what she was dealing with. "Huh? Chrys... You. Hey, haven't you had enough? Stop picking on people." Blake called out. Vioretta turned around with a knowing expression. "Hah, I figured as much. Your with little Miss Innocence there right? Tell you what, she isn't every innocent. She has way more blood on her hands than I do"

Serena was tried to glare, she really did but it just came out as a cute pout. Blake had a confused expression. "What? That's crazy. What are you doing talking to him for? Well I know one thing, he isn't going to be interested in your idiotic deal either. Suck it up. Go find other people to torture." Blake pushed Chrys out of the way and moved down to go to Deamion. "Not so fast." It was strange, he was moving but he wasn't getting anywhere. He looked up to Vioretta, her butterfly was flying around her, gently floating up and down in a rhythmic manner. "Go back. You aren't getting any closer." With that he somehow flung back into Chrys, the two where knocked onto the floor and damn did it hurt. "I can't allow you two to be together." Her voice was obviously troubled, looking at the two. She positioned herself to not allow either of them to get away. They had to be dealt with.

He had gotten not a mere few steps away from the shop before he heard the door bell chime as it was opened. He paid no attention to the shouting, figuring it was just some girl calling out for her boyfriend or something, if not a waiter chasing after a customer that had yet to pay. It was not until the girl got onto the 'screwing a big shot CEO' part did he freeze and turn, glancing over his shoulder. Hoping that she was referring to someone else who had been the unfortunate one night stand of some other big shot CEO in this town. She was staring straight at him though, her honestly sharp stare made him cringe a little under it as she scrutinized him. Her tone was way too calm to be yelling that sort of thing in the streets. Andries glanced questioningly at her then back to his friend, an eyebrow arched in confusion as Deamion could only shrug in confusion.

"Look lady, I don't know if you're some sick peeper or something, but don't bother my friend with your voyeuristic ways, if he wants to screw a hundred CEOs after the last and wake up with a thousand hangovers," Deamion shook his head at Andries' way of 'defending him', "Then it's none of your business!" He declared and turned, trying to tug his friend along. Off course, that was when Blake decided to step out earning a half hearted glare from Deamion.

"Oh, it's you. I should've known that, is she one of your wing girls? Someone you pay to help you screw? Look, it was a one time mistake, leave me alone won't you? I'm not interested in whatever you have to dish out!" He growled, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the man, uncaring to whatever he had to say. He watched him step forward and stood his ground before..what the hell was the man doing. Standing in one spot, his legs moving, but it looked like he was jogging in place. He raised an eyebrow then glanced towards the girl with the purple butterfly. Was he dreaming? "What the hell?..."

Then Blake was suddenly flung backwards. Daemon felt a tug on his hand and looked back to see Andries tugging on his hand with a look of, 'we better get the hell out of here!' And he agreed, he wasn't gonna stick around for this freak show! Whatever the hell was going on, he didn't want to be a part of it. As he turned on his heel to leave though, something suddenly yanked him backwards, making him fall. Something shimmered around his wrist briefly, an interconnecting line that led up to Blake. "what the hell! What are you doing?! Let me go!" What a sight they must have been in the middle of the street, unfortunately Daemion couldn't see the street. The edges of his vision blurred white and he couldn't see a thing other than Andries' worried face.

"Neither of you are going anywhere. I'll have to show you something." With that the purple butterfly floated around to Blake, still disorientated from the unknown force that threw him into his best friend.Getting up, feeling some hot liquid go down his head, dripping red onto the floor. "No! H-huh? No....!" Serena tried to breath out said words as she saw what Vioretta was doing. The butterfly flew around and then suddenly the world around them was transformed. The world looked like as if different types of paintings and pieces of paper were collaged onto the floor. "Now, no one needs to see. Too bad Serena, I can't let you interfere." The butterfly flew over to Serena, Serena tried to move but she was too slow and soon a bunch of red ribbons with a golden lock in the middle had wrapped Serena, immobilizing her. "You.... Idiot!" She lied on the floor unable to do a thing but watch. "We don't have time for this! I swear this Syndrome isn't the same as the oth- Ah!" "Naturally, I wouldn't want to hurt you but I have to show them the truth. I'll release you after it's all over. Don't struggle, it just tighten the cords." Vioretta was calm yet anxious, this next action was gamble. She just had to take a really huge risk and pray it would pay off. "NO! DON'T!" With that Serena cut herself off with the feeling of pain as she lay helpless on the ground.

"Now, you Mister hotshot. Little Ice-cream boy. You both are gonna go to sleep very soon." Vioretta let her emerald eyes wander to the two targets. Chrys could only get up, and stare at the new world around. What the flying fu. "My head... Dammit... W-what... What the heck did you do to the place!? It's made out of paper! H-huh!? A-augh!" Blake couldn't breathe. His cobalt eyes shimmered a violet glow, as he felt the air around him be choked out of his lungs. He couldn't do anything, he was tied and bound as the air around him slowly disappeared. Looking up he saw Vioretta's face, the damn bitch. His vision started to blur, he couldn't haer anything, he couldn't hear Serena's whimpering or Chrys' scream in hopes the Vioretta would stop. Not even the words that came out of Vioretta's mouth before everything slowly turned into sweet and a gentle oblivion.

"Looks like that's done, he'll be back in a couple of hours." Vioretta tried to reason, Chrys was at his breaking point. "You freakin bitch! I'LL KILL YOU!" He ran, well he tried to with the stun gun he had always kept in his back pocket only to be tied up much like Serena. "Stay out of this Kiku. Now it's your turn." With that Vioretta turned to Deamion and tried the same technique on him...

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"H-huh? Where am I? Ah, it's raining?" Blake's eyes shot open, on the floor he was, wet and muddy but alive. Looking up, he saw dark rain clouds hovering over him. The ground beneath him also drenched. But, his wound was still open, he didn't feel any pain like he did before. It was strange, he felt the rain run down his fair cheek like blood. Where was he? Looking forward, he looked at the horizon, seeing a flag. A feudal Japanese one? "These troops... I can't do anything... They will bury the rivers of Anegawa...!" He turned around, hearing a familiar voice. She was beautiful, even when drenched in the cold rain. "S-serena? What the heck is she...?" Questions were thrown around... What the hell was going on.

He found himself frozen, literally, in place. Some sort of invisible wall blocking his way. Andries was trying to pull him along, but even he couldn't get past whatever barrier had been put up. Helplessly, he could only watch as the world shifted before him, the buildings folding like paper, the colours washing off them like paint in the rain. Collapsing and shifting into what looked like a painted picture version of reality. To Deamion, he felt like he had stepped into the gallery at the old war museum. Except he was lost within a maze like parody of the room, one that stretched on infinitely from side to side, "This feels like inception." Andries breathed softly next to him. Pressed up against the barrier. A sick display case within the museum.

He had to still be asleep, this couldn't possibly be real. He was a sleep, hungover. Probably draped over a snoring CEO who was going to take off the moment he woke up. This couldn't be possible, watching snake like ribbons hiss and wrap around the rather petite girl, making her scream. He felt something catch in his throat, like a scream that didn't make it out in time. His chest tightened as he saw the razor boy fall as well, entrapped in ribbons when he tried to rush her. Instinctively, he grasped Andries' hand, holing him back in case he wanted to do the same. He didn't care what happened to him as long as Andries didn't get hurt as well. Even if this was a dream..he wasn't gonna let his friend get hurt.

"Don't you dare!" He growled, holding his ground as the woman turned to him. Her sharp gaze saw right through him as if he were glass. It was terrifying actually. He froze, suddenly feeling unsure as she looked at him. Starting to question what he was doing. If this was a dream then, he shouldn't be so afraid right? She couldn't really hurt him, but as the butterfly fluttered towards him, he couldn't help but feel his heart pound in his chest. He trembled, looked up at her almost questioningly before he felt the chords wrap around him. His feet bound tightly together and making him trip. He swore he heard Andries cry out as he hit the ground and damn all his fear if that Bitch hurt him. He struggled against the ropes, his vision blurring and a cloying numbness overtaking his senses.

"Deamion, don't you fucking pass out on me!" Andries kneeled down and shook him, the slap on his cheek leaving nothing but a quickly fading sting. He glanced up apologetically at his friend before the darkness took over. "Bitch! What the hell did you do to him?! What the hell do you fucking want from us?!"

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The first thing he registered was the rough coldness of concrete, rough and wet. The water rubbing down his cheek, soaking into his clothes and making it stick to his skin like a second layer. Startled, he leapt up. Stumbling across the rough terrain, he tried to get his bearings. Hugging himself tightly as the rain poured down on him, making his hair hang down in clumps. The rain tinted wind making him shiver as it blew against him. This didn't feel like a dream.

Where the hell was he? He couldn't see very much through the darkness and the blinding rain, but his ears pricked hearing a voice in the distance. He turned, running towards it. Be it enemy or friend, it would be better than aimlessly wandering around in the rain, he wanted to get dry.

Dammit, dammit, dammit! Where was he? It's wet, it's cold and his glasses were getting ruined! What a pain. "S-sarena! H-hey!" He tried to call out, the girl didn't seem to hear. She continued walking, as if she was ignoring his desperate cries. "H-hey! Serena... Wha-? Where did she go?" The air was thick with dread, the rain was something else. Serena had disappeared in one go. Leaving only a small white feather behind, he looked around. He really couldn't see anything but drenching rain that just fell and fell. The sky's tears continued to pour more and more. "D-dammit! Hey, Chrys!? Where are you?! If you're hiding from me I'm gonna be..." He turned to his right.... Or was it his left? Either way, he turned to the sound of a small but distinctive footstep. One that made the liquid splash, signifying the small glimmer of hope in his heart that it be someone he knew. Let his courage turn into foolhardiness, let his judgement turn into childish naivete. He really needed to hope. A figure, slim but definitely a man's, hair that was short and black but faded into many different colours. No mistake about it... "H-huh? It-it's you my prince... Wh-what are you doing here? It's cold and wet, you should be inside... Or are you just like me right now...?" He asked, he didn't like this situation at all. The raindrops just kept on pouring.

"You... What the hell is going on!? Tell me now! Or I'll.... Ah!" Chrys screamed at the top of his lungs before he ribs feel as if they being crushed together. Vioretta gave small glance with her emerald eyes, before looking at the other young man in the vicinity. "I have to do this for safety measures. Hold still." With that she let her purple butterfly summon another set of silky ribbons, wrapping themselves around the man as if her were a tree. Chrys looked at the boy in the similar situation as him with a sad smile, an enchanting smile perhaps, one that almost looked apologetic before switching to a look of uncontrolled rage towards the violet spellmcaster.. "Okay, look, there fine. I just sent them on a little trip that's all." The butterfly's wings spread open and it sent projections of the two in the soaking rain. "I have to show them something before they make a terrible mistake, okay? I promise they'll be fine." Vioretta folded her arms as the collaged reality around her added pictures of strange people onto it's walls. She just prayed and hoped this would turn out well.

He could barely make out the outline of figure in the distance under the heavy pour of rain. Their cries muffled out by the drumming of raindrops on the forest floor, pounding against the leaves and on his skull, a horrid parody of a reverberating piano tune. Harsh and heavy, soaking him to the bone and making his clothes stick against his body like a second skin. He raised a hand to protect his eyes and clear his vision as much as he could against the rain, water dripping off of him like blood from a wound. The figure seemed to move frantically, agitated and somewhat less urgent to get out of the rain than he was. Not stopping to consider whether the figure was friend or deadly foe, he dashed over towards him. His shoes splashing in the deep puddles littered along the ground, throwing up torrents of water and further wetting his pants, making it heavier and harder to run.

He shouldn't have wasted the effort. The moment he was in reach of the man, he was close enough to make out the dim details of the figure in the dark, the unmistakable call of 'prince' with that voice all too well confirmed his fear, "Don't call me that!" Was the first thing he hissed as he skidded to a stop next to Blake. Hunched over with his arms wrapped around himself, he shivered when he stopped moving and the little hope he had of real help had been crushed and smothered into the sodden ground. He wouldn't admit that, he was somewhat glad to have found Blake all the same or anyone for that matter. Determined to hide it, he pushed past Blake, "I don't know about you, but I'm finding shelter."

Hopefully there was some sort of shelter somewhere out there.

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Andries furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the entire situation, "Look lady." He started, not phased by the ribbon snakes that suddenly appeared up beside him. If he was to be tied up either way, he didn't want to be uncomfortable and waste energy struggling. Continuing as they started to wrap around him, making sure he had plenty of room to wriggle, "I don't care what the hell you're doing, I don't care who you are of whoever else you mess with." He glanced at Chrys, "No offense to you or your friend." He returned the smile,then turned back to ms Cray Cray, "If you have to do something, go ahead, but I want my friend unharmed, unchanged and mentally sound when you're done with him."

He glanced at the projection, "And if he catches a cold, you'll have to pay "