This is a private roleplay between Schrodinger and myself. That means that you can't post here, and if you do you'll be reported for spammed. Got that? Good.

"...make a left at Michigan avenue... there at the corner..." Seth read the directions off to himself- he was on his way to meet his girlfriend, Haylee, who was going to take him partying. He was only seventeen, but the twenty-two-year-old had agreed to fetch him a fake ID so he could accompany her.

She was so sweet; in that disgusting, slutty kind of way.

He stopped for a moment and took a quick glance around; he was in the dead center of some sleezy streetway, dimly lit by the fizzing neon signs of strip clubs and forever-vacant motels. It was empty, dark, and quiet.
He decided he liked it.

He moved quickly, dodging to avoid the clumsy kicks and punches being thrown at him. He was just a blur of black, flesh, and bright red eyes, until a fist finally collided with the side of his head. Slightly dazed but without missing a beat, he grabbed the man by the wrist and twisted his arm until he heard two snaps from the limb.

The man who'd assaulted him cried out, only to have Zaitsu's body slam up against him, driving him into the brick wall.

Zaitsu let go of him, straightening out his shirt and giving the man a dirty look. "Might wanna pick a fight you can win," he growled, spitting on the round and turning to walk away, slipping his thumbs into his pockets.

Seth's head snapped up at the sound of a scuffle and a cry of pain. He stuffed the note with the directions in his pocket and fingered the tazer under his jacket. He hoped it wasn't some drunk meandering around starting trouble.
Seth continued down the sidewalk, one hand in his jacket on the tazer, the other on the side of his glasses, trying to make out every shadow on the street.

After walking several yards, he stopped, leaning his back against the brick of a building. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his black hoodie that he wore open and falling off his bare shoulders. Removing a cigarette from the pack, he retrieved his lighter from his other hoodie pocket and lit his cigarette, taking a deep drag and savoring the taste of the smoke and the feeling of the nicotine in his lungs.

Slowly exhaling, he put his lighter and cigarettes back in his pockets and closed his eyes briefly, content to just stand there for the moment.

Seth stopped. There. He saw a light from a cigarette, and the outline of a silhouette.
He took the tazer from his jacket and flipped it on; it buzzed with electricity and let our a fuzzy blue light, which illuminated his face and reflected off his glaces.
He moved along the sidewalk slowly, creeping steadily closer to the smoking man.

He looked up, though his head didn't move. A slight glow came off his bright red orbs, as though daring him to try anything. He took another pull from his cigarette, remaining silent.

Seth took a huge step back. D-did that guy's eyes just...?
No, no...

Seth shook his head and regained his composure somewhat.
"Nice...contacts." He said simply. He couldn't figure out why he was talking to this guy but...

"Not wearing contacts," he replied quietly, though it was almost a growl. Though he was obviously taking deep puffs from his cigarette, it was burning impossibly slow, especially for how much smoke he was able to exhale at once. Almost as though the cancer stick he held was burning in slow motion.

"...are you serious...?"
Seth didn't believe it, of course. He raised an eyebrow and turned off the tazer, tucking it back into his jacket.

"...you make a habit of sitting around here in the dark? Or is it that you can't go out into the light?"
Seth snorted with poorly contained snark. What a loser this guy was...

"Yeah, let's go with that," he said, biting the filter of his cigarette, bending his knees slightly, then jumping upwards, landing on the roof of the building he was leaning against, two stories up. A large puff of smoke could be seen over the edge of the roof as he quickly finished his cancer stick.

Seth's eyes went so wide they hurt as he gaped at the rooftop.
He did not just see that.
He did not just see that.
He did not ju-
"Seeeeeeth~!"
Seth's thoughts of disbelief were cut off by the sickly-sweet voice of his girlfriend flagging him down, along with four or five of her friends. He shook his head and walked over to them all, calmly as he could.

"Hey babe," he said casually, giving her a quick kiss. She giggled and took his arm in her own.
"Isn't he just, like, so charming? You'd hardly guess he was, like, a high school kid," Haylee cooed, snuggling into Seth's shoulder. Her friends seemed to approve as well, and the group waltzed down the avenue towards the bar.

--

About three days later, Seth was strolling down that same street. He had decided to skip school- not like his parents would notice, and he could always bribe his caretaker, Louis, so he wasn't worried about being caught.
He tucked his hands in his pockets to protect them from the autumn chill, and looked around a bit.
Funny how different the avenue looked during the day- there wasn't a soul around, but at night it was clogged with party-goers, hookers, and gamblers.
Seth looked over to his left and saw that two-story building that weirdo had jumped on. Had he walked in on some sort of TV show or something?
Either way, that was a pretty cool stunt... even if the guy himself was a total loser. I mean, come on, who walks around in the dark wearing red contacts and acting like some kind of vampire?
Losers, that's who.

"Halfbreed!" came a shout, a rather large man striking at the smaller black haired man. The smaller man managed to dodge just barely, a crack in the brick where the larger man's fist had collided with it.

"Shit! Why do you have to pick on me!?" Zaitsu yelled, quickly trying to run.

"Because Aidans don't deserve Zonchii blood in their veins!" the man shouted after him, pursuing.

"What the fuck do you care!? You're a Cozu!" He was thrown back by a kick to his side, flinging him into the side of the building. He slumped over just a little, trying to catch his breath. "What the hell... I didn't do a damn thing to you..." he panted.

"No, but I'm going to do something to you," he said with a dark smirk, straightening his right arm out, a sword emerging from his palm.

"Oh come on..." he nearly whimpered. "This is totally unfair." He straightened out his right arm, his own sword emerging from his palm. There was a loud clash of metal, and blood spilled, but Zaitsu, though injured, wasn't dead. He managed to thrust his sword through the other's chest.

The larger man fell, dead. The metal of his sword melted to blood on the pavement. Zaitsu pulled himself to his feet, his sword going back into his arm. Holding a wound on his left side, he slowly began clumsily walking away, leaving a few drops of blood here and there from the wound the other man had inflicted on him.

Seth, who had been frozen in absolute shock after watching the fight, snapped out of it at the sight of the wounded man in front of him. That was that freak from a few days ago! And he just killed somebody! Part of him said run, the other said call the cops, and the other part said help that guy. He was completely stunned and unsure, so he went with his gut- do something before someone else ends up dead. Besides, he had a tazer, and that guy was in worse shape than he was.
Seth gathered his bearings and ran towards the wounded man, giving him a quick once-over.
"A-are you... alright...?"
Well, what do you say in that situation? "Oh, hi, I just noticed you stabbed that guy with a magic sword, after you had an argument that sounded vaguely reminiscent of some manga I read. Would you mind terribly if I called the police?"
Ha! Yeah right.

"Yeah, just fine," he cringed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Never better. What do you want?"

He cringed again, doubling over and nearly falling where he stood.

"...fine, you can bleed to death, douchebag, but in the meantime what just happened with that guy over there?" Seth stared at the bleeding man in front of him with no small amount of suspicion.
"And I want the truth... no funny business... or I'll call the cops."
If this guy was like some kind of gangster or serial killer...
Seth pushed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and palmed his pocket where he kept the tazer.
He'd been touching that thing a lot lately...

"He tried to kill me, what do you think happened?" he cringed, finally collapsing. The amount of blood he was losing would be almost assuredly fatal for a human. He let out a loud cry, large, black feathered wings forcing their way through his clothing. He rolled onto his side, his wound facing the sky now, and he let out another, less pain-filled cry as his black hair twisted into black feathers.

Seth gawked again at the horrific sight. You know what this was? It was a trip. A weird, really bad trip. He was high, that's what it was...
That had to be it.
The dark-haired teen took a step back at the cries and tearing noises and blood and ugh he was going to puke. But at the same time, what about this guy? He was gushing like a cracked dam! Seth ran through a list of scenarios in his head, and decided the best thing to do was at least attempt to help. If he just left him to die, wouldn't that count as murder?
Seth trotted over to where the injured man lay and gingerly attempted to prop him up.
"Hey, listen- my name is Seth, and I'm going to help you... alright?"

"Y-you can t-try," he cringed through his rapid, sharp breaths. He let out a painful groan, his pupils becoming slitted and both his upper and lower canines becoming long and very sharp. His fingernails beginning to resemble black talons.

This... this was gross. This was gross. This was so, so gross...
Seth's stomach jumped around, and he felt nauseous. There was so much blood and the body parts were popping out of his back and shit was extending and damn that looked painful...
Seth couldn't help it, he turned away from the curled-up mess of a man in front of him and promptly lost his breakfast.
After one or two dry heaves, he turned back, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
"W-what do you want done...? Do I have to wait until you're done squirming or something?"

"I can't stay here," he said weakly, cringing. "If someone finds me I'll be killed..."

The blood loss was finally starting to get to him, though his body didn't seem to be in a short supply by the way his wound was still bleeding. His eyes were starting to slip closed, an overwhelming sense of exhaustion spreading over him.

"...this is just weird..." Seth mumbled to himself while he tried his best to make the man below him sit up. "Just keep your eyes open, okay? It's gonna be harder to carry you if you pass out. Ugh, since when did I become such a good samaritan?"
Seth attempted to prop the guy up one more time, trying to stand up with him in his arms.

[I'm gonna hit the sack... g'night.]