[drabble][Mercy Street, Shinji, PG-13] Sleeping with Your Devil Mask

[ajremix]

Title: Sleeping with Your Devil Mask
Fandom: Bleach RP mercy_street_rp
Rating: PG-13 for lots of blood
Word Count: 486
Characters: Shinji and the rest of the Vizord family
In response to: A late birthday present for mei_yanohi and Halloween~
Summary: The night death takes over the streets.



Halloween, in most parts of the city, could be very dangerous. Because of it (or perhaps the cause of it) the gangs moved against each other blatantly in the hours of darkness. By now no one had to warn their children to be careful during the nights, everyone knew that monsters were real and they roamed in the shadows in bone white masks and spectral grins.

Shinji’s mask had a wide, toothy grin that was an exaggerated mockery of his own and he kept it in great care throughout the year. Sometimes he’d take it out and clean the dust, or just trail his fingers down where he remembered it to be splattered with blood, mildly surprised that it’s still pristine despite being bathed in death during the course of one night.

An Arrancar mask shattered under a heavy boot, blood seeping through the cracks and when Shinji looked at Lisa, her eyes hooded under her own white skull, he knew she was smiling in the sickly dark way that sent shivers of revulsion and pleasure through his body. Rose was on her other side, his long hair pulled back and not caring that his weapon of choice was dripping someone’s life on his pant leg.

Shinji knew the Arrancar were doing the same deep in Vizord territory, slaughtering those they came across with ghost faces covering their own. It was a senselessness that Shinji, on any other day, would rage about. But here, with a hunter’s moon in his blood like a rolling tide, Shinji reveled in it.

Footsteps approached and announced the faces of Mashiro and Hacchi and Kensei, familiar under their grins of white death. Mashiro’s vibrant energy was focused to a fine edge of piano wire, too thin to see, too deadly to ignore. Street lights accented each hard edge of Kensei’s body, blood splashed up his arms, causing each flex of muscle to gleam in gothic delight. Even Hacchi was a frightening specter in his own leering mask, sucking lives in the void of his giant hands, never full of the sensation of bodies breaking between them.

They moved down the street as faceless predators, looking to swarm over whoever they came across with a hunger. Hiyori and Love joined them on silent feet, their gleeful bloodlust thrumming in time with Shinji’s body.

When it came down to it, the Arrancar were weak in one area where the Vizords were at their strongest. No one could touch the eight of them and for every one of his people the Arrancar killed the rest of the year Shinji made sure three of their fell this night. With every toll to the body count he could put each name branded in his mind to rest as they flew through the night leaving cultures to flock carefully in their wake.

This, Shinji’s manic grin spread much like his mask’s, is the night demons roamed.

Comments

[mei-play.livejournal.com]

o_o Oh... my god. That is so. Fucking. HOT. Thank you SO MUCH, Virgo, this is totally amazing. This game needs way more of the Vizords killing some bitches. Oh man. Shinji is way sexy when he's homicidal.

[tsukishine.livejournal.com]

UNF. ♥♥♥♥♥ Awesome. Amazingly awesome.