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(Weiss Schnee wrote all of this, and literally none of it is accurate. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm too lazy to change it, though. It's good for a laugh, I guess! I'm just a regular guy, thanks.)

Yo! My name's Kazuya Minegishi. I'm just your average boy... or so I thought! As it turns out, my world has a demon infestation problem, and guess who got roped into taking care of it? That's right. It's your boy.

Don't get me wrong-- I'm no hero. I'd rather be listening to cool music on my MP3 player than summoning demons. But hey, when the fate of the world and my friends is on the line, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.

Pretty cool, right? I'm so cool. I've since ascended to the throne and become the King of Demons. All the demons in the world now bow to me. I may look like a lanky boy, but I've got so much power and hunger for human souls.

My Future Plans

To rise up the ranks, of course! I currently live in the worst room possible, and it is my goal to take me and my friends to the top.

My Talents

Yo, they call me the King of Rap, the polymath prodigy,
Got skills so diverse, I'm a one-man symphony.
Chess boards tremble at my touch, kings bow to my gambits,
Checkmate in five, your intellect scattered in fragments.
But strategy ain't the only language I speak,
Fifty tongues on lock, conversation unique.
Mandarin to Maori, Farsi to French, I flow,
Every syllable a weapon, watch the knowledge overthrow.

Books devour me whole, knowledge my fuel,
IQ off the charts, Einstein eat your drool.
Philosophy dissected, science on my tongue,
History dances with future, a symphony unsung.
But don't mistake me for a brainiac in a gown,
My skills ain't confined to academia's crown.
Kitchen's my canvas, flames my brush, I paint,
Flavors explode, palates sing, no culinary complaint.
And when the chaos reigns, I'm the hurricane's eye,
Dust bunnies tremble, grime surrenders with a sigh.

This ain't just brag, it's a testament to life,
Each talent a facet, cutting through the strife.
Mind sharp as a rapier, words sharper than knives,
My bite ain't for aggression, it's wisdom that thrives.
So come one, come all, test the multi-faceted skill,
Board games or Babel, I'll conquer with will.
Renaissance Rap ain't a title, it's a soul unbound,
Where knowledge and passion in a masterpiece are found.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Forget books, music, and food. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!!!

Buckle up, because you're about to witness the wildest flight of your life - a honey-soaked, pollen-powered fever dream where bees sue humans for stealing their syrup! Imagine this: a world buzzing with disgruntled pollinators, led by a rogue honeybee with a taste for jazz and a bone to pick with Big Sugar. Picture him, wings slicked back with rebellious swagger, delivering courtroom diatribes against greedy humans harvesting their golden nectar.

Get ready for courtroom antics that would make a hornet laugh, with witness stands overflowing with jittery bumblebees and nervous ants. See bees in disguise infiltrate honey factories, unleashing chaos with pollen bombs and sticky sabotage. Witness epic courtroom showdowns, where the fate of a jar of honey hangs in the balance, and one sassy bee's rap skills hold the key to unlocking freedom for his buzzing brethren. So grab your pollen basket and prepare for a cinematic trip so bonkers, it'll leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about honey... and jazz.

My Ideal Partner

She is the winter's whisper, a breath of cool defiance in a world ablaze. Her beauty is sculpted ice, sharp angles softened by the ghost of a smile. Her eyes, the color of a glacier's heart, hold depths both chilling and captivating, promising untold stories etched in frost.

Her strength isn't the blaring anthem of a warrior, but the quiet hum of resilience, a willow that bends but never breaks. Her mind, a labyrinth of icy intellect, houses a cunning that outmaneuvers the mightiest storms. Yet, beneath the glacial facade lies a hidden well of empathy, a warmth that thaws frozen hearts with the gentle grace of a spring thaw.

She is a paradox, a symphony of contradictions played on the strings of fate. A creature of both elegance and grit, where icy brilliance dances with the raw power of a blizzard. She is the woman who walks through fire, not unscathed, but ever more resplendent for the kiss of the flames.

She is, quite simply, unforgettable. And though the world may try to confine her, to label her as fragile or cold, she will forever be the untamed spirit, the whisper of winter that carves its own path through the storm.

Though, I suppose anyone with similar traits will do. I'm very easy!

Height 6 feet Body Type Sexy and muscular 💪 rawr Smokes Smokes DEMONIC ENERGY Drinks water Drugs Just the ones in the food here Sign demons don't have birthdays Education Smart Occupation The King of Demons Income A lot Children NONE Pets The fifty million demons under my command Hobbies Writing poems, reading books, listening to music, playing video games

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01. WINE OR BEER

Wine. I'm very classy.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

No one would want to choose either of these choices

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Hot showers with others ;)

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Ninjas

.05 TITS OR ASS

Breasts in my hands and my penis in someone's ass

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

None

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Winter

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Leather. I'm a very, very bad demon!!!

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

The one where there's biting ;)

Personality Type
ESTP-A

ENERGY52%
EXTRAVERTED
MIND66%
OBSERVANT
NATURE61%
THINKING
TACTICS58%
PROSPECTING
IDENTITY68%
ASSERTIVE

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Does what bother me?

[ He can guess, but he wants to hear it from Akira, just in case he's wrong.

It's not particularly unknown that he doesn't much care for being a demon, but just in case. ]

[lifts a hand to tap his own eyes-- or. well, the edges of his glasses, actually. Akira has certainly picked up on the fact that Kazuya would much rather be human. . . so perhaps having his pretty glowing irises pointed out is a sore spot and not a compliment. . .?]

Your eyes glowing a bit in the dark. It's okay if it does.

[Akira thinks they're nice, but what he thinks ultimately doesn't matter, and he knows it]

I don't care for it, no. But it doesn't exactly bother me either.

[It's strange. Sometimes he's fine with it, sometimes he isn't. Maybe it's because that specific trait had come as a surprise to him that it'd caught him off-guard and made him a little uncomfortable.

Weird.]

It's nice to know that you like it, though.

[Since what Akira said did come from a genuine place, it makes it easier on him than having it just pointed out as a weird quirk.]

[it might be a strange contradiction, and yet. . . Akira understands. few things in the world were black and white, and that certainly included human (and it is solidly human, despite Kazuya being a demon) emotion]

[a small laugh, and he gives their entwined hands a little swing]

I thought they were pretty. That's all.

[but he won't harp on it. THOUGH. . . THIS DOES MAKE HIM WONDER. . .]

Can I ask you about flying? Or would you rather not talk about that, either?

[He gives a thoughtful hum, swings their hands a little, before Akira comes back to another point that he'd made unwittingly.

Ah, well. He supposes that's a fair question, and it's nice that he's considering his feelings in the matter too, so he just shrugs.]

I have wings.

[Simple, no muss, no fuss. Though that also opens up the question of where said wings are, doesn't it? So he's forced to continue on.]

Rather, I can manifest them at will. Very demonic. Very cool.

[oh my god. that's so fucking rad. but out of politeness and consideration for Kazuya's discomfort over his demonic aspects, Akira will not ask to see them. EVEN THOUGH HE WANTS TO]

Extremely cool?? Do you ever go flying just for fun?

[just to feel the wind in his hair? to admire the vastness of the open sky in front of him??]

No.

[??? It's a pain in the butt!!! However:]

Do you wanna see 'em?

[Since Akira is so seemingly enamoured with the concept of having wings.... And because Kazuya likes him enough to show him to begin with.]

[. . . !!!!!]

Yes.

[IMMEDIATE RESPONSE. but he does follow it up with:]

But you don't have to show me if you don't want to.

[it may be less the concept of having wings and more. . . the thought of flying, for him. after all, nothing feels more like freedom than the sky, right? or maybe that's just him!!]

I'm offering because I like you enough to.

[So! Take that W, Akira!

Kazuya shakes his hand free of his, and exhales softly as he moves to remove his shirt. It's a small part of the reason he just doesn't, aside from the fact that they're large and unwieldy. It'd be such a pain to wander around this place with wings, even if they were firmly folded against his back the entire time. Plus, it's a little weird wandering around shirtless, you know?

Either way, it doesn't take too long before darkness seems to coalesce and take shape at his back, hazy at first like a thick, black fog, before the wings become solid at his back. They're more traditionally demonic than one might expect, leathery like a bats and smooth, soft and velvety to the touch, should Akira decide to.

Kazuya invites him to do so, of course.]

You can feel them if you want, just be careful... I don't have them out often, so they're pretty sensitive to touch.

[somehow, it hadn't occurred to Akira that wing summoning would require shirt removal. but now that he thinks about it, that garment would probably get in the way, wouldn't it? or at the very least, the wings would shred it to pieces]

[and so he politely averts his gaze while Kazuya undresses, only turning it back when shades of darkness dance in the corners of his vision. he watches as wings appear amidst dark black smoke, mouth parting slightly in open and honest awe]

Wow. . .

[at the invitation to touch, Akira starts, surprised at the offer. but it isn't one he turns down as he reaches out with a careful hand, brushing his knuckles against the velvety drapes between the boning]

. . . very impressive, Kazuya.

[There's a minor flinch at first contact, but other than that, he stays remarkably still for the rest of those curious touches. Like the rest of him, the wings are warm to the touch, and soft beneath his knuckles.]

Right? Fastest way around Makai is to fly, so I had to get good at it pretty fast, honestly. Otherwise I'd be stuck walking, or riding other demons. Not a very kingly image being carried by Garuda, you know?

[the gentle brush of Akira's knuckles continues towards one of the wing's bones, where he then allows fingers to trace up and down the more solid structure, openly curious. he's mindful of Kazuya's reactions to each and every touch, prepared to pull back if he accidentally hits something he shouldn't]

[a lightly amused huff at the comment about Garuda]

Nope. Not at all. I can admire a king who takes matters into his own hands, too.

[and doesn't just rely on his lackies to cart him around]

[Every now and again his breath hitches at the exploratory touch, the light contact sending tingles through the limb and down his spine. It's not quite pleasant, but it's not not pleasant either.]

I didn't take you as someone so into royalty.

[What with his attitude against people in power.]

I'm not.

[a quick and easy response, given with a slight twitch to the corners of his lips. he notices those hitched breaths, pausing every single time he gets one, only to continue explorations shortly afterwards. as long as Kazuya isn't telling him to stop, then Akira will let his curiosity get the best of him!]

I'm more of a "down with the monarchy" kind of guy. But--

[hn. . . how best to put it. . .?]

I'm also a realist. Where I come from, tearing people out of positions of power is easier said than done. [though he has managed! a few times!!] So when I meet someone who takes their responsibilities seriously, I admire it.

Huh.

[A realist? Well, sure. He gets it, especially after what he's seen. So he can agree that tearing people out of positions of power when they abuse them is a good thing, and something that should be done.

The wing being touched stretches a little, opening wider so that Akira can explore more as he pleases.]

Guess I should be careful around you, huh? Don't wanna lose my kingly throne to some nobody.

[... He's teasing! A smart thing to do, when someone has their hands on a very sensitive part of you...]

[it sure is a good thing!! what would Akira had done if CERTAIN PEOPLE back home had maintained their corruptive influence over the masses? that sure would have sucked!]

[but he has also met people who use their authority for the betterment of the people around them-- Yoshida, the former diet member. Niijima, the prosecutor turned defense attorney attempting to reform the system from within. Zenkichi, the proud public security officer who just wanted to fight for justice]

[those are the people that keep Akira from being a full on anarchist tbqh]

[his grin widens, something playful sparking to life in his eyes as he lays his palm flat against soft velvet, then curving his fingers inwards slightly to give it a little scritch]

Hey now, I'm a pretty proud nobody. [he doesn't need the spotlight that badly!] I've mastered the art of being completely average.

[That scritch? That gives Kazuya a full body shiver, the wing reflexively folding around that hand in response.]

Whoa...

[... Not to what Akira is saying, but to the sensation! It's weird! He's got goosebumps now...]

It's way more sensitive than I thought...

[Even after Akechi fucked around with his wings, all those months ago.

Maybe he deserves this.]

[. . .]

[. . . . . . . .]

[. . . . . . . . . . .]

[heh]

[there's something catlike about the way Akira stares at Kazuya, brows raised, his grin widening from cheek to cheek, full of mischief. that's all it took for a reaction that powerful, hm. . .?]

[. . .]

[what else is he allowed to get away with, here??]

[Akira lifts his other hand, pressing fingers another panel of velvet drapery, giving it another scritch similar to the first one. two-pronged assault!!]

Sensitive in a good way. . . ?

[do that again?? that's what Kazuya meant, right??]

[That garners a small sound of surprise, and his hands come up as he flinches visibly. It's not painful! It doesn't hurt! But it is a strong sensation that ricochets through his body like a stray bullet.]

Don't look so pleased with yourself for that one... I told you they were sensitive!

[... In a good way, is obvious, from the way Kazuya tightens the other wing to his body just in case Akira gets a smart idea to attack that one as well...]

[DON'T BLAME HIM FOR BEING SO PLEASED!! HIM?? FLUSTER KAZUYA?? INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND?? best day of his life in the resort thus far. he had no idea this was even possible. somewhere, in the recesses of his brain, Akira has locked Kazuya as. . . someone way out of his league. so it feels a little nice, to bridge that gap between them]

[it's a smart play, to fold the wing around himself so Akira can't assault them both at the same time. he was totally going to go for it! but as a backup plan, he enters full on scritch mode with the wing he has now, stroking fingers across the smooth velvet insides in long, slow lines]

I can't help it. . .!

[he can he just does not want to]

I don't think I've ever seen you like this before. I'm just taking a moment!

[to enjoy it!]

[Oh... His knees feel weak. There's nowhere to sit! He could easily, easily get out of this by just moving away, or better yet, dismissing the wings entirely!

But he doesn't, because he may be a little bit numb-brained from the scritching, with how it constantly sends pleasant little sparks down his spine. Even still, he puts up a little bit of a fight for it.]

What do you mean "Like this"? It's not like I have wings out normally, you know.

[... His hands are opening and closing slightly now, tensing and relaxing as he needs to do something to deal with this nervous energy building up in him. If he had a tail, it'd be lashing back and forth right now.]

[he could even use those wings to smack Akira's hands away. he'd take it in stride!!]

I don't mean the wings.

[leeeaning to the side a bit, so his face hovers a bit closer to Kazuya's, where his companion can see the amusement dancing on his features]

I mean. . . you look a little hot and bothered. That's all.

[another long scritch! this time all the way from top to bottom, almost like a cat dragging its claws down a scratching post. but with less force, of course]

I told-

[Oh! Oh! Death for Akira! Death immediately!

Because as he drags his fingers down his wing, there's a full body shudder, a weak, strangled noise, and his hands shoot out, dropping his shirt in the grass in favour of grabbing Akira by his and pulling him in hard to kiss him even harder.

This is what he deserves! Teasing him! Working him up without knowing it! Or maybe he did know it, and that makes it even worse, somehow!]

-- You, they're sensitive! Of course I'm hot and bothered by the way you're touching it!

[DEATH FOR AKIRA, NO JURY WOULD CONVICT!!]

-- !

[the kiss is so sudden that Akira has absolutely no time to process it or reciprocate. Kazuya catches him in open-mouthed surprise, features slack, eyes wide as his brain tries to catch up with the pressure against his lips]

[?!?]

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[and then Kazuya is gone, leaving Akira blinking at him with owlish daze. at least. . . for a few seconds]

[. . .]

[a few short seconds]

[slowly, that bemusement morphs into another grin. fingers dig into Kazuya's wings again, almost threatening]

Now who's the thief?

[HEH]

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