Hot spring treachery(admin)

The demon went to the kichan and grabbed a knife. He laughed lightly. "I must say i never considered doing this before. Well there is a first time for everything." He walked closer to her so that the blood would get on her. Akuma tried to find the right place to cut to make it look good but not to cause any major damage. He took the knife and dragged it lightly across his chest. Shallow enough so that it wouldn't kill him but deep enough to give the women the blood she needed. When he was done he handed her the knife for extra evidence. "Next time you get to do that and i stand and watch ok?" He said smiling through the pain. She was so horrible to him yet the girl was also incredabbly smart and witty. Things he liked in women it would be a shame when he had to kill her. Hopefully Astreal wouldn't give him a reason to he enjoyed being close to her, maybe someday they would be enven closer. He was unaware that he was smiling pervertedly and looking right at her breasts

Astareal took the knife, looking at it like it was a useless tool. She didn't need that, really. She could've done all of that with her sword and it would've made it a bit more believable. Then again, she was a pretty good liar. "This is rather strange, but it'll work." Gingerly she reached out her hand and touched his chest, getting some blood on her hand and wiping it on her dress. It had better'd wash out or she'd have to beat him up for real. She then took what blood was left over and made it look like her fist was a bit bloody, then wiped little smudgees here and there. Why not? It was hard telling what would happen next, anyways. She then looked up and saw his face. She didn't really know how to react. "I would kill you for looking at me like that, but you're the reason I'm getting paid. And I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure that I'm not nuts enough to cut myself, especially on my chest. You really are lucky I feel bad for you. That looks like it must hurt." The scent of blood was bound to be driving that Mordicant crazy, so she had to get back outside and stop him from doing something stupid. She walked over, kissed Akuma on the cheek for thanks, turned around and left just as suddenly as she had appeared.

((Lucy time! ))

(( LOL omg she kissed him))

Akuma stood there and listened to her comments. He didn't get the chance to response before she left. Well he definitely didn't plan on doing that again it hurt a lot. Though he did get a kiss out of it so he suppose it was worth it. That and the alternative could have been worse. Groggily he picked up his couch and layed on it. Surly there wouldn't be anymore visitors so fixing the house could wait.

He half wondered what Astreal would say to the dragon. Thinking he wondered if maybe it would be more believable if he were to hurt her a little. Did she honestly expect to fool the dragon into thinking that he got beat up with out putting up a fight? Well the sorcerer was smart so perhaps she would think of a way. This definitely called for a second date only next time she could be the one laying down bleeding. Why did he have to like her yet hate her so much. Such annoying and conflicting emotions he really needed to fix those.

((Lol I have a pun to use! Yay! A pun! Make that two of them. ))

Lucien was randomly wandering around, bored out of his mind. He had no idea what he was doing, nor what he was going to do. Instead, he was following a large black dragon in the sky, curious to see where it was going. Hiding behind the tree, he saw that Necromancer, Keykku, and... some freaky flaming wolf thing that was actually rather scary. Lucien looked at it and waited until they left to go check it out.

He walked out near where Astareal had come up and looked around. Nothing there, really. Until his foot got caught by a weed, he tripped, fell right through the door and landed in Akuma's house. Once there, all he could do was lay there, confused. Slowly getting up, he wandered into the living room, where the door was broken and everything seemed to be a mess. He looked at the guy on the couch and flinched at the sight of his chest.

Rubbing the back of his head, he looked at the guy on the couch. "Sorry about... I just dropped in because I got a little caught up in what was going on." Lucien smiled, a bit half heartedly, and looked around.

Akuma looked at the guy and sighed. It was just going to be one of those days. Getting up he looked at the guy who looked rather like a girl. Clutching his chest he looked over the guy. "I'm not sure whether i should be embarrassed or annoyed at having a guest." The demon commented in a bored tone. He wondered why the guy didn't just climb back up to the surface if he really did fall instead of poking around in other peoples homes. Perhaps that was a lie and the man was here for some other reason. The white haired man stood there not sure what else to do. Attacking someone in this condition wouldn't be very smart so it was best to wait and see what the guy wanted.

((I'm tempted to make him have broken the way to climb out just to add to the list of broken things lol))

Lucien caught himself staring at the wound and then quickly looked away. When they guy spoke, he looked back at him. "I don't know either, but I'll leave. I was just wondering why that Necromancer and the dragon were here, that was all. As I said, I got caught up and then just dropped right on in. Accidentally, of course. But, if you would like, I'll leave." Lucien smiled half heartedly and turned around, not even bothering to offer assistance. Why? The guy seemed able to manage on his own. He had better things to do than stare at some guy's chest all day. He shook his head at the thought.

(( LOL poor Akuma does not have much of a house............OMG i have a thread idea. Akuma could try to move in with Astreal. XD we should end this one and you can start the new one.))

The demon didn't bother to answer the guys question as he turned to go. Akuma thought the guy would be fun enough to play around with..but not today. When the guy left he looked around at the state of his home and sighed in annoyance. He might as well leave after all he was suppose to be 'dead'. So there was no reason to stay where someone could find him. That and the house would take years to fix. Making his way through the rubble he picked up a cloak and a change of clothes. Since the women destroyed his home she had better be willing to let him stay with her. Or at the very least have her zombies make him a new one. Grumbling he changed and pulled the cloak over his face to disguise his identity and climbed up to the surface once the coast was clear. All he had to do was find the women, easier said then done unfortunately. This was definitely a day he would be glad to put behind him.