The Start of a Deady Friendship|Private|Lucius|

Rokuro was passing through the city on his many endeavors, he had taken up a gig he couldn't refuse. He killed the guy he was asked to kill and collected the gold that now sat happily jingling in his pocket. This particular night, Rokuro wasn't in the mood to put on his innocent act, he had a long day of work and was in the mood for some heavy drinks. He was able to keep his head straight despite drinking such strong drinks, they just never seemed to work on him. Rokuro walked into the closest bar he found, sitting on a stool and asking for a glass of vodka. He sat and drank it happily, loving the burning sensation going down his throat. He unfortunately was sitting next to a man who seemed drunk out of his mind, his remarks were pissing Roku off, he was on the verge of taking this senseless bastard outside to take care of him personally. His eyebrow twitched in frustration as he say there's, ignoring anyone that was around him. Including a very tall young man with green hair sitting a few seats away.

Rokuro had had enough of this guy. His sanity was starting to break, one of the things he hated most in this world were people that got on his nerves. He would put this bitch in his place, and he knew exactly how to do it, and he was excited for it. 

He politely asked the guy some stupid lie about something outside, he couldn't just drag him out of course. That's way too suspicious of him to do, he made very small talk with this guy putting on his innocent act, like he was gunna help this guy out somehow. However... that was a very blatant lie, as Rokuro had very, very different intentions. 

Rokuro had failed to notice someone was following him due to their stealthiness. But he didn't really care, usually if they witnessed anything they'd scream and try to run away but... Rokuro would always destroy the evidence. 

Once Rokuro knew he was in the clear in this alleyway he changed in a fraction of a second, suddenly throwing this guy against a brick wall with all his force. His eyes were dark and shaded as he had this guy pinned by his throat. He looked at him with sudden horror, but he didn't seem worried... his fight or flight reflex was being blocked by all the alcohol in his system.  It was a sad way to die really, out alone drunk with your corpse left to decay in an alleyway. 

Rokuro had proceeded to beat up this goon only using his fists, the guy was too drunk to fight back but he had him on the ground. Then Rokuro did something that seemed a little odd at first, but after a few seconds it makes sense. He slit his right wrist with his fingernails, blood oozing out at a very almost scary rate. but not a drop touched the floor as the blood hardened to form a long blade. That Rokuro proceeded to use to stab the man repeatedly before seperating his head from his shoulders. He didn't pick up the head, this guy wasn't worth taking back as a trophy. 

Rokuro licked some blood off his maroon blade and turned up his nose, spitting it out. "Damn blood tastes like booze and poor decisions..." He scowled, kicking the head aside before looking up to see the green hair'd man from the bar standing in front of him. Rokuro tapped his blade on the concrete, smiling up at him. "what, ya like what ya see?" he said with a wide grin plastered on his bloody face.

Rokuro tapped his blade on the floor before he snickered a little, rubbing the back of his head. "well of course, what kind of assassin would I be to not dispose of a body?" he smiled, picking up the man's headless corpse before noticing the head still laying on the ground. "oh..would you mind grabbing that?" Rokuro asked calmly as he began to drag the body out to the nearby wilderness area that was thankfully right behind the bar, "what do you suggest we do with it? We could bury it, or..." Rokuro thought scratching his chin

Rokuro thought about this boy's idea before nodding in agreement with it. "sounds good to me!" Roku added, the bar wasn't too far away, so rokuro put the body on the ground before running back and grabbing a mostly empty bag out of a dumpster. He ran back, and put the body inside. along with the head he took from the green hair'd boy. he tied it shut, and threw it in the water. he jumped in himself, moving stone after stone out of the way to make a hole under the rather rough current. he pushed the body under the water, and had the boy help him cover it with rocks. It looked like it had never been there in the first place. 

"Nice work, man" Rokuro stood with his black jeans soaking wet in the water and ran his wet hand through his spiky hair, slicking it back. "oh, now i've realized... i dont even know you name! Mine's Rokuro Katsura, what about you?" He held his hand out to shake with the lad that was much taller than him. he seemed younger than him though, despite his height.

Rokuro knew he had to remember his name, i mean its not every day that you meet someone that has the same specialty as you, especially when that specialty is senselessly killing people for money and pleasure. 

"W-wait!" Rokuro called out to Lucius, feeling embarrassed to call after him like that. But he couldn't let this chance go to waste. Rokuro rubbed his arm sheepishly, "Maybe we could uh... take a gig sometime? you know, assassin to assassin?" He asked, "any way we could keep in touch, maybe? i mean its not everyday you meet people that do what you do, when that thing is killing people for a living" He smiled and rubbed the back of his head with a small laugh.