King of Spades || Lookism x Male Reader

A Single Pair

Dedication and loyalty. These words seem like such strong ironclad words meaning bonding your life in the service of another. These words are such fickle things in the modern world we live in but in certain instances, these examples can still be seen.

???: Ah...

???: My face... my... nose...

When one doesn't have a dream, the existence they lead is wasted. A human with no purpose slowing down the movement of the sands of time. Thus, is it not better to dedicate the dreamless to the hopes of another?

A battered and bruised figure clawed at the cement beneath him. His desperate fingers trying to pull him forward from the cracks and thuds filling his ears. Others cried out in pain, the damage being dealt to them as well before suddenly his movement was halted by a foot placing itself on his back.

???: Gah! P-Please I surrender! I-I-

???: Can you walk?

???: H-Huh? YES! YeS, I have legs!

???: Get your pals together and kneel at the edge of the street. I want all of you on your knees with your hands in your laps.

???: Yes sir! Yes sir!

The foot pried off of his back and he scuttled away. The assaulting male took a breath and began walking toward the opposite end of the street where the bodies should be waiting. His footsteps clapped onto the ground underneath him giving him a rhythmic beat to distract his bored mind. He lifted his gaze and found a few of the figures he had been dealing with already lined up as the other kid scampered around. The male strode forward and just managed to catch something in earshot.

???: Tsk... that bastard got the drop on us. Look at em make us kneel l-

The muttering male's head was suddenly thrust forward until his face crashed onto the concrete before him. A leg stretched over his hunched back with an old tattered black converse resting on the back of his head.

???: Bow your heads in respect.

The other gathered males quickly bowed forward to rest their heads upon the ground as two voices began filling the air in between the hustle and bustle of the city around them. The only difference was these voices seemed to belong to two girls. One seemed a tad bit deeper, an air of mature grace surrounding it while the other seemed to be childlike or at least a high pitch but much more relaxed than the other.

???: Can we get some chicken after this?

???: No.

???: Aww why not?! C'mon, we have to celebrate something like this!

???: Will you shush?! We have to prove we are in charge then we can talk about that stuff!

The voices grew closer and closer until the two voices finally had bodies to be mapped to. The first female to turn the corner was certainly a looker. Her figure was slender with clothes that clung to her curves. Her attire wasn't really anything special though, a tank top with a cheap jacket tired around her waist. She wore jeans and boots and had a generally relaxed look about her. She was gorgeous with elegant features and a different haircut than most girls. She wore her hair in an almost curly pixie cut, a few of her soft blonde hair hanging in her face to reveal the brown undercut beneath as well as her piercing brown eyes. Following her was a girl a few inches shorter but looked remarkably the same and different at the same time. She wore even more relaxed clothing with running shoes and jeans cleaning to her legs while her top was covered in a baggy green hoodie. Her features matched the first girl except her face was more doll-like than slender and her eyes were a much warmer hazel brown. Her hair was also more typical of shoulder-length bouncy brown hair. The second looked up and waved her hands with a closed-eye smile.