All Killer No Filler (Ripper x Mercenary)

Emo Poetry About Naib

Ripper was in deep thought about Mercenary on his way back to the manor. He thought Naib was the kind of guy who never talked or cared for Jack's victims till they get killed, the kind which named their bloodthirst justification but never was really sure about that. It felt like that they were the identical to him. With that, Jack felt a deep symphaty for that guy.

To Jack it wasnt about people being pretty, ugly, evil or nice. He always beared the thought everything was piece of art created with paint of their actions, emotions and appearence. It sometimes was beautiful sometimes gruesome, in the end of the day they made Jack feel things. He got rid of them when they started to disgust him. Hide in the fog and slaughter the vulgar. Did he have rights to do so?

About Naib, he wanted to take those soulles lead grey eyes and make them shine with affection. Make them look at him in a way that only couples death can part looked at eachother. He was in love when he first saw him.

He found himself in his room after an unconsicious walk and dropped on bed. There was three hours of sleep left for night. "Naib was right" he thought. "I have problems with sleeping... along people in this manor." He rolled back. "God, I acted so stupid. What's up with you Ripper?" Jack passed out on his bed shoes and coat still on.

Morning, Violetta's eerie giggle followed by Michiko's cold humourless laugh woke him up from his dead mans sleep. He got up glancing at the clock. He remembered and smiled to himself. He had no matches today. Good news. He flopped back at bed in snug.

Underground Manor was a terrible place beside survivors's sun licked part. Even though Jack didn't like the sunlight and he would prefer underground anytime of the day he had enough commonsense to know it was "better" up there. Sometimes he wished he never came to this manor. Never answered the letter. The reason he was playing this game came unworthy to him after he saw Naib's eyes. Even Annie, his favorite meant nothing to him.

After a few minutes he decided to get presentable. Combed his natural jet black hair and put on his mask in. He went to grab some breakfast. As he greeted everyone politely -not much of them replied as most hunters acted like sassy pieces of shit at mornings- the door slammed open.

  Burke brusted into room yelling. "Which one of you kids touched MY teleporting device!" All the chitchats were silent as they were cut with a knife.

No one answered, to be honest no one cared about that rat looking angry old man. He rarely even played matches or talked to them. After a few seconds they were back at their routine.

"ANSWER ME YOU PRICKS" Burke growled as he hit the floor very hard with his hammerlike weapon -or cane? Jack never understood completely.

Bane talked back at him annoyed "No one touched your teleport, stinky old man. Go back to your place, basement of the underground and disturb rabid rats there." 

"You knew I wouldn't go for abnormal or excitement!" Burke growled at the moose headed man.

"Gentlemen please-" Jack really didn't want to put up with stupid fights this morning but atmospheres like this really bothered him.

Burke roared in fury ignoring the Ripper "YERR EVEN CHOSE THE DAY I PLAY HUH? WELL IM NOT PLAYING WITHOUT TELEPORT." Jack held the old man back. "Calm down Burke. I'm sure you'll find your teleport. Even though you don't, Whats wrong with abnormal or excitement?" Jack was doing his best while Michiko giggled under her fan. It was appearant that immature men amused her.

Jack glanced around to find Leo or someone who could help him but no one who could be helpful was in sight.

Bane laughed "Thats because he has nothing against good kiting. A broken drunk old man who watches a bunch of kids from monitors and building walls." hunters in the room could't hold their snickers. Gamekeeper was right.

Burke snapped and almost attacked the Gamekeeper. " Haven't you been told you to not mock other people for the side you see them from? Maybe cooking you in the oven with some paprika and salt teaches you a lesson." Jack really hated this scene and wanted it to end. How could they be so childish? His thoughts and the yellings were interrupted with a flash.

They were all sitting on the table after a second. Steaming hot calming tea in elegant cups in front of them. Burke and Bane were sitting furthest.

"I couldnt find your teleport Burke. No one from here took it. The next hunter is Jack so he will be playing in your match. These are straight orders from the host." French photographers voice chirped behind him.

Jack let out a frustrated noise and went to his room.

Later that morning, after a that fighting session. Jack was cleaning his blades for the match he put himself into. He sighed and whined that
he trashed a beautiful day to write poetry about his Cold Murder Prince

"Ey, You seem to be a good lad." Jack looked at the old man standing on the enterance of his room.
"Huh?"
"Take this as a apology for talking to you miserable mortals with emotions and actually yelling. It helps a lot in matches. I brewed it myself" He threw a bottle at Jack.

  "I appreciate that thank you." Ripper open the cap of the brown bottle and smelt the alcholic drink inside the bottle. It smelt very fine. Maybe the finest he has ever seen. When he gazed back at where old man stand he saw no one.

  Jack took the bottle with him unconsciencely. He walked through twilight eerie hall that was the exit of the Oletus Underground thinking about Naib's injuries and how they kind of suited his personality.

"Fufufufu~" Geisha giggled behind him:
"You're lucky that miserable excuse for a soldier is in your match. He maybe toyed me a little but I'm sure the wounds he keeps for some miserable reason is worse now and he cant even walk." She was laughing but Jack knew she actually was a little mad about him kiting her even with injuries.

Jack raised his brows under the mask. He didn't expect Mercenary to insist on keeping them