Last night(metal)

[Kami Nero]

Kami flew over the sky of Liba, Taking in the sights for that last time. He left Lloyds for that last time, wanting to have a little fun before he exited this world for good. This was borrowed time.

Kami settled for picking a nice dancing place. He liked to dance. It was....... Stress reliving. And plus, he could forget about his fast approaching death. He cheated it so many times in his life....... Kami shook those thoughts away. He wanted to pretend for a little while, just a little while, that he was a normal demon.

Kami landed in the middle of a hall way that was empty, turning visible. Kami smiled, seeing the adult section and walked over. There was a bouncer, But Kami easily got around that with a few words. Kami walked in, leaving the bouncer and everyone in line dazed with the Majesty and power of his voice. It was waning in power though, his twin growing more powerful. He could feel his life force draining, going to his twin. Kami smiled. For so long, it looked like he was the stronger of the twins. Now he was clearly the weaker. He would be lucky if he could charm a demon now. Human..... Well, humans were humans.

Kami walked in, seeing the dance floor ablaze and going, lot of wimp dancers going. Kami smiled, and stepped on. From then on, all eyes were on him as he started going, busting moves left and right. A couple females tried to dance with him, and he let them, not saying a word. Why break the magic or just pure dance? Kami Flipped backwards, doing a back flip to land in front of a human and start dancing with them, his very essence taking control of the dance floor. Yeah, he will admit it. He loved dancing.

After about an half an hour, Kami exited the dance floor, with more then one offer to go home with more then one female. He said he would think about it on his note pad. Why not? He was dieing anyways. Kami sat at the bar, and waved a bar man over. He quietly said," Get me a bottle of scotch please." The bar man nodded, dazed as he went to get it. It would be free of course. Usually Kami would always pay. Tonight he didn't care.

[sima]

Sima fund himself bored and displeased with how the day decided to be playing out, he waited taking a snooze underneath a tall tree letting the breeze soothe himself to sleep as the days events passed him absent mindedly. As the night passed he found something interesting, a scent, more or so belonging to a demon. It wasn't very strong from where he was sitting so he decided to follow it. He got up from his rested position and as he crouched down the wind stopped almost like it knew what was coming next. A large shock emitted as he leaped into the air a massive back blast of wind shaking the tree tremendously.

Sima soared through the air with ease trying to pinpoint he scent he had found earlier. As he approached the scent he neared a club of some sort, using a building to slide down and minimize the sound of his landing he stopped and peered across the road curiously. He walked across the road and looked at the bartender as he eyed him down asking for I.D, Sima had no idea and didn't care for this lug in his way, he just wanted something to do. He walked straight through him like he was nothing the bartender falling to the side. The bartender grunted and got up he didn't really seem to care, or he was scared.

Sima blended into the ground his scent wouldn't reach the demon up ahead the crowd was dancing and it was begining to irritate him, all the people dancing together, it made him angry about the love ones he had lost, about the people he missed and about how lonely he felt. He pushed someone away from him, he fell to the ground and he angrily waked over to sit beside the demon whacking his hand against the bar by accident |"You seem a bit young to be drinking" Sima raised his hand signaling he wanted one aswell.

The bartender acknowledged this and left to get him a drink aswell. Being this close could tell Sima many things about the demon, he could tell he was weakened by the strength the of his scent, he could tell how much liqour he had by the scent on his breath, he could tell his emotion or even sometimes wants. This of course took many years to develop, but it was also very sensitive and too many other scents were disrupting him from being able to tell what he was feeling.

[Kami Nero]

Kami saw the demon as he was approaching, and ignored him. Not like he could mess up his night. Borrowed time. Kami Chuckled at that comment, even laugh out loud at it. Him? Underage? He was older then his city! kami couldn't stop laughing, his voice sounding sweeter then the most beautiful harp and orcastra together. More magestic then the ocean and jungle together, and just plain suductive. More then one head turned to look at him, and everyone around him stopped what they were doing and looked at him in a daze as if they were listening to heaven.

Kami stopped after a while and waved the humans off, not caring if they remembered it or not. Dieing, remember? He snorted at that, a little tipsy as the scotch was getting to him. He wasn't a pro drinker Like his brother.

"You have no idea how wrong you are my friend," He wrote onto his pad, showing the page to the demon next to him. He was still smiling, amused by it as he took another sip from his bottle. The scotch burned his throat as it went down, but it made him feel, and he enjoyed feeling. He wanted to feel good, and those ladies offers were looking more and more tempting with every drink.

"So, what is a fellow like you doing after me?" Kami asked, tilting his head a little to look at him. He could tell that this demon was powerful, but right now, he didn't care. Nothing really mattered that night but enjoyment, something he never really did in his life. He turned, looking at the dance floor again, thinking of busting loose again. It would be fun, but this demon next to him was also interesting. "So, what your name dude?" Kami wrote on the pad, showing it to the demon. He felt like using kari's lingo about it. He never really understood the word dude, but it fit here. Kami smiled, the images of Kira and his daughters in his head. He was happy about that. Their line of demons was going to continue. That was good news, even if Kira didn't want them so to speak. Kami snorted again, looking at his drink and then the dance floor again, then to the demon.

[sima]

Sima sighed although as Kami laughed it seemed all to appealing to him, this however was too weird, as he laughed he was getting the same feeling he felt when he was drawn towards Hotaru, usually this would have a good effect on him, however, Hotaru, the thought rung in his head as anger flushed his entire body. This had to be some sort of trick, no matter how that laugh made him feel it wasn't like her not one bit. His anger faded as the Demon wrote on a small peice of paper, Sima coudl obviously tell something was up with the kid's voice but he didn't qeustion it, not yet atleast.

"I'm not wrong at all, I just said you look younger then the drinking age, I never asked about your real age.
Sima looked across the room with curiousity, the teenagers dancing the people. "I'm not really after you at all, You just peaked my interest, Your about the only thing that seems interesting enough to see" Sima watched as he wrote on the paper again, oddly this was adding to his curiosities and making him want to ask about it, however he knew hwo to keep it inside. "My name's Sima" He sniffed the air smelling everyone around him as he pinpointed the individual's scent behind him, it stuck out among everyone including the demon's which was odd, what was so different about his scent?

Sima concluded the scent, he smelled of liqour and beef jerky, beef jerky smelled delicious to him, even if it was covered in alcholoh. "I wouldn't go out to the dance floor just yet." Sima warned the demon behind, he could smell how much alcohol people drank just from the strength of there breath, and someone definetly looked they were about to puke, and Sima was definetly right.

[Kami Nero]

"You can call me Kami. It doesn't matter much," he wrote onto the pad. It truelly didn't matter much to him at all. He could call him s*** head for the amount of fucks he gave. Kami stopped mid drink, and realized dieing making you so much bitchier.

Kami scratched that last part out, writing," Ignore that. I'm just..... it's," he scratched that out, and just wrote," Complicated." He showed the pad to the guy, putting it on the counter in front of Sima as someone out on the dance floor indeed, blow cha cha chunks all over the floor. Eww.

Kami gave a scowl of disgust. In all of his years, he still didn't like vomit. And he felt like getting loose again to. Kami went through some other clubs in his mind, remembering a good dance battle place. He knew a team that would gladly take him in for the night. Course, he had to ditch the other demon first. He was so done with his own kind. He knew he shouldn't old it over his mom, but call it a weakness, if your own mother tell you you have to die so your brother can live and be who he needs to be, and that your existence was a mistake and that you could be forgotten by everyone....... makes you sort of cranky, even if you accepted it.

Kami took the pad back and wrote down," Sima, I got a question. If you only had a week to live, what would you do?" Kami suspected he had little over that. Max two weeks. Min....... tomorrow. That was why, even if he lived for another 5 days, this was the last night. There would be nothing after him. Depressing.