So, how would you guys feel about a critique of the Waifu catalog? I'm thinking of a fic that shows a bad person, someone who's completely content with selling women as slaves be reincarnated as someone wealthy (think Adiren Agreste from miraculous as a placeholder) At first, this person would have no problem with selling off women, stamping some people. Yet, over time, he would genuinely grow to care about his women and become a good person through Cat Noir (IF I still use Adrien as a placeholder)
So, whaddya think? I'll release a concept chapter in my other book about my ideas if the reception here is good.
But, without further adieu:
Enjoy ;)
(Third Person POV)
Valentino
The moth sinner walked in with stylish flair, his red hat and golden chains dazzling in the low light of the diner. He quickly looked over to James' booth and strutted over, sitting in a seat directly behind James himself.
"Excuse me, waiter~" He beckons in a sultry tone, snapping his finger to call over Moxxie as if he was a dog.
The aforementioned Moxxie, pursed his lips and walked over to Valentino , his hands still shaking. "C-could, I start you out with anything to drink, Valentino sir?"
"Well, if it's a short glass of water like you, then I'll take that… But I guess if you aren't on the menu, I'd take a coffee, sweetcheeks~." He purred out, running a hand up and down Moxxie's arm that he quickly snatched away and began to speedwalk back to the kitchen.
Although neither party's of the booth said anything to each other, the tension was palpable, each person just waiting for a reason to deliver a blow of any kind. They stayed like this for a few minutes, the ambient sounds of everyone else eating only boosting everybody's paranoia.
Soon, the tension was cut as Moxxie laid a cup down on Valentino's table, quickly retreating back into the kitchen so as to not get in a part of this.
"Mmmmmm~ This roast is truly fantastic–"
"Why the fuck are you here?" James quickly cut off Valentino, shooting him a glare while looking behind him.
"Oh, so feisty! I just wanted to check up on my property and have a nice day with some coffee, it's not my fault that you were here." Valentino purred out, taking a long sip of his drink.
"Property? What're you talking about?" James asked, confused as Valentino's eyes strayed from him and to Angel Dust who flinched and ignored his view, trying to curl in on himself to seem smaller.
"Oh, you know, you silly goose~." Valentino flapped a hand at James, a wink behind his shades.
"I mean after all, a bitch is nothing but a bitch, a whore will always be a whore." He scooted closer to James, yet his gaze remained on Angel Dust.
"And an addict will always be an addict." He said, taking a long sip of his coffee and hiding his mouth as he muttered:
"Just like that cyclops bitch next to you." He finished, spitting out coffee at James' face, ruining his clothes.
WHAM
Before Valentino knew it, he was already out of the booth and on the floor, his gaze slowly turning up to the sound of knuckle cracking as he rubbed his cheek, the bruise instantly disappearing.
James was standing tall, his 8 foot form casting a long shadow down onto Valentino, his knuckles cracked with purpose as light gleamed off of the teeth of his mouth on his stomach that was holding a deep scowl alongside the mouth on his face.
"You're really gonna come into a diner, spit on my face, smell like straight ass, call Angel Dust property, and call Nifty a bitch? I'm gonna fuckin' kill you." James said, a neutral tone holding his anger for Valentino as he cracked his neck and raised up a single finger.
SHINK
In an instant, a large gash appeared on Valentino's chest, although it was quickly healed he couldn't focus on the kick coming towards his chest, cracking a rib and launching him out of the thankfully open doors of the diner.
"Oi, rapist, I can get you some axe body spray or deodorant, you don't have to come outside smelling life Call of Doodoo: Advanced Poopoo." He taunted, calmly walking outside and sending a dismantle straight at Valentino's leg right before he began to talk, cutting straight to bone before he healed.
"You really think I'm gonna let you talk? I'll dunk you and your musty ass hat into a fucking toilet, it'll probably be your first time experiencing water on your skin and the closest thing you'll ever get to a shower, nigga." James taunted, starting to run at Valentino.
In a blink of an eye, Valentino's eyes couldn't track James but in a split second he could feel a hand on his neck and in the next second his body was flying. James was lifting him up off the ground as he… began to skate?
Right now, James was gliding on the ground, holding Valentino up by his neck while sparks danced across the back of his feet. "You like it, Valentino? I figured a rapist would just love being out of control, y'know?" His eyes scanned around him as he talked before landing on a seemingly abandoned building.
His feet left the ground, engaging in a mighty leap as he slammed Valentino into the building, rubble and debris flying everywhere as he hit the ground. James stood over him, his lower hands in his pockets and upper hands crossed with a smirk on his two mouths.
"You really seem more pathetic than you usually are when the moon shines through from this angle, rapist." James said, slowly walking towards him. "Don't think I haven't noticed that fuck-ass healing either, I'll just keep beating your face in until I decide I'm done with you."
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James stopped his stride, putting a finger up to his chin and became deep in thought for a minute before snapping his fingers as a satisfied expression came on his face. "I got an idea, don't go anywhere." He said, walking out of the building and leaving Valentino alone.
He slowly got up, not knowing why James would just suddenly leave while fighting him, even if he was cocky. The confusion gnawed at him, before he tried to leave the premises. 'What the hell was that about? Should I go engage or should I–'
His thoughts were cut short as a massive invisible weight suddenly crashed into him, knocking him into the ground. His breaths came out labored as he looked down to see a tiger begin to manifest itself on his chest, the tiger let out a long yawn and settled more his weight on Valentino, making him cough and try to gain any bit of air he could.
"Go ahead and get comfy, Tiger Funeral, I'll be back in a minute!" James yelled as he walked away, Tiger Funeral responding with a soft growl as he laid back down, none of them noticing Valentino's slight grin and a mark of a snake on his right pec beginning to pulsate on his body.
– 5 minutes later –
"What the hell, DarksIIIiiiIIIde!" It was faint at first, but soon Valentino heard Angel Dust's voice coming from the distance. James was using his skating technique he invented on the fly to quickly get back to Valentino, carrying Angel Dust in a bridal carry as he quickly stopped in his tracks, having Angel Dust cling onto him for dear life.
"Alright, Angel, I've chosen you to be on my brand new gameshow called–" He let Angel Dust down, Angel Dust slightly wobbling in place before he realized just where he was and who was on the ground in front of him.
"Beat the hell out of a rapist!"
"... What?"
"The game is simple, Angel." James wrapped an arm around Angel Dust's shoulder and pointed at Valentino's prone form. "All you gotta do is hit that totally random guy on the ground there as hard as you can for about 30 seconds.
"...James, I…" Angel Dust tried to find words, tried to say anything but his mouth would only let out silence and stammers.
"Aw, c'mon, it's not that hard. Watch, I'll show you:" James took his arm off of Angel's shoulder and flicked at Valentino.
SHINK
Valentino's hand was lobbed off, falling on the ground. He held back a scream of pain as his arm started to heal, the hand on the ground beginning to fade and a new hand beginning to grow back.
"See, it's easy, give it a try, why don't you give it a try? Aim for his balls while you're at it, I don't think he's gonna need them after we're done with him." James cruelly said, patting Angel Dust on the back and pushing him forward.
As Angel Dust looked down on Valentino, many thoughts crossed his mind, thoughts such as 'Is this really okay?', 'Does anybody deserve torture?' and 'I thought he loved me' plagued his mind, but were completely dominated by one other.
'Fuck that noise, I'll fucking kill this clown!'
Angel Dust quickly walked up to Valentino, a smile painted onto his face, yet his gaze said the opposite, full of repressed anger over the span of years that was unleashed in a single:
CRACK
"...Ouch, right in the babymakers, I almost feel bad for the guy… Nah, I actually don't." James muttered.
It was unleashed in a single kick in Valentino's crotch, making him cry out in pain like never before, yet Angel Dust continued, kicking and kicking, using his legs and striking as hard as he could.
Meanwhile, James was in the background, giggling like a highschool girl at Valentino's suffering until he heard a creak on the floor. While he could've easily dismissed it as metal creaking from the dilapidated nature of the building, something was telling him it was off.
So he turned around, guard fully up in case something tried to sneak attack him and–
'...Nothing'
His eyes searched every inch behind him before slowly dropping his guard and beginning to rub his own forehead.
'Man, maybe I'm getting too paranoi–'
SHLOP
"Vox, don't you know where the heart is?"
"Oh, shut it Alastor, 'sides… I'm sure I at least nicked a ventricle!"
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THE END