One shots

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Inks

Reapers

Inks: Tatto of level on dominant wrist
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The metal structure groaned under him, the metal beam about a foot thick tipped and he laughed falling through the air. He hollered and laugh the wind whipping his hair, reminding him of his hair appointment the day after tomorrow. His phone rang and he rolled his eyes answering his boss " heyyy boss man what's crack a lackin?" He heard his boss sigh and said " no damage or you don't get your vape back" Booker scoffed and caught the beam balancing it and once again hopping down. " What can I do for you man?" He was now annoyed and in no mood for jokes anymore. " Don't get an attitude with me" he felt anger rise in his chest and tried to smash it only to say harshly " I didn't have an attitude now how the fuck can I help you" he immediately regretted and was great full he said nothing letting Booker think for a second before quietly saying " I'm shouldn't get angry I apologize". He landed on the ground and Waited for Mr. Kaiser to speak, " Now.. with a level head I'm going to have you meet a client where you'll discuss business. Can you do that for me?" Booker nodded silently sighing " Yes master". He got the address messaged to him and he began jumping the roofs of every couple houses until he cleared a stainless steal gate landing on the ground before leaping onto the roof. He called his boss " Yes Booker?" Barely.. just barely nervous he said " I left my cuffs boss so I can't promise anything... ok?" He heard M-boss sigh making him feel bad, "I bought wrap and put it in your bag. Check it" he hurried and found the wrap pushing his Velcro watch up and wrapping his wrists he felt much better and put it away before fixing his watch and pushing his shirt to his elbows and re dropping to the ground. He knocked on the door and after about 60 seconds ( he counted) it opened. He walked in and was guided up the stairs, he knew the maid was nervous as he was carrying an axe strapped to his back so he assured her " it's quiet alright ma'am if I wanted someone dead they'd be dead." He ran his tongue over his filed to a point canines and bit into his tongue a little. He watched the maid knock on the door of what seemed to be an office and hurry away. The door barely opened and bloody was in his hands blade facing a boy his height. He scoffed shoved the boy away deflecting his offense and closing the door with his foot. He got annoyed and in blind rage that lasted for a second he kicked the L5 into the nearest window. Composed he asked taking a seat at the table "Now, gentlemen how can I help you. " he didn't appreciate being attacked or shot at during this meeting but managed to control himself until a knife suddenly thrown from god-knows where cut clean through his wrap on his left wrist. He ever so calmly said " Meeting adjourned " and grabbed bloody and his bag going to walk out and only getting out of his seat. His nerves were frayed, he was done with this so when a man appeared in front of him he put him in a choke hold aiming to knock him out. When he saw another enter he let go as fast as he could, grabbed bloody and jumped out the window which thankfully was open. It was a couple story's down but he landed easily and started jumping. He called master hands shaking and adrenaline pumping through his body. " Hello" he pushed off the ground and ended up falling but quickly got up again. " M-master i- they hmng" He ran home not aware of needle that had giving him a sleeping drug.

He got to the estate gates and sat heavily on one. He groaned as the gates opened and he slumped on the ground, he felt his body get picked up and he was out against master like a light.

He woke up in soft clothes that smelled of himself, the felt immense comfort in his wrist cuffs. He was in his own bed and cuddling his pillow, taking heavy breaths he got up taking his pillow with him and walking to the scent of master. He followed it down the hallway to his office, he knocked actually paying attention this time to his rules. He got a come in and walked in freezing when he smelt something that grossed him out : coffee. Bleh

Master sat in his chair and when Booker looked at his guests his eyes narrowed. He held his pillow now fully functioning, "Master must have a good reason for them being here so I must not be in danger." He looked to master who smiled and gestured for him to sit, so he did. On the sofa away from the "guests", it was the man he was choking out the night before and the head of the table. "Book, we were just discussing something of great importance and I believe your opinion is needed." That wasn't good, Master never ever needed his opinion. His cuffs itched and Master spoke quickly, " Don't, Mr. Castello saw your fighting skills and wished for your assistance... permanently." He felt relived, he even smiled and said " oh no thank you I'm quite happy where I am". He laughed and got up " Master I thought something was wrong, I'm gonna go have breakfast-" What master said next broke him. " And I've decided you'll be going" he didn't breathe, didn't move because maybe just maybe he was joking. Maybe he wasn't serious, the panic set in. He couldn't breathe, he was out the door in a blink dressed and out the window. He gasped for breath, no he wasn't- he- NO.

His fear aided his anger and he wondered what even his opinion was for! He leapt atop the metal structure. He balanced on the highest beam and sat, on wrong move and he'd fall. And for now he didn't feel like being safe,Master didn't want him? But he said he'd always want him, that he'd always be there for protection. His heart beat heavily in his chest, it got annoying, he was 19 he was lucky he was alive, he was lucky he wasn't a slave or even worse a sex slave because inks had HIGH stamina. He was lucky he wasn't forced to be a warrior,

The thoughts of leaving made his wrists itch, an intense burning like a rash lit under his cuffs. Master didn't want him, he was useless if master didn't want him. If master didn't want him he had no purpose; no on to serve. He took a deep breath, then another and another. It was like he couldn't get a deep enough breath, his wrist itches! He whined slightly under his breath and unbuckled the leather.

By the time he was done his wrist were a bloody mess of scratched skin and fresh slits. He tried to drag in deep breath but ended up sobbing, he loved master like family, what did he do? Master loved him right?

Maybe he didn't, maybe this entire time or him acting out and being disrespectful to him this was his pay backed. Master probably didn't even like him. A while in his chest made him lose his balance and fall over the edge of the structure. He was falling to fast, tears were bluring his face and he couldn't see the ground. He was panicking mid air and when he landed on his feet felt a shooting pain up his foot, his foot and ankle throbbed as he stood and when he tried to put weight on it only earning a scream. He gave up after an hour and settle for laying in the dirt. " I wonder if anyone would care if I kicked the bucket" he asked to himself aloud and swore when someone from above him said " I think your master would care" he opened his eyes and saw a brown pair looking back at himself in the dark.

His toes curled in surprise but he