Another Night with Hoshi [closed]

It was late at night and Devan was just getting off of work. His real identity as Tsuna Fukuda, asgurdian god has not been revealed yet. This is partially due to the fact that he keeps a tight lid on what he allows people to see of himself. Besides most people that have found out his true identity he has killed. Although lately Tsuna has calmed down with the needless man slaughter. As his Identity as Devan Masterson he is a idol of the age of 23. A new face on TV and just recently released a single. He always found creating an alter ego tedious but the way society is it was a necessary annoyance. He makes his way to the Wishing Craddle. Lately it has been his favorite place to visit. He found someone who is the closest thing he can call a friend. Although Tsuna doesn't believe He can feel emotions such as caring he always finds himself having fun with this girl. *You should just fuck her and get it out of your system*. the voice in his head was chattering again. Although much more subdued. Usually ir would got with something more vulgar as in strapping her up side down before wipping her a few times. Then break her sexually or something. Devan took a deep breathe and walked in.

Today he was wearing a nice Armani suit with a red button up and a black tie. All the adrk colors helped bring out his piercing blue eyes. His almond brown skin and his black hair were in perfect shape. Hell he walked into the bar and every lady seemed to stare. This always happened so he was use to it. In fact he wanted them to look. the more they saw his outer persona the less they would suspect his evil sadistic side. He made his way to the bar, took off his jacket and said "Good Afternoon Hoshi what have you got for me today".

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"The Queen of Hearts doesn't fall for the a peasant ... I made a 'grave' mistake at that..." - Hoshi Redwood


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Currently a young lad had appear in the Wishing Cradle which how creating a rather popular spot; Devan Masterson, the young model who really quiet something, it didn't matter... Hoshi was getting business like no other hotel was, this model was giving her more business then normally. It was a typical day with the badass Assassin major leader walking out of the backroom into the beautiful scenery of her bar. Her black suave boots clinked on the dark crimson floor and with anything at that her appeal was obviously an piece of eye... The beautiful woman; wore black tights that seem torn up completely revealing her creamy peach skin then going up to her ripped light pair blue jeans... Going up to her chest where she wore a gray shirt "On the Highway to Hell" In white lettering and it looked like it was splatered with white paint and torn up completely, that seem of course tight on the upper area where her massive breast just happen to be. Her hair happened to in a high ponytail as she had a pure leather collar on tonight. Hoshi was feeling rather pissed off with the costumers so she was going try to scare some off... About a couple of hours later after kicking a bunch of drunks out; Devan had appeared in her bar as Hoshi would figure of course. What was the best thing about this, she had someone to relate to...

He sat down in front of her course with a smirk on her fine pink lips. It looked like he came back from a model shoot; that glow that women love about him was immune towards Hoshi. A friendship that forged a couple nights ago after a couple of drinks of course. Leaning over to gaze over at him as she handed him a whiskey sour then rather strong Apple Cider mixed with Fireball; she had them already created because She was bored and instead of listening to bullshit from the drunks. He had some money but so did Hoshi just Hoshi dressed herself in the lastest fashion. "Good Afternoon Hoshi what have you got for me today" She smiled at him. "Hot Cider and then Whiskey Sour like normally. I will mix more up when you drink more. Tonight just been a bit boring then normal..." You could hear the drag in voice as if she just woke up an hour ago or so.

Tsuna grabbed the drink and took a good couple of gulps before setting it down. Something about him made it easy for him to down drinks very easily. It might have been the Asguardian constitution but that was something he truly didn’t care about. He sat back in his chair and placed his free hand resting on the back of the chair. He just recently got a haircut. His original medium long black hair has been cut down. Not a buzz cut but medium short. Despite the fact that most people think he is African American by birth he also has features of Asian descent, mainly the hair, and Arian Descent, obviously his ice blue eyes. The combination of these features makes for a real head turner. Of course Tsuna designed this form to be as eye catching as possible. Can’t have people suspecting you of evil deeds and the more you stand out in a good light the less they suspect you of wrong doings. Besides this form look almost completely different than his true form. The golden eyed villain that was nicknamed Crimson Dragon. Since no one has learned about who and what he truly is. People just think that he is some sort of humanoid dragon and lust only for destruction. And they would be half right. Tsuna sits back as he listens to the music playing in the background. The cellist was good but not as good as Tsuna himself. He wanted to just get up there and show him up a bit but that would no be in good form. Better tyo just sit here and look good.

Catching the eyes of some of the women in the bar the voice in his head started speaking again. *Come on partner why don’t you just get out of here and take those girls with ya. It would be easy to make them your slaves and you can always get rid of them when you are done*. The lust filled crazy voice had started up again. Tsuna understood that it was just a manifestation of his carnal desires but it still irritated him. His eyes always betrayed his intellect. Despite his youthful face and cheer free attitude he adopted as Devan he still had the sharp eyes of someone plotting something. He was able to play it off most of the time but there were times where it would sneak through. It usually caught people off guard. His eyes lingered on the girls for a second. When they finally took notice he gave them a knowing smile and the two of them blushed and turned away like little school girls. It was too easy. Tsuna always wondered if it were just a human thing, to be so easily manipulated. He listened as Hoshi was talking. For some reason no one ever came up to him as long as he was talking to Hoshi, hell this bar seemed to just have people staring at the two of them every time he came in. It was a curious point but he let it slide. He mostly came here to keep up appearance but the company wasn’t too bad either. Keeping an almost full disinterested face Tsuna took an nice look at her ample breast. They were very nice, the perfect size for a pillow. It’s almost a running gag that Tsuna always speaks to her breast rather than her face. “Let me guess a slow night? Or did you miss me so much it got boring?” His voice was jokingly flirty as he took another long swig of his drink.