The time was three am. It was a Tuesday morning. A fine, chilly Tuesday morning. Lights danced throughout the enclosed area, illuminating dozens of figures dancing and twisting together. Glitter flew through the air thanks to a large fan in the corner, only unnoticed by most because of the bright glittering orb in the air and the pounding music.
In the corner of this strange room, a glimmering pink vortex opened up. Twirling in circles as he leapt out of it, a white-robed figure encircled the dance floor with his robes spreading outward like only the most graceful of birds. He seemed to be imitating ballet, looking left and right as he spun.
However, instead of a confused look as he turned, he had a devilish grin plastered across his face. Eyes flicked back and forth through the club, taking notice of the humans around who most appeased the captain's appetite for flesh. As his descent ended he traipsed over to a fine specimen, his large upper body glistening with sweat and glitter in the bright lights.
Knowing he could influence this world a bit without being seen, the figure pulled out a small white box, a large K drawn in pink ink across each side of it. Delicately, so as to not let the other male feel it, the delicate male placed it atop the exposed right shoulder. From there it would emit a faint scent, enough to attract other males in the area.
A video camera ten yards away, focused on that guy, would allow Kurokotsu to see what happened with his meddling. Happy with the situation he'd set out, he flitted out the opened doors and blew a kiss at the neon sign in front of it, chuckling to himself at the inventive way the club integrated a pun into its title.
Skipping on down the street, he flicked a switch on the inside of his coat which would then activate the box. Although normally made for mortals, he knew that the pheromone-like concoction would affect soul reapers almost just as easily, stalling anything that may have been interested in ruining his fun.
12/3/2013, 6:23 am by 
