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The Sea of Bitterness
Like Weiss on Rice

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I miss the little things
I miss everything about you
It doesn’t mean much
It doesn’t mean anything at all

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It took him a while to make good on his promises. All the words weighed on him heavily. Restrictor had said when he took him the first time that they would be doing it every day… and then Weiss promised him he could have him whenever he wanted… He shook his head as if to clear it.

It had been four months since that night he and Nero tried to run away. Restrictor never made a move towards him. Sure, he spent enough time in his presence and spared with him but nothing too out of the ordinary. The man was always busy with the new recruits. There seemed to be more of them now. Surely he was safe. He didn’t want him, he just wanted to shame him for trying to escape… for going against him. Just like the first time.

He felt awful for Nero, who at first was very understanding, but also very hurt as well. It was probably seeing him act in such wild abandon that upset him most.

Weiss wanted to explain to him how he felt, what that stuff did to him. He couldn’t though. Even though he knew somewhere deep inside that it really wasn’t his intention, his excuse was choked out of him once he opened his mouth to speak it. He felt guilty. But not only just that, he didn’t want Nero to accuse him of lying. There was a distinct possibility that he would and he didn’t know if he could bear to hear him say such a thing. This separation was bad enough.

He felt a playful tug on his lengthening hair followed by a gentle movement of a glove falling down his back. Nero would have been the only one brave enough to do something like that to him. He smiled then, maybe his brother was trying to play around with him. He whirled around. “Ner-!” That same gloved hand clamped around his mouth.

“I don’t like being called by other people’s names.” Restrictor laughed at his look of shock. “Look at you! Surprised to see me?” He released his mouth.

“What do you want?” His voice was more shocked than angry.

“Is that anyway to greet me?” Restrictor frowned. “And I’ve been so nice and gave you a break.”

“What do you want?” Weiss repeated, taking a step back away from him.

“To collect on that promise if you recall.”

“But I am on my way home…” Weiss said, as if that would make any difference. He was just grabbing at straws at this point.

“What a coincidence…” Restrictor grabbed him by the upper arm and practically dragged him down the hallway.

“Wait a second!” Weiss screamed.

Restrictor ignored him and made his way to his apartment. He unlocked the door and shoved the startled boy inside.

Weiss couldn’t help but notice that everything was set up almost identically in his home. The floor plan was the same he guessed. He watched Restrictor remove his mantle and threw it haphazardly out of the way before he removed his helm and placed it on the counter. He gave him an evil grin before he advanced on him.

“Wait!” He backed away.

“I’ve been waiting long enough don’t you think?” He lunged and tore off his belt that held his sheathed swords to his body. “Just to remove temptation.” He flung it on top of his cape and made a grab for him. Weiss just dodged him and he tittered at that. “Want to play cat and mouse?”

Weiss moved around the table and Restrictor just flung it over and out of the way. He side stepped him a few times until his keeper managed to corner him.

“I win.” Restrictor’s victory was short lived when Weiss shoved his foot out into his gut. He grunted at the impact, but he was ready for it and prepared himself. This wasn’t the first time something like this happened. He sent his fist through the wall beside his Weiss’ head. The boy froze, knowing he was about to address him. “I hope you know that I don’t care for that sort of thing. But if you want it rough… keep it up. I don’t mind being gentle for you but if you piss me off I can make it just as unpleasant as our first time together.” His voice told him he didn’t care either way. “You might not be sick this time but I can still kick your little white ass up and down the hallways.” His grin was sinister. “I’m sure you can appreciate how it feels to be dry fucked.”

Weiss didn’t say anything, but returned his gaze steadily.

“I’m also sure you remember what is at stake if you displease me?”

Weiss looked away then. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes Restrictor-sama.” Weiss grit his teeth.

“Hmph.” Restrictor sighed, disappointed. “You said it so nicely the other day in front of your little one. I was hoping to have a repeat performance.” He laughed a little. “Or maybe I have to have in him here every time for you to act sweetly to me?”

“That won’t be necessary.” He said in a business like way.

“That is good to hear.” He moved closer still, waiting for him to strike out again, but when he didn’t he smiled and moved his hand over his skin. He grumbled when he realized his gloves were still on and yanked them off. He pulled the boy to him then in some strange lover’s embrace, although Weiss didn’t feel anything of that sort for him at all. That was fine… he might be able to change his mind.

Weiss cautiously put his arms around him, wanted nothing more than to put the bastard into a suplex. If he was mad about him kicking him, he could only imagine how angry he would be if he attempted that.

“You smell nice.” He complimented. “Did you just come out of the shower?”

God help him. “Yes.”

“I guess I’ll have to make your dirty again.” He released him. “Take your clothes off.”

Weiss just stood there for a moment, dumbfounded.

“I said take your clothes off… or do you want me to help?” He reached to his side, his intention clear.

Weiss flinched, he was only wearing pants today… and he knew without being told that he would have to walk to his apartment naked or in shredded clothes. “I’ll do it.” It didn’t take him long to disrobe himself and he stood naked again before this man.

“How is it that you become even more beautiful every time I see you?”

He brushed the back of his hand against his face as Weiss had to keep the utter revulsion from entering his expression.

Weiss shied away before he grabbed his upper arm and pulled him along with him to his room. “I’ve never had anyone on a bed before.”

He couldn’t even begin to point out how horrible that sounded. He watched as Restrictor shut the door behind them and locked it… although he wasn’t sure why. No one else was in the house with them. Force of habit maybe?

“I don’t really feel like playing around much today. I think I’d like to get strait to the point.”

Weiss baulked at that.

“I won’t hurt you if you do as I say.” Restrictor reminded. “Lay down.”

Weiss only had enough time to sit before he was being pushed down the rest of the way. His downward caresses of his body were so confidant and possessive that it shocked him.

Restrictor couldn’t help his smile. “You haven’t had sex since we’ve done it, have you?” Weiss gave him a look then. “I can always tell. You are always more rested… but twice as aggravated if you haven’t done it in a while. Your little one not giving you any?” He pressed his hips into his. “Don’t worry… I will.”

Weiss watched as he lifted himself off of him and shrugged his tunic off… he managed to pull it off without removing his belt. Did he plan on bringing his weapons onto the bed with him?

Restrictor almost immediately moved back down on him again. “You know… I always thought you would be the aggressor with that little boy of yours.”

Weiss looked at him blankly, not wanting to give away any emotion to him. Why was he talking about Nero right now? To upset him?

“He’s always following you around like a little dog… he clings to your arm like a woman and yet he’s the one who fucks you.” Restrictor chuckled. “I could tell the moment I fucked you again that you let him.” He kneed his legs apart before sticking his fingers into Weiss’ mouth; he sucked on them almost reflexively. “He’s got you trained fairly well.” He pinned his arms above his head and slipped his fingers inside him. He felt it…

Not there! “Ah!”

“You like that, don’t you baby?” He wiggled his fingers inside him and his body practically jumped to attention.

Oh God! His eyes closed tightly. “Please stop!”

“Now Weiss… what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t please you too?”

He didn’t want to be pleased! He just wanted him to get it over with!

“Like I’ve said before…” He purred. “We’re going to have so much fun together. And I will know every part of you soon enough.”

His words were terrifying to him.

“And I’m not going to let you go until you cum for me at least twice tonight. Won’t that be nice?”

Weiss turned his head to the side then. How long? How long before this would stop and he could finally break away from him?

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Too long might have been a good answer.

Weiss was glad the lights were out. It made this easier. There was an urgent nudging against his knees that told him to spread his legs, and so he did. He felt thick fingers penetrating him, some warm smooth sensation inside him as he did it. Restrictor’s cock twitched against his thigh at his unintentional moan. He bent his head down to kiss him then, a gentle gesture on his part to sooth him. He felt his large hand press into the pillow beside him as he continued to finger him. The lamp light outside the window cast his broad shoulders into a dark silhouette. He couldn’t see his face, but just the outline of his wave-like hair and the diamond shape of his earrings as he lifted his head.

“Calm down.” The dark voice told him.

“I’ll try.” He replied, shifting uncomfortably underneath him.

Restrictor smoothed his hands over his skin with his free hand. He mashed his stiff muscles, making them soften under his touch.

He would never truly relax in his presence, not ever. Not after spending the last twenty years of his life being petrified of him, or being petrified by him. He hated that particular ability of his. He hadn’t used it on him during sex except during their first encounter. For that he was thankful. He would trust him even less and this already unpleasant situation would be far worse. He felt him grab his ankle, pushing it back and nearly bending him in half. He felt his slick member enter into him. “AH!”

Restrictor moved his knees over his shoulders and slide into him over and over softly before he quickened his pace. He wanted to wait until he relaxed under him first. After all those years of him being the cause of his frustration, who knew he would be such a nice way to work his stress out? He fucked him so many times he was sure he ruined him for anyone else but himself. He loved how he could just rub his dick across his prostate and make him cum. He was so easy to please.

He was by no means as eager as he was when he was given those drugs. He didn’t give them to him often. He shouldn’t need to…but sometimes he missed the way he would beg him to fuck him under their influence.

He loved that stuff… it turned anyone into a ball of passionate mush. They would do anything to get off… ask anyone. He was sure if he gave some to Weiss and shoved him out the door he’d fuck the first person he saw.

That thought angered him, but the boy had committed no crime yet… so he wouldn’t punish him.

The nicest thing about not using the drugs… was knowing that he could make Weiss cum without them. He knew it had to bother the boy somewhat that he could do it. He couldn’t blame the drugs anymore on his reaction. It was his own want that called out.

He would sometimes fight him. How exciting were those times? He shivered just thinking about them. It happened a lot when they were first in his room together. Nero wasn’t there to hold over him… but he submitted to him eventually like he always did. He didn’t leave a surface of his apartment untouched by them. He fucked him on the table, the countertops, against the refrigerator, every wall and every floor. He wanted him to know that he was his.

When Weiss realized he would be kind to him if he just complied, he did so. It was still difficult to get him to relax… but he always did that too.

“Ah! Mmmm!” Weiss clutched at his naked back when he brushed against it again.

He remembered the first time Weiss saw him completely naked. He looked so shocked that he would do that in front of him. He had always remained mostly clothed until then. He never gave him too much time to contemplate such things before he was entering into him again and making him cry out.

“Oh… Nnnnn…” He stopped himself and tried to pass it off as a moan.

But Restrictor knew what he was doing. Even after a year he was thinking of someone else. “You were thinking of him weren’t you? You were about to say his name.”

Weiss almost whimpered when he felt the large body above him stiffening up in anger. “N-no.”

“You little liar.” He growled, feeling the boy’s body tighten in fear underneath him. “I bet you let him fuck you after I’m done… don’t you?” He was getting angry just thinking about such a thing.

Nero hadn’t touched him in so long it physically hurt to even recall. “No.” He answered honestly.

“You’re lying.” He pushed the form underneath him onto his stomach. He grabbed at his hips with bruising force as he struggled against him.

“No! Please! I didn’t mean it!” Weiss cried out, wanting nothing more than to appease him before he abused his body. His emotions were already running high and it was easy to start crying.

The sound stung him somewhat… although he didn’t know why. Maybe the brat really was getting to him. “Stop your crying. I haven’t even hurt you yet.”

Weiss quieted almost immediately. He couldn’t help but be reminded of the endless times he had said that when he was younger. “Yet”… he hated when he said that word. It meant that it was his very next intention.

Restrictor grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back and the boy underneath him yelped. “Calm down and it won’t hurt as much.” Weiss tried but he couldn’t. He felt his dick slide back into him and he lowered his head in defeat.

“Hm hm hm.” Restrictor tittered. “You’ll cum for me yet… and you’ll be screaming my name.”

“Y-yes Restrictor-sama.” Weiss grit his teeth when he felt his length grind into him. He started moving so fast their bodies slapped together and his bangs bounced in front of his face. He was unable to get them out of his eyes as both of his arms were behind held behind him all the while.

He let go of one of his arms then and Weiss used it to steady himself. Restrictor hissed his pleasure to him. He then ran his fingers over the warm skin of his back and then to his curved rump.

“Restrictor-sama!” Weiss sobbed underneath him. “Oh… I…”

“Cum then…” Restrictor purred.

“Restrictor-sama!” He screamed, his body tightened and shook. He could only slump against the bed when the man behind him let him go.

Restrictor rolled Weiss over onto his stomach, grabbing a hold of him before he rolled them. Their heads were now pointed towards the window.

Weiss was slightly shocked, he never allowed him to be on top like this until now. He was half afraid to lift his body off of him, even though in this position that was really all he could do.

Restrictors pushed at his form until he was cast into shadows on the bed while the light from outside shined on Weiss and illuminated his white skin and hair. He looked like an angel then. “Get on me.”

Weiss trembled at that, but he dare not show any emotion. All the other times he just let Restrictor do what he wanted… except for that time he had been drugged. He was going to make him have sex with him… make him move. He didn’t know why but it made it worse. He felt even guiltier than before as he moved over him and pushed himself down on Restrictor’s length. He stopped when he was so deep in nearly hurt and began moving on top of him. Up and down.

Restrictor noticed how he wasn’t completely pushing himself down on him. “Come here.” He grabbed his hips and pulled him down the rest of the way.

“Ugh!” Weiss made a pained noise and he couldn’t help the tears that were running down his cheeks.

Restrictor shivered when he saw them, the wet droplets shimmered as they fell down his cheeks and ran past his chin. “Put your arms behind your head.” Weiss did. “Now move.”

“Please Restrictor-sama…” Weiss begged.

“Do it.” His voice brooked no argument.

Weiss moved on him then.

“Do you know how I longed for this moment?” He groaned as his little plaything impaled himself on him.

Weiss closed his eyes and lifted himself and dropped down over and over.

“I’ve wanted you everyday.”

Weiss shivered, not from pleasure but from fear. He had been worried the first time he raped him. He had openly admitted to watching him masturbate. It was something he thought of more than once during that time. He was absolutely frightening.

“I’m so glad that you are finally mine.”

He watched as his hands reached out from the darkness and touched against his chest and thighs. This man, he killed his father and tormented him and the rest of his family ruthlessly. He hated him! And yet he was in his bed giving himself over to him shamefully.

He felt guilty. He never willingly came for anyone besides Nero. And now here he was letting him fuck him and… his body was actually enjoying it. More tears rolled down his face. He was so ashamed of himself. He wanted it to stop. But what else could he do? Never see Nero again? Let him die? No, not when they were so close. He felt Restrictor’s fingers grip around his length then. “Ah!” His body quivered.

“Cum for me again pretty baby…” Restrictor cooed, closing his eyes momentarily at the tight heat engulfing him. He thumbed over the head of his shaft, feeling the precum leaking out. “I want to see your face this time.”

He remembered when he impaled himself on Nero. He hadn’t touched him since this started… not since he found out. He was dirty. But he could still imagine it was him inside of him if he closed his eyes. It was almost as good. “Ah!” He could imagine those red eyes almost glowing in the darkness of their room. That night he fucked him for the last time. His body called out to his. He made him feel so good. So much better than this. But as he thought before it was almost as good if he could imagine. He bit his lip before lowered his arms to Restrictor’s thighs to balance himself.

Restrictor chuckled at the eager way in which he pressed himself down on him now. It was too much in fact.

Restrictor’s hot cum filled him then and those eager fingers that demanded he be brought along worked him until he came himself. “Ah! Oh God!” He shuddered, his back arching. Oh Nero! He looked at the ceiling as he came, tears forming in his eyes. He missed him awfully.

Restrictor pushed him onto his back again. He kissed him, Weiss closed his eyes. What a mockery. It made him feel empty instead of fulfilled. He ran his rough hands down his body possessively, making sure to run past his ribs and the curve of his hip before squeezing his ass and pressing his hips into his. Only when he felt Weiss become excited again did he laugh before pulling himself off of the boy. “Don’t worry, I’m finished with you.”

Weiss didn’t even care that he was trying to tease him. Restrictor liked leaving his body wanting more, hoping Weiss would implore him to continue. There was no way he was going to do something like that… ever. Not of his own free will anyway. It was summer time and that at least meant he didn’t have many clothes to find.

Restrictor watched him get dressed. “Good boy.” He smiled. “Now get out.”

Weiss nodded his head, all too happy to leave him… but somehow his dismissal of him made him feel even dirtier. He stopped at the door for a moment before he looked back. “Will you need me tomorrow?”

“I’ll think about it.”

Weiss bowed his head again before moving out of his bedroom and shutting the door behind him. He leaned against it for only a moment and tried to calm the beating of his heart. Every single time he left it was followed by wave of absolute anxiety. He’d have to go home in a moment and face Nero. He knew he tried to be okay with this at first… but he just couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Weiss covered his hand over his mouth. Things between them were getting steadily worse and worse. He took a breath to calm himself and he began moving towards the front door. He heard the door behind him open suddenly and he felt himself being pressed up into the hallway wall with a blade to his neck.

“What were you doing standing out here?” Restrictor growled. “I thought I told you to go.”

“I was just leaving.” Weiss told him.

“Waiting for me to fall asleep?” He accused.

“No!” Weiss protested.

His blood was quickening just looking at him. “Well, since you were in no rush to leave…” He grabbed the hem of his pants and jerked them down enough for his purposes before he had his legs up in the air and had his back pressed against the wall. “I guess that means you wanted this again.”

He tore into him so roughly it hurt. He only had a chance to gasp before he screamed. Restrictor must have taken it for enjoyment because he continued to pound at him the same way over and over again, tearing his body. “Stop!” He cried out.

“Not a chance.” He growled into his ear.

“You’re hurting me!” Weiss clarified, he didn’t want him thinking he was being coy.

He heard Restrictor’s breathless laughter then. “I know.”

His head rolled to his shoulder as he pinned him there. He held his breath then, forcing himself from making any kind of pained noise. If he was going to be a bastard then he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. His body was stressed and tired and he just wanted it to stop.

And when it did stop he let him drop onto the floor. He saw blood on the older man’s member, on the wall and between his legs. He trembled as he lifted his pants around his hips again. He didn’t want to say anything at all as he got up.

Visibly shaken he went to the door. His brain wasn’t working quiet right with Restrictor standing there and watching him. He wished he would have just left the first time. He fumbled with the lock. He saw Restrictor’s hand press against the wall next to him and he felt his arm move around him to help him unlock the door.

Restrictor placed a peck on his temple before he shoved him outside. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He decided. The door slammed in his face.

Weiss wasn’t too surprised at that. He always wanted him even when he really didn’t. During those times he watched him as he pleased himself or he had him do something or another.

His keeper heard through the grapevine a long time ago that Weiss knew how to cook… He hated cooking for that awful man. It’s not that he ever said anything bad about it. In fact he actually complimented him once. It took him a few minutes to register in his mind that he did it. No, it wasn’t that. It was the awkwardness of having to cook for him and thinking that he might displease him somehow.

He remembered watching a show one time when he was younger. There was a man and his wife and they were sitting down to dinner. The man threw his plate down completely disgusted with the food. It was supposed to be funny… and he thought it was at the time. Now he could only think of that happening to him now. It frightened him.
There was the cooking and then there was the silence.

Of course the silence was much preferred to talking. There was little Restrictor didn’t know about him, he had been there since he was a little one after all… watching him and tormenting him. What did Weiss have to talk about? Usually Nero and he only complained about the man he was going to every night. Not that he had that outlet anymore. He was sure Nero didn’t want to hear about his complaints now. They were self-induced and far too many.

He found out a little about Restrictor though. He never knew he was so young when he came here. He was only sixteen when he first showed up. By the time he was eighteen he had moved up as high up in rank as he could go. He advanced quickly, mostly by killing those who outranked him. Killing his father hadn’t put him on top at that very moment simply because of his age. He supposed things were almost the same for the Restrictors as it was for the other soldiers in Deep Ground. He always knew there were more of them in other parts of the facility he wasn’t allowed to be in… they just didn’t wear the same uniform he did or go by their title. He was special he guessed. Like his father used to be.

He always thought Restrictor was older when he was a little one, but that was probably because of the mask and his height. He was about fourteen years older than himself. That probably made him thirty-five right now.

And he used to think the age difference between himself and Nero was profound. That was nothing compared to this! He really was a dirty old man!

He rubbed his naked shoulder in thought. No matter what other things they did or what useless information he learned, everything always went back to sex. If he ever grumbled about Nero being insatiable… if his brother would have him back after this he would never complain again.

That man took him anywhere… of course he believed it was more out of meanness than anything. He hated those times in his room downstairs when he was tethered to his chair. He hated it even more when he did him on the floor.

The most annoying time was when he dragged him away from Nero into a supply closet. Nero just stared after them in disbelief.

Weiss was really going to enjoy killing him one of these days.

At least with this arrangement he got to spend more time with Nero. His eyes almost watered with relief at that. If he got home in a few minutes he could have dinner started. He always liked cooking for Nero after things like this. It made him feel at peace.

“Weiss the Immaculate.” A flat voice spoke out behind him as he moved.

He turned around and saw nothing. He knew though and looked down. Shelke. “What?”

She made an impatient noise, something she often did while speaking to others. It was as if she were bored having to explain herself. She seemed to think better of it today and looked downward. She might have looked stoic if she were an adult, but because her body was still that of a girl she just looked like she was pouting. “You have lost the most important person to you?”

Weiss knew she was perceptive. He was impressed but he covered it with a grin. “And what would you know about that?”

“More than you think.” She seemed impatient again. “I have lost my most important person as well.” Her voice was quieter now. “We know who is at fault.”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“I know he keeps you from the computers and a great deal many other things.” Shelke went on secretly. She was usually more straightforward but he knew her reasoning. “He lets me on them all the time.”

Weiss nodded his head at that.

“I can find things for you. People… and replacements.” Her eyes were sharp, he knew what she meant. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Then be free with me.” Weiss smiled.

“We will.” Shelke said in her monotone. “All I ask is that I’m there when it ends. I want to see it with my own eyes.”

“Then you shall be.” Weiss knew better than to linger in the hallways. Someone would be there in a few moments and would question them if they were not on their way. He nodded to Shelke as if to say goodbye and walked on.

“Wait.”

He turned his head, but not his body to listen to her voice. He saw that she did the same.

“I thought you might like to know… that your most important person is going to be following you soon. He will be your shadow.” She said quietly. “I have heard him speak. I thought you might like to know.”

So Nero was going to start following him around was he? “I see.”

“He knows about it as well.” She meant Restrictor. “He is going to try something with you… and ruin you.”

He had no idea why she might be telling him all this, the stuff to do with Restrictor’s overthrow he could understand.

Again she made an impatient noise. “It’s not that I care for the two of you or anything. I just don’t want him to take anymore… special people from anyone else.”
“Thank you then.” Weiss said, before he moved along.

A ghost of a smile crossed her lips, she might have felt pleased. “You are welcome Weiss the Immaculate.”

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Author’s Notes:
A big thanks to Aquila and FakeMemory for reviewing again! You guys have been great!

Okay… confession time (I should have put this in last chapter). I didn’t just name Restrictor, Marianne for no reason. At least the translation I found for his name meant: “The Sea of Bitterness.” I don’t know why – but I can see him as an angry sea myself. I made his name up a while ago in my head… which is where his wavy hair came from. I think my first picture of him his hair was more strait than anything. Also, I thought those things on his helm looked like weights you use on crab traps to keep them anchored onto the sea floor.

I hope this chapter isn’t complete suck. I know it’s more of Weiss being victimized, but I think this might very well be the last one. *(confetti)*

I’ve also got an idea for the ending finally… whoo hoo! So I’ll probably start writing that up soon. =D I think I might end this story yet!

Just an update: Since yet another year has gone by…

Nero just turned 19
Weiss is 21… and a half hehe. I think… yes…

I need to put their birthdays on a calendar I think.

More crap: I looked at Dirge again – I really wanted to know if Restrictor-sama is just as tall as Weiss is… of course they never stand next to each other and the angles are impossible without going into mathematics or something and comparing their heights into angles.

Blah… so I’m just making Restrictor-sama a little taller than Weiss.

Oh yeah! And because I can! (I made this crap up for my story – please do not take me seriously!)

Weiss: 6’0”, Blood type B, his birthday is December 25th he is a Capricorn.

Nero: 5’8”, Blood type B, his birthday is June 25th and he’s a Cancer.

The Leader of the Restrictors: 6’3”, Blood type O, his birthday is February 14th and he’s an Aquarius... yup.

I so did that. Made it off the top of my head. I hope to God no one reads this and actually puts it somewhere serious.

I looked at their signs and it’s pretty accurate if you look here:

http://www.astrology-online.com/persn.htm

Restrictor’s is of course the dark side of the Aquarius zodiac hehe.