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Rioushu looked at Oriya flip through a magazine and hold up a small vat. He took the vat and smiled. "Sweet, tell doc I'll be seeing him in a couple of weeks." Rioushu said.

Grunting lightly, he just glared through his one good eye. Damn Muraki..Damn him..! Struggling lightly, he still found himself still unable to move. Giving a mental sigh of anger, he let his eye move away from Muraki and to the ceiling. He wouldn't give that b*****d the satsfaction of seeing him anymore hurt then he already was due to wounds. The 'molseters' of his body Squall would handle later, personaly, he didn't see why any reason Muraki would want to get involved in -his- business. Closing his good eye to focus on ignoreing the pain, he went silent again. Saying nothing to Muraki nor looking at him.

Upon hearing the loud 'snap', Squalls eye flew open again. Unable to look down at what it was on his neck, nor could he feel due to the fact his hands were bond together by some weird ribbon. Great...Glaring at Muraki, he was already fueled with an extreme hate for this man. He was going to pound this man into the ground if it was the last thing he did. Why did people always seem to enjoy tying him up? First it was Seifer when that pyscho was tourmenting him and now it was Muraki. Great..Just great. Unable to do anything about it at the moment, all he could do was shoot the man with a deadly glare before looking off again. He couldn't find the binds because of how badly he was wounded and the binds also seemed to tight to move much anyway. Intense blue-grey eyes just stared upward at the ceiling. Ignoreing the man.

"-This collar will come off soon.."

It wasn't a threat, it was a promise. He was going to tear that stupid thing off as son as he could move. Even thou he couldn't see what it was, he knew all too well after the first time he was on him. And he would tear it off and throw it at his feet again. He didn't know what else he could do to show Muraki that he didn't play for 'that' team. Despite his calm quiet nature, people always got the wrong idea just for the fact, after Riona's death, he didn't have much interest in women. He never did in the first place until she grew on him..Because he never went out of his way to get some pun-nanny, many people considered him gay. After knocking the s**t repeatedly out of Muraki, this man was apparently thinking the same thing. To Squall, he just didn't give a dman about proving anything to anyone. If they thought he was gay, Fine, he would let them. They weren't his biggest concern anyway.

First things was first, get better and ignore Muraki's advance's. Knock him in the face whenever he could and get well so he could leave this hellhole and go find Riona's killers...The D.G. Org. He was ratted out on the first time he tried to sneek into one of their base's but this time..he would be more careful. And try to bring the Island leader, Aoince along..

His eyes seemed sort of clouded over as if anything Muraki was doing didn't phase him at all..sort of..putting himself on a almost trance like level. Thou, he was still perfectly aware of everything around him.

"....."

Not seeming to care, he allowed it to continue. He had somehow found his mini happy place somewhere among the desert plain that was his mind.

"...."

Gatz, doing his rounds of the island (for once), opened the door and peeked inside the room. He took one look at Squall, tied to a bed with velet rope and wearing a strange collar, then looked at Muraki standing over the man with a strange expresion on his face.

"... Sorry to interupt," he said, a sweatdrop running down the back of his head. "I'll just be leaving..."

Muraki's silvery brow cocked before he looked to Gatz. Okay. That was it. New comers who didn't knock or even go to the receptionist office were not welcome. And luckily, Muraki knew just how to scare the man off. He stood up and licked his fingers seductively, his eyes turning narrowed in a lustful manner as he started walking towards Gatz, his hips swaying side to side rather...gayly. "Is there anything you need some help with, big boy?" He asked in voice which was simply filled with purr, one arm moving and resting on the wall next to Gatz, the silver-haired man bringing his face merely inches from the new-comers as he whispered in a wanton voice, "Or maybe you were just looking for an easy ride...you wanna join us?"

"Judging from the tone of your voice, you might have already beat him getting there..." Gatz pointed out teasingly. He looked back at Mutaki and calmly shook his head.

"Sorry, but you two aren't my type," he explained. "You're a bit too pyschotic for my tastes, and Squall over there is too angsty and depressing. Not to mention the fact you're both lacking some important pieces of equiment..." he finished, gesturing to outline a woman's curvey silhouette.

"So, what's your 'patient' in here for? Did he get in a fight or something?"