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 Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 9:37 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world  Slowly, slate blue orbs turned towards the red-head that had dashed forward and closed his hand around the artist's hand, drawing his attention. Crimson splashed into the ground in a growing ring, rippling from the impact of the next drop and causing the lights reflected in it to dance. Jack stood between him and Robin, his back to the other boy as amethyst eyes searched the blue, there wasn't anything in there for him to find. The only proof that he recognized his roommate at all was that he hadn't attacked him at the first touch of contact.
"Bail would require an arrest, an arrest would require a body."Kaito informed him flatly. Unlike his usual tone though, there wasn't anything in it. Not even a touch of infliction. It was literally as empty as his eyes. The police couldn't arrest someone on suspicion without a body for proof. Robin had already established a history of vanishing, no one would ever have to think twice about it. The deeply buried quiet part of his soul flinched slightly that Jack would even care. Was he protecting him? That part of his mind sank a touch deeper under the emptiness.
Like a snake shifting between targets he turned his head with studied stillness towards Robin as he spoke, suggesting the hospital. Kaito's head tipping slightly so a few strands of blue slid across the gaping emptiness of his eyes. Jack's voice calling his real name pulled his attention more than anything else had, although nothing touched the blankness in his aura or eyes as he shifted them to Jack's worried pair as he asked about the hospital. Slowly Kaito lifted his hand, causing the blood to slide the opposite direction and run towards his elbow rather than his fingers. The result was his whole lower arm was now liberally streaked in crimson. Carefully he turned it back and forth before dropping it to his side casually once more.
"The radial artery's been nicked. I have twenty minutes before severe blood loss or shock."Kaito drawled, a calm pointing out of the facts. He'd turned his wrist enough that it had only caught the edge of it rather than something more severe. There must have been enough of someone home though, because Jack's worry over him prompted him to pull a cell phone from his pocket and punch in a series of buttons calmly.
"Kaito for Dr. Tarsh."He spoke in the same tone he'd been using for several moments, waiting with an almost unnatural stillness until the doctor came on the phone. He gave him the address of the hotel and a time limit and nothing more before hanging up. He held the phone out for Jack without changing expressions.
"Taxi."and that was it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 10:03 am
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Jack could feel more than see when Robin tensed behind him. You couldn’t hear a flat prediction of your death in that tone and not be affected. It would have given Jack himself a shiver if he hadn’t been too busy trying not to completely go insane. Kaito was all but dead internally and his physical body was rapidly headed in the same direction. There was too much blood. Red was absolutely painting the world, darker and more eye catching than even the hair he’d put up with all his life. Not even his stupid name had worked when he tried it. Jack was getting desperate.
Blood loss. Twenty minutes. The words washed over him without much meaning as he tried to focus. Blood. Had to stop the blood. Jack’s shirt was off and wrapped around the arm in an instant. Even if it only bought ten more seconds it was something. Almost instantly the shirt was soaked in crimson, the t-shirt material sucking it up like a sponge. As soon as the call was over, Jack cursed. “The ******** hotel?” he snarled. “We don’t have time to go anywhere but the hospital.” But that was all the argument he gave. He snatched the phone away and shoved it in his pocket, still holding the t-shirt firmly around the blue eyed boy’s lower arm.
“Not the time,” he said without looking back.
“You’re never going to get a taxi to take you to a hotel like that,” Robin said, catching up with a since and holding his ribs like they were on fire. Jack rather hoped they were at least cracked. “Police or hospital if they don’t outright refuse. I’ve got a car.”
Jack’s expression turned to one of hesitation, anger and worry tearing through his eyes like a wildfire. Putting Kaito in Robin’s car sounded distinctly unhealthy. But if it was Robin or Kaito, Kaito’s safety won. “…Fine. But if you pull anything, I swear to god…”
Robin nodded, cast a wary look at Kaito, and lead the way to a dark blue sedan that was blessedly close. Jack wrapped an arm around Kaito and pulled him into the backseat, holding him and wishing death on every other car or traffic light on the road. Robin was smart enough to realize he couldn’t get away with anything this time and punched the gas, getting them to the hotel at a distinctly illegal rate.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 10:17 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Kaito didn't react to the other boy when he tensed, it hadn't been a promise, merely a deceleration of fact. Robin was going to die. There would be no body to be found, nothing. End of story. It wasn't anything to panic about because it couldn't be stopped.
Jack stripping his shirt and wrapping it around his arm had the blue haired male once more tipping his head. The action suggesting a sort of question although there was nothing about the male to give away he even cared enough to wonder. The rapidly darkening shirt certainly didn't seem to garner any sort of fear or pain reaction from him. Perhaps because there was nothing but the emptiness he allowed himself to be pulled into the crowd and towards the entrance of the boardwalk. People moving out of the way with dark looks because Kaito certainly didn't appear to be in a hurry or in pain.
It didn't take them long to reach the front, Robin's calling Jack's name causing the young heir to turn his head slowly to pin his dead snake eyes on the male in question as he caught up with them and offered his car. It gained no reaction from the person watching him with the simplicity of a hunter. Taking in the hold on his ribs. A few more pound of pressure and he could likely shove the broken rib into a lung. It would take at least an hour for his lungs to fill completely with blood and drown him.
Yet Kaito said nothing as Jack finally agreed and followed after Robin to the sedan a short distance away. He got into the car because he was already mentally tracking his time simply because he would be useless within a certain amount of time and unable to complete his desire of watching the life drain from the driver's eyes.
"The injury isn't that severe."Kaito drawled, slowly turning his head to look at the red-head beside him that was holding him in place as if he was going to pass out at any moment. Severe was an instant kill, five minutes to live. This was nothing close to that. The blood wasn't going to do much worse than stain the car and the t-shirt. Although it was a good sign he'd said something, it suggested that some part of him was rising close enough to the surface to try and sooth Jack's worry. Other than the existence of the words it would have been impossible to tell in the otherwise empty male.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 10:33 am
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Hearing Kaito’s usual drawl was painful in that situation. The blatant lie even more so. He was bleeding out, had already admitted there was less than half an hour before his body started to shut down from the bloodloss (how much time now?), and it wasn’t that sever? “You damn well know it is, you a**,” Jack shot back, voice a growl. He didn’t want to say that, hadn’t meant it to come out that way. He was worried, desperately holding onto Kaito as though he could keep the blood in his body through sheer force of will. He didn’t want to growl at him, to say things he didn’t mean, because what if-
No. No, he could talk to Kaito however he wanted because there was always time to make up for it later. They would get to the hotel, Dr. whats-his-name would remove the glass and close the arm, Jack would help Kaito push Robin out a window, and they’d go back to the school and back to their usual pattern of arguing and making up. Nothing would change. Nothing had better change or it was going to kill Jack and a lot of innocent bystanders.
He was dimly aware of Robin watching them in the rearview mirror but he couldn’t even find enough energy to turn away from Kaito and tell him to get his eyes back on the ******** road. His head bent low, instinctively nuzzling his favorite spot on Kaito’s neck without thinking, inhaling the scent of Kaito and the new addition of salt from the ocean. His grip tightened. He wanted nothing more than to rewind to that moment on the beach because this time Jack wouldn’t have stopped until Kaito was completely his and the universe wouldn’t dare pull something like this in an attempt to separate them.
He was dragging Kaito out before the car completely stopped. “Alright, where’s your doctor?” he demanded, eyes sweeping the lobby of the hotel and looking for some kind of official. He didn’t even know if the doctor was a man or a woman.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 10:57 am
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world The blue haired male meet the anger and growl head on with an empty look, not responding in any way to the emotions coming off the red-head next to him. He just stared with the soul sucking blankness that he'd sank into.
"The radial is a lesser artery."It was why it was not counted as one of the top places for a kill strike. Sliced severely enough and it would result in death, but there was plenty of time to repair the damage, unlike with a jugular or femoral artery. After his calm statement Kaito returned his empty slate blue eyes towards the front and traffic as they passed through it. It wasn't until something touched his neck that any real hope might have manifested.
Nothing touched his eyes or his expression, but as Jack nuzzled into his neck Kaito softly touched his arm with his good hand. A small movement, just a light touch, but it was significant given he had to pull high enough up through the cold emptiness to give that acknowledgment. He COULD come back, but at the moment the fact that he was safer behind it was holding him there. That and Robin still needed to die. Touching closer brought a pain he honestly wasn't sure he could handle.
Soon enough they were at the hotel and the blank male was being pulled out o the car and into the lobby while Jack demanded to know where the doctor was. The receptionist looked up, but because there wasn't anything in his face to suggest there was a problem she didn't seem sure what to make of the red-head's obvious distress. Thankfully someone else solved the problem for her.
Tall and painfully thin a dark haired male in his late forties stepped forward and positioned himself so that he stood in front of Kaito and between the heir and the rest of the room. He dipped a formal, but American, bow.
"Kaito-dono. This way please."he flickered his dark grey eyes towards the boy holding him and then towards the third boy in the car but there was no question in them. One didn't stay with the Sorazorashii family's services long if one asked questions. Kaito inclined his head towards the doctor and casually stepped forward to follow him as the doctor walked them towards the elevators. The blue haired male swayed slightly but corrected it almost instantly and focused on the other male's back.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 11:14 am
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“I’m so thrilled you’re dying slowly instead of quickly,” Jack grumbled, though a tiny bit of the weight had eased. Kaito wouldn’t lie, not to him, not when this much was at stake. So it really wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Jack didn’t know, um, jack about which artery was which or how important they were. All he knew was all that blood covering the shirt and the boardwalk and probably the inside of Robin’s car belong back inside Kaito or bad things would happen.
Violet eyes widened very slightly at the touch and he quickly lifted his head to look at Kaito. There was still nothing there, but… He let out a breath, sinking back into the other boy’s shoulder. Stupid hope. The fact that there was evidence to support his otherwise irrational belief that he hadn’t completely lost his Kaito was going to make it that much more painful if he were wrong. Doesn’t matter, he decided. Let him be this shell if you have to, but don’t let the blood loss be too great. Jack wanted to hurt something, but there was nothing to attack. Robin, sure, but that would require letting go of Kaito. Which was not going to happen.
He eyed the newly appeared man whom he could only assume was the doctor with suspicion. His grip tightened on Kaito and he arranged himself so that the good arm was around Jack’s neck and Jack’s arm was around his back, holding him up. He glared at Kaito as if to say protest to the arrangement would be met with Jack carrying Kaito bridal style through the hotel for the entire world to see.
He followed the doctor back wherever they were going, only surrendering the blue eyed male at the last possible moment.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 12:23 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Kaito failed to react at all to the repositioning he was given by the red-head. Simply allowing himself to use the other male because he was beginning to be more than slightly effected by the amount of blood he'd lost. He probably had ten minutes or less before he started passing out. The staff gave them curious looks but made no connection between the frigid but poised figure in a suit earlier and the empty shell in punk clothing. The manager would have thrown them out had he not recognized the bright red hair as belonging to one of his guests.
Dr. Tarsh waited until they were in the elevator before pushing the button for the correct floor. It had been easy for him to get the information on Kaito's room because he was his registered doctor. One of them at least. The young heir actually had several due to his traveling so extensively. It was shear luck that Dr. Tarsh happened to work out of the area as he normally had to fly out to assist the boy. He had another doctor in New York Tarsh knew, but he rarely allowed the other woman to look at him. He supposed he should be flattered that Kaito-dono let him near him given his issues with personal space. Which was why he raised an eyebrow at the red-head as soon as the doors closed behind them but he didn't say anything.
It wasn't until the made it to the correct room number and Kaito handed over his key to the doctor that he decided it was safe enough to speak. He stepped aside to allow the two younger males to enter, his gaze instantly dropping to the heavily bleeding arm that had soaked through the t-shirt wrapped around it already.
"How many people did he kill?"he asked calmly, his way of testing the red-head. Anyone squeamish had no place working for one of Sorazorashii's. He had no idea that the red-head might mean more to his patient, thinking he might be a new bodyguard. Akaito-dono occasionally tried hiring one for his son but it usually ended quickly when the young heir grew bored with them.
Kaito slipped away from Jack without a word and let the wet shirt hit the floor with a splatter that coating the carpet in droplets before calmly holding his arm out for the doctor who took it and critically looked it over before nodding towards a chair. At least when he was like this Kaito-dono was easy to handle. Except while attacking he was very docile.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 12:43 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack pointedly ignored the doctor except to send threatening thoughts his way about what he would do to the man should he not be able to fix Kaito. They were rather similar to his plans for Robin if his ex ended up being responsible for any sort of permanent damage. Robin had better hope Kaito got through this without so much as loosing consciousness because being there in case Kaito said something, anything to prove he might be coming back further was about all that was keeping Jack from marching back there and sticking his head under a moving bus.
He did wish the doctor was a woman though. Another guy being as close as the doctor would need to be, even in a professional sense, did not sit well with the redhead. It was even worse knowing Kaito was responding more like a doll than a human being. Even with blood on his hands and the memory of how badly he’d beaten Robin (who wasn’t exactly a weakling) in mere minutes fresh in his mind, Kaito looked oddly vulnerable. The doctor had better keep his eyes and hands above that waist or they were all going to be in trouble.
They made it back to the room and Kaito was still walking under most of his own power. Jack allowed himself a small sigh of relief. His eyes flicked up to the doctor. With a look that could fry eggs in December, he hissed “Unless you need an answer from me to do your ******** job, don’t ask stupid questions.” It was a little disturbing to have that be the first thing the man said to him though. It meant he was perfectly capable of believing Kaito had murdered more than one person and his only evidence for such a thing was Kaito’s blank state. And true as that might be, Jack wasn’t going to admit Kaito had done anything unless there was a very good reason behind it. He was desperate, not stupid.
“…has this happened before?” he couldn’t help asking, tone a bit less heated this time. By ‘this’ he meant the withdraw from reality, the blank deadness set in the blue eyes. If it had, that was good, wasn’t it? If he could recover from it once, he could damn well do it again.
He hovered nearby as the doctor examined Kaito, a bundle of restless energy that couldn’t move more than a yard or two from Kaito’s side.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:05 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Tarsh didn't seem particularly frightened by the heated look he was sent. Given who he worked for that wasn't likely much of a surprise. He'd faced down Kaito when he didn't want to have an exam done, the little red-headed bodyguard was not likely to bring about any sort of reaction but a calm disdain. He seemed to be taking his job as Kaito's guard quite seriously, at least. Perhaps when Kaito-dono woke up he would keep his job.
"There are no such things as stupid questions, son."he informed him before setting his brief case down on the bed and walking into the bathroom to fill a bucket with water and grab a second one as he came back out.
"Fill this with ice."it was the tone he used on his own orderlies so he had no doubt it would be obeyed as he set the bucket of water to the side of the blue haired male's chair and using one of the towels from the hotel room began to clean off the blood carefully in order to get a better look at the damage that had been done.
"About four years ago Akaito-dono decided that his son's obsession with painting was interfering with his work. He ordered all the pieces be burned."Tarsh had been there helping their mother with a new bout of depression when it had happened. He could still vividly remember watching Kaito-dono walk out of his empty drawing room and head towards his father's office. He'd killed three guards and one maid who'd accidentally gotten in the way before they'd done enough damage to him to knock the boy unconscious.
It took four and a half days before the young heir came back out of the dark emptiness and they'd had to keep his father away from him the entire time. He'd behaved much like this, a doll with no real will except if his father got near him. He'd gotten quite animated then. Akaito-dono had never touched his son's art again. Tarsh privately believed that the little episode had scared their leader a great deal more than he'd let on. The doctor fully believed Akaito-dono would die at his son's hand one day. He shook his head slightly and brought himself out of the memory as he grabbed his tweezers and started pulling out glass.
"He ended up killing four people before it was all done."he finished letting a peice of green glass about the size of a quarter hit the bucket of bloody water with a splash. Kaito was leaned back in the chair with no expression on his face, his eyes closed. It was only the fact he was deathly pale that proved how dangerous the injury really was.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:22 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack frowned at the man, but it was less aggressive this time, more contemplative than anything else. And just in case it was important in some way, he decided to answer. There were no witnesses and if the doctor were playing some kind of game he could always deny the admission of a fight later. “No one. Almost, but I got between them before he could finish it. Was afraid he’d bleed out.” There was very little doubt that Kaito would have killed Robin. Short of a lightning strike from God, there hadn’t been anything to prevent it. Robin had obviously been outmatched, even if he’d got in a lucky hit with whatever glass was currently embedded in Kaito’s arm.
Jack snatched the bucket with a wordless growl and cast one last look at Kaito before sprinting out of the room and down the hall. There was some yelling as he shoved aside a couple of other hotel patrons, collected the ice, and rushed back. He returned as the doctor was whipping the blood away. Jack thunked the bucket down beside him and resumed his angry nervous hovering act.
His eyes were on Kaito as the redhead listened to the story. He remembered with a jolt when he’d threatened to burn Kaito’s notebook himself. Why the hell wasn’t Jack in a coma for attempting such a thing? Recent evidence suggested Kaito would have had no trouble putting him there and that the notebook was important enough for him to have tried if anyone else had done it. Jack had been trying to coax Kaito back from the way he’d retreated after learning who Jack’s sponsor was and could remember feeling jealous of the way the stupid notebook held Kaito’s attention more than he did. He’d had no idea that simply surviving that incident was proof in itself of how Kaito felt.
He didn’t know what to say when the story had finished. It was impossible. A thirteen year old killing four people? Four adults? But he believed it. That was the crazy thing. When it came to Kaito, Jack could believe just about anything. A hand moved and touched a small strand of storm colored hair, pushing it back from the matching eyes. It was a more tender action than he would have shown in front of this witness, but all he could see was a small Kaito grieving for his lost art. Too pale. He missed the color of Kaito’s skin, the blushes that he was sometimes able to draw out of him, the way his eyes flashed with the emotions he usually kept hidden when he was caught off guard.
“How did you bring him back?” he demanded suddenly as the clink of glass against metal broke the spell.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:59 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world "You...got between them?"he asked slowly, remembering the maid who had been hurrying out of Akaito-dono's room. What she'd been doing there had been obvious as she adjusted her shirt before turning around and jerking to a stop as she'd stared at Kaito-dono a few inches from her. He'd hit her in the chest, breaking her diaphragm with a solid hit. The girl had literally suffocated to death on the hallway floor, unable to draw in breath. The young heir had walked right over her thrashing form and towards into the guard that had lept forward to stop him.
The dark grey eyes swept over the red-head once more, this time with much more intent. He'd believed the boy to be nothing more than a hired hand by his father, but why would Kaito-dono have stopped if that was the case. Another piece of glass fell into the bucket as Tarsh indicated the smaller towel with his chin.
"Run water over the top of the arm, I have to be able to see it better to put the stitches in."he instructed him, his mind playing over the simple touch. For just a second Kaito had turned his head towards the feel of that, with his eyes still closed. Given how little the blue haired male responded in this state it was a world to think about.
"Kaito-dono, would you care to answer that? Turn your arm."Tarsh instructed, interested to see if his hunch was correct. Why else would the artist have stopped an attack just because someone asked him too? To have sunk to this level it must have been something serious to the young male. And the casual touch was too easily accepted. He'd had to give warnings before touching the young male just to keep him from lashing out. No one was allowed in Kaito-dono's personal space. Or so he'd thought.
"When it stops."Kaito answered, his voice still just as empty and flat as he opened his eyes to reveal they were slightly glassy but still void of anything. Tarsh waited for the water, holding up a sterilized needle and thread. So he answered. Not a very understandable answer, Tarsh had no idea WHAT was supposed to end, but he'd actually answered.
The truth was that Kaito was already drifting back to the surface slowly. Each little touch working to remind him why he didn't have to stay in the cold, although the pain was waiting for him. He wasn't going to come back while anyone else was there. He closed his eyes again and turned his arm as instructed as more blood dripped down into the bucket below him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:13 pm
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Jack gave a half shrug, not looking away from Kaito. “So I’m an idiot. You don’t exactly stop to draw up pros and cons when you see someone like that.” Because it hadn’t occurred to Jack that Kaito might kill him. Even knowing what he knew now he would have done the same thing. It wasn’t bravery, it was trust. He didn’t have to be brave to risk getting in front of Kaito if he was absolutely convinced that he wouldn’t be hurt. Not on purpose anyway. He wouldn’t have been shocked if he’d been punched for his efforts, but lethally? No, he couldn’t imagine it.
And realizing he trusted someone like that was painful. That lighter was his now but for a long time it had still been Robin’s. And when it had still been Robin’s in his mind it had evolved into a reminder that exposing yourself like that made you vulnerable. When you couldn’t imagine someone hurting you, it was as good as painting a big fat target on your chest and handing the other person a loaded gun. Games were so much better. Kaito was supposed to have been a game. A fun diversion to mess with and provide amusement through small torments and prods at Jack’s hands. He wasn’t supposed to be in-
Jack soaked the towel and carefully cleaned the skin with the water, whipping it away as needed for the doctor to work. All that was keeping him from going insane were the small responses he got. He felt like someone dying of thirst trying to catch drops coming from a leaky faucet. It wasn’t enough, but he wasn’t to the point of throwing things and shaking Kaito yet. Which was probably a good thing since that might have gotten one or both of them killed.
“When what stops?” Jack growled, frustration furrowing his eyebrows. “Tell me. I’ll stop it.” Was going to stop it right into the ******** ground.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 2:30 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world "You normally don't get a chance to make them later either."Dr. Tarsh pointed out softly. It wasn't that he was an idiot that was surprising, it was that he was alive. Why would Kaito-dono have stopped except for the one reason that any human did. He leaned down and picked up an ice cube and straightened, his grey gaze sliding along his patient and freezing when he meet dead slate orbs. There was nothing in that look to suggest an emotion, but the promise in them was enough. Kaito knew that he had figured something out, in some ways that reaction was the final piece of proof, but he wasn't stupid. Akaito-dono wouldn't live forever after all.
"Kaito-dono."he inclined his head respectfully, silently agreeing to keep the information a secret. Because it was his death staring him in the face and in his current mood there would literally be nothing that would stop him from seeing it through. Tarsh had a young wife who wanted nothing but sex and money from him and a long life yet to live, he didn't plan on throwing it away for whatever temporary benefit he'd get from Akaito-dono. Apparently that was enough because the eyes slid closed once more and the dark haired man tried to relearn breathing.
"Good, now just hold it above the wound and any time he starts bleeding squeeze water on to it, but don't touch the wound directly."the doctor advised the red-head, clearing his throat as placed the ice cube against the pale, pale skin and sliding it around for a moment before dropping the bloody piece in the bucket below and puncturing the now stiff skin with the needle. He slowly began to stitch the damaged area closed, staring with the artery itself.
"The pain."Kaito monotoned his answer, his voice having picked up a touch of a slurr as the blood loss had progressed. It was the only real indication of life in the doll-like tone. Although otherwise he didn't wince ore even react when the needle punctured his flesh and began knitting it back together. Other than the ice there was no anesthesia. Not that he needed it at the moment, the pain he was sunk beneath was bigger than anything physical.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 5:33 pm
xxxxxxxxxxʃ ɑ с ҡ . || CITY BOY - SURFER BOY ||
Jack allowed himself a wry smile that was more bitter than friendly. He wasn’t going to say he wasn’t glad he’d survived the experience, but even knowing what he knew now (it didn’t cross his mind to doubt the story) he would have done it again, stepping right between the two he wished he didn’t trust quite so implicitly. There was probably some kind of metaphor in it, the person who taught him what trusting cost on one side and the person for whom betrayal of that trust could mean death on the other. But metaphors were stupid. The universe wasn’t trying to tell him anything except that he was an idiot. And he already knew that much.
Something seemed to be happening between Kaito and the doctor. Jack eyed both of them, determining the level of threat involved. He couldn’t toss the doctor out, not until the stitching was done, but it was increasingly tempting when some kind of silent conversation took place between them. His shoulders rolled back and he leaned forward a bit, claiming his right as the person allowed to be close to Kaito and heavily implying that the doctor had better complete his work and get the hell away from his blue eyed male. Screw subtle. Jack was going to start physically growling in a moment.
But he did not stiffly and made sure to keep the wound as clear of the blood as he could, soaking it again in the water as needed. His eyes were locked onto the stitches until he was convinced they were going smoothly, then jerked straight back to Kaito when the words were spoken.
His chest wrenched sharply. “Do you have a second choice?” he asked with black humor. “I’m not so good with the stopping pain. But I can transfer it to someone else if you like.” His free hand found Kaitos and took it, twining their fingers. If Kaito had asked for Robin’s head on a plate, Jack would have only needed to ask if the pate had to actually be china because finding one of those might take him a while. Yes, part of him still cared about Robin. Jack was too emotional a person to sever ties like that on a whim or even through time or anger. But they paled in comparison to the hold Kaito had on him.
His eyes slid to the doctor. “Are you done yet?” he snapped.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 5:57 pm
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world Dr. Tarsh ignored the emotions practically radiating from the red-head. He never really thought about what sort of person Kaito-dono would be paired with. He had sort of assumed it would be similar to his father's and he would be treating the subsequent woman for depression among other things as he had Kaito's mother. He never would have assumed the boy would attach himself to someone voluntarily, let alone to someone so emotional. Kaito-dono treated emotions like a leper, never allowed to touch his frozen heart. But with Kaito's training an emotional attachment like that could be dangerous.
Still it wasn't his place to question and that one empty stare from the boy was enough to make sure he didn't in the future. He HAD seen some of what Kaito and Akaito-dono could do and he had no desire to be on the receiving end of it. So he concentrated on his work, occasionally icing the flesh to freeze it again. On a normal patient he would have gotten screaming and crying by now, probably a large percentage would have simply passed out. It was possible the blue haired boy had given how still he was in the chair with his eyes closed but Tarsh doubted it.
The red-head continued to radiate menace as he kept the wound clean before moving to take the blue haired boy's hand in his own. It was brave, given there was a witness to it. Surely he had to understand who he was touching...but then could a child fully understand all the implications involved? He knew he would eventually. At least from the look he'd received it was possible that Kaito-dono would shield him as he could.
"No."Was the soft answer, the pale boy's tone having picked up no more inflections during the process for the stitches. Although his hand did slowly close around the offered one. He was sweating slightly, his body reacting to the pain even if he wasn't. A few more stitches and Tarsh pulled the thread tight and tied it off before snipping away the excess.
"Yes. He needs to eat foods high in iron and rest often. He has my number should an emergency occur."several pills and bottles made an appearance and were set on the table near the chair. The doctor was addressing the red-head now because despite being empty, Kaito-dono was still human and he wasn't likely in a position to remember any of his instructions.
"It needs to be cleaned and disinfected every day. No pulling or scratching at the stitches. Have him take each of these pills once a day for a month, that will flush any chance infection from his system."a clean white strip of cloth was pulled out as Tarsh expertly bound the wound and then slipped it into a sling before carefully sliding the strap over the heir's head. He froze for a second when the blue eyes snapped open, before moving cautiously back. It was a good sign though, that was a space awareness he was showing which meant he was surfacing. It was much faster than Tarsh had expected.
"That will be all, gentleman. Good evening, Kaito-dono."the dark haired male stood, collecting his bag and dipping a respectful bow to the male who had once more closed his eyes and was sitting limply in the chair. He still looked like a doll for all the life that was in him. He did not envy the red-head for his choice. It would likely get him killed. Without a backwards glance the doctor left the room and headed towards his car. He'd receive a call if something went wrong.
The slate blue haired male didn't move as the door closed behind the doctor. His breathing short and shallow being the only sign that he was still alive for all the color in his skin, but his hand was still holding the one that had been twined between his fingers.
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