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 Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 9:13 am
The punch clipped him under the chin and he tasted blood from either his lip or he'd nipped his own tongue with the somewhat glancing glow. <******** that..." He snarled, and since he was SITTING on him and couldn't punch Scheelite in the Gut, instead he lifted onto his knees and -sat- back down as hard as he could to knock the wind out of him as best he could.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 10:17 am
This probably wouldn't have been so painful if Z wasn't sitting right where the vast majority of Scheelite's injuries usually were. Really, today he had been doing -just- fine, but over the course of his time in the Negaverse anywhere near his ribs had become rather sensitive.
So, as Z rocked and slammed himself around on Schee's chest and gut area, the taller lieutenant YELPED loudly and went from squirming to escape to simply trying to curl up into a protective ball. <******** you, get the HELL off!"
He aimed one more punch up at the shorter boy before whimpering again and trying to roll to his side to throw Z off.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 11:44 am
He yelped as the next blow took him in the cheek and spat out a little dollop of blood and ran his tongue over his teeth to make sure none were loosened.
"GIVE UP!... SAY IT!" Snarled Zink taking a handful of collar to try and ensure that he wouldn't be tossed. Whatever reason there was, doing that seemed to have been exceptionally effective.
"SAY it or I'll do it again! SAY it you b*****d!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 6:39 pm
"Like HELL I'm giving in to you, ******** you man I ain't saying nothing of the sort!"
Fine, bucking him off wasn't working. Let's see about nabbing the shorter boy by the hair and giving it a rather hard YANK.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 7:09 pm
"AUUUUGH!!!" HE howled, the sharp yank on his hair making a line of fire along his scalp, so he did the only thing he could think of, rammed his boot heels into Scheelite's sides like you'd kick a horse while trying to bend with the yank so he wouldn't find himself a fistful short.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 7:24 pm
The noise that escaped Scheelite was the most pained noise Zink would have ever heard from him. The taller lieutenant let go of his hair, and let one badly aimed punch fly before going rather still.
"Get...off..."
The demand was strained, and a few tears squeezed their way out of his eyes and trickled down his face.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 7:28 pm
"SAY IT"
Zinkenite said sharply, a little hoarse and quivering with tension.
He would not.. COULD not let this co without an agreement. If he just got off, there would be another time, and a time after he was sure of it. Just like every other bully out there.
"SAY it and I'll get off" he snarled through clenched teeth, even though something in his gut -wrenched- to see the tears in the other boys eyes. They were FAR too much like Demy's... and it upset him on 'those' kind of levels, the ones he was still grappling with...
"Say it..." He said again in a calmer voice. He'd actually dodged that last so half hearted punch, his heart still pounding in his ears he didn't even want to think how he'd feel when the adrenaline wore off. Couldn't believe what he'd DONE. But then he couldn't let himself believe it was OVER yet... not unless the other said.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 7:49 pm
As the adrenaline slowly faded away, it took with it the more aggressive part of his personality. Snarky jackass Schee sat in his mental corner and simply laughed at the current predicament Demy found himself in.
You're such a weakling, you know that?
"Shut UP!"
As if, you can't even beat some midget like -Z-. How the hell are you going to make it through the Negaverse?
"I'll be fine, shut the <******** up and get out of my head!"
The voice simply laughed, leaving the boy squirming weakly on the ground to curse and shout at himself.
A few moments of silence....
"Get off please...you...y-you win this time, just...whatever man, get -off-. PLEASE"
It wasn't sarcastic, snarky, or even curse filled. It sounded heartfelt and like it was all he could do to keep himself from bursting out into sobs.
Which wasn't all that far from the truth.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 7:54 pm
Zink blinked, disbelieving, he lingered there staring for a long moment before he did it, sliding off and starting to stand before sitting -right- back down again feeling like his limbs had gone to jelly on him. God DAMN adrenaline rush.
He wanted to ask if the other was OK suddenly, going from badass to blubbering was... well he was even MORE like Dem this way, like the night he'd been bullied.
They were... hadn't Scheelite had aching ribs in that restaurant?
It couldn't be... it could NOT be.
He shook his head... no way... NO way.
"Thank you." He made himself say with as much dignity as he could, and then wiped blood from his lips from one of the punches, God damn he thought it was split.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 8:04 pm
"Thank you....god man, why does -everyone- go for the god damn ribs?"
Scheelite stayed on the ground a few extra moments before eventually forcing himself up and onto his feet. He was pretty unsteady, the pain was quickly radiating throughout his ******** even after -all- this you still haven't figured it out have you? Well....whatever. Guess we're partners here too...so what's your plan for -this- hrm?..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 8:14 pm
A moment, just a heartbeat and his eyes widened like saucers.
"YOUUUU... You CAN'T BE!!... You....b*****d YOU ATTACKED ME!!" He snarled standing on shaky legs and pointing an accusing finger.
"I'LL GIVE YOU -RIBS- YOu...YOUUUUUU"
Demy said he loved him, he cared about Demy, but if Demy was Schee... and he thought he was, and couldn't for the LIFE of him figure out why he'd never made the match before... Scheelite tried to KILL him.
"HOW COULD YOU... You... "
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 8:20 pm
Argh, he was feeling pretty bad. That mental voice continued to laugh at him, and the more he thought about it the more he realized he didn't really have the energy to even maintain this form. With a sad sort of sigh he let it go, the corruption washing off of him like oil, leaving behind a somewhat disheveled looking Demetri Wright.
"Yeah yeah, it's me..."
Cringing he reached up a hand to brush some of his hair back into place. Sometime during their scuffle it had blown down into his face.
"I told you I wasn't myself that night in the alley...I dunno man. Stuff just...happens when I'm running around as Scheelite. I never really -wanted- to harm you...something just sort of egged me on..."
He was rubbing at his arm, gaze focused off to the side so he could look anywhere but Z. This was so embarrassing to explain, how do you simply excuse away the fact you attacked the one you -loved- on more than one occasion?
"I wanted to tell you man...I just...couldn't. That's why I tried to look after you as him too, but apparently I'm not very good at it..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 8:27 pm
Zinkenite stood there for a while longer, eyes narrowed, angry, hurt... betrayed... all the emotions that Z normally stuffed into a box and put into one of his booby trapped doors.
All the ones that had come out long enough after the accident to admit to Demy that he -did- care too.
Perhaps his soul was just a little more 'corruptible' than Schee's, leaving him a little less 'segmented' between civilian and Lieutenant, it mixed more evenly, not at all the oil and water mixture of his companion.
Whatever the case, you could almost see the hurt being boxed away, anger was chipped at till just enough remained for a hard glint in his eyes as he unfolded his arms and stared at the smaller padlock around Demy's neck.
The look didn't change when his 'uniform' faded back into his normal clothing either... "Let's go home"
He said quietly "We can talk 'business' tomorrow...
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 8:48 pm
Docile, Demy moved to follow along at the other's heels. This particular action was nothing new for his behavior, but considering it followed right after Scheelite's bizarre sudden attack on him...
It was slightly unsettling.
"I didn't want to hurt you...really...you gotta believe me..."
His own quiet statement was rather pitiful. The words were whispered in such a tone it sounded more like pleading than anything else.
"Please...?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 9:03 pm
"Did I -say- I didn't?" he asked though there was still an edge to his words.
"It's not as though you could flat out -tell- me correct?" he turned looking over his shoulder with an arched eyebrow.
"And I'm letting you walk behind me... I'm -trusting- you to do that."
There was a sort of even and measured calculation in the words but... it covered something more, just a hint of the tension and hurt from before. Pandora's box was breached, and would not be closed so easily.
"We just have to come to... an arrangement... as far as being in Uniform goes... alright? We're to be partners after all..."
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