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 Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 3:17 pm
He was definately calming down, that much was obvious to see. His whole body was just melting up against Yamagawa's --he tasted good-- and there was a tension sliding out of his eyes and he was just going back to the way he had been, the notgoingcrazy way which was good because he didn't really like himself when he wasn't...himself. He didn't like it when he made Yamagawa cry --he had, he'd done it kept doing it-- and so the Kiba who was insane had to go away now because everything else was maybepossiblyslowly sliding back to the way it should be with the warmsafegood feelings which meant he didn't have to do something drastic to keep Yamagawa here.
Yamagawa was staying.
"That's right," he whisperedmurmured, pressing a softgentlequiet peck on Yamagawa's eyelid. "You can't go." Because they both needed each other. He wasn't sure quite how Yamagawa needed Kiba, but he did, that much was kindofmaybehintedat obvious. And Kiba needed Yamagawa like he needed heat, because without ithim Kiba would just stop moving and die. Yamagawa kept him from totally terribly just stopping because Yamagawa was...he was like another source of heat, only an inside heat and it was good because it meant that when Kiba was around Yamagawa he wasn't coldicychillednotmoving inside, and that was good. So he needed Yamagawa because without him there was nothing.
Taking a shaky sort of breath, he trailed his lips over the redhead's cheekbone and down the line of his jaw, the touches light but somehow desperateterrified because Yamagawa had tohadtohadto stay, and...and Kiba had to keep him here because he loved Yamagawa and he trusted Yamagawa but somehow he wasn't so sure Yamagawa would stay even though everything was saying he would because he had said so it had to be true.
Even so...
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 3:26 pm
Zix should have expected that.
Really, he should have. It was so obvious that the other wasn't going to appreciate him moving his hair out of the way --he was being helpful-- because it was so obvious that the other was annoyed with him --when had that ever changed?-- so he just took it like he should have. He just let the papers hit his face and it didn't hurt --he'd felt worse-- not really and he had actually been expecting something muchmuch worse --the worst he'd ever recieved was someone tossing fireballs at him; something along those lines is what he'd been prepared for-- but maybe ths guy was one of those who just sort of raged about and forgot about logical thinking while he did so.
"I deserved that," he grumbled, shoving his hand into his pocket and bringing out a little silver stopwatch that was polished enough that it was suitable as a mirror too. Had to check for damage and--
His body stilled, the words ringing something deepdeepdown. The way they were said, that hatefulspiteful 'I-hate-you-I'm-going-to-kill-youdon't' sort of way, and those words...it was...it was the same. It was exactly the same, which meant...it meant that it was a good sign because if it wasn't a good sign then this person wouldn't have said those words like that so it was sme sort of sign, and he should...he should take it and...and use it because if it was a sign then this person was important. Zix had always had faith in signs ever since he was a little tiny child, so it was important that he followed this sign now that it was in front of him.
He lowered the stopwatch, the other hand darting out and hovering in front of the man. "I'm Zix." He had no idea if the other would take his hand and shake it because that kind of defeated the whole 'don't-touch-me' bit, but on the other hand...this seemed like the kind of person who wouldn't break polite ettiquette even if he hated a person's guts because he was so obsessed with his image and what other people thought of him. Of course, Zix had no idea if that was true, but he supposed he'd just have to find out, right?
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 4:21 pm
"Damn right you did!" The words were somewhatmaybe hissed, hands shaking faintly and making the paperpilereport rustle a little, until Tea finally got ahold of the shaken self-control and pulled himself back together into some semblance of.. of before. Because he couldn’t just go around throwing a hissy fit at people --even if they were sosososovery annoying they should disappear off the face of the planet and Tea would be glad to help with that-- because that would just simply do wonders for his internship report at the end of this hellish two years.
In any case, it was quite quite difficult, pulling himself together; more difficult than he had expected, and even though he was faintly surprised at just how much that little brushtouch of the other's fingers had shaken him, none of that --surpriseangershakyunstableangerannoyance-- showed on his face, except for a flickertinge of faint irritation in his eyes. It should have been easy, it should have been quick it should have been easy for Tea to pull himself all sharply back together because or else it was just too slow too.. too exposed and he didn't like feeling like that so he had to be fast. Except this time it wasn't quite fast enough, and.. and Tea felt a mild irritationannoyance at himself for hissing out those words --whydidhesaythatwhy-- at the other.
Not because he was sorry for saying it, mind you. Tea just.. It was like for a moment that everything was exposed everything spilled out before Tea could stop it and.. and it felt so nakeddirty and Tea didn't like it hated it.
But even though he was sososo.. angry, so angry that he had lost the control over for a split few seconds, he wasn't completely lost enough to not return the greeting, though he did not take the other's hand and instead fixing his dark eyes hatehatehatehatehatego away on the other's face. It was.. he was stupid and annoying and annoying and Tea didn't wouldn’t want to ever shake hands with anyone who had annoyed him and.. and he touched him.
Besides, none of his hands were free.
"...Tea." Why was he answering back with his name whywhywhywhy? If this Zix persontthingannoyingness wanted to know his name then it was right there on his stupid gown because all assistants just had to wear stupid little nametags and it was stupid and annoying just like just like Zix and great, now that he knew his name it wasn't just impersonal mechanical 'annoyingpersonthing' anymore and it was so complicated now and why did he tell him his stupid name that he didn't care about at all?
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 4:41 pm
It felt.. It felt safe.
Somehow, even though they were still not completely entirely stable and even though the achingripping pain --or at least, the echo of it the aftermath of it-- still remained inside him inside them and it maybealittlebit hurtached still, but.. but everything was somehow calmer calming coming back together becoming right again, and.. and it would be okay if he just let himself just be here, be here with Kiba and.. and it would be okay if he just had his eyes closed for a little while more because Kiba's kissesflutterything felt good over his eyelids all coolcalming where it was hotthreateningtocryagain and.. and Kiba was calming and so it was all good going to be good..
And Kiba's voice sounded so nice. It was.. it was almost hypnotizing, Yamagawa would have said it was hypnotizing except that he was still so scared that it will go wrong if he said something wrong something not right and.. and right now it was a maybe kindofyes good moment, and.. and Yamagawa didn't want to couldn’t spoil it nonononononono not ever.
"..I won't go." Yamagawa instead whispered softlyfaintly after the comfortingsafe murmur of the other doctor, leaning faintly slowly cautiously into the flutterylight kisses trailing caress, his eyes still closed but this time it as more because it felt good and.. and it felt better with his eyes closed because.. because it just did and.. and he should really open them however good it felt because he wanted to see Kiba needed to see Kiba..!
Slowly, slowly, one of his hand cautiouslyslowly pulled Kiba's hand free of its grip on his shirt, and Yamagawa lightlysoftly laid a flutterylight kiss on the palm of Kiba's hand, green eyes --still slightly teary still flickering still..-- half-opened and he wasn't going couldn't go can't not ever...!
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 5:37 pm
A slightly perplexed expression slid across the necromancer's face at the harshbitingsharpjagged words --god, it was the same-- and Zix knew the assisstant was angry but he wasn't quite sure why. He...couldn't think of anything he'd done wrong...er, wrong to this guy in particular, because the things Zix did wrong on purpose were generally aimed at people not like this guy, because wh knew what a seriously pissed off irritated guy would do if provoked by someone doing something bad to them? No, while Zix actually preferred this type, he didn't do things to them.
Not on purpose, at least.
For a long second, he just stood there, holding his hand out. Then...Oh. Yeah. His hands weren't free. The other guy's, that is. So it wasn't because he hatedhatedhated Zix --maybe-- that he was just leaving Zix's hand hanging in midair. It was because his hands were full and he couldn't shake anything. Because why would he hatehatehate Zix right on sight? What had Zix done? He had been helpful with the hair thing, and so what if he had taken Tea's --nice name-- paper? He would have given it back. Later. If he ever met the assisstant. Probably, if he had remembered.
Blinking slightly, he shoved his hands into his pocket, still feeling the impact on his cheek from where the paper had connected. He should probably put some ice or something on it...or something. It had been like getting smashed in the face the a brick. What the hell was that paper about, that the words would be that heavy? And...and...why did Tea with his pretty mocha-colored skin already dislike him so much? He had been helping. Or...trying to, at least.
And he suddenly wanted to stay, because he knew that if he left, he'd never see Tea again because Tea just seemed like the type of person who would avoid everyone he hated.
Then the solution came.
"Can you help me to my office?" he asked, quite innocently. If anybody knew where the morgue was, it was a paper-delivery-errend-boy assisstant person. "I'm not quite sure where it wandered off to." Oh, sure, he could have just called something from his office to have it lead him back, but it just seemed like a simpilar plan to have Tea, who was already here, take him.
Besides, it would keep Tea from vanishing completely.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 6:11 pm
Tea suppressed the urge to tap his foot and instead shifted the pile of papers in his arms slightly --this thing was heavy-- as the guypersonthing --Zix-- just kindofmaybe predictably zoned out. Or, that was the way that the assistant saw it, at least. And he hated people who tended to zone out because he never really did and besides, zoning out meant wasting your brain capacity and the preciousprecious time and that was just pure plain wasting and Tea didn't like wasting. And now because Zixpersonthing was zoning out, he was eating up wasting Tea's time.
And Zix, seriously? Tea silently regarded that as a stupidstupidannoying name because it had a Z and an X all in one lettername and.. and that wasn't quite right because it just wasn't. Kind of fitting though; a stupidstupidweirdannoying name for a weirdannoyingwasting person. He wasn't stupid, Tea knew that, because.. because he just wasn't and Tea could just tell --anybody could tell-- that this person clearly had more brain cells than.. say, two.
..At least his name wasn't as stupid as Tea. He hated his name.
..Not that he was saying Zix wasn't a stupid name. It was stupid. Just.. just not as much as Tea ever could.
The dark eyes --why didn't he wear his glasses today why just why?-- slid from the other male's face over to the other's cheek where his reportpapers had connected with, noting with some satisfaction that it had left some mark on the skin. Good. At least that had --hopefully-- taught him some sort of lessonthingwhatever to.. to not ever touch him never. Even though it had been just his hair, he liked his hair and Tea had never ever said to Zix that he could touch his hair-- even though he had maybekindofsomewhatyes needed help or something.. not really..
"--You want me to help you to your office." Tea raised a slender dark eyebrow at the other, flashes of the annoyedangrywary sort of look still flitting across the dark black depths as he stated flatly. Because it wasn't really a question. Tea had heard what Zix had said; he wasn't deaf. So.. so it wasn't a question, more of.. more of a statement, 'are-you-really-sure-you-trust-me-enough-to-do-that' sort of half-question. Basically, it was Zix's last chance. At life, that is.
Because Tea honestly wouldn’t mind shutting him up in some kind of dark underground dungeon sort of place.
Really.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 7:17 pm
Okay, he was going to admit it. These feelings, this butterywanting sort of feeling and the purply-colored sort of feeling, he didn't exactly hat them. And, as someone he knew would have snidely said --had he been there-- Zanis 'not hating' was akin to 'liking quite a lot'. Not that he would have ever said that aloud, because he just...he didn't feel good things like this and saying them out loud would somehow just...make them real. And good feelings couldn't be real, not for Zanis, because he didn't feel them.
It wasn't like he was trying to not feel the feelings. He just didn't feel them, didn't taste them, which meant the fact that he was now was a bad sign, because it meant that he was feelingtasting imaginary emotions and imginary emotions would only bring him to ruin. How can anything be real if a person plays around with imaginary emotions?
Even...even though there was the faintest maybesortof idea that...with Butter it would be okay to have these imaginary emotions, that it would be fine if he just...let himself make the purplebuttery warmth real. Because Butter was different, Butter was so different from anyoneanythinganyeveryall. Even though there was this forced gentleness he had to use, even though he had to keep himself from going harderfasterpainful, it wasn't horrible like it used to be. Even though he had to go gently or else he would make Butter shatter beyond repair, it wasn't a horrible feeling, it wasn't unstandable, it wasn't...it wasn't torture. Butter made it seem...okay, almost, made the gentle feelings not unbearable and noone had ever done that before which made Butter...
Different.
And...maybe different wasn't so bad when it was with Butter...
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 7:23 pm
The dark eyes lit up slightly, a confirmation nodded. "Yes." He was aware it wasn't really a question, but he still answered it as one. "I lost it." And he reeeeeallly didn't want to have some corpse shedding bits and pieces all over the place trying to find him, because then he'd have to go and pick up the bits and pieces and sew them all back together again and someone would get mad at him for stepping in a...a kidney or something and he really didn't want to have to deal with the paperwork because he had been told that he had to fill out forms if he wanted to take a zombie out of the morgue on his own and honestly, those forms were about six inches thick and the writing was laboratoryese and Zix had just never understood it and it was a hassle.
And besides, Zix liked Tea. Because Tea had a name like a food, and food was just so hard to come by --well, not here, per say-- so anything named for a food was all well and good. There had been this girl once, on one of his travels, who had been named Berry and he had --honest to god-- tried to eat the child. Okay, so he had gone without food for four days and was starving and hallucinating quite a bit --something the mother didn't seem to quite get-- but the point was, it was always good to have food on hand, and people named after foods were just as good, because...well, they were named after foods, and if worse came to worse he could attempt to eat them and be smacked out f his hallucinatory state.
Even though hallucinations could be fun on a stomach eating itself out from the inside...
Besides...Tea was pretty. He had dark skin and dark eyes and dark hair and was just a general brooding sort of guy and it was good, that was a good sort of feeling all around so...yeah. He liked Tea. Even though Tea obviously didn't like him --it didn't take a genius to figure that one out-- even though Zix had just been trying to help with the hair thing and he would have probably given the papers back. Eventually. Maybe. Okay, maybe not, but he would have if he'd been forced to.
Gnawing on his tongue --smoking was a b***h to quit-- he pulled the pocketwatch out of his pocket, flipping it open to look at the time. Not really because he wanted to know what time it was, and he wasn't trying to say in any sort of way that Tea needed to hurry up because Zix's time was precious --it wasn't-- and shouldn't be wasted --it was-- because that wasn't what he was trying to say. He was just verifying that he had wound it this morning and it hadn't gone and died on him like it had the other day and it had been so hard because he had had a meeting and he had lost track of time because he had forgot to wind the watch. So he had to make sure he had this time because he didn't have any meetings yet, but fate liked jerking him around, and he'd probably get back to his office to find a memo saying he did now have a meeting and his watch would go off and he'd lose track of time again and it would just suck.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 7:38 pm
The painburningspark had faded just a little bit more less into a marginally bearable sort of level --still pulsingburninghot, but.. but bearable-- and.. and that was strange, because the pain was all but gone now so Butter could let go now he could let go of Zanis and they didn't have to be this close so close tootooclose but.. but his handarm wasn't responding and it was still clutching the darksilky material of Zanis' shirt and why wasn't he letting go?
Butter's whitepale eyes flickered softly, a slight sort of naggingstrangeprickling feeling and did something happen to his arm, did something --a muscle, the bone, the nerves?-- go wrong and now it wasn't listening to his brainmind anymore it wasn't obeying him saying to let go let go of Zanis but it wasn't listening which meant that they were still too close and just what was wrong with him?
And.. and Butter kindofmaybe wanted to check if something actually was wrong with his arm --after all, the one that was not responding not feeling anything not movingletting go of Zanis was the one that Zanisthem maybesomehow stabbed through with that sharp sharp long knife, so maybe that was why-- but.. but Zanis was close and.. and this wasn't an entirely bad painful sort of feeling..
The zombie's eyes flickered back to the doctor's, flickeringflitting unsurely and not really sure what to do but most certainly wanting somethingmore some more pleasanttingly notpain sensation, but.. but that painthing had hurt...!
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 7:52 pm
A slight twitch of fingers holding the documents was visible at the other's response --lose it? You just can't go around losing offices-- and Tea resisted the urge to rub his temple; mostly because he didn't have any spare hands, but a good part of that also was because he couldn’t shouldn't show any sign that he was irritated by the other male to the point of getting a headache; that was a weakness and weakness was a leverage and Tea didn't like Zixpersonthing of annoyingness and so he didn't want the other male to have any kindsort of leverage over him never.
Besides, that had been kind of maybe a good part. Because Zix had said yes and that could also count as the answer for the unspoken question can-I-get-rid-of-you-painfully-and-slowly and there were plenty of ways to get rid of a person painfully and slowly around here, though Tea would prefer it fast, neat, and quiet. But any way will do, in this case, because.. because this guy was annoying. And the closest way to do it lay just around the next corridor.
Zix had said yes, no?
Ignoring the other --seriously, who had pocketwatches these days? Even though Tea maybekind of liked the look of that one and maybe wanted to have a closer look nohedidn't-- who was apparently checking what time it was-- good, he at least had some sense of time being precious but it wasn't quick enough; his fate was already drawn and that was slow/fast painful death. Either way.
Without another word, Tea started walking towards the direction of the said most efficient method of torture and/or death. Because what other way was there? Sure, it might be just a little too cruel to send this person marching straight into the jaws of death, but Tea hateddisliked him because he found Zix annoying and that was a reason enough.
Besides, whoever heard the Death Doctor asking any questions about people he had to kill?
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 8:23 pm
Zanis had been watching the whole time, all the motions Butter's eyes made, flicking from one spot to the other. So when Butter's eyes came back to his own, he pulled back, just as much as the grip Butter had on his hair would allow. Which basically wasn't all that much, just a couple of centimeters between their noses --good thing his hair was so long.
Curious as to what Butter had been so fixated upon, his eyes slid downward, noting in surprise the zombie's hand gripping his shirt. Of all the things... But it kind of made sense that he hadn't noticed, really. He had been concentrating on watching Butter's eyes for any sign to stop, so he really wouldn't have noticed the grip on his shirt. It was so hard for him to hold back like that, to notice pain so he would stop, that everything else had been side notes, filed away for a later time to be reviewed over.
Blinking, more curious than puzzled, he noted the pale lines of the other's handarmfingers, the lines almost angular compared to his own. Or maybe he was just seeing the way Butter moved, because he had grown up learning to tell his family members apart by the way they moved, and Butter just wasn't that graceful, wasn't that...smooth, so maybe he just saw Butter differently because Butter moved differently. But it wasn't a bad thing. Quite appealing actually, the fact the he was all sharp lines and angles. It was so different it was good.
Slowly, he let his eyes trail back up the line of Butter's arm --the stabbedstitched one, a part of him pointed out-- sliding over the other's shoulderneckface to look back at the colorlesspaledeadnice eyes. Gently, the hand in Butter's hair released, tracing gently in the air above the zombie's cheek. "What do you want?" he asked again, softergentlerquieter than before. Because...wanting to know about a feeling was all well and good, but it wasn't enough. Just knowing wasn't enough, didn't explain the ringingurgent want sort of feeling rising up in his throat, and he wanted to know what Butter wanted because he...dare he say it?
He cared about Butter.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 9:02 pm
Tea started off, and there was the strangest, oddest sort of flash of thought that oh my god, he's going to kill me. Which was silly, why would Tea kill him? He hadn't done anything to make Tea want to kill him. Really, it was all just a big misunderstanding. Zix wasn't wanting Tea to kill him at a-- hey, was it possible for a necromancer to bring himself back from the dead, do you think? Really, wouldn't that be cool?
Maybe there was some sort of...of rune circle or something. Just add blood.
Hmm...he'd have to check that out when he got back to his office.
Humming softly --veryverysoftly-- uner his breath, Zix pushed the pocketwatch back into his pocket --after confirming that yes, it was wound-- and started off after Tea, stepping no louder than Tea's own shoes were. He got the feeling that --strange as it was-- Tea wouldn't appreciate it if he made a lot of noise while he was walking. Good thing he knew how to avoid a bunch of heavy clunky footsteps, because otherwise his steps would have been loud, and Zix didn't want Tea to hate him. Tea was cute, in an annoyed accountant sort of way.
Not that Tea was an accountant --or maybe he was, how was Zix to know?-- but he had the air of an accountant, that OCD personality that would kill people if something was out of place/order/life. Definately accountant personality. Not that Zix blamed him --there were some things that just had to be in the right place-- but to have that sort of attitude towards everything --as Tea so appeared to-- just seemed like a strain.
Not that he would say anything. He got the feeling that Tea didn't like him too much.
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 11:58 pm
He cautiouslysoftly flickedran his tongue against the inside of his mouth, feeling the touchglidewet feel of Zanis' tongue still fierypainfulburning feeling on him inside him, still much too early too painful too good to become a memory. No, not quite yet. His own tongue felt strange, cold, even, against the rawaching flesh inside his mouth and Butter vaguely wondered if this is what Zanis would feel, had felt, when they were kissingnotkissing. Did it feel coldcolddead to Zanis? Did Butter feel cold under those careful fingers careful touches careful carefulgentleness?
Why was Zanis so gentle with him?
Nobody had been so.. so careful with him before, nobody had ever touched him so slowly so carefully like Butter was precious. After all, he was dead and he couldn't feel anything --apart from the heatburninghurt-- so it didn't really matter if the straps holding him down was a little too tight, it didn't matter if they sliced through his body a little too deep it didn't matter nothing mattered. But.. but just nowbeforenow when Zanis touched him, it was.. it was strangedifferent.
Like.. like touchingkissing Butter meant something and that thoughtfeeling was kind of maybe pleasantly strange, not badbad strange because.. because being treasured like that --of course; it could all be just him imagining everything-- and the way Zanis was touching him, it.. it was good maybe notbad because.. because nobody had ever touched him quite in that way before, and.. and maybe that was part of the differentpain and part of how it felt different, because.. because it just was different..
Butter watched Zanis watch him, watchinglooking on with the blank whitepaleemptysort of eyes as Zanis' goldenyellowpretty ones ran over flickering from his hand --he should really let go-- along his arm along up his shoulder and neck and.. something flickered in the paleblank faceeyes somethingstrangeweird when those prettygolden eyes met his again, even though the zombie had no idea why and.. and it was so complicated why was he shivershaking softly why did he feel like this why didn't it hurt..?
Slowly, slowly, the grip on Zanis' hair slackened, allowing the darksilky hair just slide through his fingers. Somehow, that.. that feeling was good too. "What do you want?" Butter replied, his voice lowwhisperquiet almost almost too quiet, feeling the warmth of Zanis' breath and his hand so close so close to his face and.. and it was all of it was just the right amountsort of pain and.. and even though his skin was tinging slightly pink again, the coldness deadness going away with a tingleburn that should be hurting but wasn't, and wondering again vaguely if his breath was as equally coolcolddeadstrange on Zanis' as the doctor's felt on his.
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 12:16 am
It was such a delightful prospect, going off to get rid of annoying people.
Not that Tea did this often, mind you. This was his very first time, and he almost regretted not thinking of this sooner--it would have made his stay in this place much more pleasant than it had been. Much, much more pleasant. And it would be soon, because this annoyingannoying Zixpersonthing wouldn't be here anymore soon --so very, sovery soon-- and.. and it would be good and there would be one less annoying people around here going around in boots and humming and reading his reportsfiles and.. and just generally being something which Tea didn't like--!
And after this personZixthing, the first person to go would be Yamagawa. Who would --it just seemed like something the redhead would say-- laugh as he was dragged off to his Doom and probably tell Tea that to satisfy his desire for annoying-people-free world, there wouldn't be anyone left.
..That b*****d.
His eyes narrowed slightly and teeth clenched down in a subconsciousangryangry reaction at the flash of thought, and the tanned assistant quickened his step, assuming that the other male was still following him, of course. It really wouldn't do for him to run away now, when they were so close to their destination. A quick half-glance over his shoulder confirmed the fact; yup, he was still there.
"..I should go and post this after." Tea muttered to himself under his breath, a little frownflickerwincething flashing past his eyesface as he shifted the folder in his arms, the palewhite gown slidingflapping slightly at every step. That would be good; he would probably leave it and somebody else could come in and take it again. Not that Zix had broken into his room and taken those, but.. but it was close.
The brunette stopped abruptly in front of a door --he knew that this was the one leading to the Death Doctorperson's officeroomthing, even though there wasn't any label-- and flicked a look over his shoulder, nodding at the door. "In."
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 9:40 am
A baffled look slithered across Zix’s face as he stared between the door and Tea. This…this wasn’t his office, couldn’t be his office. It was too warm. Dead people were kept on ice, and he could just feel the…the not iciness emanating from behind that door, because Zix just…just knew what cold iciness felt like and…it was…it wasn’t like what was coming from that door. But…but Tea knew the complex because he was an assistant and assistant people just knew those sorts of things so if Tea said he had to go here then…he probably had to go here.
A slight warning flash erupted behind his eyes as he took the doorknob in his hand, because Tea hadn’t known who he was and the morgue wasn’t really the place where assistants came to deliver things because really, noone like playing with the morgue keeper, so how would Tea know where he had to go? Because if Tea hadn’t know Zix’s name then how would Tea have known where to take Zix without even asking?
But the warning lights were pretty much silenced as he slid the door open and peered inside the room.
“I…” What did Zanis want? Why would what Zanis want mattered? It was Butter who was important, Butter who mattered. Zanis could have cared less about what he wanted, so why did it matter to Butter to know? Even…though sudden flashes of bits and pieces he wanted were sliding through his head now that the question had been asked and there were so many ideas of --Butter-- things he knew were unattainable so it was probably stupid to hope for them but still…
“I want…”
And then the door opened, and he straightened, his hair sliding easily from Butter’s loosened grasp, because if someone was opening his door it meant they had a job for him and really, it didn’t matter what Zanis wanted because it just…it didn’t so Butter should stop asking stupid questions and no ******** way, was that who he thought it was?
Zix hesitated only for a moment in the doorway, because he knew that form, those eyes, that hair, those eyes and there was no way it was the same person because look, he was standing so close to someone else but those eyes were already bubbling with a mix of hateanger at him and yes, it was those eyes and those eyes couldn’t be fooled so it had to be…
In three quick strides he was across the room, the door swinging wide in his wake, and with a slightdistractedimpartial nod to what he now realized was a zombie --maybe he knew it?-- he grabbed Zanis chin and crashed their lips together in a bruising sort of greetingaffirmation sort of things. Because he knew those eyes and he had to know, reallyreally know if it was the same…
And he didn’t exactly pull away.
Of course, next moment Zix was reeling back with his fingers clapped over his lips, and those same sharpbitingdagger words saying “Don’t touch me,” and it was it was the same and--
“You bit me!”
Zanis just stared blankly at Zix, already licking off the last traces of Zix’s blood from his lipsteeth. “You touched me,” he responded flatly, glancing over at Butter with a vaguely curiousworried feel. Because he really did want Butter --in what way he wasn’t quite sure, but he did-- and damn Zix for showing up like that because he just ruined everything and why did he have to do that and oh great he brought riffraff with him. And why was the assistant just standing in the doorway? Honestly, didn’t people have any manners anymore?
Didn’t really matter though, because Zix had confirmed it was Zanis and yes, now that he thought about it that was probably a typical Zanis greeting and it was a good thing he was somehow immune to Zanis’ poison otherwise he’d probably have collapsed by now. The dark eyes skimmed back to the doorway where Tea still stood, and yes it was the same, Tea had those same biting sort of words that Zanis did and no wonder he had known they were so similar because they were they were exactly the same and wasn’t that great? Because they had the same words but Tea had a more irritable personality that was so cute while Zanis just had this bittercoldsharp beauty and it really wouldn’t have worked out anyway so Tea was a much better choice…
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