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 Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 1:52 pm
Zix gave a puzzled little smile, blinking slightly in confusion. “Technical? What, like…computers?” His puzzled gaze moved over to the desk, where the top of Charlie’s head was just visible above several stacks of papers. “Really? Those were before Charlie’s time…can you really talk about computers with him?” He looked back over at Tea, giving another puzzled smile.
He completely missed Charlie looking up, murderous intent just rolling off of him, eyes narrowed as aiming daggers at the necromancer’s head. Then the zombie looked back down, muttering something about packing plants and meat grinders and little bitty pieces that Zix really didn’t pay much attention to.
He figured it had nothing to do with him.
“But it’s good that you’re all getting along,” Zix said brightly, humming as he sidled over to the opposite side of the room, dropping the half-bag of granola on top of the cabinets. “It’s a good thing when everyone is connecting with each other.”
If only he could feel the hate-him-KILL-ZIX connection between Charlie and Tea.
“Did you get your stuff?” he asked, turning to Tea. “The…did you want the coffee-sludge or water? I forgot…” He grinned sheepishly, humming slightly as he turned to the cabinets again.
The thing about living in a freezing environment was that it was…well, freezing. And for corpses and zombies, freezing-or-below was beautiful and wonderful and the most perfect temperature ever. Which was good, because zombies just didn’t do very well when it got too hot and corpses tended to begin rotting much too quickly when it got too hot.
What freezing temperatures didn’t do was make a suitable living environment for living people. Which was the reason why there was this one little corner in the warmest room in the morgue --not all that warm, really, still hovering around freezing-- that was nicely heated --the cabinets-- and completely private from everywhere else. Even though there weren’t any walls or anything, the mere fact that he’d bought heated cabinets kept everyone else away. Except living people, who’d probably throng around what little warmth the cabinets emitted, but there weren’t enough living people visiting to make that a problem.
“Do you want a glass?” he asked, fumbling around inside. A second later he pulled out a box of Band-Aids, pulling out a glass with the box and offering it to Tea. “You wanted to drink something, right?” Cause heating something in a cold glass would suck spectacularly, and there’d be frozen bits of glass everywhere.
He’d tried heating ice in a cold glass.
It really hadn’t worked at all.
Humming slightly, he didn’t even wait for Tea to answer, stalking back over to Charlie’s desk and pressing the glass into Tea’s hands. Then he plopped the lightweight little box on a stack of papers, ignoring Charlie’s glare at the action, and pulled out his pocketwatch, examining the scratches on his face in the silvery surface.
At least they weren’t too noticeable. A night’s rest and they’d be practically invisible, thank god. He had a meeting with higher-upper-doctorpeople tomorrow.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 10:05 pm
"We~ll.." Yamagawa frowned, a mock-serious expression on his face, and he brought his free hand to his chin and stroked it thoughtfully. Of course, it also helped --but not quite-- to hide the grin tugging at his lips. "We could always blame this entire event on Elis-kun. After all," The redhead shot a 'look' at the green experiment. "--he was the one who's getting lost after being here for, what, how many years?"
"H, hey! It's not my fault." Elis shot right back, shifting just so slightly as Chou's grip on his hand changed but not minding it one bit; because.. because somehow, it was.. it was good to have Chou around, and not just around around, but actual holding-hands around. Touching around. He had never really liked touching before. The people --most of them, anyways-- tended to stare at him --or his tattoo markings-- and just inch away quietly.
Or maybe they had heard about what he truly was, under this guise.
But Chou didn't care, did he? He didn't, right? That was why he was clinginghuggingholding onto Elis' armhand, right? Right?
But he doesn't know, does he? the voice whispered in his head, somehow forcing its way into the slight pausegaps left in between Chou's brighthappybubbly words. Did you tell him just what you were? It paused expectantly, authoritatively, and Elis could almost hear the smirk when the replying answer came. No.
"Yes! Shiny!" The dark-haired experiment nodded, forcefully breaking away from the snarking voice and realizing that another pair of green eyes were watching him thoughtfully behind a pair of light glasses. Elis shot the doctor a look above the nuzzling pink soft hair, much harder than he had intended --it is none of your business-- and watched him start slightly and draw away, almost an awkward apologetic, half-regretting smile flitting across Armand's lips.
...Damn.
...Damn.
He just blew it. He blew his only chance of asking Elis just what the hell was wrong. And something was definitely wrong. Elis did not zone out like that, he did not back out from an argument, especially if it concerned his ability to navigate, and--
And he definitely did not have that darkfleetingsadsomething look on his face. He shouldn't.
The redhead averted his eyes from the green experiment and instead swept his gaze across to the direction that they were going, paying close attention to the tags on the doors they passed. Hmm. Yes, they were going in the right direction.. "I will come. After all, you do need your pretty necklace, ne?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 10:05 am
“Why me?”
“Why…?”
The hand paused in their fumbling with the stuff, dark head tilting curiously to the side as he contemplated the question. Why? Why did he want Butter? That question…it was…he…
Why did he want Butter?
“Hmmm…” There must be a reason, somewhere in his head, a reason why Butter was so importantperfecteverything why he wanted Butter. Surely he didn’t just want Butter for no reason whatsoever. There had to be something. Some reason why he wanted Butter why it hurt so much when Butter went away.
There had to be a ‘why’.
“I…” Zanis wanted Butter. He knew that. Wanted Butter because…because he just did. He couldn’t think of another reason. He just did. This overwhelming urgeneedwant to keep Butter here and have Butter forever and never let him go.
Why did there need to be a why?
“I don’t know,” Zanis said finally, shrugging. Absently, he picked up a roll of gauze, before setting it back down again. Really, what was he supposed to do with the stuff he’d grabbed? He didn’t know how to put bones back together. Something about holding the bone in place…? Or something?
“I just did. I do.” He put the gauze back down, surveyed the stuff a little longer, and gave up, turning to face Butter. “Because Butter is Butter, and I want Butter. Do I really need a ‘why’?” Zanis didn’t have a ‘why’ for the reason he wanted Butter. It was lots of things, little things that made it so sososovery important that Butter was here and Butter stayed.
And then there was the burning, that nastysearingburn feeling that tried to eat him when he got close to Butter but somehow wasn’t as bad if he got even closer to the zombie. It didn’t make any sense, but it was an important feeling, Zanis knew that, because he’d never felt anything like that, anything that hurt when he got close but didn’t hurt as much when he got closer.
And if he’d never felt it before, but felt it this strongly when he was by Butter, it was more important than anythingeverything more important than everything else.
There was no ‘why’. He just did, he just wanted Butter. That was it.
Wasn’t that odd?
Zanis swallowed, reaching over and pulling Butter close, closing his eyes and nestling his face in the zombie’s hair again. Stupid burning, coming back right now and searing his throat like this…
And if he got this close to Butter, then it was okay, it was all good and the burning maybesortof faded just the littlest bit and it was better and fine and so he should just stay like this with Butter, right? Stay like this because it was good when he was like this.
“I just…you’re important. Very important. More important than anything else. So…that’s why…” That was it, really. That was the biggest reason he had for why he’d chosen Butter. Because Butter was more important than everything else.
And…and Butter was broken. Why did he keep forgetting that? Butter was broken and Zanis needed to fix Butter so Butter wouldn’t be broken anymore and it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t. Butter had tried to leave, so it was justified, he was allowed to break Butter because Butter had lied had said he would stay and tried to leave it wasn’t his fault--
The snake took a deep breath of the crispcoolgood smell of Butter’s hair, closing his eyes against the uneasy rising thoughts –it wasn’t his fault-- that were suddenly surfacing and wriggling their ways to the top of his mind.
“Besides,” he added after a minute, one hand running through the zombie’s dark hair. “You make me feel different.” If that was enough of a reason, than good, because Zanis really couldn’t think of anything else beyond that for why he needed Butter so much.
But Butter made him feel burningsearing when he got too close, and now he was feeling this nervousuneasy --itwasn’tmyfault!-- thing and it was all so different, all things he’d never felt before. And normally, foreign feelings were bad, because he simply didn’t know how to deal with them didn’t know how to handle anything knew. But…but somehow…
Somehow with Butter it was fine to feel uneasynervous or burningsearing. It was fine to feel different.
He really should be trying to put Butter’s wrist back together. Surely there was a…a book somewhere, or something he could look at and read what he was supposed to do. Fixing bones was making-people-better territory, and Zanis just wasn’t comfortable in that territory. He was more in the don’t-make-people-better territory, so he could honestly say he had no idea what he was supposed to do right now.
But Butter was broken and…he needed to be fixed…
“Ne, Butter? Do you know how to fix bones?” Maybe Butter knew, right? Maybe this had happened to Butter and Butter knew and Butter could tell Zanis what to do and the Zanis could fix Butter up. It was just wrong when Butter was all broken and not fixed it’snotmyfaultit’snot! so Zanis needed to fix him and then everything would be fine.
What happened when a zombie bled dry?
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 12:59 pm
"..." Tea resisted the urge to rub his temple --again-- and merely crossed his arms in front of his chest, one corner of his lips twitching slightly into something that could only be called an irritated annoyed pout. Of course, he would never call it a pout, never. It was merely a show of distaste and the rising disgust-slash-fascination at just how clueless the necromancer could ever be. Even with the barely-hidden muttering of the.. the zombie assistant. Which was quite quite hard to miss.
Especially with the gory details. Quite creative, but still rather too.. graphic for most people's tastes. But then, considering the speaker was a zombie with a basketball-sized hole in his chest and severe lung problems and a bird-loving masochistic necromancer, he supposed it could be considered somewhat normal for them.
Maybe.
"Just water." The tanned assistant replied stiffly, completely ignorning the whole 'connecting-with-each-other' ..crap.. that Zix was proclamating. He would rather kill himself with a two-tonne elephant than to connect with anyone.
Especially, Tea thought as he rather disinterestedly watched the other male's movements, especially if it was someone as.. as annoying and stupidbrightcheeryhappy as.. as him.
The dark eyes glared at Zix and his lips finally opened, a terse snapping slipping from between them. "Stop humming." Tea's hands moved then, finally freeing themselves from the self-inflicted hand-lock thing --it wascoldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold..!!-- to take the glass cup that the necromancer handed to him.
He hated cold.
His sun-loving stupid Italian genes must have played a good part in this, but he had never liked being cold. Being cold was bad and annoying and it made his hands shake which was bad because his hands shaking had never ever been good. When his hands shook he messed up whatever he was doing --be it writing or cooking of whatever else it was-- and he would usually wind up cutting himself while attempting to slice apples. Or vegetables. Something involving knives.
Besides, being cold felt miserable. And Tea hated feeling miserable. Or anything past feeling annoyed because if you were angry then you never, ever felt cold, not ever, because being angryannoyedfrustratedangerhatehatahatehate just burned everything, it burned and it was warm so he never had to be cold, and not being cold was good.
Miserable meant.. it meant that you weren't angry. You weren't angry you weren't warm you weren't anything.
Sometimes Tea had the odd thought, when he sat watching the black words crawl by like worms across the books --mostly pristine white, but some crumbled dusty yellowmuskyscentwarm-- that he was only alive when he was angry. Alive, but burning. Burning into cinders into nothing and he hated cold hated it hatehatehatedhedidn'twantit..!
The assistant blinked, dark eyes sharply refocusing back onto the glass in his hands, and Tea mentally weighed the cup in his mind, wondering in the vague, distracted sort of way --stop thinking about it stop-- just how..
--Just how much damage it would do if he just took it and smashed it over the necromancer's head.
But knowing Zix, it probably wouldn't even faze him anyway.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 8:34 pm
Chou didn’t miss it.
Even if, in all the nuzzlinggoodness he wasn’t looking, he could feel the darkflickernotgood look that passed over his head towards Yamagawa-sama, and it was just not good. It meant that Elis wasn’t goodhappybright and that was bad badbadbad. Elis should be goodhappyshiny because goodhappyshiny was…it was just good. Things that weren’t good were bad and bad was unwanted so Elis needed to be good again.
And Yamagawa-sama needed to not talk about shiny eye-deenecklacetagthings because those were bad too and they only wanted to…to chain Chou and if he just didn’t think about them at all it would all be fine and Chou wouldn’t have to think of being chained down so he just wouldn’tcouldn’tshouldn’t think about anything taggy or eye-dee or shi--
Okay, maybe shiny things were okay to think about. But not eye-dee or tags or burning or any of those sorts of things.
Time for Operation: Change Subject.
But what was he supposed to change the subject to? Something that would make Elis better and not bad because bad was just not good. But what? Something…something…like…likelike…
Green. Elis was green. Wasn’t that cooool?
Greengreengreengreen…
“Ah!” Blinking, the faerie turned to Yamagawa-sama, giving the redhead a suspicious look. “Did you leave Kiba-san crying? Cause that would be baaad. It’s no good to just leave someone alone when they’re crying.” And when he’d left, it had looked like Kiba-san was really crying, the type of crying that seemed like it would never stop. If Yamagawa-sama just left to find Chou, then there’d be no one to make Kiba-san stop crying.
And that would be beyond bad. Because what if Kiba-san was still crying and he did something bad? Chou had seen Kiba-san try to get the glass and even though he only had the faintest inkling what Kiba-san had been intending with the glass, Chou knew it wasn’t anything good and it would just be badbadbadbad if Kiba-san did something bad with sharppointyglass because Yamagawa-sama was here so Yamagawa-sama really should go back to Kiba-san.
Because Yamagawa-sama had been making Kiba-san better.
The faerie tugged anxiously at the doctor’s hand, face flickering with worry and concern and Kiba-san shouldn’t do anything bad…!
“If Kiba-san is still crying, Yamagawa-sama needs to go back and kiss him again and make it better. It’s no good to be crying…” Because it would just be horribleterriblebadbadbad if Kiba-san was still crying and Yamagawa-sama wasn’t there to make it better and what if Kiba-san did something reallyreallybad? Still looking nervouslyanxiouslyworriedly at Yamagawa-sama, Chou tightened his grip on Elis’ arm because nervousanxiousworried wasn’t exactly bad but feeling that way wan’t exactly good either and Elis made even notquitesogood feelings better. So really, it only made sense to be closeclosehuggingtight to Elis.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 10:29 pm
”Haaaa~ai!!” Completely ignoring the demand, Zix set his pocketwatch on a stack of papers and danced back across the room, humming something along the lines of, “Ice ice ice ice ice ice ice…”
Charlie had to greatly resist the urge to just give that stack of papers a little…tap and send it all tumbling down to the floor. Because then the stupid pocketwatch would hit the floor and maybe it would shatter and he might even get to see Zix cry and wouldn’t that be fun?
Of course, Zix had the power to take Charlie’s very existence away, so that particular plan was out of the picture.
Not to mention the fact that the stupid watch was precious to the stupid necromancer and there’d be even more of a chance of being put back to sleep if he broke the watch.
Eh, he’d figure something else out.
Besides, being put to sleep again might be a relief. No more stupid Zix anymore. Course, there’d be no more plotting evil and dastardly ways to get rid of Zix, either…
Charlie toyed with the idea a few more times, still staring at the watch --just one little push, that’s all it would take-- before giving up on it and, glowering, just went back to muttering nasty threatening details of all the gory things he’d like to do to the necromancer. And right now, his hate for the man had risen, because he had brought in a living person. To the morgue. Just how stupid was Zix? No matter how much this…assistant living person hated Zix, he was still living.
Maybe he could suffocate Zix in his sleep tonight. ….Then again, there’d probably be some sort of stupid thing that made all of Zix’s zombies go back to sleep if Zix ever died, but that’d be okay, wouldn’t it? Charlie didn’t quite mind the idea of sleeping if it meant that he took Zix down with hi--
“Chaaaaaaaarlie, where are the matches?”
The pen in the zombie’s hand snapped, and it was only sheer force of will that kept Charlie from doing anything more than raising his head and giving a steely glare at the necromancer’s back. Not that Zix even noticed the sharpdarkdeadlyhemustdie glare burning a hole in his back. “Find your own damn matches.”
Zix pouted --even with his back turned, it was so obvious he was pouting-- and whined, “But I don’t know where they aaaare…”
It was rather fascinating how, even dead, with no real body functions working anymore except his mind, there could be a discernable vein throbbing in the zombie’s temple. “And why the <********> do you think I would know where they are?” All said in a dangerous calm voice that would have made any sane person back away slowly so as not to incur any more wrath.
But, being Zix, he just stood and danced back, dropping an handful of ice into Tea’s glass. “But you’re Charlie. You know where everything is.” If only he didn’t actually need the matches to start the Bunsen burner thing to melt the ice for Tea’s water. Because Charlie seemed a little irritable right now…
Instead of answering just where the matches were --he had no idea, why would a zombie know where something is that makes fire?-- Charlie just turned his gaze to Tea. “I would appreciate it greatly if you would just take him out. I’d even be willing to give you anything you needed.” Honestly, Charlie really wouldn’t mind sleeping forever and ever if he could sleep with the knowledge that stupidstupidstupid Zix wasn’t up and walking around.
Then the zombie just stood and stalked away, scraping little frozen drops of ink off his hands. Stupid ink freezing in this stupid room and that stupid man being so ******** stupid and good god why couldn’t he just die already…
Charlie’s hatred for Zix would be hard-pressed to be beaten by anyone else’s.
Of course, the necromancer just smiled at Tea and took what Charlie said quite the wrong way, probably much the Tea’s chagrin. “Ne, are you really taking me out?” Zix’s meaning of ‘take out’ being a date, while Charlie’s meaning being not quite that at all. After all, dates had no blood or dead necromancers in them and it was just the wrng meaning if there was no dead Zix.
Zix moved and scampered around to the other side if Charlie’s desk before he could get Tea's for-sure negative reaction to his question thrown in his face, snatching up his pocketwatch on the way. He then proceeded to rummage around the papers for the box of matches, humming irritably, his song changing to “Matches matches matches matches matches...”
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 2:12 am
Butter blinked slowly, dark eyelashes slidingsweeping down against the colddead skin but eyes still focusedfixed on the other, pinprick dark pupils unwavering. It wasn't confusion, it wasn't puzzlement wasn't impatience itwasn'titwasn't anything, just a quiet quiet waiting sort of stare, because Butter neededwantedhadto know had to know because.. because..
A merest tilt of his head, almost unnoticed, almost unintentional, was the only movement that the pale zombie made, eyesfacelipsbody watchingwaitingwhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy---
Because there had to be a why. There just had to be.
Because.. if.. if he knew it, if he knew why Zanis wanted Butter why Butter then.. then it might just explain why, why it hurt differently why it didn't hurt like it did why it didn't burnscaldhurt him why why it hurt because wasn't it strange? It hurt and didn't hurt at the same time, it hurt but it was good kind of hurt, even though the zombie didn't know anythingnothing like that it was good.
And if he knew, then he.. he might just.. just he might be able to know why it had hurt so much. Inside him. Inside where it shouldn't hurt, inside where it was alwaysalways colddeadnothurting but it had and it was something somethingnew something important, so very important that Butter couldn’t even think how important it was but it was.
And just.. just hearing why Zanis wanted him --hewantedButterwantedhim-- just.. it just might tell him why.
"Because Butter is Butter."
The pinprickpupil paleeyes flicked up from watching the prettyprettyperfect hands those fingers longpaleburningnothurtingstrangedifferent fingers playingfiddling with the stark white sterile gauze to meet the yellowgoldenburnished eyes of the doctor. Because Butter is Butter. Because Butter was Butter and he couldn’t be anyoneanything else anything alive anything not dead notcolddeadpale not perfect.
It just didn't didn't make any sense howwhyhow could he be not Butter how could he be not himself he couldn'tcouldn't be anything else even though he would he would if Zanis wanted Butter to be somethinganythingnothing else but he couldn't..!!
Butter opened his lips, a half-question half-somethingnothing did Zanis want him to be somethinganythingelse what could he be what can he be what did he want--
"--No." He whispered quietlyslowly, almost almost surprised as the word the single syllable slipped from between his lips, though it might just have come as easily from the warmthheat --but it didn't hurt, it couldn't hurt-- from the other's body as Zanis pulled closecloser. But the burst of heatpainnonononono meant nothing, it didn't mean anything it was nothing because Zanis wanted him wantedhimwantedButter and--
And it was enough.
Butter's eyes slidclosed shut after another slow, careful blink and the zombie tilted his head slightly, a half-sigh half-breath escaping his throat with a soft sound as the burst of heatpain subsided down into a sort of shimmering bubbling sort of curioushurtingnothurting sensation. It was enough... His hand --the not-dirty, not-bloody not-hurtbroken one-- softlyslowly took hold of Zanis' shirt, the pink-tinged tingling fingers wrapping around the dark fabric.
It.. It didn't matter. It didn't matter why Zanis wanted him, if.. if Zanis wanted Butter because he was Butter, then.. then it was okay, it didn't it didn't matter and.. and that was enough, that was enough for Butter.
Zanis wanted Butter. That was all it mattered. That was fine. Right?
"..." Different? How different? Because Zanis made Butter feel different too, feel hotheathurt but not really feel the painblisterburning, feel feel something, want something --somethingsomethingwhatsomethingwhat-- and that was different, because Butter was supposed to be dead and dead things --things, never people; dead weren't individuals-- just were not meant for feeling...!!
And.. and that just wasn't fine.
"You are..." Butter paused slightly, the next word dying in his throat dying in his head. What.. His hand tightened a margin of a fraction around the doctor's shirt, another slowquiet breath entering then escaping the deadcold lungs with a soft dry rasp. He was.. He.. What was Zanis?
Butter knew that Zanis was different of course; anybody could see it. Zanis felt different, burned different hurt different --but it wasn't wasn't hurting couldn't hurt never hurt-- and.. and Zanis was just different. Different and special and perfect and beautiful and Butter, he..
"You..." The zombie couldn't will away the momentary twitch of head at the touch through his hair --goodbadhurtingcoolwarmhothurtingcan'tnodon’t'stop-- but the movement stopped as soon as it came, the palecoldstiff hand slowly flexing its grip on the shirt. Butter's gaze shifted slightly, flicking towards the direction of Zanis' own so close so warmhotburningheatgoawayno...
The bloodless lips opened, feeling rather distracteddetached the blood running coldcooldrying down his arm. "--You are perfect."
And whateverperfect things wanted, anythingeverythingallofit, it was.. it was fine.
Because Zanis was more than perfect.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 3:24 pm
"Kissing who?!" The momentary lapse in conversation --along with the darkishbadbadthoughts and the voices bad-- was broken with the words that the pink experiment spoke. Elis spluttered, almost tripping over his own booted feet in surprise as he turned the slightly incredulous-seeming pair of feline green eyes to the redheaded doctor.
Yamagawa, kissing? Sure, Elis had a vague --very vague-- idea about Yamagawa being, well, attractive, in a pale lanky sort of way, mind you, nothing that Elis would like --goddamnit, why did he have to be so much taller than him?!-- but seriously, Yamagawa?
The wyvern tilted his head slightly, the earring tag catching the glimpse of light briefly before being smothered once again in dark locks again. A slight grin --more mischievous than anything else-- tugged at his lips as he looked from between Chou and the doctor, finally opting to leave the taller scientist for a minute --it was so much more fun to watch Yamagawa get flustered-- and blinked innocently at Chou. "Ne, who is this Kiba?"
It turns out that he didn't know everyone in the institution, after all.
But hey, that made things all the much more exciting, ne? Because he didn't know this Kiba-whoever person, and judging by the way that the redhead was flushing and waving his hands, it was more than the usual nothingthings.
And that was a good thing, right?
And besides, Elis maybe --tiny teeniest bit of maybe-- wanted to know this Kiba-whoever. Because you just couldn't tell what type of person Yamagawa would consider as something more and you just couldn't tell. For all that Elis knew, this Kiba could be like.. an axe-murderer or something.
Not that Elis was worried, of course. Psh. What an idea.
Yamagawa could feel the --stupidstupidstupidstupid-- green experiment's toothy fanged grin even before he saw it, and the doctor held his hands out in front of himself as if to wave away the bad stupid auragrinningstop that. He gulped slightly under the green gaze, returning it with a fiercely annoyed gaze of his own. "I, It's not--" It's not what you think it is, you idiot.
Okay. Just calm down calm down and just.. just leave Elis alone. Yamagawa could deal with him. But later. He could deal with the cheeky little wyvern now, but Chou was more important. Yes. It wasn't like he didn't want to, he just didn't have time. Yes. Of course.
The doctor laughed --rather flustered, he thought to himself, slightly more than annoyed at the realization-- and shook his head slightly, though the green eyes behind the glasses flickerflashed slightly with worry. "No, of course not. Kiba-san is--" A flashmixjumbled image of greenhairtearbloodsaddon'tgocoldcoldcold----- and Yamagawa shook his head slightly, the grinsmile widening just a fraction more. "--fine."
It was more of a wish than an actual conviction sort of knowledge though. A wishhewished.
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 8:20 pm
”He’s fine?” For a moment, Chou ignored Elis’ question, nibbling on his lip as he searched for some sort of…of wrongness in Yamagawa-sama’s answer. Was it really so easy to be fine after all that? Kiba-san had been a little scary at times there, and he’d been crying so much and…
But Yamagawa-sama said that Kiba-san was fine. And Yamagawa-sama wouldn’t lie, not about something like this. This was important, so Yamagawa-sama would know if Kiba-san should be left like that or not. Which meant that Kiba-san was fine, if Yamagawa-sama said it and wasn’t worried about Kiba-san doing something badnastyhorriblenotgood with the sharppointysparkly glass bits.
And if Kiba-san was fine, that meant that now he could go and tell Elis.
Turning to the green experiment, the faerie grinned. “Kiba-san is--” What did Kiba-san do? “He makes perfumes that keep the bad doctors away and red drinks that make Yamagawa-sama be not broken anymore. Andand he’s as tall as Elis, and he has pretty green hair like apples, and it’s pretty and his eyes are yellow andandand…and his room…is like…nasty hot.” Oh, sure, even though he knew next to nothing about Kiba-san, Chou could still come up a veritable list of stuff to use to describe the man.
“Cause, see, Kiba-san was crying after Yamagawa-sama went inside of him…or maybe it was before, he was crying somewhere in there, and I wasn’t watching the whole time but there was definitely something happening with the shiny glassness, and then they were kissing and Yamagawa-sama was making Kiba-san better so it was good.” The faerie paused.
“Although, really, it might have been Yamagawa-sama’s fault that Kiba-san was crying in the first place. I dunno. But he was making it better, so it’s all okay.” Poor boy had no idea what saying that sort of thing to could do to guilt-ridden people. He really needed to work on that a bit.
Luckily, he got completely sidetracked before he could spill any further about Yamagawa-sama’s misdeeds in making Kiba-san cry and not cry over and over again.
Brightly, he tugged at Elis’ arm, forgetting completely that he still had Yamagawa-sama’s hand on his other side. “Nenenene, guess whaaaaaaat? Yamagawa-sama can go in people. Isn’t that coooooool? It’s so weeeeeeeeird, though. Cause…cause he goes in them, and it’s weeeeeeird. But coooool. He had his whole hand inside Kiba-san.” Absently, he tugged on his other not-hanging-onto-Elis hand to demonstrate --not nearly as effectively, since he couldn’t go through things, but demonstrate nonetheless.
However, his other hand was occupied by Yamagawa-sama. Who Chou had completely forgotten about for a minute. Oops. For a moment, Chou just smiled up at the doctor, not thinking for a moment that this might not be exactly the sort of thing Yamagawa-sama wanted the world to know about. It was a story and stories should be told, right?
Then he turned back to Elis, ready and willing to begin his narration up once more. “Andand there was so much blooooooooooood--” And technically Yamagawa-sama was still covered in blood, but at least he wasn’t bleeding from any major wounds any more, so that was good. Ever the “girl” --on the inside, at least--Chou merely shuddered at the remembrance of all the blood. “--and there was so much and it was yucky and--”
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 10:55 pm
Perfumes? Drinks? Green? Hot?
The wyvern blinked confusedly for a moment, his attentionirritationcuriosity momentarily diverted away from Yamagawa --something wasn't right something wasn't quite it wasn't quite right-- by the newfound.. new personthing, this Kiba-whoever who was so very obviously Yamagawa's somethingsomeone because he could just tell, because Yamagawa got that redstrange expression thing that he saw sometimes in movies and very very sometimes in peoples which was really hard because he hardly ever saw any real people.
And.. and people around here just didn't count.
Besides, this Kiba-whoeverperson must be reeeeeeeeeally importantgoodsomething if.. if Yamagawa could show that much.. that.. that much stuff on his face. Yamagawa
Elis just hoped that it was for actually good reasons.
"--and there was so much and it was yucky and--"
"---Yes, yes." The redhead cut through the rest of the words coming from the pink experiment rather more hastily than he would have liked --and indeed, wanted-- to seem, acutely conscious of the other pair of green eyes staring --not glaring, not boringdaggerstabbyglaring, just quiet quiet observation that left Yamagawa feeling more disconcerted and.. and badnotgood than any other stares anythingeverythingelse-- at him as he smiled down at Chou.
"It wasn't that much, ne? I'm all better already." Yes, Better. The redhead suppressed the wince as he clenched his other hand slightly, feeling the sharp pang of the cut palm. But that wasn't quite the only reason..
"--It's all fine." He finished, mind almost losing track of the corridorsdoors that they were passing then coming back on with a flash. Yamagawa shot a mildly hard glare at the green experiment, feeling both guilty and relieved --feeling guilty about feeling relieved?-- when Elis turned his gaze away with a shrug and a sweep of eyelashes. Not very far now..
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Posted: Thu Dec 28, 2006 11:20 pm
The strawberry eyes flickered once as the faerie glanced up at the doctor, winered almost almost coming out before fading back. There was…there was something funny, something in the way Yamagawa-sama said it was all fine, that was just wrong and…and just not right at all. Even if Chou didn’t understand what wasn’t right, he knew there was something. And there was the thought that maybepossiblyprobably it was his fault and that was bad but Kiba-san was important because kissing was important and people only kissed other people when they were important and if Kiba-san was important to Yamagawa-sama then it was also important to make sure that Kiba-san was all better and not trying to do bad thing with sharppointyshinyglass.
And…and he’d just thought that Elis should know, since Elis knew Yamagawa-sama and could…could do friend stuff if Yamagawa-sama needed a friend because Kiba-san did something bad. After all, Elis knew Yamagawa-sama longer and was therefore more…more qualified and Chou had just wanted Elis to know…
The faerie cringed almostbutnotreally imperceptibly, not liking not liking one bit the badwrongfeelingness in the air. That…that he’d brought up and it was bad and-- this time his eyes didn’t fade completely when they flickered, the winered lingering at the edges of the strawberry, though for all other intents nothing had changed.
Not even realizing how close he was to turning into Dark Chou --or maybe he noticed and was just trying to not show and worry Yamagawa-sama-- he beamed up at the doctor. “Even if it’s all better, you should still go and wash it later. Otherwise it’ll turn green and fall off, and that would be a problem. Cause you can’t do doctorystuffs without your hand.” He swung their joined hands, gaze shifting to where his other hand clutched Elis’s handarm. “And you should wash Kiba-san’s hand when you go back too. It’s just not good when limbs turn green and fall off.”
Not that green was a bad color. It was just the falling-off bit that was bad. And if he worried about falling-off hands then maybe he could make Dark Chou go away and not be teetering so close like this in his eyesheadheart because it would be bad if Dark Chou came out again. Dark Chou had broken Yamagawa-sama, and now there was Yamagawa-sama and Elis, and Chou so very much didn’t want to break Elis too. That would...that would be even worse then bad...
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 2:09 am
The green experiment's other hand found the faerie's, slender, tapered fingers wrapping around Chou's hand where the other had clutched at him. Elis' eyes moved away from silently inspecting Yamagawa's profile and came down to fix upon the pink faerie's face. Though the gaze was softened considerably, it still betrayed the somethingnothing flicker in the green depths, something almost almost akin to.. to worry.
Because it was Chou and.. and Chou was important. And not just because he could makecanmake shinyglitterygood things or because he was pink or.. or glittery and winged and.. and pretty and just Chou, it was something a whole lot more than just being shinyglitteryhappypink. And.. and Elis didn't want to see that strangeweirdbad look on Chou's faceeyes. It was.. it was bad, and bad things made Elis feel bad and if it was Chou who was feeling bad then.. then Elis shoulddidfeel extra bad because it was Chou, and---
"Ne ne ne.. Is this Kiba-person pretty?" The wyvern cut in brightly, not liking notliking the weirdnewstrangebadbadbadbad look on Chou's face inside Chou's eyes bleeding in brightbrightdark wineredsomething and that shouldn't be there because Elis likedliked the real colour of Chou's eyes, real prettypinkstrawberrynice colour, not.. not this weirddarkishmuddybloodyred which he didn't like because it was bad. "Because Armand likes pretty people, ne, and if Armand-kun likes Kiba-person then Kiba should be pretty, no?"
"Yes, yes." Yamagawa cut in, clearing his throat and 'coincidentally' hiding the slight tinge of pink creeping up on his face and shoving his other hand, the free one, into the pocket of his bloodstained white gown. He should probably get that laundered. It just wouldn't do for his image --or what's left of it anyway-- to go around clad in bloody clothes, now would it?
His eyes flicked up and met the other pair of green ones, grinning mischievously but with an unknown somethingflicker in them, hoveringwavering on the edge of perception, and Yamagawa frowned vaguely, the free hand yet again leaving the confines of the pocket to weave through the unruly locks of red hair. Hm. He should look up further onto that too, later. But not now.
The redheaded doctor looked down at Chou, and smiled slightly, though it was slightly bordering on being wistful. "Yes," Yamagawa mused. "--I should get back soon, too." That was almost an unconscious sort of talking to himself, more than it was directed at either Elis or Chou.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 2:14 am
Zanis frowned slightly at the answer, wondering what they were supposed to do now. If Butter didn’t know how to fix bones, and Zanis didn’t know, then what was supposed to happen? Note to self: breaking bones is not the way to keep Butter here. Because if the bones weren’t going to get fixed, it was a problem. And--
”You are perfect.”
--and something might be wrong with his ears, because that couldn’t be right, could it? Did Butter just say he was perfect? No, nono that must be wrong, because…because Zanis wasn’t perfect. Butter was perfect. Zanis was…was too living, too alive and that wasn’t perfect. Zanis felt too many emotions, simply felt too much to be perfect.
The snake resisted the urge to turn around look behind him, one, because he knew there was no one there so it had to be him Butter talking about, and two, it was a stupid move in and of itself. But the urge was definitely there, simply because it was so hard to believe that Butter was talking about him. Zanis just wasn’t perfect.
But…maybe…maybe he could try if Butter thought so?
“Alright,” he murmured, absently reaching one hand down to wrap around the pale hand hanging onto his shirt. “You think I’m perfect and I think you’re perfect. That works.” If they both thought the other was perfect, and they both didn’t believe it, then there wasn’t any problem, was there?
Well, maybe there was a problem, but it seemed to be working for right now. What sort of question was that, though, that Butter wanted to know why Zanis wanted him? Wasn’t that supposed to be expressed without words and all that? That was what Zix’s books had always said, at least. That it was all the sort of feeling that didn’t need to be said because the other person wuld feel it and just know.
Then again…Butter was a zombie. Zombies weren’t exactly known for being able to pick up on emotions real well.
And Zix was an idiot…wouldn’t it make sense that his books were idiotic too?
Yes. Of course it did. And he should pull his mind off that subject because thinking about Zix always made some part of Zanis want to actually see the necromancer, and now that Zix was actually here worked here it would be too easy much too easy to just give in to temptation and see him and bad thoughts badthoughts! That was just…just wrong now. Because there was nothing and had never been anything and will never be anything between he and Zix, so he really needed to stop thinking about the stupid man.
And maybe Butter would help, yes? Because Zanis knew, no matter what else, that he’d never ever ever ever before felt like this about anyone else before. So maybe, just maybe, if he kept Butter as an important someone, and didn’t let anyone else hurttouchmarflaw Butter, than it would be…something. Better. Just something.
And strangely enough, even thinking like that, he wasn’t planning on using Butter. Not like a…a tool or something, at least. Which was strange, because everyone else --except for a select few-- were pointless, all the other humanoid-organoid-things. They had no point, and thusly could be used however and tossed aside like trash. That was how he thought of them and that was how they had always been. So when he used someonesomething he used itthem to the fullest…and then let it go. And that was that.
But even thinking like that, it never even occurred to him to even think about treating Butter that way.
Oh yes, Butter made him feel different. In a weird, I-don’t-really-know-if-it’s-all-that-good sort of way. Thinking about Butter, touchingholdingbeingnear Butter all made him go against everything he’d ever known or thought or believed. And the thing was…the most important thing was…
He didn’t care.
Because if it was Butter, it was fine, right? If it was Butter making him feel oddstrangedifferent than it was okay. So what if it went against everything every wordlessoncreedence he’d ever been told? It was all okay with Butter. Sure, he might have torn anyone else who affected him like this into pieces, but with Butter, it was fine.
Butter was on his mind a lot right now, wasn’t he?
An truth be told, Zanis was pretty sure it wasn’t all because he was practically clinging to the zombie. The snake got the feeling that even if Butter were on the other side of the world, the zombie’s namefacetouchsmellfeelev.er.y.thing would be on Zanis mind. A decidedly unnerving idea that he wasn’t totally opposed to. At least not as opposed as he should have been.
After all. It was Butter.
Zanis sighed slightly, blinking out of his Butter-happy thoughts. There was a bone. It needed fixing. Now. Because it had torn through the skin and now was bleeding all over the place --and he had the rather sarcastic thought that it was a good thing his clothes were black, wasn’t it?-- and it would be a problem if Butter just kept bleeding and bleeding and bleeding until there was no more blood left, because…because…Well, Zanis didn’t know exactly what would happen, but it would be problematic. After all, Zanis barely knew what to do when a living person was wounded bad enough that parts of them just sort of stopped working --the easiest solution was to make it a quick death-- and so a dead person stopping working would definitely be bad.
In fact, the only solution that came to mind --worst case scenario-- would be to call Zix and ask what to do. And that wouldn’t work because Zanis had already vowed right now decided never ever ever to talk to Zix again or go near him or anything so calling for advice would not be good.
The snake sighed again, pulling back enough to look down at the brokenbloodytornbleedingbaditwasn’thisfault wrist. “Well,” he said slowly, pursing his lips in thought. “That was rather stupid of me.” Note to self: Using methods he doesn’t know how to fix on someone he wants to keep around is not recommended.
“This…could be a problem…”
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:24 pm
The faerie glanced down at the touch on his hand, an almost curious look on his face, like he couldn’t quite figure out exactly why Elis was holding his hand. Not that he at all minded. He quite liked Elis holding his hand like that, and somehowsomeway it made all the badnervousworried feelings fade. They didn’t totally disappear, but they faded quite a bit.
And if the badnastydarkbad feelings were fadingalmostgone, then Chou was going to be fine and Dark Chou didn’t need to come out and he wouldn’t have to break anyoneanything else. And that was so terribly good, because Chou never ever never wanted to break another personpeople again. Things could be fixed or replaced, but personpeople weren’t so easy to fix, and it was just harder. So--
“Haaai,” Chou sang, swinging both his hands happily, in turn swinging Elis’ and Yamagawa-sama’s hands. A quick sweep of his eyelashes almost completely eradicated the darkwinered stain from his eyes, and he turned a happily-beaming-almost-fine visage on Elis. “Kiba-san is very pretty. Not really when he’s all red and bloody and yucky, but he’s still pretty. He’s green too, like Elis is!” If only his office wasn’t so ungodly hot. That was the only problem Chou had with the man.
But he kind of liked Kiba-san. That was why he wanted Elis to know, so Elis could understand that Yamagawa-sama needed to go and make Kiba-san happier so he was okay and not sad. Being sad was just…just bad. It was just sad and bad and not good and people did bad things when they were sad so it was important that Elis know so Yamagawa-sama could go to Kiba-san and stop him from crying.
Humming slightly, he made an attempt at a skip, an attempt that failed miserably because he was impeded by the two people on either side he was clinging too. “Nenene, are we theeeeeeere yeeeeeet?” Then, like it was news, he looked up at Yamagawa-sama, wings quivering happily with excitement. “Causecause we’re gonna make Elis’ room shiiiiiny. I’m gonna help!” An explanation wasn’t really needed for just how he was going to help, the evidence trailing behind the trio in a spectacular glittery rainbow, but he explained anyway. “Cause we’re gonna stick my glitter on his walls and it’s gonna be pretty!” He giggled, the mere prospect delighting him to no end.
And with another blink, the winered was totally gone, only the happybrightstrawberry shadecolor left, which partly explained why he had to utterly distract himself with stuff all three of them already knew. But it was good, goodgoodgood, because it meant that Dark Chou had gone back away and wasn’t lingering on the edges anymore, and no one else would get broken. And it also meant that it was happybrightshinysparkly again, which was good too, because Chou didn’t like it when it was darkcoldscarydepressed, so it should always be brighthappysparkly so it felt good and not bad.
Which was all the more reason for Yamagawa-sama to go back to Kiba-san quicklike.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 5:38 pm
Yes. It worked.
Butter didn't know how or why, since Zanis didn't really seem to be believing him --and Butter could just tell; that was the same kind of look, same time of voice same same everything as those doctorpeople cuttinghurtingburningthe burning and it hurt hurtsomuchsosososososomuch but they didn't believe him. It was the same kind of look, the sort of skeptical half-believing notbelieving look.
But.. but Zanis also said that he was perfect, him, Butter, he was perfect. And he wasn't. Butter knew he wasn't perfect because Zanis was perfect, and.. and Butter was nothing like Zanis, nothingnoneatall like Zanis because Zanis was alive and burningbrightlyhotly alive and beautiful and that was perfect and.. and Butter just wasn't.
So here they were, both perfectnotperfect but he wasn't Butterwasn'tperfect he wasn't because he was deadfeelingnothingnessuseless nothing he wasn't..!!
Butter slowly tightened his handgrip around the dark material of Zanis' shirt, feeling the flareburn of the burst of heat at the bare contact as the dark-haired doctor's hand wrapped around his own. The zombie's pale white eyes flickered at the feelingnotfeeling, a sort of vague familiar somethingnothing sense of panic rushing up from the pit of his stomach---or was it his hand, where Zanis was touching where he was being touched where he was letting himself be touched flareburningredfireheathurting?
None of this save for a barest flickersomething showed on Butter's faceeyes, just a slight hintflicker that ran past the white eyes and the rest of him rest of his facebodyallofhim everything marbledeadwhitepale.
But.. But that was okay, that was right. Zanis was perfect.
Zanis was perfect and beautiful and just everything about the male was absolutely, undenyably pefectperfectionbeautiful, sugar and spice and everything nicegoodprettybeautifulaliveperfect.
It was perfect when Zanis touched him, when Zanis made those brightbright burning redness flare up on his skinfacelipsarms. It was perfect had been perfect too when Butter's wrist so strangelyweirdly --just a dry snap-- brokeshatteredbled million different pieces and more, the redstickyness of blood drippingflowing down his armhand down Zanis' hand and that, even that was beutifulperfectso sososososo very right.
Because Zanis was alive. And living people always burned with that same fierybrightgolden sort of fire that was so foreign so hurtingnewalien to someone dead like Butter. So soso very hurtingburning get away but not being able to, being repelled and drawn to it all at once.
But Zanis, Zanis' fireflamelivingness wasn't at all like the other livingpeoplethingsness.
Zanis' burned even more brighter, even more golden even more hurting not hurting and so sososososo much more attracting. And that was different, that was different and that was new and that was.. that was good.
Butter had never thought that there would be a different kind of fireburningheat before. This was, this was different, because there was something else, something more in the way it burnedtingled afterwards, something different in the way the heat seepedcrept intounder his skin, something so so very strange in the way it just felt absolutely right.
He hadn't ever felt this on anyone else before.
He hadn't ever felt anything like this.
"You are perfect." Butter whispered again, lips brushing slightlylightly against the darklongsmoothprettybeautiful hair of the doctor's. His hand tightened just a fraction more around Zanis' shirt and the dark lashes swept down as the zombie quietlyslowly breathed in, the heatwarmth radiatingburning off the other's body seeping into him into his skinbodyeverywhere into his lungs burningscorchinglyhot...!!
He opened his eyes back again, just a tiny dark pinprick dot on unnervingly palewhite iris. "You are perfect and beautiful and different, and.." A slight pause followed where the zombie silently sorted through all the differentstrangedefinitelyweird feelingsthoughtswordssensations runningrushing through him.
"...and I.. I don’t know, but.." Flickerflash of somethingnothingyou are perfect and whitepaledeadness met the brightgolden again, the zombie's gaze searchingseeking out Zanis' faceeyes almost as if he could see something, seefeelhearsmellknow something whywhywhywhywhywhy just by looking at the other male.
His grip tightened just a little more, another smallinsignificantlittle shift of muscle, another slowquiet shallow breath taken into his lungs more out of a enforcedhabitual familiarity rather than necessity, and Butter silently traced Zanis' face with his gaze, eyes following the smoothsleep fall of the dark hair, the curve of the other's facejawheadlipseverything. Almost as if to memorize Zanis, almost as if to burn him into memory.
"---I want Zanis." The words fell, three softly-spoken words that were hardly heard, spoken almost unconsciously, almost without thinking, almost.. almost as if he actually really felt it, felt the strange warm burning sort of heat inside again, the weirdburningness that flared up inside him inside his chest and it burned..! Butter lifted his head slightly, tilting his head a little as he kept his eyes focusedfixed on the doctor's slender figure as Zanis moved awayback slightly. A slight hint of panic-y sort of vague feeling swelled up don't go away don't ever go can't--- but it was quelled swiftly. He said he wasn't going.
"I want Zanis." Butter said again, carefully shifting his grip and following the doctor's gaze to glance briefly down at the brokenmangled wrist again --but it didn't hurt so it didn't really matter and.. and it just didn't matter it wasn't important wasn't as important as Zanis-- and almost tasting the words as they left his mouth, rolling off his tongue curling in the inside of his throatmouth and the words burned too, the strangeweird warmth spreadingcoiling even more inside him inside his cheststomach under his skin. Wasn't that strange?
It was.
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