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 Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 2:03 pm
"And what lesson would that be?" Dryly -- the lesson he wishes Muraki would learn is to not mess with him and his friends at all. It never seems to end well, and he -- has respect for the boy, his partner. The green-eyed shinigami reminds him of himself, in many ways.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 2:10 pm
(((My brain didn't like that.... took a couple readings, but when it made sense... I felt stupid... sweatdrop )))
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Looking up, his silver gaze locking with Oriya's own eyes. "To never leave Tsuzuki-san alone, without constant attention... and to stop delaying his death." the doctor's voice was a bit cold, but not to Oriya.
No...
He was thinking about his previous failure.
"When I have Tsuzuki-san again... he won't live long enough to put up any sort of fight this time."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 2:17 pm
((sorry XD))
"..I see." His voice very quiet. He takes a small sip of his tea, trying to keep his composure. The madness that he sees in Muraki's eyes right now is the same he saw in Saki's. He doesn't know how to respond to it.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 2:30 pm
Muraki blinked, looking to Oriya again in confusion. "You don't approve?" he asked, confused as to his friend's silence.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 2:35 pm
"...he and the child make a cute couple. I feel bad for them." Honestly, though he won't tell Muraki to stop. "And I... worry that you're becoming more like your brother every day."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 2:43 pm
The part about Tsuzuki and Hisoka he could ignore, mainly because he tended to agree with that idea.
But the rest.
Muraki dropped his glass, the cup shattering on the stone floor of the porch. "What did you say?" the doctor asked, his expression completely hidden by his silver hair.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 2:48 pm
He tightens his jaw a little, turning his head away from Muraki. Not responding to the question because he knows Muraki heard it and because he can't bear saying it again.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 3:12 pm
"Oriya, what did you say?" Muraki asked again, stepping forward until he was standing just before the dark haired man.
His grey eyes were narrowed, but why, it was hard to tell.
Anger?
Rage?
Or revulsion?
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 3:15 pm
"You heard what I said, Muraki-san." His voice is very neutral, guarded. Looking up at him slowly -- worried for him, but not really for himself.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 3:46 pm
For a long moment, Muraki was silent.
But when he spoke...
"How dare you compare him to me... after what he's done." the man spoke, is voice deadly cold.
One hand went up, fingers tangling in his silver hair as his prosthetic eye was covered by his palm.
"He is a disgusting and vile creature, one that should know nothing but pain and suffering for the rest of his existence."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 3:55 pm
"I don't disagree with you, Muraki-san." Watching him steadily, sighing. "But you aren't seeing the madness in your own eyes lately." He stands, putting his hand over Muraki's, just the lightest touch. "I'm sorry. But... this is something you need to hear. I fear you've lost your way."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 3:59 pm
Muraki's initial instinct was to slap Oriya away, to back off and demand an explanation from the man.
He wanted to scream at him, to demand that Oriya not touch him.
But some part of Muraki's soul latched onto the host's touch and his words, confused and wondering.
"What's wrong about wanting to destroy Saki?" Muraki asked angrily. "I have to have the shinigami's restorative properties for it, I must!" he was obviously obsessed with the notion. "I won't stop until Saki is dead by my own hands!"
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 4:16 pm
"He's dead. Saki is dead and he won't hurt anyone again." He drops his hands, backing away, giving him some space. "This obsession... It's worse than the one he held for you. And it would please him too much." He looks back at him. "What you are doing to those two is much worse than what he ever did to us."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 5:00 pm
Muraki's entire body began to shake. The doctor's hand, his nails digging into the skin above his fake eye, blood mixing with his silver hair.
He was trying so very hard to keep control.
Muraki stepped back, his body curling inward, leaning down as if he were trying to keep himself from being sick.
But suddenly, the doctor stood straight up. He flicked his hair with his hand, blood and sweat spraying before he put his hand on his hip.
"It's far more complicated than that, Oriya-san." Muraki spoke, his voice low and seductive, far from angry. "Saki is dead, but I didn't kill him... I want to slowly squeeze the life from his body... watch as every inch of him is riddled with unbelievable agony."
Muraki began to laugh, low and, quite frankly, making him sound mad... out of his mind...
"Ah..." he sighed, smirking devilishly. "Think of how wonderful Saki will look as he dies, Oriya-san... surely even you would wish to see that."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 5:16 pm
Oriya just slaps him, as hard as he can -- which is extremely hard, considering how much he works out. Hoping it'll snap him out of whatever this is. "Listen to yourself. I don't give a damn about Saki anymore... he's dead. Why does it matter who killed him?" Even his voice sounds harsh, raw. "You act as if he's still here, as if he's still trying to control and hurt you... and you act as if that justifies you controlling and hurting everyone else. How long until it's me? Or Ukyou-chan?
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