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 Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 9:51 pm
He looks up at him, trustingly. "I feel fine.. Perhaps it's just been a long day..?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 9:52 pm
Reaching a clearing, Muraki stopped.
He could hear rushing water nearby, but instead of running...
The teen turned, glaring at where he knew his brother would come from in mere seconds.
The leaves and dirt around Muraki began to shift, wind currents lifting the teen's hair into the air.
He was prepared to defend himself... even from his brother.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 9:53 pm
"Nothing's wrong, really..." He lets out a little breath, going to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of dessert wine he keeps around. He wants both something sweet and something alcoholic, right now. "I arranged for the concert with the count. I.. don't really like going there."
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 9:56 pm
Hisoka sighed as he waited for the water to boil. " Something is wrong.. i can feel it." he said closing his eyes. " But you don't have to talk about it."
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Saki laughed evily as he came down the path but darted around his brother to grab him from behind. " To slow, Muraki.. much to slow." he whispered into his ear.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 9:59 pm
"Nn... it's just that Hakushaku-sama makes me uncomfortable." He shifts a little from one foot to the other as he pours his wine. It's difficult for him to actually tell Hisoka this.. he just wants to make the other happy, though he's really not sure how.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 10:00 pm
"Kisama..." Muraki cursed before the ground beneath them both flew up, small chunks of rock and dirt slamming into Saki from all directions.
Not a scratch touched Muraki however.
The angrier the teen got, the worse the barrage, until even sharpened sticks were added to the mix.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 10:01 pm
"You should rest... instead of worrying about my well being." Muraki replied softly, guiding Oriya subtly toward the man's bed.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 10:03 pm
"So considerate~" It's a very mild tease, Oriya allowing Muraki to guide him to the bed, pausing at his wardrobe to slip out of the heavy formal kimono.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 10:07 pm
" He makes most people uncomfortable.. that pervert." he said stiring the noddles into the boiling water.
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Saki grabbed one of the rocks from the mix, slow began to cut the skin under Muraki's right eye. " Do you value your eye?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 10:09 pm
"It's more than that." He takes a quick, deep drink, wincing a little because the wine really isn't meant to be drunk so quickly. "He doesn't like to do anything for.. free."
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 10:12 pm
Strangely however, when Muraki felt the rock against his skin, his power only increased.
The rock was pushed back, Saki's strength unable to push it forward now.
Muraki wasn't giving up.
And his concentration was too great to be harmed now.
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Muraki watched Oriya undress, though it wasn't in a sensual way.
He was seriously worried about his friend.
Oriya wasn't one prone to fevers.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 10:15 pm
He pushes his hair back from his face... realizing that the cooler night air feels good against his skin, inhaling deeply. "Sensei... since I'm sure you won't let me get it myself, would you get some water?" Sitting down on the bed, really considering this to be a touch ridiculous. He takes care of Muraki, not the other way around.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 10:20 pm
" Let me see your hand." said Hisoka holding out his hand out.
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Saki took the knife stabbing it into Muraki's back. " Aww.. we'll have no of this teenage rebelion, krap."
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 10:23 pm
"Hai." Muraki replied, moving over to the bedside table and pouring Oriya a glass of water from the carafe there.
The man turned, stunned for a moment by Oriya's beauty. A beauty that he had come to treasure... perhaps more than he ever cared to admit.
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Muraki screamed, falling forward onto his hands and knees.
Immediately, the wind disappeared and the debris settled down to the forest floor once more.
Breathing hard and shaking from pain, Muraki glared up at his brother.
"Tomeru..." he whispered, his breath hitching in his chest, making him choke.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 10:27 pm
He bites his lip a little, very close to refusing. "It's a lot.." Slowly reaching out, only allowing his fingertips to touch Hisoka's, gently.
Even though he's got as much of his shields up as he can, Hisoka can pretty clearly see the whole exchange between the two of them, and feel Tsuzuki's emotions. How sick and helpless he feels when the count reminds him of his debt to him.
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