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 Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:29 pm
Hisoka looked the restaurant one more time before shoving his hand back in his pocket.
He sighed before transporting back to the apartment.
The blond stood in the middle of the living room looking for his roommate.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:30 pm
Without any warning, Muraki hugged Oriya from behind, leaning over the wheelchair and putting his arms around the other man gently. "He did, after all, threaten you in the hospital."
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Likewise, Muraki collapsed onto his own futon. "Really? I'm quite serious about this though... I mean... I haven't exactly pushed my tolerance to the limit."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:33 pm
Tsuzuki looks up from his book, suddenly really awfully nervous. "Welcome back..." Quietly, taking a breath and then quickly speaking again. "I'm sorry about last night."
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Oriya gasps just a little, then lets out his breath slowly. Honestly he was frightened for a moment, raising a hand to his arms and relaxing into the embrace. "I know."
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Oriya laughs a little... and then pushes himself up, going to get another bottle, a cup, and a bowl, bringing them back and setting them by Muraki. "Well, help yourself, then."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:35 pm
"I just want to keep you safe..." Muraki whispered, tightening his hold on his friend for a moment.
In truth, he was tempted to promise never to leave Oriya's side again...
But could he truly make good on that promise.
Sighing, Muraki closed his eyes. "I'll have to go check on Inoue eventually... I swear... he'll never darken your doorway again, Oriya-kun."
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Muraki raised an eyebrow. "What's the bowl for?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:40 pm
He just pats his arm a little, sighing. "I understand, of course. Just... please try not to stay away too long."
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"For when you throw up." He sits back down, grinning a bit. "'cause I guarantee it'll happen."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:45 pm
" Thanks." he said running his hand through his hair.
He raised a hand and shook it at him.
" Don't worry about it. Both our tempers we're flaring. We're men.. we argue, we fight, we have tempers." he said.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 8:57 pm
"Wouldn't dream of it." Muraki replied with a slight smirk before releasing him. "In fact... I intend for this meeting to take hardly any time at all."
The doctor moved over, grabbing his jacket from the nearby bed and moving to the door.
"Inoue will certainly take up some of my time... but his purpose should be finished soon."
That, in itself, was a clue as to how close Muraki was coming to creating a body for his brother.
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Muraki frowned, the teen looking at the bowl questionably. "I highly doubt that, Oriya-kun."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:07 pm
"I shouldn't have hit you." He looks away, quickly, obviously ashamed. "No matter how angry I was, that's not excusable. I'm sorry."
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He swallows a little and nods. "Please, please be careful, sensei."
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Smirking, he folds his arms. "Doubt me all you want. Go ahead and knock yourself out, Muraki-san~" He's going to enjoy the I-told-you-so's, he really is.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:27 pm
" I'll be fine." he said moving to sit on the couch. " It doesn't even hurt."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:35 pm
"Okay, then." He sighs a little. "Can I get you anything? Tea, lunch?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:38 pm
" Its... really late .. and your offering me lunch?" he asked raising an eyebrow at Tsuzuki.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:41 pm
"... Dinner then?" Biting his lip a little, kind of embarassed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:48 pm
Hisoka nodded. " Yes. I'd like that."
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:49 pm
"Have you ever known me to be otherwise?" Muraki asked, before departing.
~ ~ ~
Muraki ended up meeting with Inoue at the Tsuruoka Hachimangu shrine. The man found his experiment, a quite genki Inoue, hiding in the shadows.
"It worked!" he said happily, looking up at Muraki with joyous eyes. "It worked, Muraki-san! The hands have taken perfectly!"
The doctor's eyes narrowed to silver slits. "Let me see them." he spoke, holding out his own hands.
Quickly, Inoue placed his wrists in the doctor's grasp, smiling at him. "I think it's really worked this time, Muraki-san. I..."
"Did anyone see you?" Muraki asked, ignoring his experiment's excitement.
Inoue shook his head. "Just... just a few guys who ran in. But they were more concerned with Minase than me."
Without a moment's hesitation, Muraki backhanded Inoue, sending the violinist crashing to the ground. "They were shinigami, you pathetic fool!" he spoke angrily. "They could have destroyed everything! Don't you ever... EVER... let them see you again!"
Inoue looked up at Muraki, tears in his eyes. "Hai..."
"Good... now. I want you to lay low. Call me if anything happens, but those shinigami are looking for you. You're to reside here," he handed Inoue a piece of paper.
On it was the address and security code of one of Muraki's private residences.
"You're not to make yourself known to ANYONE! Is that clear?"
The man nodded slightly. "Demo... when will I see you again, Muraki-san?"
Smirking, the doctor turned his back, beginning to walk away. "After the failures you've had recently... I can't promise you when."
And as Muraki walked away, Inoue collapsed to the ground beneath his dark red robes, tears falling from his eyes.
(((OOC: Mao... is now my inspiration for Inoue. Like, at first, it was the Joker... no... now it's Mao from Code Geass.)))
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Nodding, Muraki picked up the bottle. "I will." he said.
And not even bothering with the mase... he took a big long drink of sake.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:59 pm
"I'll cook..." He stands, starting to head to the kitchen
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Oriya moves to go lay down, falling into a deep sleep. Dreaming once again of the past, of Muraki and Saki. It seems that the more complex the situation gets, the more he can't escape from it.
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He just lays back, smirking a little. Watching him.
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