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PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:26 pm


The room was not silent. Every drip of IV fluid plinked like a drop of rain against a window, magnified to the Indian man’s ears by its necessity. The rustle of blankets were added next as he tucked the bedclothes around the shivering patient. The nurses stood at a moment’s notice, but Krishna could not bear to have them near. Richard would use them as a means of distraction, and he wanted no distraction. He deserved to absorb all of what lay before his eyes. No matter how it affected him.

His partner should not be here. He should not have been acting as part of Wolframite’s plot, when he harbored no ill will against the Dark Mirror Court. Krishna had wanted to go, eager as ever to spill the blood of Senshi. When the necessity of moving into his apartment had interfered, Buddingtonite had insisted on going in Serpentine’s stead, in representing their partnership and commitment to the officers of the Negaverse. For this, Richard had suffered at the hands of the enemy. The stab wound was now stitched and bandaged, but it was not healed. It was one more in a string of suffering that the ginger had been forced to endure, and one that would be avenged.

The brand burnt into the confectioner’s hand, however, was worse by far. Krishna’s eyes continued to be drawn to it. He tried to hold back his emotion, but even for the normally cold man stoicism held no reprieve. The stab wound was bad enough, but it had come from an enemy. The blistering, key-shaped burn… had been done by one of their own. By a King for whom Serpentine once thought he would do anything. The injustice of it and the guilt over having failed to protect Richard once again were wounds to his proud nature, yes, but also sunk deeper into his heart.

The tears rolled down his face like streaks of melted copper. The florist made no move to wipe them away. Instead, he took hold of Richard’s uninjured hand and carefully covered it with his own. Words that hardly ever fell from his lips came now, raw and sincere even if tinged with anger, “I’m sorry. This… you were not meant for this.”
PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:27 pm


This hospital. This hospital was hell. At some point in his life, Richard felt as though he had died and this hospital had become his own little personal hell. Periodically he’d escape from it and be allowed to walk within the realm of the living, only for something to happen to him and he’d be pulled back into this eleventh circle of hell. How many levels of hell where there?

Richard didn’t care. ******** Dante, ******** his Inferno and the demons the blew trumpets out their asses. Of all the parts of Dante’s Inferno, why was that the only part that Richard could remember? Why was he even thinking about this?

Oh, right… he was in the hospital, his personal hell. It wasn’t that he hated the staff, as he knew two people that worked here, three as one of them wasn’t an official doctor, only an on and off again paramedic. And the nurses were always worth a look over, though he never seemed to be in a condition to where he could invite them into the bedroom with him. That alone was annoying, as hiding such bulges with such thing sheets was near impossible and then being unable to act upon them, even though they were perfectly willing. Of all the times he was put in the hospital, one would think he’d be able to have Christened the bedsheets at least once, but alas, luck was never on his side.

He hated this hospital. It was cold. They always kept it so cold. How was a guy to heal when they were shivering uncontrollably? He knew little of Krishna’s turmoil until he felt something warm wrap around his uninjured hand, and he hoped that he didn’t appear too surprised to see him there. No, he hadn’t completely forgotten his friend, his good friend and partner, was there! No, that’s not what made him surprised, and he found himself muttering. “Krishna… you spilled something on your face, unless those are tears? Are you crying?”


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PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:28 pm


Of all the questions to ask, of course Richard would go for the most obvious. In his vulnerable state, the florist was even more prone to anger than normal. He snapped immediately, only now running his sleeve across his eyes to be rid of the infuriating liquid, “Does that matter now? When you lie there…” The words clogged in his throat, and the other man squeezed his friend’s hand whenever he could speak no longer. Speech was not his friend, not his gift… words were Richard’s weapons. He could not rely on them now, not when they would not cause anything to change.

After this outburst, his tone quieted to a more normal level. It was not fair to his partner, his friend, to yell at him. Especially when his anger was not directed at him, not truly. “You told me you would be careful, safe. Instead, here we are. From now on, I go with you. To do what must be done.” Perhaps the message, and its severity, would be lost on someone who could barely register the environment around him. Yet, Krishna had to speak those words, had to reassure his partner that he would not suffer alone. Both Serpentine and Buddingtonite would take the required starseeds and deliver them before the General King. Both Generals would bear the brand on their hands, one more set of matching marks to accompany the tattoos on their arms. “You will never be alone again.”

The teenaged candy striper knew that she should not be eavesdropping. It was unprofessional, and if the nurses caught her, then she’d be reassigned to a different position for sure. But.. well, she just couldn’t help herself! This was what, the third time that handsome red-haired gentleman had been admitted, and now this dreamy Indian man was here? Their conversation also melted her heart as she sighed softly to herself, “Oooh, they are such a cute coooouple~”
PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:29 pm


It wasn’t often that Richard found himself speechless, though it managed to happen twice in one night. Maybe he was really starting to lose his touch? Or perhaps those were simply times where he grew wise and his words were not needed. He could not exercise this right on a good day and tonight, he was at his absolute worse, which was why he found himself trapped in this hospital for all eternity, no doubt. Had he said nothing, perhaps he wouldn’t have been in pain. Had he said nothing, he wouldn’t be here right now, looking up at his friend and feeling as though he was nothing more than guilt ridden garbage. To think, of all the cruel and downright belittling words that the general-king threw at him this evening, he only felt the true extent of those words now… to see Krishna respond like this…

“Um… I’m the one in the hospital bed… with needles and tubes and who knows what else sticking in me… all stitched up and bandaged and probably running a fever, so I’m the one that should be crying.” He didn’t want Krishna to cry. There was something… very wrong about seeing such emotions bubble out of his friend, and it almost made him want to cry, too. He held it back, forcing his smile wide in hopes of spreading his mirth to his friend, not at all aware of the danger that approached the hospital at law breaking speed. “I said I’d ‘try’ to be safe, never that I would be safe. You know how trouble loves to find me… nothing can resist my charm, not even lady luck, right? She was drawn to my allure… and apparently I must have scorned her to be rewarded like this.”

Well, not everyone was a victim to his charm. Zinkenite proved that today and his words hurt him now, more than they did when he first uttered them. Something about being in excruciating amount of pain had a way of blocking out certain words and details of events, and in all honesty he had hoped they’d stay hidden. What’s the point of remembering things when they were painful? According to Zinkenite, they were not friends… such a minor thing to be caught up on, but in the Negaverse, not being friends with your General-King was a death sentence.

“You really shouldn’t do that, though. I mean, really… Krishna, there’s no need to put both of our names on his exclusive hate list,” Richard said, his smile remaining but it lost a bit of its luster. It was starting to hurt his face, too, so he let it fade a little more. He didn’t need anymore pain. “I mean… do you really want to accompany me everywhere? What if I need to go to the bathroom… and you are put off by my-”

His ears caught the sound of a girl giggling and his head snapped in her direction, so fast and sudden it was almost inhuman. More like a cat, or an owl. Yes, an owl, with the way he could crane his neck completely around, and that was what caused him to see both the candy striper and the man that exposed her when he opened the door without warning.

“Uh oh…”


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PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:30 pm


The florist was not fooled by the smile that his injured friend conjured up, but he allowed the candymaker his delusion. Silence was Krishna’s comfort; smiles and speech were Richard’s. His grip never faltered, that one point of prolonged physical contact a powerful indicator of the depth of his emotion. Normally, he would block out the additional, needless speech… but now, it was a relief to hear those words flow out of his partner. There was truth to his words, but the florist pointed out softly, “Because of me.”

To follow up on this acceptance of his role in this situation, Krishna shook his head at Richard’s protest that he need not accept punishment. “Wrong. There is much need. You fought in our name, meaning we both accept the consequences.” Krishna looked again at Richard’s branded hand. The ugly, distinctive burn offended him on an emotional and physical level, but he had to grow used to looking at it. It would soon adorn his hand as well. The instant the General-King had branded Buddingtonite, it was a foregone conclusion that Serpentine would be marked. “Never forget; we are one.”

The last, hushed statement came rushed from his lips due to the door opening. A purple-haired girl in a pink-and-white striped dress fell over from her crouching position… and she immediately blurted out, “Oh, um, sorry! I just didn’t want to interrupt. It seemed a little personal… a-anyway, is there anything I can get for anyone? Or a nurse to fetch?”

The other figure, however, had no such difficulty. He stood tall and fixed in the doorway. The florist would recognize that dyed blue hair and deep scowl anywhere. He did not rise or shift his position as he greeted simply, “Daran.”
PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:31 pm


How many visits had it been now? Daran lost count, and for someone who's day time profession was crunching numbers and keeping track of records and documents, that was never, ever a good sign. Daran Moreau pushed his car and himself to the limit, speeding towards the hospital and not once realizing just how damn lucky he was that there wasn't a single officer on the way there though certain he'd be getting a notice in the mail for his reckless behavior. He might have even ran a red light. He couldn't recall. His mind was set on making it to the hospital- anyone else be damned at this point!

He had been here so many times in the past year that he swore he might as well purchased his own private spot near the emergency room at this point. He had been here so many times that the receptionist knew him by his first name, and that was never an acceptable thing for Daran. It meant that Richard was here too often. It meant that something was going on, and Daran would be getting to the bottom of it tonight, even if he had to break his brother himself to get them.

He didn't want to. He was already hospitalized. He should have been institutionalized but Richard and the rest of the family fought it. He wouldn't tell him anything about what happened on that night, and it was just as likely he wouldn't talk to him about what happened on this night either, but Daran wasn't going to leave without an answer, or a name to give to the police (or more likely than not, a face to punch in). That's how spitting mad Daran was as he stormed towards the room, ignoring the receptionist's shout and going straight to the room where he could hear Richard's voice echoing from. The moment he entered the room, who'd be the one to greet him but Richard's friend, not Richard himself?

"Can it," Daran said to Krishna, moving to step around him, never failing to notice how Richard was so quick to hide behind his friend when he was around. Granted he couldn't blame him, given just how angry he was, but he was worried as well. "Richard, what the hell happened this time?! Don't you DARE hide from me, not now! We're going to talk!"

There may have been another woman in the room with them and she may have said something, but it was lost on him. When it came to tunnel vision, Daran had it bad...


Which was unfortunate for Richard. He wanted to talk to Krishna. He wanted try and talk him down from this foolish notion that his injuries and punishment were his fault, even though they totally were. Had he gone, Buddingtonite wouldn't have been hurt because Serpentine wouldn't have allowed it. Had he gone, Serpentine would be the only one to bear the branding. Yes, in a way, Krishna was right and though Richard knew it. He simply didn't want to force his friend to endure it any longer.

And yet, he knew he'd have to. The moment Daran entered the room, Richard felt a sudden need to curl into himself and hide behind his Indian friend, even when he knew that Daran would not be talked down easily. "Ran, you're overreacting again... please don't yell so loud..."

He didn't WANT to talk about it with Daran. Not now, or ever... if he talked, then who knew where that'd lead!

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PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:32 pm


Krishna arched an eyebrow, but he did not verbally protest. It did not take an incredible amount of sensitivity to read the fury in Daran’s movements or to hear the thunder in his voice. If someone were to try and guess which brother was the taciturn man’s friend, they would probably choose the one who chose to dye his hair blue. Both Krishna and Daran worked hard at their trade. Both were proponents of action rather than speech. Both cared an incredible amount for the confectioner that currently squirmed in his sheets. For these reasons, the two of them normally got along fairly well. Today seemed to be a notable exception.

He would not have intervened at all if not for the obvious distress in Richard’s face. The Indian did not remove his grip from his friend’s hand, but he still turned to fully face Daran. It was a strangely delicate position in which he found himself. He empathized, in a way that the other man would not understand, with Daran’s anger and frustration. Yet, his partner had already suffered too much to be made to fear more. As of yet, Krishna did not rise from his chair, not yet, but the threat of such intervention was clear as he spoke, “Calm yourself. He is safe now.”

The candy striper stood there with her brown eyes wide and her fingers twirling strand after strand of her purple hair around themselves as she continued to blatantly stare at the scene before her. What was this? A third, hunky man to add to the mix? A former boyfriend? A current boyfriend? Oh, it just kept getting juicier and juicier and she knew, she knew she should be going to assist the second nurse who had come in to try and quiet down the rambunctious one, but all she could do was squeal and make notes. Her Tumblr was not going to believe this situation had come up before her very eyes!
PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:33 pm


“Safe? Safe?! You keep saying that, Mr. Dhawan, but I don’t see where you think he’s ‘safe’! Tell me, how does havin’ him in this damn hospital keep him safe?” There were many things that the Moreau family shared with one another and in this case it was the ability to attract attention through the use of their voice. The twins had been blessed with a powerful set of pipes and both sought to use them in their own unique way. Unfortunately, that meant everyone within the emergency room and a few floors up would have privy to Daran’s anger. “Tell me what happened this time, then tell me how exactly you plan on keeping him ‘safe’ from the next time, then maybe I’ll calm down!”

He didn’t want to lash out at Krishna. He respected the man, just as he respected any other small business owner and hard working human being. There were times he openly admitted to Richard that he’d prefer to have Krishna as part of his family and Richard would laugh, thinking it a joke. Richard wasn’t laughing now. Richard wasn’t even looking at him, and that only drove the anger deeper.

“You of all people know what my family’s been through. You know what Richard’s been through, more than even I know… an’ I want to fix that, right here and now!” Richard wouldn’t talk to him, so he wouldn’t waste his time. So he turned his full attention to Krishna and looked the man dead in the eyes, drawing close enough to be within arms reach of him and the muscle bulged, reminding his brother that he was willing to throw his weight and a few punches around if he needed to. At this range, he could see the slightest discolorations against Krishna’s cheeks- he had been crying. That knowledge was what finally caused him to lower his voice, though not once did it lose its edge. “Don’t make me yell any louder to get my point across. So tell me what happened… please.”


Richard didn’t want to be here. This had to be hell. His own personal hell, and he knew there’d be no escaping Daran this time. He had managed to talk his way out of his past predicaments, one of which by the skin of his teeth, but he knew that Daran wouldn’t let him go this time. And neither would Krishna, whose hand was beginning to crush his own and made his own uncomfortable and sweaty. He tried to wriggle out of it, which caused his sides to hurt, and that made the device attached to him start to give off this annoying beeping noise. It was a warning to the nurse that his blood pressure and heart rate were escalating, though he didn’t need a damn machine to tell him that.

Daran continued to shout, and all Richard wanted to do was pull himself free of his friend’s hold and flee the room, or hide under the bed, or something. He didn’t want to talk about this right now. He didn’t want to think about this right now, or ever, really. He overcame this. He was better than this. What was the point of getting over these things when others insisted on bringing it up?

He tugged and tugged and when he couldn’t free himself, he moved his bandaged arm to grab for Krishna’s hand, and his voice could only be compared to that of a pathetic little kitten mewling for the pinching of its nerves to be released. “I’m tired. Can I sleep now?”

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PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:33 pm


The florist did not so much as flinch beneath Daran’s assault. He had faced worse, far worse, both mentally and physically in his life even before he became a Negaverse General. His grip on Richard’s hand tightened reflexively as he endured the screaming and then the much more painful whispering. Beneath the pain, his own temper flared. His ego would not allow someone to question him in this manner even if he could agree with some of the statements. “Yes. I do know. I will always know, and when it is time? So will you. Not before.”

Despite his haughty tone, Krishna wanted to tell Daran the truth. He had no moral qualms about lying, when there was need; similarly, he had no trouble withholding the truth. Yet, in this case, he felt that the truth was the muscular man’s right. Both Richard and Daran had suffered much since the confectioner became Buddingtonite - and only one of them fully understood why. If Brahma had been the one to constantly end up in the hospital, to have periods of weakness followed by sudden bursts of strength… who saw their shop destroyed, their mother die, and was obviously hiding something? In such a case, the florist knew that he would be acting just as Daran did now. Actually… he would be acting in a manner which made the blue-haired man’s outburst seem tame by comparison.

The feel of bandages against his skin was enough to finally force him to break eye contact with his attacker. Seeing Richard’s discomfort prompted immediate action. So focused had he been on controlling his temper, maintaining his defensive posture, that he had not even noticed his partner’s struggles until now. Krishna released his strong hold on the man’s good hand and unconsciously wiped his sweaty palm against his pants leg. There would be no rest until Daran departed, one way or the other. He knew what had to be done. “Soon. Once we talk.”

The ‘we’ did not include the furious brother. For that, the Indian turned and glared at the candy striper who stood there with an insipid look on her face and the flustered, plump nurse who had begun wringing her hands.”You two. Fetch a doctor for him. I will see Daran out.”
PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:34 pm


Daran didn’t need confirmation that Krishna was somehow aware of all of this, nor that he may have had a hand in this. He knew. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he trusted his instincts, and all of those instincts pointed to the rainbow haired man that his brother called a friend. There may have not been any physical evidence that would have supported this, but that hardly mattered to a man when driven to this point of rage.

“Fine, then when will I know? When are you going to tell me what the hell is going on? He’s my ********’ brother and I should have every right to know,” Daran said, stressing the point by raising his voice and taking a step forward and not meaning to stomp but too late to stop himself. And what was worse was that from this angle, it was clear to see just how much his well-justified anger was affecting Richard, seeing him struggling against Krishna’s hold and wincing, as though Daran would hurt him. As if Daran was physically capable of hurting him! It was enough for him to step away and allow the nurses to do their job, but his anger remained. It made his voice sharp and jagged, and when Krishna offered to see him out, he went along with it, if only for the hope of being told what in the tarnation was going on. Would Krishna finally tell him? “I’ll be back, Richard… just don’t be asleep or sedated by the time I get back, alright?”

He followed Krishna out, refusing to touch him or let anyone touch him. He could see security standing outside the room but all that was needed between the two was a stern glare and a nod. There was no need for him to interfere, at least not yet. It all depended on what Krishna would tell him once they made it into the parking lot, assuming he told him anything. The moment the automated doors swung open and swished closed behind him, he moved to step in front of Krishna, making sure that he’d have his attention though since they were the only ones there, he was certain that this precaution wasn’t necessary in the least.

“Who did this, Krishna,” Daran asked, using his name in hopes of telling him just how desperate he was right now. With no one else there, he was free to scream and shout, and yet, his voice, while still sharp, lowered to a more tolerable level. Maybe he thought it would help… “You know who did this to him, and you need to tell me so that I make sure they pay for this. Legally and otherwise! Tell me… please!”

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PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:35 pm


The candy striper could do little when the rainbow-haired man barked at her but grin in that oh-god-if-I-open-my-mouth-I’m-going-to-puke way. The head nurse, however, took control and immediately left to get a doctor. Satisfied his demands were met, and seeing that the other Moreau twin was heading out, the florist also took his leave. He did not tell Richard that he would be back soon. There was no need. Where else would Krishna be, if not at his friend’s side?

The world on the other side of the sliding glass doors was muggier and warmer than the cold, sterile hospital room. The scent of rain and spring flowers mingling together was soothing to Krishna’s damaged ego, but his companion seemed to take little comfort in it. There was precious little comfort to be had, this day, for either of them. The salt from his earlier tears left his face feeling stiff and taut when he stared off into the sunset, and he made a mental note to wash in the restroom before returning to Richard. No matter how dire the circumstances, how bruised his emotions, his appearance could not falter. His pride and vanity would not allow it.

When they reached the parking lot, the Indian listened to Daran demand once more to be told the truth. His reasoning was sound, his request just… but it could not be honored. In a rare moment of open kindness, he reached over to lay a calloused hand on Daran’s shoulder. He hoped to convey his sincerity as he announced bluntly, “I would tell you, if I could - but there is nothing you can do. You must trust me to act for you.”

His arms folded resolutely over his chest to make it clear that he would not budge. A tightening of his jaw was the best indication of his own discomfort with the situation. By all rights, vengeance belonged to the blue-haired man. Retaliation against Zinkenite was… impossible. Impossible because the florist was no traitor, and impossible even if he had been, given the other man’s control over Chaos. Retaliation against the Dark Mirror Senshi, however, was well within his grasp. Would a few starseeds on Daran’s doorstep let him see that vengeance had been achieved? Or would they only matter if he could rip them out himself, with his own hands? Krishna would have eagerly welcomed him, were the choice his and not Richard’s to make. ’Tonight, we decide. This limbo is unfair to us all.’
PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:35 pm


Daran was beside himself with fury at Krishna’s words, and whereas others may have tried to hide their anger or restrained himself, he was no such man. He tried to act polite and professional when it was a business setting, but this? This was family, This was personal. And Krishna may not have came out and said it, but he was confessing that he knew everything about it. Which left the burning question of what he may or may not have had to do with it unanswered, and tonight, Daran was determined to get an answer out of him, even if he had to beat it out of him.

“That’s the thing, Krishna-- I don’t trust you! And I sure as hell can’t understand why Richard does!” Daran snapped, not welcoming the touch and silently grateful that Krishna retracted it as it spared him from having to slap the gesture away. “Maybe I once did. From one hard workin’ man to another, I respect you, even more so for putting up with Richard. But right now, I don’t just think you’re hidin’ something from me. You’re definitely hiding something from me, and now I’m startin’ to think you’re involved!”

He saw Krishna’s stance and understood it well, and that only drove his rage deeper, his hands curling into fists and wishing for a moment he had brought the briefcase. Giving this man a good smack upside the head might have made him more reasonable to work with. Had he been Richard, he would have simply used his words and charm to get what he wanted out of this man, but he wasn’t Richard. He could never be Richard. He was Daran, and Daran was pissed! It wasn’t too long before that curled fist found a use, and he went straight for the chin, hoping to send the florist falling backwards. He didn’t think that security was still watching him or that someone might have called the police- jail time was nothing new to him and not as terrifying as an experience as he suspected his brother had been through. He’d take it, if it meant to get the truth out of him! If the truth could help him to help his brother, then he’d welcome any legal punishment that came with it.

“I won’t just do nothin’! That’s my brother, in there again and again because there’s something ********’ wrong with this city! Lucca’s dead but there’s no body to confirm this, his store’s been destroyed and -I’m- the one cleaning up that mess! I buried my own mother, because there’s something in this city that you’re not tellin’ me about, and you tell me not to act when my brother’s in intensive care?!” Daran moved towards him, as if to attack again, but his fists remained at his side, still balled up tight and shaking from his rage. He stopped just short of Krishna, and he let out a spat, wondering what he would have to do to get him to talk. “Answer me this, Krishna… did you do this to him?! Answer me that! If you won’t give me anythin’ else, then give me that!”

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PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:36 pm


The distrust was understandable, on some level, given Daran’s necessary ignorance. The fact that the bluenette followed the statement up with praise for Krishna’s hard work and a confession that he respected him was enough to soothe the florist’s ego. He kept his expression passive against the accusations because… they were absolutely correct. Krishna was hiding many things, and he was certainly involved. He was content to let Richard’s brother rage at him--until the punch was thrown.

Krishna’s arms had been folded against his chest, so he had no means of defense whenever the swing unexpectedly came for his chin. It connected solidly, knocking his jaw in such a way that his teeth scraped against the inside of his lip. The taste of blood, warm, familiar, infuriating, prompted immediate retaliation. He swung a punch of his own into Daran’s stomach and then took the opportunity it provided to slide behind the other man. One arm went under his armpits to pull him up straight, the other around Daran’s throat.

From this position, the florist squeezed the hold against Daran’s throat enough to show that, had he wished, he could harm as easily as he could hold back. It would not be the first time that he had left a bruise around the throat of one named Moreau… and the memory of that mark against Buddingtonite’s pale throat was what made him loosen his grip enough for the blue-haired brother to speak, should he wish. All the same, fury pulsed through him, as toxic as any amount of Chaos. The other would dare to suggest that Krishna, who had saved RIchard from Bischofite, who had called the police at risk to himself on the night Lucca had transformed into a youma, who had sworn to defend him, would ever harm him?! Daran knew none of the details of these situations, but the two had seen each other enough for him to know that the rainbow-haired florist was a friend and not an enemy.

The situation was all the worse because Krishna did accept responsibility for his partner’s state. His hand might not have held the brand or sliced open Richard’s side… but in allowing his friend to go alone, he had exposed the candymaker to this danger. He knew it, he felt it, he had spilled tears over it… but that did not mean anyone else was allowed to criticize him or his perfection. Not without retaliation.

A cascade of words dripped from his lips like liquid nitrogen to land into the tax analyst’s ear, the amount of them as off putting as the tone, “Me? Your hysterical tantrum has blinded you, Daran. Have I ever raised a hand to you - or to him - that was not in support? We live in a world of monsters; Richard and I know it well. Friends are necessary, as are secrets, for protection. Your nonsense shows that your brother was right about your readiness. You are lucky that I still feel obligated to speak on your behalf.”

The florist released Daran from his hold and shoved him towards the nearest car. Without another word he stormed across the asphalt, past the sliding doors and straight into the bathroom. Now he had tears and blood to scrub from his face before he could return to Richard’s side. There could be no doubt now. One way or another, a decision would be made tonight regarding the twin’s future.
PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:37 pm


In retrospect, Daran knew that picking a fight with Krishna, or anyone while he was in this state, was a mistake. He was simply too heated and it was hard to think straight or think of what the long term consequences might have been from losing his temper. If Krishna was involved or responsible for his brother’s condition, then openly attacking him without a plan was foolish… but the Moreau were a passionate group and where Richard would have drowned his enemies in flowery speech, Daran was quick to act with his body, for better or for worse. He had thrown down the gauntlet, and he felt he was prepared for anything at this point. Yet, hindsight was a b***h, as not only did Krishna jump back to his feet far quicker than he thought possible but had retaliated in kind, as the blow to his stomach would have been enough to end the fight right there. As toned as Daran was, a blow to the midsection was always a game changer, but his opponent was one step ahead, shifting behind him and trapping him in what he could only guess was some kind of sleeper hold.

He let out a breathless gag but nothing else, thankful that Krishna was behind him to not see the look of surprise that would have most likely decorated his face right now. It wasn’t just a regular sleeper hold either, but a professional one, one meant to render its victim useless, and even when Krishna eased up on his throat, Daran found any attempt to break out of the hold useless. If anything, this only confirmed that there was much more about this man that he didn’t know, and that at the moment, he had no way of demanding that information out of him in his current state.

It wasn’t this truth and his realization of it that caused Daran’s struggles to cease, but the harsh words in his ear and the resolve behind them. The minute Krishna started speaking, any notion to move was taken from Daran’s mind, and despite how uncomfortable the maneuver was for him, to have a shorter man grappling him in such a manner, he stood perfectly still. As if moving would break the effects of those words… he tried to overcome his anger to take those words in, but it was difficult to comprehend. Monsters? What in the hell was he talking about? His readiness? Then that confirmed that they were hiding something, not that he needed it.

However, what Daran knew for absolute certain was that Krishna… wasn’t the one that would hurt Richard. Not like this. For a man to react like this at the mere insinuation, Daran took some small comfort in knowing that Krishna wasn’t the one that attacked his brother this evening. Or maybe any evening. It didn’t change the fact that he knew and would refrain from telling him, but for Daran, it was enough. Richard was in the safest possible hands… and he was a fool to not realize this sooner.

Not that it helped Daran’s damaged ego nor his ongoing rage, but it made the sudden release and push easier to cope with. Daran wasn’t a small or slender guy and though twins, he had outweighed and outmuscled his brother by a good thirty pounds, so the fact that he couldn’t stop himself from slamming into the vehicle told him much about his brother’s friend and how he was not to be trifled with. There was no damage to the vehicle nor Daran, but it was still enough to stun him in place, giving Krishna the time he needed to make his retreat into the hospital. Despite knowing how useless a fight would be against him, Daran wanted to follow him, but he grabbed the car’s bumper to stop himself from chasing after him. He knew he was too angry and he knew that security would have kicked him out the moment he tried something… and that wouldn’t have helped Richard.

He couldn’t help Richard. That hurt more than the punch to his gut or the assault to his ego. He couldn’t help his brother. All he could do was trust that Krishna could… and hope that one of them would simply tell him some day. It was infuriating, but he knew there was nothing he could do… not without causing more harm.

“I expect answers, Krishna!” He shouted back, turning around and watching him retreat back into the hospital. He didn’t move from his spot until the doors had closed behind him, and even then, all Daran did was raise his voice, hoping that not only would Krishna hear him, but Richard would as well. “Whatever the ******** happenin’, I’m gonna find out and put an end to it! No one’s gonna ******** with my family anymore! NOBODY!”

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PostPosted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 10:37 pm


Krishna ran the tap until it was steaming from the faucet. A paper towel would be rough against his skin, but he would make up for the mistreatment later with additional moisturizer. He had to get the salt, the blood off of his skin. The pink hospital soap had only a gentle fragrance, so at least washing his face with it would not cause him to reek of coconut or some other fruity smell.

Face cleaned, he made his way directly to Richard’s hospital room. He felt… better, knowing that his face was once again appropriate of his high standards. He was ready to begin having his conversation with his friend… but when he walked in, the candy striper was half-sitting on the bed, a cell phone out to try and snap a photo of the two of them. With a growl, he snapped, “Get out.”

“H-h-hey, he was the one who said--”

“Get. Out.” Normally a patient man, Krishna was in no mood to continue this conversation any longer. He did not physically assault the girl; his glare was enough for her to cease smoothing her pink-and-white striped skirt and instead scurry out of the room. As soon as she left, the florist closed and locked the door to the room. No more interruptions. “Richard. We must discuss Daran.”
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