204th Oro//Accidental Voice
[A small scuffle is heard--rustling fabric, the clinking of a sheathed sword, a choked off gasp--and a slight crack. The rustling continues, including some choked off sounds before a quiet, venomous voice comes out.]
Who are you. How did I get here. And where are my swords.
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Who are you. How did I get here. And where are my swords.
[ooc; aaaaaaaaaaand we have 'when we were dumb'. Kenshin is in the ( Read more... )
-=okayokayokay, so he's memory fucked again, but damn he liked him better as a kid, and that's saying something=-
-=stupid fuck if he wanted him to talk he shouldn't be choking him=-
Yu-ki. -=managed to choke that out, hoping it was still a name he recognized, because he doubted he'd know him as Kenji=-
-=growls a bit=- Let. Me. Go.
...
Shinta.
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[Unfortunately the first name didn't spark anything specific--childhood trauma could do funny things to the mind, after all--but the second...]
[His grip at the boy's throat faltered for a fraction of a second before tightening again--actually a little more this time.]
[The force of his ki was unrelenting, and angry golden eyes glared down on the other.]
... How do you know that name?
[And about this time... his eyes begin adjusting to the dark... and he's able to better make out the boy's face...]
...
Nandayo?!
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-=his own ki? so not that hardcore=-
-=keeps a firm grip on his sword with one hand, his other trying to pry that hand away from his throat=-
How.. do you.. think, baka!
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[But that face... that face... It was almost like looking in a mirror for the similarities... How could this...]
[A bit of confusion enters eyes eyes and his ki, but neither relent.]
[Family... could this boy actually be some sort of relation to him? Where had they found him? Was this Katsura's doing? A decoy of some kind? But why wouldn't anything have been said to him before now?]
[Or was this some sort of a trap?]
[He'd played this game before. They had used his own wife against him. Finding a face that would break his conviction wouldn't be below them. It would be expected...]
[His grip on both the sword and the boy's throat didn't falter.]
Who are you with?
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-=who? what? huh? the cursed asshole could mean anything right now!=-
-=swallows hard around that hand=-
I'm no.. -=growls out o frustration and exhaustion and struggles hard this time=-
Let... me go!
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Let go of the sword, and I'll let you up.
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I am not an idiot.
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Keh--
[For better or for worse his grip leaves the boy's neck and shoots to the sword, grasping toward the bottom of the sheath and attempting to twist it up and break the awkward hold the boy had on it.]
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-=crazy cursed father with a weapon? Not a good idea=-
-=aims a hopefully immobilizing kick to the groin and grabs at the sword with his other hand, trying to twist it back=-
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[Oh yeah... that hurt...]
[But being on the receiving end of a blade would hurt too and he kind of had this slight policy against just letting himself die without a fight--so even if he was... kinda going down briefly from that kick, he was at least doing some damage on the way.]
[He dropped his weight on the boy below him, elbow and forearm aimed for his windpipe, still keeping one stubborn hand on the sword...]
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-=he could still read and avoid attack, but since he couldn't exactly avoid given his position he did the first thing that came to mind=-
-=which was to tilt his head and attempt to sink his teeth into the closest bit of that arm he could find=-
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[What the hell was it with kids and biting him anyway!?!?!]
[Any doubt that he was related to this kid was quickly disappearing--or at least it would have been if he wasn't getting royally pissed off. He was not letting the kid up with the sword, he just wasn't going to do it.]
[And so his hand managed to get back onto the sword--the hilt this time (pulling Kenji's head right along with his arm if the stubborn bastard didn't release his jaw)--and proceded to headbutt the son-of-a-bitch as hard as he could.]
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-=head cracks agaisnt the floor hard enough to disorient him for a moment and he faltered, but instinct and stubbornness kept him from completely letting go=-
-=mmmm disorientation @.@=-
D-dammit, dad! Quit it!
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[Tries to take advantage of that falter, pulling hard on the sword.]
[Snarled] What the hell are you talking about?
[Just let go of the goddamn sword you little shit--]
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-=dont. let. go=-
Just.. Shut the fuck up and let go!
-=growls and finally shoves back with all the strength he had aiming to flip the other over=-
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Son of a--
[But uses the boy's momentum to try to just flip them again, barely noticing as his shoulder bumped against something long and narrow... and kinda sword shaped...]
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