Characters: Batou, Erol [Closed]
Location: Batou's cabin
Date: Present
Rating: [PG-13, because Erol's got a dirty mouth]
Won't You Be My Neighbor?The metal cage was strong, sturdy and reasonably spacious. It wasn't as if Batou needed a lot of room to stretch his legs, so he was fine with the idea of letting Erol's confinement take up a full third
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Then, just at the edges, a smidgen of - not light, but sensation. Fabric beneath him. Air moving through his lungs.
Awareness. The last thing he remembered was fighting, and it was oh so tempting to sit straight up and keep at it. But he knew better - evaluate your surroundings first.
Listening. The turn of a page; otherwise, nothing. Not alone.
Feeling. Seemed to be on a bed; he felt the sag of the mattress beneath his weight, covers smooth.
He cracked his eyelids. Sight. Yes, on a bed; and a room like any other. What the HELL was going on?
Now he sat up, fingers searching for his weapons. All gone, naturally. Wide, alert eyes scanned his surroundings for a better survey; bars walling him off from the rest of the room, and on the other side - Batou.
Erol got to his feet, paced towards the bars to glare at his captor.
"I suppose there's an incomparably good explanation for this."
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"The Captain hasn't bothered to restrain you, so I thought I'd do it on his behalf. Are you hungry?"
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Really, he didn't have a chance of getting out. But that wouldn't stop him from trying.
"Any specific reason?" To be sure, everyone knew he was dangerous. Erol had gone to lengths to make this well-known. But why now, why Batou, why this in particular? He hadn't done anything recently to warrant such a move. Batou couldn't be upset about the scuffle with the rat.
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"Personally, I'd rather just let you hang yourself on your own rope, but I'm not just looking out for myself here," he continued, watching Erol from one blank eye. "I'm not sure you'd understand."
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Batou finally lifted his head away from the book and tilted his head, fixing Erol with the same blank gaze. He smiled.
"So what was this mysterious deal you had with the priest? It had the redhead in a frothing panic."
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After all, Erol wouldn't be ashamed of it, and there was certainly no chance in hell Batou would up and let him go if he promised not to hurt them. If he was interested in it, he'd out and say it. Though he wouldn't have minded another go-round with River, there were plenty of other interesting things to do around the Hellboat. No reason for him to go prowling after her when there were other thrills to be had at far less expense.
Speculatively he eyed one of the bars, braced his stance and gave it a good shove. "What redhead."
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On one hand, Batou should have been more closed-mouthed, but on the other he was interested in Erol. Erol wasn't your run of the mill psychopath, and he intrigued the cyborg. Batou drummed his fingers on his knee, watching Erol.
"Tell me about yourself," he said after a while.
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Tell me about yourself? Seriously? What the hell kind of question was that.
Eh well, what the hell could it hurt. It'd pass the bloody time and was probably about as useful as trying to shove his way out. Erol didn't realistically suppose he had a chance in hell but he couldn't sit and do nothing.
"Hnnf. What do you - hmph - want to know?" he returned, putting more of his strength into budging his chosen bar.
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Batou watched Erol as he pushed at the bar. It wouldn't move, of course, Batou had tested each piece of steel himself, and unless Erol was suddenly capable of lifting a car over his head, there was no way the elf could force his way out. Neither could Erol squeeze his way out, as all the gaps between the bars were smaller than the circumference of the other man's head.
Oh yes, Batou was a cautious, careful man.
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For a cyborg like Batou who was passionless, it was captivating.
"What kind of media did you like to consume? What was your favourite food? Who was your favourite lover?"
More, more, tell him everything.
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"Coffee, I see. Surely you had one lover who was kind to you, who you were kind to?"
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And not being able to here was driving him slowly and steadily mad... comparatively speaking. He satiated the drive with violence for now, but - he'd been here over a month. He was used to practicing every day. Erol was starting to worry that he would slip out of practice.
"Kind?" Erol gave Batou a flat look. "What's the point?
"Although." He ran his finger along the bars as he paced. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. "Flin did take a shine to me, back on the streets. Taught me a good many things. He was my first.
"I killed him."
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Batou shifted, hung his hand off his knee and tilted his head again at Erol. "He said that he was a whore."
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