For Whom the Bell Tolls (Open RP)

[ilikethemdead]

The halls were quiet when he made his way out of his room, his hair damp and hanging limp down his back, along his shoulders. His footsteps echoed along the halls, turned to quiet taps as he made his way into the closest courtyard and stood in the sun for a moment, tilting his head up to the sun. The light was warm on his face and chest, the breeze

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[serrulata]

"Oh, ick," Kurama said, his voice rather cold with disgust. He'd sensed Karasu's presence immediately, and like a moth... well. Inevitability reared its ugly head. "Haven't you the decency to know when you're not wanted?"

[ilikethemdead]

For Kurama, he turned his face away from the sun. sensing his energy once again was...Mmm, he adored it. "Kurama," he greeted. Blank though his tone may have been, he was elated to see him.

His eyes lowered, going straight to his hair. "Been keeping well?" he asked. he meant many things.

[serrulata]

"As well as I please," he answered with a sigh. Really, would he never get away from maniacs like Karasu and Apos? At least Apos was mildly entertaining.

[ilikethemdead]

"You don't have to be evasive with me, Kurama. I already know you inside and out." Kurama had killed him, after all.

Pulling his hands from his pockets Karasu advanced on Kurama.

[serrulata]

"I'm sure you'd love to think so," he said, holding his ground. He'd made sure to bring wards with him, palming them expertly until they were needed. He no longer felt any fear, but he wasn't completely reckless, either.

"Don't you have any hobbies that aren't being a pain in the ass?"

[ilikethemdead]

That Kurama seemed to have overcome his fear was a little disappointing. "Killing, Kurama." He said his murderer's name like a prayer. "You know this."

He raised a hand and flexed his fingers a little, sure that Kurama could not merely be standing there and waiting for him to attack when he knew of his abilities. Energy pooled in his palm, turned into a bomb, though invisible to the naked eye.

[serrulata]

"So, no, you don't. I'd really like to go a little longer not having to play your warden, but," he raised one arm, palm out, the ward's magic crackling around his hand. "It really is just impossible to hate you more."

[ilikethemdead]

He detested being trapped, kept against his will. He'd had enough of it with Toguro, he did not want it with his Kurama. Didn't want to taint him with such bad memories. "Your hate only makes you all the more special."

Unsurprisingly the wards didn't explode when he tested them, but that was easily solved. He set little explosions at each of the joints in Kurama's hand instead, watching calmly.

[serrulata]

Kurama yanked his arm back with a hiss, forgetting to worry about the other bombs he knew were there. His arm grazed one,which blew and created a domino effect with a handful of others scorching the wall, his arm, and pissing him off on an epic scale. He stilled, sucking on his bleeding fingers, and toed the ward so it lay face-up on the floor, still active at least.

"It's special because I'm still alive to hate you," he growled. He was already hurting from Apos (a fit of stubbornness had kept him from going to Kusuriyuri nd patching the wound up himself, with mixed results) this was not improving his mood.

[ilikethemdead]

Seeing Kurama's blood once again was wonderful. His eyes widened a little, breathing stuttering in his chest. Continuing his approach, he walked through the field of bombs without consequence, coming to a stop before him. "Was that meant to be an attack on the fact that you defeated me?" he asked, tilting his head as he curled a long finger through a lock of Kurama's hair, rubbing the stands together between his fingers.

"It only proves my point, Kurama. You killed me, and I only love you more for it. No one else will ever share what we do, despite how many others you may have killed."

[serrulata]

He glared at Karasu, wanting to swat the offending hand away, unable to know if it was safe. "How sad, that you'd put all your energy towards obsessing over a completely unrequited love. You're a boring tragedy, Karasu."

[ilikethemdead]

"My love is only ever a one-way street," he admitted, not minding in the slightest. With his other hand he coaxed his mask to release its hold on him, and it fell away easily, dropping to the grass at their feet.

Unable to resist after being unable to be this close to Kurama for so long, he slid his hands into Kurama's hair and yanked him closer, burying his face in Kurama's neck and breathing in. He could smell that medicine peddler, most of all, and roses, and that other scent annoyed him.

His touch tingled and the tongue that slid over his jaw seemed hotter than normal, almost acidic.

[serrulata]

Being this close to Karasu, even knowing the consequences of moving around recklessly didn't stop Kurama this time. He grabbed Karasu, ignoring the sting as another bomb went off near his hip, digging his claws through jacket and flesh to throw Karasu down on top of the dropped ward.

"Never," he growled, pinning Karasu down. "Never will you get what you really want out of me." Tongue or hands, he wondered, an idle pool of calm thought in his mind. A blade had grown into his hands without him remembering of thinking about it. Which do I cut off first.

[ilikethemdead]

His eyes rolled back in his head as he convulsed a little, the ward burning a painful path up from the point of contact at his spine throughout his whole body. His body arching under Kurama in pain, his mouth opening in a wordless scream.

Slowly the ends of his sable hair, splayed out across the grass, turned blond and crept upwards, the lighter colour spreading.

And yet, even through the pain, he began to laugh. He reached up to fist his hands in what hair of Kurama's he could reach. Karasu pulled him down, using the pained spasms of his muscles to help him buck up into Kurama, then to throw him off, destabilise him.

[serrulata]

Kurama was too far gone at this point to care about the obscene way Karasu moved underneath him, wrenching himself out of Karasu's grip, trying to keep his balance and find something to stab at the same time. It was instinct now; insane, hate-filled instinct that wanted nothing more than to tear Karasu into many small pieces.

[ilikethemdead]

The pain of the ward made it hard to think, hard to breathe and it sucked at his youki like a funnel, draining it from him mouthful by mouthful. He tried to keep control of Kurama's more dominant hand, the one with the weapon in it, and knock him off at the same time, but it was difficult.

The knife got him several times, and his blood swelled at soaked into the darkness of his jacket, the material of Kurama's clothing. Roaring, eyes flying wide, Karasu's hair turned completely blond and there was a sensation not unlike the air vanishing from within a vacuum and Karasu made the immediate area around him explode. The lawn, where his hands clutched at Kurama, pushed him off and away in hopes to keep his face from being ruined.