[Week 17, Day 5] [Accidental Video] The secret is out
[The feed doesn't start right away. Byakuran is in Reborn's bedroom, knelt down in front of his wardrobe pulling and tugging at clothes, shoes - anything he can get his hands on. He's looking for something, anything really, that he can use against Reborn at some point. He's already tore up the kitchen, living room and really just about the entire house.
He's lucky really, that Reborn is out and most definitely not here to see Byakuran destroying his room in his bid to find something that may not actually exist. Still, Byakuran is optimistic that Reborn has some sordid secret lurking in here somewhere.
His Hitomi sits beside him, untouched, as he rummages, humming quietly and cheerfully to himself. He's having fun, in any case. Half heartedly he pulls out a shoe, drops it - and this is where the feed begins.
You'll see him pull out a pair of trousers next, then toss them behind him as he grins and laughs quietly to himself. He looks like a child, really, as he goes about his business, blissfully unaware of anyone watching him.
Then he freezes, and slowly leans back, glancing somewhere out of the Hitomi's visual range - at Reborn's bedroom door.]
..Ah. Is he home~? Fufufu, I wonder if he'll notice the mess~..
[Somehow, Reborn can't find it in him to be surprised when he walks in the house and hears rummaging around in his bedroom. He walks into the room casually, hands in his pockets and an annoyed look on his face. He doesn't even notice the Hitomi that's out of his line of site.]
How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my bedroom?
[Byakuran glances at the mess briefly, then shrugs and begins pushing himself to his feet. It's not as though he particularly cares about the state of Reborn's room, or about his personal space.]
More than you already have, I guess~. I was bored, you know~.
[He smiles and steps over a particularly large pile of Reborn's possessions, a nonchalant look on his face. His foot scuffs the Hitomi just the slightest, though it still goes un-noticed by him.]
You're home early, aren't you~?
[Reborn's still off screen, but his voice seems more bored than annoyed for the moment. Apparently this really isn't a surprise to him, almost a common occurrence even.]
Find anything interesting this time?
[There's a sound of rustling cloth, a jacket being tossed into the pile carelessly. His room's already a mess, no need to bother being as careful as he usually is.]
I hope you realize you're cleaning this mess up yourself.
[Byakuran visibly sulks at the thought of having to clean this mess up - he glances around again, a small ounce of regret settling in him. Then it's gone and he sighs, giving Reborn a look.]
I don't think so, this is your room~.
[He steps forwards again, his leg taking up most of the Hitomi's visual range for a moment.]
Ah, and no I didn't. I didn't get a chance to go through your underwear drawer this time though~.
Tragic.
[His voice has a bit of a mocking edge to it, with a bit of exasperation there. Almost sounding as if this is routine for him.]
And too bad. You either clean up or I'm cutting off your sweet rations.
[Byakuran steps back and then his face is clear, for the moment. He looks visibly distraught at this threat, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.]
Reborn~! That's not fair at all! It's not like I drank your coffee- besides, it's not that messy-
[He pauses.]
Well, it's not as bad as last time at least~.
[There's a sense now, that this is definitely routine for them. It's becoming an old argument, by now.]
You have before and the time you did it was the last of it. It still stands, you're cleaning this up whether you like it or not.
[He has a particular edge to his voice now, the smile heard in it but not a smile that one would want to see on Reborn.]
I'd like to see you make me, Reborn~.
[Byakuran moves now, his foot scuffing the Hitomi again as he moves to leave.]
Have fun cleaning~!
[A small amused noise from Reborn, not quite a laugh. It happens all at once, an in an instant Reborn's finally visible on the video screen. Only thing being he has Byakuran slammed up against the wall and is using his height to his advantage at such close proximity to smirk down at him. And of course, gun cocked and pressed casually under Byakuran's chin.]
Your mess, you clean it up. I have to clean up after you enough when you go on those sugar highs.
[He's actually dressed casually; shoes off, his tie loosened and his suit jacket the one that's lying on the floor. This obviously is his room and his home. He hasn't noticed the Hitomi recording them, at least not yet.]
[Byakuran audited grunts in surprise - and then he narrows his eyes, lips pulling up into a dangerous, vicious smirk. He's half a second away from raising his knee to aim at Reborn's crotch, but that gun is too close for comfort.]
Get that out of my face, Reborn.
[There's a vague hint of his sing song voice, but it's over laced with venom now as he glares.]
[Reborn's smirk just grows, amusement more than clear.]
Why? You know I can't pull the trigger unless you give me a good reason. So, want to save us both the trouble and finally give me a good one?
You'd love that wouldn't you~? To blow my brains out all over this wall~! It'd be just another mess for you to clean up, though~.
[Byakuran sneers and raises his knee- and that's when he glances down, just by Reborn and his eyes widen, just a fraction. His mouth splits slowly, and he starts laughing - the Hitomi, is on.]
[Reborn smirks, pressing the gun harder against Byakuran's skin-but he pauses, a brow raising at the random burst of laughter. He follows the other's gaze and finally sees the Hitomi. For a brief moment, there's actually shock registered on the the hitman's face. It's only there for a second though before the feed finally cuts out.]
He's lucky really, that Reborn is out and most definitely not here to see Byakuran destroying his room in his bid to find something that may not actually exist. Still, Byakuran is optimistic that Reborn has some sordid secret lurking in here somewhere.
His Hitomi sits beside him, untouched, as he rummages, humming quietly and cheerfully to himself. He's having fun, in any case. Half heartedly he pulls out a shoe, drops it - and this is where the feed begins.
You'll see him pull out a pair of trousers next, then toss them behind him as he grins and laughs quietly to himself. He looks like a child, really, as he goes about his business, blissfully unaware of anyone watching him.
Then he freezes, and slowly leans back, glancing somewhere out of the Hitomi's visual range - at Reborn's bedroom door.]
..Ah. Is he home~? Fufufu, I wonder if he'll notice the mess~..
[Somehow, Reborn can't find it in him to be surprised when he walks in the house and hears rummaging around in his bedroom. He walks into the room casually, hands in his pockets and an annoyed look on his face. He doesn't even notice the Hitomi that's out of his line of site.]
How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my bedroom?
[Byakuran glances at the mess briefly, then shrugs and begins pushing himself to his feet. It's not as though he particularly cares about the state of Reborn's room, or about his personal space.]
More than you already have, I guess~. I was bored, you know~.
[He smiles and steps over a particularly large pile of Reborn's possessions, a nonchalant look on his face. His foot scuffs the Hitomi just the slightest, though it still goes un-noticed by him.]
You're home early, aren't you~?
[Reborn's still off screen, but his voice seems more bored than annoyed for the moment. Apparently this really isn't a surprise to him, almost a common occurrence even.]
Find anything interesting this time?
[There's a sound of rustling cloth, a jacket being tossed into the pile carelessly. His room's already a mess, no need to bother being as careful as he usually is.]
I hope you realize you're cleaning this mess up yourself.
[Byakuran visibly sulks at the thought of having to clean this mess up - he glances around again, a small ounce of regret settling in him. Then it's gone and he sighs, giving Reborn a look.]
I don't think so, this is your room~.
[He steps forwards again, his leg taking up most of the Hitomi's visual range for a moment.]
Ah, and no I didn't. I didn't get a chance to go through your underwear drawer this time though~.
Tragic.
[His voice has a bit of a mocking edge to it, with a bit of exasperation there. Almost sounding as if this is routine for him.]
And too bad. You either clean up or I'm cutting off your sweet rations.
[Byakuran steps back and then his face is clear, for the moment. He looks visibly distraught at this threat, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.]
Reborn~! That's not fair at all! It's not like I drank your coffee- besides, it's not that messy-
[He pauses.]
Well, it's not as bad as last time at least~.
[There's a sense now, that this is definitely routine for them. It's becoming an old argument, by now.]
You have before and the time you did it was the last of it. It still stands, you're cleaning this up whether you like it or not.
[He has a particular edge to his voice now, the smile heard in it but not a smile that one would want to see on Reborn.]
I'd like to see you make me, Reborn~.
[Byakuran moves now, his foot scuffing the Hitomi again as he moves to leave.]
Have fun cleaning~!
[A small amused noise from Reborn, not quite a laugh. It happens all at once, an in an instant Reborn's finally visible on the video screen. Only thing being he has Byakuran slammed up against the wall and is using his height to his advantage at such close proximity to smirk down at him. And of course, gun cocked and pressed casually under Byakuran's chin.]
Your mess, you clean it up. I have to clean up after you enough when you go on those sugar highs.
[He's actually dressed casually; shoes off, his tie loosened and his suit jacket the one that's lying on the floor. This obviously is his room and his home. He hasn't noticed the Hitomi recording them, at least not yet.]
[Byakuran audited grunts in surprise - and then he narrows his eyes, lips pulling up into a dangerous, vicious smirk. He's half a second away from raising his knee to aim at Reborn's crotch, but that gun is too close for comfort.]
Get that out of my face, Reborn.
[There's a vague hint of his sing song voice, but it's over laced with venom now as he glares.]
[Reborn's smirk just grows, amusement more than clear.]
Why? You know I can't pull the trigger unless you give me a good reason. So, want to save us both the trouble and finally give me a good one?
You'd love that wouldn't you~? To blow my brains out all over this wall~! It'd be just another mess for you to clean up, though~.
[Byakuran sneers and raises his knee- and that's when he glances down, just by Reborn and his eyes widen, just a fraction. His mouth splits slowly, and he starts laughing - the Hitomi, is on.]
[Reborn smirks, pressing the gun harder against Byakuran's skin-but he pauses, a brow raising at the random burst of laughter. He follows the other's gaze and finally sees the Hitomi. For a brief moment, there's actually shock registered on the the hitman's face. It's only there for a second though before the feed finally cuts out.]