Log: Shirosaki, Kon Incomplete

[kon_ditional]

Title: Loneliness makes Company
Characters: Kon, Shirosaki
Locale: A karaoke bar The tower
Timeframe:Twilight...spooky
What: The Evil Twin and the Clone decide to meet for tea and crumpets.
Rating/Warning:Medium high? Depends on the mood

It was surprisingly easy for Kon to sneak

Comments

What the fuck, I fail at this ;___; I did it again!

[thewhiteking]

Ten seconds was not even nearly enough time to escape for Kon. Ten seconds was quite enough time to do all kinds of horrible things - at least in the cell’s owner’s mind.
The nameless one did calm down slightly, however, when he noticed that it was not the real horse. It was the fake one.
…which really didn’t make it much better, but still.
Hearing Kon’s half-panicked words, he just smirked and snapped his yellow gaze into the mirror-like image’s eyes, baring his teeth in a low snarl.

"Leave? Leave? Tsk, tsk, fake horse. If you even dare to think of leaving now, I will gut you with my teeth as soon as you turn. I would sit down and keep me company if I was you.
That is why you came, was it not?"

He said coldly, putting strong emphasis on the fact that this was all Kon’s idea. It wasn’t as if he could escape and play with people, right? Such a silly, lonely fake horse, trapped in the spider net now.
The pale boy was not about to let his prey escape that easily. Not when it resembled to horse so much. Too much, too much that he had screamed in horror from it, the mere thought of having two mirror images that owed him their life a bit too much for the teenager who had lost his mind just finding out he had one.

Problems were made to be eliminated quickly and easily. Preferably by ripping people apart and setting everything on fire.

But for now, let’s play.

*pat pat*

[kon_ditional]

There was a snake-like quality to the white one's eyes, making it hard for the orange haired teen to look away. Kon had never seen someone who looked so much like him. Yet the personality behind the face distorted the familiar-looking features into a completely different mask. 'Well now I know what I'd look like if I was batshit crazy.' It wasn't a comforting thought.

"Good thing I'm not thinking about turning around then," Kon let out a shaky laugh that matched his shaky legs. But the psycho was slightly right (he didn't really get the fake horse reference, maybe he should read more?), Kon had come for some 'company' no matter how questionable it was. He wondered what that said about his own sanity.

With a quiet sigh, the teen eased back against the door, sliding down it to sit on the floor, legs stretched out in front of him. Noticing the other's arm in a sling helped bolster some of Kon's confidence. Well, it stopped him from reaching full outright panic. There was something about wounded beasts and predators smelling fear that Kon was trying to remember, but it was easily drowned out by the thought 'My, what big teeth you have!' And Kon didn't liked how that conversation turned out.

He met the white one's eyes briefly, it may be a shitty situation but Kon never liked leaving something half done, "Okay okay I admit, this was my crazy idea," Kon wagged his finger at the tower's occupant, "So no complaining if the company isn't to your liking, Mr. Wolf!"

"I've come here to have a conversation, so....What's your favorite food?" Kon felt ridiculous, but if he was going to die, he might as well die doing something he was good at: annoying the crap outta people.

*purr*

[thewhiteking]

It wasn’t easy for the nameless one to keep calm. This boy looked far too much like the very core reason of his hatred and that poisoned his mind. One part of him wanted to play, learn more, drag more information out of this fake horse.
The other part just wanted to rip him open and pull out his insides instead.

He licked his lips, staring at Kon as if he was dessert more then a living person. It wasn’t certain if he even heard what they other boy was saying, lost in his own insanity.
The resemblance between him and the horse was grating on his nerves, feeding him the poison that was his own rage. He hated, hated, hated him now.

“Food?”

He spat out; face splitting into a maddened smirk. The he laughed. And laughed.
Finally biting his own lip slightly, his shrill laughter died out and he stared at Kon, yellow eyes cold as steel, piercing into the false horse. Enjoying, thriving off his fear. How amusing the false horse was...

Truth, the white king was lonely up in his tower… and he had enough intelligence to know that it he killed this boy, they would never, ever let him out. There would be more drugs, more shock therapy, more straitjackets. More pain…
But the impulse was hard to fight, with that face looking at him. His face.

“Steak. You?”

He finally replied, the answer sounding oddly sane coming from a person who just a moment ago had laughed like crazy.

*giggles* Steak indeed!

[kon_ditional]

Kon's whole body jerked at the sound of the white one's laughter ringing throughout the tower cell. It wasn't the funny ha-ha laughter, or sarcastic hurtful laughter either, and the teen had heard plenty of both. It was...it was frightening and horrible and completely mad. It fit
him well.

As scared out of his mind as he was, Kon couldn't avert his wide eyes from the hard gold stare, picking him apart piece by piece. The teen knew he was at the mercy of this psycho, but that didn't bother him as much as it should have. It wasn't that different from the way the rest of the world treat him, except he might be ripped to shreds. That would be new.

The boy wondered what the other was thinking to put such a dark look on his face. Maybe he should have asked something different? Maybe how's the weather up here, or his opinion on which was a more effective way to kill someone: strangling or stabbing? Yeah right.

If he really wanted to piss him off he'd--

Kon pinched himself. Again just to make sure. Yes, the crazy fella had answered him. Making this a complete exchange of words. AN ACTUAL CONVERSATION!!

"Steak huh? Guess I don't need to ask if you like it rare or well done..." Kon's eyes lit up at the thought of his favorites, "I'm a big fan of pasta, I mean one whiff of a spaghetti with a good vegetable marinara and I'll come running! Though...I'd sell my soul for a good loaf of sourdough. And don't get me started on apples. Or apple pie. Or apple fritters. Or apple--Well you get the idea." Kon gave the other a genuine smile, lost in the moment, forgetting whom exactly he was talking to.

Work = Hellish

[thewhiteking]

The other boy watched Kon, taking in the slight jerk at his laughter. It made him smirk, those crazy eyes of his darkening a little in thought. They always jerked and backed away when he laughed. Always. It amused him a lot that they were so afraid. Everyone was so damn afraid. All but the children… strange.

As he listened to the false horse’s babble about pasta, the nameless one hardly registered what the other was saying. It didn’t make much sense to him, anyway. Pasta this, pasta that. And what the fuck was ‘marinara’, anyway? He had no idea.

He had lost interest completely somewhere along the babbling about apples, but his expression was still somewhat amused, still smirking… or was he baring his teeth, like an animal? The difference was microscopic when it came to the albino boy.
The nameless one shifted his weight a bit, putting less pressure on the bandaged arm.

“How fitting for a false horse to babble about apples.”

He said dryly, raising a brow slightly and staring at Kon, studying the other’s reaction. If there was something the white king enjoyed, it was learning how people worked. If one knew how a person worked, they could control them.
That, and the other boy’s happy smile was pissing him off, and he felt the need to snap him back to reality. You’re in a cell with a crazy murderer, kiddo. THERE ARE NO FUCKING APPLES.

“How did you get in here, second mirror? Lies and thievery?”

‘Shirosaki’ then continued, gaze wandering over Kon’s body, stopping at his pocket. Keys, it had sounded like - and that brought up a lot of questions. Keys from where? How many? Did they lead to him?

…and how many bones did he have to break on this false horse before those keys were his?

*hugs*

[kon_ditional]

The other's voice was a bucket of ice water to Kon's babbling happiness. The white fella was really good at projecting contempt even as he smiled. Or showing his teeth. Kon was surprised that he didn't have fangs or dried blood staining his teeth. The teen was kinda disappointed, only because such things would have made the other look more like a psycho and not a normal person who appeared to avoid the sun.

Kon let out a noisy breath, "Ya know the horse references kinda loose their power if I don't know what the hell you're referencing. Goes straight over my head." The teen was surprised the white one shifted, making him wonder if his arm was bugging him.

Not that he'd ask, despite overwhelming curiosity. What could have injured him? Did he do it himself? Maybe the lack of being able to kill stuff drove him even more crazy. Kon paled at the thought, 'I should just paint a bullseye on my chest right now and get it over with.' He wondered if he should have one last fantasy before he went. Though that might make the situation even MORE awkward.

But Kon didn't want to die, he enjoyed life too much. He enjoyed it so much he tried to save it where and when he could. Stray pets and street urchins. It was one of the few things he took seriously. So why was he talking to a murder? Kon frowned at himself, did murders deserve life? Though, Kon looked at the damp dump they were caged in, what kind of life was it? The teen threw away his pity, the other didn't deserve it.

The orange haired teen smirked, his mannerism and body language changing to one of confidence and recklessness. His tone became a long drawl soaked in idiotic confidence, "What's it to you? Don't ya approve of lies and thievery? Didn't think murders had morals." Kon melted into the personality with practiced ease. Acting was his art.

*cling* Post of phail, sorreh

[thewhiteking]

Of course the nameless one was good at showing contempt. He had seen it so many times. And Kon was lucky he had not seen him after biting Tatsuki; the images in Kon’s mind had been very much reality then. Bloody teeth, crazy smiles.
He just tossed his head back a little and laughed at Kon’s words, ignoring the first comment about the horse. He was not about to explain that. Again.

“If I have something against it? Oh no…not at all, not at all. I quite like it, silly false horse. Lies and thievery is how you survive. But deception doesn’t work on monsters.”

He said dryly, glaring at the mirror-like image again. The change in Kon’s behavior was very interesting - it made the pale boy’s heart beat faster of excitement.
How fun. This silly boy was provoking him? Now how far could he push this before either the false horse or the king snapped? Living on the line…
Yes, he was a murderer. Yes, he was batshit crazy. And yes, silly boy, you are trapped in here with him. By your own foolish choice.
And you give him attitude? Poor, poor piece of meat. But the white king wanted that key.

“Ain’t got much morals, false horse. Practically none at all. And as I see it, you have two choices. Either you give me that key, or I will strangle you with your own intestines. Slowly.”

He rose a bit from the bed, leaning closer to Kon, yellowish eyes full of bloodlust and strangely enough, humor. This was funny to him, after all.
His tongue slid quickly over white teeth, face changing into a predatory scowl. The smile was gone, only to be replaced by a growl.
It was uncertain how much damage he could even TRY to do with one arm bandaged, but did Kon really want to find that out?

“Key. NOW. I can smell your fear, hear your heart beat. You can’t fool me.”

*forgives* Eh...Sorry if Kon got a lil weird tho'

[kon_ditional]

At the other's demand for the keys, a faint pang of disappointment rushed through Kon. A small part of him had built an expectation, as he had climbed the tower's stairs, of what his conversation would be like with the mad King. The teenager had envisioned it on a grand scale, as though talking to a tempting Lucifer, sly and cunning, almost respectable in his vileness. But what Kon got was a pale shadow, a simple demon with blunt desires and violence. No less terrifying, but it disappointed the part of him that loved the grand and dramatic. Then again, he shouldn't try to blend the make believe with reality anyways.

Paying attention to the white one's movements and not his taunting words, this silly boy stood up, leaning against his only way out, the door solid and cold against his back. He was silly he knew, but he wasn't stupid. The horse references was still bugging him, and each mentioned fueled a growing thought. At first Kon thought the horse bit was a reference to Mr. Psycho since Kon admitted there was a resemblance between them that the false horse thingy made sense.

But it didn't fit. Why would the white one compare himself to a horse? He had too much ego for that. Unless he really liked being taken for a ride--NOT EVEN GOING THERE!! Did not need that mental image, head, thanks. Really. Kon pushed all non important thoughts aside, and tried to use his brain instead. Horses, Mirrors and Kings oh my...

Taking a wild guess, Kon's mouth twisted into a scowl as he drew his eyebrows into a sharp crease against his forehead. He could already feel his face muscles straining to hold the Ichigo glare, as he tried to remember how Kurosaki clenched his jaw. Oh yeah, that right. Kurosaki stuck it out a bit, to challenge the other guy. Mimicking that, Kon was pretty sure he had all the nuances down, despite only seeing the guy a couple times.

Stuffing his fists in his pockets, feeling one fist close around the ring of keys, the orange haired teen spat out, "Your options suck, bastard. I’ll go with choice number three: Fuck you."

Oh dear God, I’m gonna die Kon mused with a giddy hysterical edge as he braced himself for the backlash. But that’s what he was aiming for, a fury clouded backlash. Provoke ‘em till they attacked, then doge slash roll with the punches. Take a lickin’ but keep on tickin’ just enough to scramble out the door. It worked with hot headed idiots in the past, Kon just hoped the same applied to psycho killers.

If not, he was going to be in need of a serious Plan B.