[THREAD] TAKEDOWN against TWO

[ardeinae]

Who: Hidan [ holyish ] & Vargret [ ardeinae ]
Where: Between the industrial and commercial areas of Terra ; empty warehouse front
When: 2 AM. The day after this and this.
Summary: Rook meets bishop. Your move.
Rating: R for violence

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[ardeinae]

The grind of teeth, the narrowing of eyes, the sharp path the cigarette butt drew from lips to ground, the end rapidly sizzling to a dark spot of ember -- all part of the show, wasn't it? And Vargret only watched with his brows furrowed in some vague display of contempt. Thinking, darkly, something along the lines of, I raised you, brat, you think I'll be intimidated by your little tough-guy show? You really don't even know me, do you.

And even throughout Hidan's little laughing schpiel, Vargret only waited patiently, drumming fingers against the handlebars of his bike -- lips pressed into a grim slash, more out of personal irritation than out of anger towards the disrespect. Because this was clearly a two-sided problem -- once Yaha was alive once more, he'd have a lot to answer for, possibly ending in something highly unpleasant -- but for the moment, the insane little fucker (that he'd one considered 'having potential,' Jesus christ he'd been young and stupid back then) was first priority.

As the laughter finally began to lower in volume, Vargret slid off the bike, hands in pockets -- even standing at a careless posture, his stature was impressive, and he easily towered over Hidan, voice ground down to a cold flat. "I'm not talking about recently --" (Though that was part of the issue. Just not the main topic for the moment.) "I mean before, when he was found beaten to death in his apartment. Because I found a rather interesting note he wrote, listing someone very specific as the culprit. And your attitude really isn't helping to disprove that." Eyes narrowed dangerously behind those shades.

[holyish]

It was likewise to Hidan. He wasn’t intimidated by a piece of shit like Vargret, the guy was a cop, those shitheads had fucking leashes around their neck and they couldn’t do shit. Man, why the hell was Vargret here and not dealing with Deidara’s death? That blond just died and all this cunt cared about was that tranny!? Why was everyone so retarded! No one gave a shit about Yaha, and that guy deserved to die as many times as humanly possible and be caused a great deal of agony!

Even when Vargret came up close and loomed over Hidan, he didn’t waver one bit, he wasn’t going to get himself intimidated (and how the hell did this fucker get so damn huge) and just kept his ground. And maybe if he kept his cool -- No, he won’t admit to something that retarded. Though, the creases of his expression obviously showed his obvious thrill of dealing with Yaha before. Of smashing his brains out and crap, it was all really good sans the part when Yaha thought that Hidan would’ve liked a headjob from that saggy broken mouth. That was just gross.

Hidan just simply gave Vargret a lazy shrug and pursed his lips to twist upwards into a scold, "How the fuck should I know?" Then he scratched the back of his head, lips parted to let a deep dark chuckle emerge. "Man, seriously. Are you accusing me!? Tch...like I give a damn about that assfucker!" Hidan was not going to admit to this so easily. "And so what!? It was months ago!"

[ardeinae]

"Everything. Is connected." The harsh grind of words, starting to develop a jagged edge from the frustration and anger that was creeping into his voice. And though it was masked by the thick cloth of his coat, there was the quiet squelch of leather as his hand tightened into a fist within the confines of his pocket, the steel inlay scraping against the seams. How dearly he would have liked to break the punk's nose at the moment, right then and there.

Still, he held back -- just barely, though, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed in frustration. "You think we'd just brush it off as coincidence? First time he gets murdered, we find hardly a clue, then he goes again -- and you, I find all too happy to hear this news. Bloodthirsty little bastard aren't you." FOr the briefest moment, there was the faint pang of something resembling guilt over having to accuse the brat he'd once raised as his own son. Kind of pathetic, wasn't it, how far things had fallen.

There was the rustle of paper as he threw a crumpled printout into Hidan's hands -- a printout of the document he'd found on Yaha's computer. "I found that thing, titled with your name." Hand clenched to a fist once more, all too ready to act in violence the moment an appropriate reason presented itself. "I've got plenty of things to ask him once he comes back, but I'm dealing with you first. I doubt he'd make up something like this just to keep private, and you looked all too happy to hear about this entire fiasco. And you don't have an alibi, do you?"

[holyish]

"Tch." Flared annoyance pulsed through the albino has the tossed piece of paper was flung into his hands. The corner of his lip twitched with dread and still - he was anticipated. But Yaha was just too much of a sick bastard to actually appreciate his goddamn death. When Hidan’s fingers unraveled the paper roughly and violet hues gazed at the words, his mouth pulled downwards with a disgusted frown and he murmured, "Why the fuck would that piece of shit--"

The paper was ripped and then crumbled in his hand before dropping it on the ground - then, when he faced Vargret, there was a large grin that decorated his lips. No point in denying this shit now. "You retarded fuck. hey, hey! You know, this is all your fault." He snapped with amusement, his bottom lip jutted out until a deep dark half-insane chuckle emerged from his mouth. His head lowered, "Bite me shithead. If you didn’t kick me out maybe I wouldn’t have joined the mob! Seriously!"

Even though Vargret was much taller in comparison to Hidan, the albino had no fucking problem acting all damn arrogant and leering upwards at his shithead former foster father. "It was a fucking job--" But even so, Hidan loved killing that bastard. He deserved it for being a piece of heathen scum, "And if I don’t do my fucking job, then I don’t get fucking paid. And if I don’t get paid then I get pretty pissed off." The corner of his lips twitched even further upwards as though he was just ready to rampage, "Hah! And you just found out now!? Jeez. You’re really fucking reliable."

[ardeinae]

Again, the show was taken into account with an absolute passivity, and it was only when Hidan's little angry fit had run through it's course that Vargret straightened up, running a hand through his hair. It was a gesture of faint frustration, terribly subdued -- signaling something close to snapping. A low exhale, close to sigh, before he glanced down at Hidan, eyes narrowed dangerously behind his shades. (All my fault, eh? You think I don't regret letting you turn out into a delinquent punk like this? You think that for even a moment, I enjoyed seeing you turn out as a piece of society's trash?)

"I had my suspicions, but see, Hidan," -- it was rare that he ever called either of his foster sons by name, and here, it was uttered in a dangerously low calm, each syllable accentuated. "But see, unlike you, I actually have some of that bullshit that most people call a conscience -- consideration for others, believing that some people are good. So I was thinking that maybe, this was a mistake, and you'd say it's a lie."

Hands had been drawn from pockets, and Vargret leaned forward, meeting Hidan's upwards glare with an equally sharp stare, brows furrowed and lips curled into an expression of the purest scorn. "I really didn't want to resort to this, you know." It was then, without warning, that he lashed out, striking Hidan across the cheekbone with the back of the hand, the metal plate embedded in the back of his glove marking a stunning blow to the face.

[holyish]

Yeah, he should have kept his fucking mouth shut. But why the hell should he when Hidan thought he did something good for fucking society? No one needed those fucking creepy pedos and who the hell cared if Yaha was a cop -- he was still a sick and twisted heathen that would constantly molest (or try too) himself and his brother. Shit, even Hidan knew the shithead’s obsession with his foster father, but when the hell did Hidan actually care about anyone else but his selfish self?

There was no reply, just the sound of a cracked grin that coiled his lips upwards with bloodlust clear in his eyes. He would do it again, kill Yaha. And he would stand on a soap-box and proclaim himself as some fucking savoir that was sent from god to rid the world of stupid fucks like him -- or anyone that would stand in the way of his own blasphemous beliefs, even if he himself did not realize it. This world was so fucking boring without a bit of self-done death; his own immortality was a fucking gift from god! His ability! So why the fuck shouldn’t he use them for what they were meant for!? Vargret didn’t know shit -- he was just another retarded piece of authority.

When the sharp clank of metal hit bone, the albino laughed deeply before gathering up the blood and saliva in his mouth and spitting in the cop’s face. Narrowed eyes glared back at the cop, and then slowly he spoke with the upmost harshness and brutality. "Heh, a conscience? Bullshit! Who the fuck needs that?! Seriously, dad --" Words overlayed with sarcasm. "--If you want to do something, then fucking do it. If they piss you off..." And his bloodied mouth could only turn more twisted. "...Ha ha ha!! Oh man -- you have no fucking clue."

[ardeinae]

Arm still raised in the follow-through of the blow, Vargret almost regretted landing that one blow -- vaguely wondering just how much trouble he could potentially be in for assaulting his own once-son. Probably enough for a few scandals, at the very least, more than enough negative media attention. Fuck, he really didn't want to deal with this. But the sight of this little punk that he'd spent years trying to set straight, standing before him now, all too gleeful over having murdered a man in cold blood --

Whatever traces of pity he'd felt for this delinquent, though, very rapidly faded when the other spit in his face, and it was with clear disdain that he peeled the shades off his face, flicking them in the air to clear their vision -- eyes narrowed dangerous, the threat in his glare all too obvious even past the one pale eye marred by the ragged scar. "You really are a piece of work." Lips curved in a vicious, bitter grin -- in a way, Hidan was his first and biggest failure, something of a landmark that enraged him -- and Vargret slid his shades back on with slow movements, wiping away the streak of blood and saliva off his cheek with the back of his glove. "Guess I overestimated you when I thought you were strong enough to hold against whatever doctrines were beaten into you. But hey, if you're the type of weak sheep to go along with whatever you've been taught, then --"

The vicious crack of limbs against flesh, as Vargret jerked his leg up, kneeing Hidan in the center of the ribcage -- a blow strong enough to knock every last breath of air out of him without causing any permanent damage. The crack of knuckles, and Vargret gave a low mutter. "Only reason I quit this matter is to save your brother from your bad influence -- but I guess this just oversteps that boundary."

[holyish]

The laughter that erupted from Hidan’s mouth was mingled with half-fanatic chuckling and ominous sniggering. This was all just too damn good to give up. Fucking cop trying to bring about justice or whatever crap that was thrown in his face, with violence. That was Hidan’s deal right? He was the one that had God in him! Not that shit-eating piece of fuck! And Vargret had no goddamn right to think that was not justice -- for Hidan’s own self-satisfaction.

"Then what --" were the spluttered out words that left his mouth in a harsh violent and threatening tone, but were cut off by the sudden jerk of his chest meeting Vargret’s kneecap. It knocked the fucking air out of him, but that didn’t cease that fucking laughing. That - that fucking erratic insane laughter that was dried up with the lack of oxygen and air, and ripped through a raw throat. His hand went to his chest and violet hues gazed at Vargret with feral intentions of ripping that asshole’s throat out with nothing but his bare teeth. "Ha ha ha! Is that all you fucking got you pussy?! Tch...damn, just gonna leave me hanging, seriously." Hidan muttered before tossing his head back.

With fazed movements that forced Hidan to lean against the cold wall behind him, he fingered his pocket to pull out a switchblade -- flicking it with ease so the blade was visible, and then Hidan murmured with wise murderous eyes that matched his blood-wanting grin. "Don’t fucking bring Shika into this. You just fucking suck at being a parental figure. Jeez, why do you even bother. So don’t you dare try and put the blame on me!" Then he lunged forward with speed that seemed a little inhumanely fast to deliver an upwards gash to the other.

[ardeinae]

"You think I'm gonna treat a little punk like you seriously?" A grating mutter hissed past gritted teeth, and Vargret took the chance to flip a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it with languid movements as he watched Hidan continue to laugh -- maybe this one had been beyond help in the first place. Still, he only watched, even as Hidan staggered back into the wall, still laughing. Still laughing. That last part was what was most disturbing.

And then, the glimmer of metal. It was perhaps only Vargret's near-inhuman reflexes that saved him, because he'd barely caught sight of the blade before there was the whistle of it tearing through the air. Even as he jerked his head and torso back, he felt the tip of the knife claw past wayward strands of hair, very nearly nicking his shades. Damn -- brat was getting serious, wasn't he? And even if Hidan was gifted with unusually good conditions, Vargret was still several levels ahead in terms of experience -- because he knew that taking such a reckless attack only left open more room for a counter.

There was the brief screech of steel against steel as he knocked away the blade with the back of one hand, the metal plate in his glove sparking at the contact with the edge, fingers rapidly twisting around Hidan's wrist -- and the other hand, clenched into a fist, drove squarely into Hidan's chest, right where the previous blow had landed. "Trying to kill me like you killed him?" A low snarl past the cigarette, before Vargret gave Hidan's arm a sudden jerk, aiming to damage the fragile joint of the wrist. Put him out of commission before taking him in for questioning.

[holyish]

Really though? Hidan wouldn’t dare to kill Vargret - shit, even if he hated the bastard didn’t mean he didn’t respect him - actually no, scratch that. Hidan didn’t want Shikamaru to sudden moan and bitch about killing his goddamn father. Tch, maybe Hidan even admired Vargret for putting up with his shit, but even at that thought, there was a deep snort that emerged from him as he felt the knife getting knocked from his hand.

"Are you fucking with me!?" Was the only thing he could mutter before he let out a deep painful groan at the snapping of his wrist which could only make the back of his skull hit against the wall, then once again, he sniggered. "Hey! Oi, oi." He snapped as though he was actually scolding Vargret, "That faggot was asking for it! Jeez, are you blind!? Holy shit! You gotta be kidding me...wait a sec, wait--" And his fingers wrapped around his disjointed wrist and there was a grinding sound of bone as he set it back in place. "Ah man. That freakin’ hurt like a bitch." He cracked his knuckles, rolled his head, and gave Vargret a vulgar grin.

"Gotta kill those heathen shitheads you know. Not like you asshole cops do anything about it." He stood high and fucking mighty, leering at the other man and then - swiftly - he grabbed one of the older’s arms with bone-crushing force and hauled a clenched fist back to collide it at his foster father’s jaw.

[ardeinae]

It was from the moment that the crack of bone was taken into stride that Vargret felt his nerves stand on end -- something was off. Most hoodlums would take the loss of a joint deeply, because even one immobilized limb could mean the difference between victory and a street fight. But now? And the cigarette clamped in his lips burned bright, a single bright ember in the dark streetfront that illuminated the surface of his shades. "Really lost it, haven't you? Or were you just this dumb in the first place? Think you can solve any problem with violence?" Teeth bared and eyes narrowed at the sight of the broken limb mending itself. "... guess you aren't quite normal, either."

And he'd barely uttered this quiet observation before the newly-healed wrist was gripping at his own arm. Giving a low snarl, he made to jerk himself out of the grasp -- but wasn't quite fast enough. And he barely managed to brace himself before knuckles impacted against jawline, and he tasted blood from the inside of his mouth. Damn, at least the kid had a good punch.

But now that the proximity between them had closed, that meant there was a chance. Ignoring the throbbing pain that tore down his neck, he grabbed at Hidan's arm with his free arm, jerking him close, and once more driving his knee into the center of the chest.

[holyish]

"Heh! Like you know shit you blasphermous fuck!" Fucking Hidan’s own justification of what was right and wrong. Everything was so fucking boring and violence was a way to get rid of that dull droll reality and replace it with blood and broken limbs -- lips quirked upwards into a smirk. "Think I’m just gonna sit on my ass and listen to your retarded preaching!?"

God, God!. It was pissing him off!

"Well. Shit duh, only found out now?" In response about him not being normal "Immortality is a bitch." He spat out just as he felt his rib cage being smacked straight down on another forceful blow, it being collided with another kneecap -- breaking a few bones, knocking the wind out of him and then the back of Hidan’s skull meet the wall behind him; cracking the skull and he slid down, a long streak of crimson leaving traces.

On the scale of masochistism and sadism, Hidan was more on the former. Why else would he put himself in these brain breaking situations and skull cracking affairs? And maybe that’s why when he slid down his lips vulgarly cracked one side to expose blood that dribbled down his chin and then -- once again, with all feral instincts -- he shrieked laughter. His hand went to the scarlet and he lapped it up, smudged it into flesh, and used it as leverage to get up. "Tch. Bastard, that hurt. Give me a break -- stupid punk-ass shit-eating pig!" Another roaring laugh and the lolling of his skull. Instead of waiting for another blow, Hidan would pay it back. It was pure impulse when he found himself rapidly running up the wall and then jumped off in a way that he aimed to deliver a sweeping kick against the side of Vargret’s head.