[ THREAD ] 4TH WALL - DAY FOUR

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Who: EVERYONE
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: DAY FOUR [December 5]
Summary: Hello hello new citizens.
Rating: Anything.
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TERRA || BREAKFAST ROOM

[mouthabuse]

He couldn’t say that his visit to the Yakuza headquarters the few days before wasn’t worth it; in all honestly he got more than he wanted. Which was enough to surprise someone like him with high expectations, and already he could feel his heart expand with a new found fondness for his new boss as he sat at the breakfast tables in the hotel. His attire was a little less flashy, however. His usual flamboyance was replaced by a black-white casual suit that hang loosely off him, sleeves were rolled up of his white dress shirt and the tie was hanged half-assly.

Fingers were already picking at the food that was left on the table before him and -- it looked very western. Bacon and eggs and sausages, something he purely wasn’t use too, but he wasn’t one to shy away from new experiences. (He did feel bad a little about Shun, maybe with his childish enthusiasm from waking up in a completely different city that was unknown and he was completely unfamiliar to him caused him to just drag someone around with him, but even that brief moment of being a acquaintance with Shun, he had no hesitance to leave a small gift of chocolates at the front of Shun’s door. Both as an apology and as gratitude.)

What he found strange however, that no many how many languages he spoke the people seemed to understand him, from English to Japanese and Japanese to random mumbling gibberish.

[riflecraft]

To be perfectly, bluntly, absolutely honest, Shun would have been quite content to have nothing more to do with Kakihara. What reason did he have to put up with that psycho, really? They'd met on the streets through pure chance, and all Kakihara had done was get him tangled in an ugly mess with the local yakuza. Of course, Kakihara had taken the brunt of the damage that resulted from the confrontation, but still. That hadn't been necessary in the first place.

And Shun probably would have come to ignore Kakihara's existence entirely after the first night -- after an evening spent tending to the little scratches and bruises he'd gathered in the yakuza standoff -- if it weren't for the chocolate box he found outside his door. It wasn't so much the chocolates that irritated him, but the presence of the gift itself. What was Kakihara trying to accomplish with this? It meant so little.

Massaging a headache out of his temples, Shun headed towards the lobby's guest cafe in search of coffee. He wasn't as caffeine-dependent as many people he knew, but it seemed like a good idea here, where he needed some sort of energy booster to help him deal with this confusing situation. -- but really, it was just his luck that the moment he stepped into the posh dining area, he looked up to find himself staring at Kakihara sitting alone at a table. Standing there with a hand still at his temple, Shun froze. 'Am I supposed to go sit there?'

[mouthabuse]

There was one thing Shun should’ve been happy about. And that was that he wasn’t the one with bandaged wrists and a large gauze against his ribcage with small band-aids along one side of Kakihara’s cheek. But Kakihara wouldn’t mention it; he would seem rather braggart about it, being so high and proud about his own wounds. Not like he could help it, really. His first day in this new city had been something akin to that of nothing but a dream, and he leaned back against the chair before he saw Shun.

As much movement and the muscles in his mouth could function, Kakihara gave Shun a wary-smile and gestured the other to come sit opposite him, by then he was already calling up a maid and was muttering to her in Cantonese, how they should give Shun’s breakfast something as childish to resemble a face. Not that Kakihara thought it was mocking, nor insulting, but there were always such simplicities that could equal in a sort of light uplifting feeling.

" -- Morning." He mumbled under his breath as he started to carve up the food before him, although the way he did slice the meat and toast was almost surgical, almost morbid in the way that he cut up everything and mixed it all together, (And he had to admit, it was a little hard for him to eat in the first place, with the minor fear of the food slipping from his sliced cheeks and making a fool of himself) " Aaah -- about the Yakuza. I didn’t know it would turn out like that." But that was a lie, even if his words were fluttered with soft-spoken and apologetic tones.

[riflecraft]

For a moment, Shun honestly considered the option of turning and leaving. It wasn't that he hated Kakihara, not really. He didn't. But it was just that -- Kakihara was difficult to be around. Being around this man that he couldn't read was frustrating, and Shun wasn't sure if he wanted to deal with this. -- But how could he refuse that smarmy grin and the lax gesture? Giving a small sigh, Shun shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket before walking over to the table and quietly taking a seat opposite Kakihara.

"Good morning." The greeting was polite, but bland, and Shun took a sip of the glass of water that was poured for him as he sat down. He wasn't particularly hungry -- he really only wanted coffee -- but it would probably be rude to not eat, now that he was sitting down. As it was, he stared vaguely at Kakihara butchering his breakfast. -- maybe it was fun for him, to reduce the food to chopped shred and making it a salad.

"There isn't much to apologize for." Putting down the glass of water, Shun gave a small shrug as he answered -- quiet and polite, despite the obvious discomfort he felt about that subject. "There wasn't any serious damage -- at least to me, so." Kakihara was probably badly hurt, he guessed. Not that that seemed to matter much. A pause, before Shun gave a small sideways tilt of the head as he asked politely, "Was there something you wanted to speak to me about?"

[mouthabuse]

For Kakihara, it was a sort of strange -- surreal -- atmosphere he found himself in. Mainly because when he woke up he usually had the smell of burnt flesh lingering on him, or on days he was lucky he would only wake up with a hangover. But this, a sort of pleasant surrounding with polite company (Even if Kakihara could honestly tell the way Shun deposition himself as uncomfortable, as subtle as it was) and it was so -- simple. And Kakihara wondered how people could do this everyday, to him it was the most exhausting thing he ever experienced.

He watched Shun’s movements with mild interest, mostly his expression was fixated in a childish sort of curiosity of how the man moved. The water glass and the shrugging, and if Kakihara didn’t know better, Shun was just a simple sort of guy -- which he let out a soft laugh and scratched the side of his head while murmuring in a extremely low voice, "I see..." Mostly to comment about the damage that was received.

All he could think about was how hungry he was, staring at the plate of food that was below him almost mystified, but he would take it to his room and eat it later where he can in privacy widen his jaw and scoff it down. Not that Kakihara was ashamed of his (dis)ability, but simply because it was rude. He perked his head up at Shun’s last inquiry and held up a finger, stuttering a low "I got you -- " Dumbfounded, he glanced around for a moment, fingers searching his pockets before he leaned his back over the seat to reach for a jacket pocket where a small slip was hidden, and he handed it to Shun with a wry smirk, "Think of it as, an apology -- gift, or however you want, it’s for you. I managed to find you something to work with."

[riflecraft]

As Kakihara rummaged for -- whatever it was, Shun only watched with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning what in the world Kakihara had brought now. The chocolates alone had been enough of a confusion factor for him, and whatever Kakihara was going to hand over next would probably take some time to understand. -- and so, when the only thing held out in his direction was a slip of paper, he was almost disappointed for a moment. That was, until he heard Kakihara's words. "... a job?" A glance at the slip showed an address, a phone number, and a name -- "A flower shop?"

He was just about to ask for some clarification on why Kakihara had found him a job, when the waitress suddenly approached the table with a smile -- setting a plate before him with pancakes, strawberries, cream, fruits. Made in the shape of a cat's face. As the waitress left with a polite nod, Shuns stared at the plate for a moment before looking up at Kakihara and raising an eyebrow. -- because Kakihara must have been the one who requested this. It seemed oddly like something Kakihara would do, from what Shun knew of the man so far.

"... why did you suddenly find me a job?" Giving a small sigh, Shun picked up his fork and poked at the pancake-cat-face for a few moments. "I don't intend on staying here that long." Jabbing the fork through the cat's right eye -- a strawberry -- Shun nibbled on it, feeling out of place in this hotel cafe. It would be nice to leave as soon as possible.

[mouthabuse]

Dark eyes briefly took away their fixation on Shun for a moment after Kakihara had handed the small paper slip to the other. Fingers went to his pant pocket and he removed one of the very few things that did not get bloody at the yakuza headquarters which was a shimmering green hankie that (despite it’s cleanliness) had oddly a coloration of dark blotches. There were two things that annoyed him about this situation now; if he was to wait to have the food up in his room, the food would end up being cold -- that and he would look like a fool if he ate with salivated and chewed-up food leaking from his cheek-slits.

Holding the hankie to one side of his cheek and tilting it sideway, Kakihara took up the fork and spooned up an orgy of egg yolk with mangled sausages and all-to-soggy toast before putting them in his mouth. After a few well-thorough chews, Kakihara wiped his cheek with the material and stuffed it back in his pocket before he looked back at Shun -- gouging out a strawberry eye from the pancake-kittychan’s face. And to him, there was a morbid sort of curiosity, because, honestly, how could one ever devour something as cute as that -- ? It almost made Kakihara look at Shun as though the man was completely heartless without any remorse.

But when Kakihara had heard Shun’s last words, his mind was dismissed of the mutilation of the poor pancake-kitty and sheepishly scratched behind his ear as he in took a sharp inhale of oxygen as he mumbled, "Maybe I like you." He said with a smile before leaning forward as though this was all hush-hush business, " -- But, you do know you might have a choice. No one knows what Shinjuku is."

[riflecraft]

It wasn't that Shun was heartless, really. He had his own pet cat. But it was just that -- food was food. What was he supposed to do, coo and squeal over it? It was just a pancake with some fruit on it, and Shun liked strawberries. That was the only reason why he'd made a beeline for the eye. And chewing on the strawberry, he swallowed the mouthful of fruit before mumbling an answer, his words quiet and thoughtful. "... it's impossible for there to be any location where there is an entrance but no exit. I don't have the time to idle here for long -- I need to go back."

There was a quiet determination in his words, unlike the halfhearted way he pushed a stray cherry around the edge of his plate before spearing it, blankly tapping it on the plate in thought. "-- the job might be convenient for a shore time, though. Acting like a regular person of the city will probably make it easier to find information. Thank you." Popping the cherry in his mouth, he rolled the fruit around in his mouth for a moment, eyes directed at some blank point on the tablecloth while he thought.

"Are you going to stay with the yakuza?" A question more in order to see if Kakihara might find any useful information, more than out of personal inquiry -- though Shun had to pause at the sight of Kakihara wiping the food off the slits in his cheeks. It was a vaguely disgusting sight. -- well. At least Kakihara had had the courtesy to wipe it off. Poking a mound of whipped cream his form, he paused before continuing, "Or did you find something else for yourself?"

[mouthabuse]

Actually, if Shun did coo and squeal over such a cute little plate of a kitty pancake, Kakihara would start to believe that Shun was a girl (Though, it was a little hard to distinguish Shun as anything other -- that flawless skin and slender frame. It was hard to deny that Shun didn’t have any feminine traits, not that it would be a bad thing of course) but either way, Kakihara listened to Shun thoughtfully, and being very patient with the other’s words and he took a glass of orange juice from the table and plopped a straw in it before he took a sip of it.

With a tilt of his head, Kakihara nodded lazily and smiled softly when Shun showed his gratitude, and as he placed the glass back down, he started to speak, " -- Yeah. Hitabi-chan (Not catching his full boss’s name) hired me after a while, then I went to the hospital." Not that he was trying to ask for pity or sympathy, but the way he spoke it was a little lighthearted, a bit too casually to ask for something as such. "The yakuza." He mumbled with a pause as he sat himself straight up and let the long silence pass.

" -- The Yakuza, well I talked to them. They’ve never heard of Shinjuku. Can you believe that...how can you not have heard it." His voice soft-spoken and low with a quality of a business man, "They said: 'Aah, you mean Japan, Japan is nothing but a myth and folklore, they don’t exist. Like America, no one knows what the outside looks like.' So I asked how people arrive here, 'They don’t, they are born here.' Have you seen the map to the city? It’s amazing...so huge, unlike anything I have ever seen. They say, they say that slave trading is legal through the government." He paused and glanced around before settling his gaze pass Shun and let out a low chuckle, "I -- might look around Abyss today."

[riflecraft]

The entire time Kakihara was speaking, Shun idly toyed with his food, poking around the mounds of cream and pieces of pancake. America -- a myth. It was a strange concept. The world war, the economic and social collapse, the merging of nations -- all through that, history had remained. For countries like Japan and America to be reduced to mere legends -- it was unimaginable. "... I see." Mumbling half-heartedly, thinking through the concept, Shun popped a triangle piece of pancake doused in syrup -- what had been the cat's left ear -- into his mouth and chewed slowly, thinking.

"Abyss?" He had taken a cursory look through a map of the city, and Abyss had been marked as the lowest level. From what information he could find, he was the most dangerous level of the city, populated by the most brutal portion of the city's population. "It sounds unsafe."

Swallowing, he took a sip of water and mulled over his words before continuing. "-- but I guess that isn't a very important consideration for you, judging by what you've been doing so far." Rolling a strawberry around the edge of the plate with the tip of his fork, he looked up at Kakihara, blinking curiously. "Are you going there for information? Or just for something else?"

[mouthabuse]

It was a little unfair that Shun was able to eat while Kakihara couldn’t for the sake of not making a ass of himself -- but with such politeness that he held was only limited (Far less than his own patience), Kakihara took up the fork and hanky once again, eating in small portions of the food that was below him, and lowering his head for Shun made eye contact with the top of Kakihara’s skull. It was almost acting out like a routine, how Kakihara would take small fork-sized bites before wiping his cheeks in case the mush of food was to seep through the scarred flesh. Even if only but swallowed the food.

When Shun questioned him of his desired location, Kakihara pointed a finger up before letting his eyes search for Shun’s, he sat himself up straight again and started to search around for the notebook he had. Fingers dipped into the notebook from his pant pockets and flicked it open as he scratched the side of his nose and snorted lightly.

"Abyss: quote ‘Lowest of the low, drug dealers, pedophiles, BDSM killer clubs -- ‘" He paused and let out a yawn that didn’t make his jaw move much, "I have been needing a vacation...I’m a workaholic though. So, finding out anything shouldn’t be hard. I’ve been on the internet and there were rumors around about not so long ago the senator along with the governor of Abyss kidnapped people and made them fight one another until there was only one survivor." A nod and he gazed up at the ceiling for a moment before putting the notebook back in his pocket, as he looked at Shun with the softest of smiles, " -- Also, that people are basically ‘brought back to life’, so you have nothing to worry about when I go down there, it is very cute for you to be concerned though..."

[riflecraft]

Idly poking his fork through a small mound of whipped cream -- what remained of the cat's tail, though the cat hardly looked like a cat so much as it did a pile of pancakes with some stray fruits, now -- Shun watched Kakihara eat. As detached as he usually was, he still had to admit that it was morbidly fascinating watching Kakihara try to keep the food from spilling out the slit cheeks. It must have been a nuisance. Did the man only ever drip with a straw? What about soup? Never?

-- Giving his head a small shake to shrug off that line of thought, he speared the last strawberry rolling around his plate and popped it in his mouth before pushing the plate away to signal that he was done eating. He normally wasn't a breakfast person, and what he'd eaten was already sitting heaving in his stomach.

"I wasn't worried, merely wondering. And -- " Pause. 'Illogical.' For people to be brought back to life was a preposterous thought -- belonging only in horror novels and such. But then again, nothing here made sense. Glossing over the issue, Shun dug through his wallet for money to pay for his own food. "-- I hope you enjoy yourself, then. I doubt my company will be necessary -- or desired any more."

[mouthabuse]

There was a brief moment where Shun had shoved the plate in the middle of the table where Kakihara looked at the half-empty surface before coiling the corner of his mouth; a moment later he reached forward and took a piece of sliced peach and popped it in his mouth -- fully swallowing the small piece of food before letting his gaze settle back on Shun with a empty blank stare. To say it was a little disappointing that Shun showed no, aah - concern? Well, what did it matter either way. And in the end, Kakihara stood up and placed his own plate on Shun’s.

" -- Oh? Not desired anymore." Kakihara mumbled in a low tone as he took out his wallet and went through the notes before tossing a few loose ones on the table before he placed his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels, glancing everywhere but Shun, "Well, you can keep to your assumptions, though a simple piss off would be more straight to the point. But I do find you very desirable."

The notes he had tossed to the middle of the table was enough to pay for both of their meals, as well as a large tip to whoever picked it up. And Kakihara let his blank gaze settle on Shun once more. The corner of his lip twitched into a wry-smirk and he lowered his head as well as scratching it, "See you -- ah, later? Maybe not..." And his words trailed off as he turned on a heel of his shoe and gave Shun a over the shoulder lazy wave before walking out.