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[hypermonk]

Who: Nagi & Genkaku
Where: Terra, primary school thing
When: Uh, after school finishes
Summary: Genkaku is stalking like a stalking thing
Rating: Um...I want to say R
Other: Nope

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[striginae]

Smoke and embers and a mocking sneer -- taunting words as drops of ash dotted the floor -- and Nagi, his determination wavered for the slightest moment. If he dared to accuse Genkaku of anything, then the information would no doubt be turned around, the blame pointed back at him -- and in this city, it was all too easy for anyone to manipulate evidence. (So everyone said. Those who had power ruled, in the end. Justice smothered under the hands of the cruel.) And violet eyes widened when the bright, burning end of the cigarette was pointed at him, accented with harsh words.

The scent of skin burning, charring -- and the splitting pain that shot through his head -- Nagi fought to swallow his voice, endure in silence, even as his flesh smoldered. (I will not fall to your level.) A choked gasp, as he reached out with a hand, gripping at Genkaku's wrist -- fingers shaking in their attempt to prise the other's hand away. Voice marred by the slightest tremors. "-- Your filth is unbearable." Not even sure of what he was fighting against, any more, but still, he struggled, nails digging into Genkaku's skin. "I will not fall to your level."

[hypermonk]

Did Nagi truly believe that Genkaku was listening to his words? No, he wasn’t interested in the shit that dribbled out of that useless mouth and he focused more on the burnt flesh. He drew the cigar back into his lips and inhaled, he could practically taste that flesh that lingered on the end of it. And maybe it was a bit wrong but Genkaku let out a groan nonetheless before looking back down at the pathetic mass.

However, his attention was suddenly distracted by the thin fingers that surrounded his wrist, and he chuckled softly under his breath, baring carnivorous teeth that matched his chipper and amused expression.

"Nah, I think you’re pretty much six-feet under." He paused and pulled his wrist away. "I mean...you’re the one who lost everything, wonder what the kiddies will think once they know that their beloved teacher is really a freak." And with such harsh words the monk pressed the end of his cigar against Nagi’s forehead once again, letting it be fully put out.

"But you know, sooner or later you will." And with another soft chuckle he stood up and turned on his heel. Guitar flung over his back and a flashing grin. "Sorry I gotta cut our little date short, but you wouldn’t want a few kids coming in out of curiously, yeah?"