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Seizing an opportunity (closed/complete)

Sep 18, 2008 21:32

WHO: Muraki and Squalo
WHAT: The good doctor's bloodlust is growing and he never misses the chance for an easy target.
WHERE: Starting at a record store, then going back to Muraki's apartment.
WHEN: Day 129, evening
NOTE: Use of Devil's Breath, mindfucks, sexual content with questionable ability to consent

( Nostalgia is a very strange feeling )

squalo, kazutaka muraki

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sharkycantfail September 23 2008, 00:45:07 UTC

Squalo sort of just rolled his head around, looking about for nothing in particular. The music seemed flow in and out of his head at the beat, and he had almost entirely forgotten that he was being touched save the pleasant afterglow he was experiencing.

"I...yeah...good, I think..."

medico_male September 23 2008, 00:54:58 UTC

"That's good." Muraki pushed his glasses up and dug through a drawer until he found what he needed next. With no way to be certain how long the drug and its amnesiac effect would work, it would be best to get this part done with sooner rather than later.

The small box held a blood drawing kit and he ran a finger across the crook of Squalo's arm. "This part will hurt a little, but at least it'll be over with fast. I just want to see if your blood is any different because of what you took," he assured.

sharkycantfail September 23 2008, 01:03:08 UTC

"Hu-what?" Squalo's eyes widened as he began to shake and attempt to fight. Panic rolled through his mind and it seemed the dip into a minor chord in the music couldn't come at a more opportune moment to send him into the arms of fear.

medico_male September 23 2008, 06:47:32 UTC

His grin darkened. "Don't make me hurt you, Squalo. This will be over faster if you don't fight." Muraki set the kit down for a moment and glared. He really didn't want to get violent, but if the teen continued to try and push him away, there would be no choice.

sharkycantfail September 23 2008, 08:32:31 UTC

And continued he did, though it was rather pathetic. He tried to summon his Stand, but there was nothing nearby to draw the shark from. Not even his released fluids were left. It was a dry zone and that caused him to panic even further, his struggling growing more frantic.

medico_male September 23 2008, 08:41:09 UTC

He reached into his pocket for a moment, grabbed his switchblade, and pushed the button to open it as he pulled it out.

"Your choice - a little prick of pain from the needle or a lot of pain from my knife," Muraki practically growled. If Squalo had any trace of rational thought in his mind, he'd cooperate to keep himself from worse injury than necessary. It was a pity it had to come to this.

sharkycantfail September 23 2008, 20:43:18 UTC

The sight of the knife sent a chill through him. If he hadn't been under the influence of the drug, a more sane Squalo would have thought to attempt to have Muraki cut himself with his own knife. At least then, he'd have some kind of fluid to summon Clash from. But he wasn't in his write mind and that fear paralyzed him...allowing Muraki to do whatever he desired.

medico_male September 23 2008, 20:59:22 UTC

"I thought you'd understand that way." He set the knife down on the coffee table, kissed Squalo's forehead, and easily drew the blood he wanted from a vein in his arm. Muraki bandaged it and stood up. "If you give me just a moment, I'll go look for those albums you wanted."

sharkycantfail September 23 2008, 21:10:31 UTC

As the doctor walked away, Squalo could do nothing but feel helpless and used. The drug only enhanced the anxiety. What was going to happen now? Would he ever be able to see Tizziano and the others? Could he even bring himself to face them? A single tear rolled down his cheek...a hint of red within it...as his mind wracked itself with despair. He hated that man...but most of all, he hated himself.

And as the stress mounted, he finally succumbed to the mental exhaustion, and his eyes closed...his mind slowly being erased by the drug.

medico_male September 23 2008, 21:18:43 UTC

When he came back with the slightly dusty albums, he found Squalo passed out on the couch. Muraki quickly checked his pulse and breathing, found them normal, and felt that this was as good a sign as end to put an end to his fun.

The doctor picked him up, carried him out to the car after making sure people weren't nearby to watch, drove him to a bus station several blocks away, and stretched him out on the bench, careful to wipe his fingerprints off the records he placed on Squalo's chest before going home again.

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