Gin did not move despite Hei's suggestion; instead, he turned and looked over his shoulder at the dead man, his eyes moving quickly back and forth of his body, as if considering something very carefully. "Ara, get the case," Gin said as if something had suddenly dawned upon him, and turning upon his heel, quickly closed the space between himself and what once was Milo-kun. In the darkness it was not entirely clear was Gin was doing, but Hei did not need much of an imagination to guess. There was the sound of Shinsou once again being pulled from its sheath, the tang of metal and a sickening thunk, and then the wet churning sound of a blade slicing through flesh and then through bone.
The case that Gin referred to was where they had left it sitting in the lift -- plain, nondescript, and full of dry ice. When Hei returned with it, he opened it quickly, offering its cold interior to his commander who remained crouched over Milo's inert body. Eventually, Gin rose with a small sigh and, tilting his head back, rubbed at his forehand with the back of a well-bloodied hand. His other hand emerged from the darkness, and in its fingers was...well...another hand. Milo's hand, to be precise, lopped off at the wrist with its raw stump of flesh still glistening. Gin dropped it heavily into the case before motioning for Hei to close it. There was a pause when nothing happened, Gin remained motionless as he savored the moment. It was not until Hei cleared his throat once that Gin was then pulled from his bloody reverie and began wiping his hands on the front of his dark black suit.
"Tch, Hei-kun, have I taught you nothing?" he said casually and out-of-the-blue. "A man should not be so unkind to his blade, naa?" Gin nodded towards the sheathed dagger at Hei's side, the blood now oozing slightly from where it had collected along the blade from earlier. With a graceful flick of his wrist, Gin sliced Shinsou's blade through the space in front of him. The motion shot another bright red arc of blood through the air, painting the carpet and part of the sofa with abstract wet streaks. The sword's blade was now slightly cleaner, and Gin did not hesitate to re-sheath it as he nodded his second towards the elevator.
Gin made a quick study of Hei's body language as he turned and walked away past. The once-over revealed the small favoring of the right shoulder, and quickly he realized that there was some kind of injury to Hei's left. When he finally entered the elevator, Hei suddenly met with Gin's hand, which spun him and pushed him back forcefully so that he connected with the lift's back wall. A small "huh" of confusion and then he was suddenly face to face with his superior, a curious expression crossing Gin's face hidden somewhere behind his typical smile. "Yare yare, Hei-kun," he whispered in feigned surprise. The adrenaline from the kill was still coursing through Gin's veins, so when he spoke it was breathless with thinly veiled excitement. "Don't tell me you let one of them hurt you, naa?" He tsked. "Koraa - that would be such a disappointment."
With the palm of his hand, Gin pressed into the tender flesh of Hei's injured shoulder, teasing it slightly before increasing the pressure, his grin spreading wide as he did so. Hei was now pinned between the wall and his superior, and Gin studied Hei's expression carefully as his hand squeezed slightly harder, searching the small motions of Hei's eyes and his mouth for the indication of a flinch.
The case that Gin referred to was where they had left it sitting in the lift -- plain, nondescript, and full of dry ice. When Hei returned with it, he opened it quickly, offering its cold interior to his commander who remained crouched over Milo's inert body. Eventually, Gin rose with a small sigh and, tilting his head back, rubbed at his forehand with the back of a well-bloodied hand. His other hand emerged from the darkness, and in its fingers was...well...another hand. Milo's hand, to be precise, lopped off at the wrist with its raw stump of flesh still glistening. Gin dropped it heavily into the case before motioning for Hei to close it. There was a pause when nothing happened, Gin remained motionless as he savored the moment. It was not until Hei cleared his throat once that Gin was then pulled from his bloody reverie and began wiping his hands on the front of his dark black suit.
"Tch, Hei-kun, have I taught you nothing?" he said casually and out-of-the-blue. "A man should not be so unkind to his blade, naa?" Gin nodded towards the sheathed dagger at Hei's side, the blood now oozing slightly from where it had collected along the blade from earlier. With a graceful flick of his wrist, Gin sliced Shinsou's blade through the space in front of him. The motion shot another bright red arc of blood through the air, painting the carpet and part of the sofa with abstract wet streaks. The sword's blade was now slightly cleaner, and Gin did not hesitate to re-sheath it as he nodded his second towards the elevator.
Gin made a quick study of Hei's body language as he turned and walked away past. The once-over revealed the small favoring of the right shoulder, and quickly he realized that there was some kind of injury to Hei's left. When he finally entered the elevator, Hei suddenly met with Gin's hand, which spun him and pushed him back forcefully so that he connected with the lift's back wall. A small "huh" of confusion and then he was suddenly face to face with his superior, a curious expression crossing Gin's face hidden somewhere behind his typical smile. "Yare yare, Hei-kun," he whispered in feigned surprise. The adrenaline from the kill was still coursing through Gin's veins, so when he spoke it was breathless with thinly veiled excitement. "Don't tell me you let one of them hurt you, naa?" He tsked. "Koraa - that would be such a disappointment."
With the palm of his hand, Gin pressed into the tender flesh of Hei's injured shoulder, teasing it slightly before increasing the pressure, his grin spreading wide as he did so. Hei was now pinned between the wall and his superior, and Gin studied Hei's expression carefully as his hand squeezed slightly harder, searching the small motions of Hei's eyes and his mouth for the indication of a flinch.
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