The Customer is Always Right... right?
Who: OPEN.
When: The day of August 31
Where: Sector 5, at the Cat's Eye Bistro
Summary: Mysterious flowering cherry trees have sprung up overnight. They're beautiful, but their petals have some strange effects...
Warnings: Eventual violence thanks to an out of control 07 Ghost. Aside from that, just mark your warnings in the subject!
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When: The day of August 31
Where: Sector 5, at the Cat's Eye Bistro
Summary: Mysterious flowering cherry trees have sprung up overnight. They're beautiful, but their petals have some strange effects...
Warnings: Eventual violence thanks to an out of control 07 Ghost. Aside from that, just mark your warnings in the subject!
The up side of ( Read more... )
Because sometimes. . .sometimes that's all a man needed. And if anyone were equipped to handle it, Kurogane knew it was him.
So he sinks into that chair, his gaze trained firmly on the blond, and does nothing to halt Fai's progression. Not even as fingers slink into his hair and tug, neck exposed with a willing tilt, and yet those crimson eyes stay locked on Fai's ever move. Warning enough that if he had wanted to end this he could. . .but this was the price he had paid without hesitation, and if this were to be the means spun in its wake. . .
Still, there's a gritting of teeth as fangs pierce skin. Nothing at all kind but rather shaken by the whirlwind consuming the man straddling him. He could address those questions later but for now. . .
A hand settles at Fai's hip, fingers firm in their grip. Only after sever long moments does he release a low growl, secondary warning. He could take what was needed but Kurogane wouldn't tolerate anything more. Not in this state. . .not to indulge whatever fury had taken the magician.
Fai might have started this, but he had no qualms about ending it.]
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It grated just as much as everything else does right then and yet... Fai didn't have it in him to be intentionally, painfully, cruel. At least not physically, with this necessity between them. Sharp word and distance, yes, because those are more for his own self-preservation and the necessity to reestablish that line. But then again... the need for that line, if Kurogane's past is true, is something of a moot point. And to his hazy mind right then, there's more than one way to claim back a bit of control over this man, over this situation, over this chaotic roil of emotions and sensations threatening to tear him apart from within right then.
Which is why he closes his eye and loosens his grip in the ninja's hair, draws his fingers in a light massage over the man's scalp, as if to sooth the hurt inflicted there... and then he shifts his hips. Not much. Just a little, barely there rocking motion as he meets that growl with a low hum, draws one last time on the coppery-sweet blood before slowly licking across the open wound.]
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Confusing indeed.
He's careful not to twist his head with teeth still embedded within his neck. But, touch alone tells him what's needed of this situation - the relenting of fingers, the slowly drawn close of mouth over skin, the warmth swipe of tongue. . .the roll of those hips. His hand clamps down at that, tight against Fai's hip. Another warning.
That wasn't a game to be played. Not like this.
Far too much going on to even consider the consequences, and for his part, Kurogane didn't care to add to the tangled lines between them. After all, there was enough here to unravel, questions still unanswered. Voice is smooth, even despite the unrest within him. All that's given of that storm within is a dark glint in his eyes, that bite of weapon-worn fingers against skin.]
You can think what you want, but you don't get to tell me what I feel and don't feel.
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And he proves this by brushing his lips across blood-slick skin, lets his tongue flick out once again to catch the last few drops, clearly unwilling to listen to the warnings being given to him right them.
And proof of that came in the brush of bloodied lips up the column of the ninja's neck, lips barely brushing the delicate shell of his ear, accompanied by another little shift despite the hand at his hip.]
...I don't recall saying anything of the sort, Kurogane.
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You made it plain enough. . .
[His grip tightens. Tipping his head away from that roaming mouth, Kurogane sets his other hand upon Fai's wrist. This wasn't. . .Mouth forms a hard line.
With his next breath, Kurogane rises to his feet. A swift release that comes with no prior warning. Only the slip of hands from the blond's body, complete extraction. Because this. . .well, it wasn't them. . .and it sure as hell wasn't how he'd ever want any of that to go.]
I don't know what the hell's gotten into you tonight, but this is over.
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Except.
His elbow slammed painfully against the table, the corner dragging sharply against his forearm with the fall - right before landing rather bruisingly on his tailbone with a startled cry. One that he cuts off as quickly as it starts.
He sits there a frozen moment before looking around slowly, blinking in confusion - and then he tastes it - the blood on his lips still. He turns a wide-eyed look up at the man before him, something borederlining with fear in his gaze as his hand lifts to cover his lips.]
...Kuro-sama? Where... what... what happened?
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Taking a short step forward -]
Hah?! What the hell do you mean what happened? You've been here the whole damn time!
[Really, that was just a bit too much even if Fai's sudden memory loss was real.]
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The other wrist was equally unmarred.
The nauseous feeling begins to increase as he scrambles to his feet, gaze drifting up to the ninja's neck. Where traces of blood could be seen... all the way up the tanned neck to his jaw.
The step back in involuntary, as is the way the color drains from his face at the sight. A shocked disbelief, clear and unfeigned, is there in his expression.]
I... I don't... the last thing I remember is getting annoyed and cleaning up the flowers. After that...nothing...
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[Genuine then. Kurogane lets out a heavy breath, lifting his hand to his neck to rub at the spot that eye had been trained on. It still ached, but nothing worth that look. Especially if something else had had a hold over the blond. . .the only question then was what, if that was indeed the case.
Crimson eyes settle on the other man, steady but keen. The details picked apart easily though judgment reserved.]
Oi, don't go getting any weird ideas now, magician. I don't know what the hell was going on just now, but I'm fine.
[He squares up his stance. Giving a slight kick of his head to what had been Fai's own wounded area -]
And you had better be feeling that was as well.
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[Fai's hand lifted up to touch his own, now perfectly smooth and healed neck, his own expression slowly fading to a slight daze. He can't help but stand there another moment, blinking owlishly at the larger man, before he gives his head a shake and lets his hand fall.]
I'm fine. It's healed now. I ah... we should get cleaned up and get the house settled before Sakura comes home.
[He starts to turn away, then pauses long enough to cut a glance back at Kurogane, unsure.] After that, did you want to speak to Frau? He seems stable, now. Maybe a little shaken.
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Not that he seemed to mind. No different from suffering a wound in battle for the sake of a word given before it. All things would heal, this and others.
Still, there's blood to be wiped clean, evidence erased. He begins to move towards the bar, looking about for a towel to dampen.]
I wouldn't mind hearing what that guy has to say about all of this.
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[He steps over to the table and lifts the paper bag of petals, then walks it over to the trash and drops it all in, before moving over to join Kurogane. He offers the man a clean towel without a word so that he could clean the blood off himself, before getting another for himself.
Or well, for him to use, as he also grabs the bleach from the supply closet and heads right back to clean the blood up off the floor.]
Whatever this is... it's not natural. Things have been strange here all day. Some of my usual customers, polite elderly people, were shouting and being rude to Rain or Sakura. Rain's own speech was off - bolder or more rude. I even had to break up a few fights! But nothing like Frau, or well... that...
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Kurogane tips his head towards Fai. If it wasn't just one person, but even those deemed 'normal' for this world then just what the hell had such a broad-based effect? Especially if he himself had been unaffected despite being around the same areas. . .couldn't be the cafe alone then.
Lips pulled to a tight line, he turns around to face the other man, towel set to neck to swipe away the residual blood. His eyes briefly scan over the trash can.]
Did you notice anything different this morning? Anything new. . .or maybe just out of place from its usual spot. . .
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[There's a definite frown in place as Fai kneels down, begins to clean up the bits of his own blood that had fallen to the floor. He falls silent for a long moment, carefully running the days events over in his mind before he let out a sudden string of curses.
His gaze snaps up to the trashcan and narrows, long fingers leaving the towel on the floor as he pushes up to stride back across the room and stare down inside the bin.]
The sakura petals. I thought their fragrance lovely so I made a special tea with them today. Everyone that has had issues today has ingested them through the tea... except me.
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Though with the mention of the petals, he tipped his head to the right, keen in gaze once more.
What do you mean 'except you'?
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[He frowns at the idea - and then takes a step closer and leans in towards the trash, fully intent on touching the petals he'd only just thrown away moments before.]
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