[closed log]
Characters: couragemantra, ih8spiders, and alphaspider.
Location: Kurapika and Kuroro's apartment.
Rating: PG?
Time: October 25, in the evening after Kurt makes his post and after this thread.
Description: These two guys use Kurapika's healing powers to restore Kurt's voice.
( Aka here is why I'm going to have him talking normally starting next day change. )
Location: Kurapika and Kuroro's apartment.
Rating: PG?
Time: October 25, in the evening after Kurt makes his post and after this thread.
Description: These two guys use Kurapika's healing powers to restore Kurt's voice.
( Aka here is why I'm going to have him talking normally starting next day change. )
So perhaps he'd be forgiven for feeling a bit apprehensive about Kurt's request, despite being pleased at the chance to help the other boy and erase the shameful memory of his brief stint as a fake thief. The throat was as delicate as any body part as far as his skills were concerned, and this was doubly important because Kurt treasured his singing voice. Kurapika was deathly afraid of failing here, even if he wasn't showing it.
The quiet knock at their apartment door had him scrambling to shove the anatomy book he'd borrowed from the library under his bedcovers, and he stumbled out of the room in his haste to make sure that Kuroro wouldn't pull anything.
"Coming!" he called out.
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Well, maybe the thought had passed through his mind.
It was funny to see Kurapika scramble around for the door, though. This was the kid he'd left that note for during their little stealing stint, right? No wonder Kurapika wanted to help so much, probably wanted to redeem himself or something.
"If you trip, it won't make a good impression," he teased, closing his book and depositing the sheaf of Chinese characters on the coffee table.
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"Hey." He greeted Kurapika with the throaty whisper four days of healing and preserving his voice had left him with. It was probably all right to say monosyllabic words like that, right? He was presumably going to be healed by the time this was through, either way.
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"Hi. Come in!" Kurapika suppressed the urge to tell Kurt to just stick to non-verbal replies as he stepped to the side. This was as awkward as when he returned the iPhone, but at least their flat felt more lived-in now, and as neat as he could make it without dumping all of Kuroro's books in the main bedroom. Speaking of--
"This is Kuroro," he added, pointing at said meister still seated at the couch. He hadn't degenerated to the point of including "my meister" or "my partner" in his introductions, especially with Kuroro around to hear it and gloat, so Kurt would just have to guess at their association. "I don't know if you've met?"
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Kurt was probably going to need the couch, so Kuroro got out of the way, reaching over and plucking one of the dining stools over to set it beside the sofa. It'd be easier to hold Kurapika up later than keeping level with the patient. He wasn't sure if Kurapika wanted to dally on small talk and other courtesies, so Kuroro just let his partner take over this one.
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He looked around anxiously as Kuroro prepared the stool and exchanged a look with Kurapika at first, as if to ask if it was okay, before heading over to the couch. Apparently they were going to do this there. After sitting down, he removed the scarf he wore around his neck, followed by the bandage covering the surgery wound. The wound itself was mostly healed already, the stitches having been removed that very day, but it still felt odd leaving it be without a bandage so Kurt chose to keep it. Besides, the bandage covered the residual bruising, which he was also pretty ashamed of. He wondered if either of these two would have anything to say about it, and hoped not.
"Ready when you are," he whispered.
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It showed how desperate the other boy was, that he'd place his trust in people he barely knew, and Kurapika was determined to keep any part of his and Kuroro's bloody history from tainting that trust. Speaking of--he highly doubted that Kurt would agree to being healed by them if he had even the slightest inkling of Kuroro's strength and original occupation. It made for a perverse image, for a killer to be wrapping chains around someone's neck with the intention to heal.
The blond parked himself beside Kuroro sitting on the stool, but didn't change right away. He didn't comment, either, when Kurt removed the bandages around his neck and exposed the bruising that had yet to start fading, but he was obviously looking.
"I should ask before we proceed. My weapon form is two short swords connected by a chain. For us to work on your throat, Kuroro would have to wrap the chain around your neck, and I don't know if you'll be all right with that position."
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"I'll be gentle," he promised with a winning smile, pushing himself up by a foot to perch his bottom on the stool. "It doesn't look it, but we've healed a lot of people in the clinic." Or Kurapika had. In terms of effort, it was really more of Kurapika doing all the work and Kuroro just providing the energy and movement necessary for the venture.
With a last encouraging smile, he reached down and grabbed Kurapika's hand in his. Because it was the partner thing to do, the kind of thing Kurapika avoided like a plague and obviously the sort of thing Kuroro would push for because dragging Kurapika kicking and screaming out of his comfort zone was Kuroro's number one specialty.
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The choice was clear. He doubted it would be all that bad. Gentleness would definitely be appreciated, too. He fixed both of them with a determined expression and nodded twice. "That's fine."
The... uh... hand-holding as a little bit of a surprise, though. Upon noticing that, Kurt immediately looked away and proceeded to not think about it. That was probably the partner thing to do, after all. Maybe he'd have to hold Dave's hand before he transformed some day in the near future. It didn't mean anything...
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But Kurt had given his permission, at least, and only a few seconds passed between Kuroro grabbing his hand and his transformation--a few seconds where his face reflexively contorted into an expression of bewildered, surprised outrage. "Don't just grab at me like that!" he exclaimed indignantly, right in the middle of his body shifting into weapon form. It probably looked and sounded odd, his disembodied voice floating out of the ball of light that was quickly coalescing into a pair of daggers.
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"Sorry, I forgot," he lied, and was so obvious about the lying Kurapika wouldn't even need to resonate with him to know it. Kuroro was moving towards Kurt a moment later, holding one of the knives by his shoulder, blade turned away, before looping the chain around his neck twice. Nothing too tight. "Your turn, Kurapika."
He grinned at Kurt. "This is all I do, really."
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The chain indeed wasn't too tight, but he couldn't help feeling just a bit apprehensive regardless. He didn't know how this worked at all, didn't know if it would hurt or feel uncomfortable. He sat still thought, and gave Kuroro a half-smile in return.
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"Liar," the blond groused as began the process of cycling and amplifying Kuroro's soul wavelength with his own--faltering at first, affected by his present vexation, until he made the conscious decision to set it aside and concentrate on what he'd promised to do for Kurt's throat. Perhaps he should be worried; it was getting ridiculously easy, parceling his emotions in this manner.
Get him to talk. I need to see how his vocal cords move, he told Kuroro mentally.
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"How unfair, reading my mind like that," he teased without remorse. Kuroro pushed the thoughts away from the forefront of his mind, turning his attention to Kurt instead. He peered at the singer's throat and eyed the bruises there with some curiosity about the person who had done this. Kuroro had never been one to strangle people to death; he usually needed them to talk if he had to steal their abilities.
"Kurapika says I should get you to talk. Tell me about the world you're from and what you do there," Kuroro instructed with an encouraging smile.
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His eyes dropped down a little, looking at the scarf in his hands. "There's not much more to say... but I can probably think up more stuff if you want me to keep talking?"
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Of course, he had to do his best. Anything less would be unacceptable. Kurt's description of his world (really unremarkable, with nothing to distinguish it other than the sheer normality of things, and the lack of anything close to the danger he and Kuroro faced in their world on a daily basis) only cemented Kurapika's impression that his voice could be as dear to him as life itself.
Ready, he told Kuroro, the only warning he gave before triggering his healing ability, sending their combined wavelengths racing up and down the length of chain wrapped around Kurt's throat. The energy hummed in his ears, engulfed him like a stiff current of warm air, and he briefly wondered if anyone observing him would be able to see the power he was tossing around. He missed being able to use gyo.
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