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Dec 04, 2011 01:29

Characters: Kuroro, OPEN
Location: Jailcell
Rating: Gen...?
Time: January 4, Morning to January 10, Evening.
Description: Kuroro's confined in prison for misbehavior. You can visit him, whether he likes it or not.

( Actually, he doesn't want anyone to visit. Figures that's why people will come, anyway. )

kurapika, kuroro lucifer, rokudo mukuro, cloud strife, kumagawa misogi

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January 5 morning ih8spiders December 7 2011, 03:28:24 UTC

He woke up telling himself that he wasn't going to visit Kuroro anymore, not after what had happened yesterday, but a nightmare of Nobunaga slitting his throat in his sleep and Shalnark gouging his eyes out and presenting them to Kuroro in prison had left him feeling exhausted, unsettled and ill. He went through breakfast in a daze, and only as he was cleaning up did he realize that he'd made two sandwiches without meaning to, one for himself and another for his absent partner. It would be a waste of good food if he kept it for lunch, probably wouldn't be able to keep it down, anyway. Not that he could be certain that Kuroro wouldn't refuse it like yesterday, but the second sandwich was his. Kurapika had gone through the motions and automatically made a second serving for his partner even without having to think about it ( ... )

alphaspider December 7 2011, 04:32:38 UTC

He'd eaten the stew and the bread eventually, sometime in the middle of the night when even his lethargy became no match for the instinct to forage for food when hungry, particularly when food was just a few feet away. He'd had the staff in the building heat it for him, eaten everything with avarice, and promptly went back to staring up at the ceiling until morning thinking about nothing in particular.

Kuroro hadn't thought Kurapika would be back today, either, and he blinked at the blond from his place on the bed when Kurapika was shown in (he'd just completely ignored the staff like a boss). It was natural for him to notice things, like the tight paleness of his partner's face. Worrying himself to death, probably, although over what, Kuroro couldn't identify yet.

ih8spiders December 7 2011, 06:00:09 UTC

Kurapika held up the bag containing the turkey sandwich and the thermos of warm milk he'd gone out of his way to heat in a saucepan--but Kuroro didn't have to know that, or that he'd automatically made Kuroro's share without meaning to. "Breakfast. I made too much," he explained stiffly, as if he didn't have neighbors he could easily share with. And he'd learned his lesson; he didn't wait for Kuroro to comment and set both items on the narrow shelf of the opening. He couldn't see any signs of the stew or the bag of bread from yesterday; either Kuroro had eaten it all or had thrown it away, and he wasn't going to ask.

alphaspider December 7 2011, 13:30:50 UTC

Kuroro stared at Kurapika in mild bewilderment, confused at all of this food. On any other day, he would have liked it and would have eaten all of the things being offered on his plate, but what part of wanting to be left alone was so difficult to understand? Kuroro had spent so much time wooing and bothering Kurapika that now that their positions were reversed, he was finding out just how much of a pest he must have been.

He blinked. "I just finished eating what you brought last night," he put in with an eyebrow raised, easing himself up on an elbow to peer at the food on the shelf.

ih8spiders December 7 2011, 14:08:50 UTC

Oh. Well. Of course Kuroro would have finished the stew, it was damn good stew for a first attempt, he didn't even overcook the carrots or made the sauce too runny. But that didn't mean anything. Kuroro probably eventually got hungry enough to rouse from his lethargy, and his childhood would have instilled in him a reluctance to let anything edible go to waste ( ... )

alphaspider December 7 2011, 14:23:17 UTC

Slowly, Kuroro pushed himself to a sitting position, and got to his feet, striding forward to look through the bars at Kurapika. He didn't reach for the notebook, but he did give it a cursory look -- Stein's classes interested him about as much as the fact that Kurapika had walked this far in the cold just to bring him something in a thermos (when did they have a thermos?) and a sandwich, this early in the morning.

He stuck his hand out and grasped the edge of the notebook, not taking his eyes off Kurapika's face. If there was one thing he was good at, it was reading everything, and Kurapika wasn't wearing a blank a mask as he probably hoped he did. "Why are you doing this?" he asked carefully.

ih8spiders December 7 2011, 14:24:09 UTC

It wasn't just milk and a sandwich. It was warm milk and a particularly thick sandwich, with a fat slab of turkey ham, and he hadn't skimped on the cheese and vegetables. It was a healthy, cholesterol-free meal in and of itself, and if Kurapika were to be honest, the combination was something he'd find comforting on a cold day. But of course, what he would have liked to eat if he ever found himself locked up in prison in winter wasn't necessarily what Kuroro would have wanted to eat, so perhaps he was just being selfish.

Kurapika let go of the notebook the moment Kuroro asked his question. He could just say that he didn't know, because he really didn't know--he felt guilty, he felt responsible somehow, no matter how much Kuroro deserved to be behind bars for everything else he'd done, this was something he couldn't have helped, because even he felt like lashing out at the thought that he'd never see China again--and this was just a way to keep Kuroro contained until sense found him again, so there was no reason why he couldn't try to ( ... )

alphaspider December 7 2011, 14:31:10 UTC

He didn't really know what to make of that anwswer, brought up more questions than answers. Was Kurapika doing this out of obligation as a partner, or because he truly thought they were a partnership, along with all of its necessary attachments? Had they gone that far already in the past half a year, despite the blond's own resistance?

Kuroro's hand dropped to his side, notebook secured, and raised his free hand to card through Kurapika's hair in one smooth motion -- just enough to force Kurapika to meet his eyes. To what? Kuroro stared at him with an unreadable expression on his face before suddenly turning around and walking back to his cot. He sat down, pulled his feet up on the cot, and opened the notebook to browse through the neat handwriting.

"Tomorrow," he said heavily, thoughtfully, without looking up from the notebook, "Bring me a change of clothes."

ih8spiders December 7 2011, 14:32:57 UTC

It was a testament to how tired he was that he didn't even jerk away when he registered Kuroro's hand reaching for his head through the bars, and it was too late for reactions when he felt Kuroro's fingers carding through his hair. The action had served its purpose, though--he'd frozen, head held in place and eyes unable to look away from Kuroro's unnerving stare. Then as quickly as it had happened, it was over, whatever spell had been cast was broken, and Kuroro was striding back to his cot, sitting down, flipping through the notebook, and leaving him standing by the bars listening to the sound of his heartbeat banging against his ears.

Kurapika dimly noted Kuroro's request for fresh clothes, the implication that Kuroro was expecting him to come by again tomorrow--or did he already know that he was already planning on visiting every day? He tried to make a sound of acknowledgment, to say that he wasn't going to come by, or yes, okay, a change of clothes, but the only thing that came out was a strangled sort of really pathetic growl- ( ... )

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