[ finished ] need help getting out of the cursed land of frickin' trees. stfu.

[bulletsforbadou]

Who: Badou Nails [bulletsforbadou] and Yuu Kanda [sacredsyllable].
What: In which Badou arrives in the Spiral, keeps going in circles (the tragic pun!) and he seriously needs someone to show him the way to civilisation. Because Haine is an unsympathetic asshole and he should just DIE. And stumbles upon Kanda, of all people.
Where: Somewhere with a disturbing amount of trees. A

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Kanda was silent for a few, long moments. His fingers had tightened discreetly along the glossy black hilt of the sword in his lap in an action he couldn't even consciously remember performing. He hated to admit it even in the safety of his own mind, but there was something about Badou that made it near impossible to relax. Sharp grey eyes, never lessening in severity, were nonetheless curiously fixated on the man not two feet away from him. His prescence was more like being smack in the middle of a horde of level 2 akuma than in the company of other exorcists. The beansprout, the other eyepatched idiot hellbent on making his life difficult, even Rinali on a warpath ... this was different.

Kanda was far from worried. But it didn't stop the electric edge from fizzling up his spine and back down through his nerves, tingling in his fingertips that longed to draw Mugen as soon as he was given enough reason.

For him, "enough reason" usually wasn't much. He'd behaved pretty miraculously for his piss-poor mood after nearly being smeared across the Ark. Tch. As if.

Orange light flickered weakly, casting wayward, billowing shadows across the musty confines of the room. The swordsman frowned, a mild glower peering out from the shadow of bangs as his shoulder blades tensed against the wall, wayward strands of sleek black hair obscuring his discerning stare. He felt the air grow thick with tense with mounting minutes that slingshot by. Involuntarily, or even instinctively, his breathing slowed. It bothered him more than he would have liked to know that Badou was fighting internally for something, and he couldn't figure it out. The redhead's words even faded in his ears, as if they were being spoken from far away. Small talk.

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The silence was anything but comfortable, anything but safe. At the brink of a razor sharp balance so fragile it's just waiting to shatter. Badou found himself smiling at cracked wall despite himself. Somehow. It almost felt like home.

He just needed to figure out whether that was a good thing or otherwise.

Noticing the lack of reply from Kanda, Badou turned his head, just enough to catch a glimpse of tense muscles and a frown. Of the fingers curling over the sword. He had to physically restrain his hands from shooting out and grabbing for said weapon, because even the red mist couldn't render him foolish enough. Really. He missed his guns.

He inhaled deeply, shifting again so that he had his back against the tempting weapon. Against Kanda. He closed his eye and see red instead of black. "Man, tell me if you wanna die or something, 'cause it ain't fun talking alone."

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There was an almost delicate rise and fall of Kanda's shoulder in a shrug. His hands relinquished their prized position against Mugen to fold loosely in his lap, the pads of his fingers trailing over the white bandages at his chest that concealed his lifeline.

"Whatever. I won't die here," he said more out of habit than anything, tossing a wayward glance towards some unfocused point in the corner of the room. It was true. The seared flesh of his hand was healing faster now, darkened skin melding into the thriving white of healthy tissue. It was a small, fleeting comfort to know that the ability hadn't completely deteriorated.

He needed to start figuring out ways to make it back to the Black Order. Back to that flower. Kanda's eyes slipped shut momentarily, the pink petals dancing in graceful, floating patterns on the backs of his eyelids. There were only two that had fallen when he left. He wondered if there were more now.

It was a constant reminder. He couldn't afford to let other people's problems become his problems.

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"Your optimism is very inspiring," Badou retorted dryly, imagining red threads spiraling and coiling and snaking around his limbs.

He could almost hear the fatigue in Kanda's voice, the determination and the obstinacy as solid as the threads. Badou rolled onto his back and propped himself up on his elbows. He nudged the swordsman's knee. Kanda looked as if he was focused on something Badou couldn't see. "Sleep. Gotta need rest to back up those words, you know."

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Kanda cracked an eye open at the nudge, gruffly trying to swat the offending elbow away with the thick heel of his boot. The main difference now was the fact that there was no real violent intent in the swordsman's actions. It looked like he'd dropped the subject of maiming Badou for now.

"Shut up," he countered hazily, obvious Kanda-speak for 'probably'. His chin was already dipping low as exhaustion washed over him in warm, inviting waves. Telling him to sleep for just a while, because when he awoke all his scars would be nothing more than a fading memory. The weathered creases plaguing his face smoothed into oblivion, and Kanda transformed from world-weary exorcist to slumbering eighteen-year-old.

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Badou smiled at the slow comeback, easing back onto the floor and the welcoming embrace of hard wood and discomfort. He tucked a hand underneath his head, pressing down onto his makeshift pillow and tried to soak as much warmth as the worn jacket allow.

Kanda looked younger when he slept, Badou noticed. Younger and devoid of all that intensity that defined his attitude when he was awake. It was quite a change, and Badou decided that yeah. He could deal with a sleeping Kanda. Hell, he could deal with any type of Kanda, as long as it wasn't trying to kill him with swords or smart assery.

The light flickered, again and again and again, casting curious shadow play on the wall and Kanda's near-peaceful face. Badou shifted again and closed his eyes, almost relishing in the tranquility of darkness when sleep beckoned.

[[ OOC: Ending the long then, Kanda-mun? =) ]]

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[[ooc: That ought to do it. ♥]]

[bulletsforbadou]

[[ OOC: Anyhow, thanks so much! XD I had tons of fun and am anticipating the next log with Kanda, whenever that would be. ♥___♥ You are made of awesome! ]]

[sacredsyllable]

[[ooc: No way, thank you. xD Badou seriously owns my soul and they both crack me up together. I'm always up for another log--this way or AIM! Feel free to hit me up at takeda calvary. ♥]]