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hello darkness, hello goodbye;

Jan 13, 2009 05:48

Day: 21
Characters: Hisoka Kurosaki soukahisoka, Grell Sutcliff chainsaw_juliet, Matt loadsavedgame, Joshua naturalpuppy, Rin cutest_avenger, Reeve felis_fidelus
Summary: Hisoka is using his empathy to recover, if not his own memories, at least others' memories of him. At least that's something.
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Status: Open to those listed above, who replied to this post with an affirmative, and feel like logging ( Read more... )

† hisoka kurosaki, † reeve tuesti, † rin asano, † joshua, † matt, † grell sutcliff

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REEVEY'S ROOM: CELL 26; afternoon soukahisoka January 16 2009, 07:24:35 UTC

It had been a busy day, and Hisoka's head was aching from the impact of all the memories he had already managed to absorb -- not to mention the impact of all those unwanted, irrelevant feelings and thoughts that those who'd helped him couldn't also help but feel, which Hisoka couldn't help but pick up.

He stopped in front of cell 26 after a tortuously slow progress down the hallway, and knocked upon the door. "Reeve?" he called quietly. "It's Hisoka. I'm here about earlier."

felis_fidelus January 16 2009, 07:29:56 UTC

He was having a rare lucid moment when Hisoka came knocking, and Reeve was able to place the name without having to dig too hard through his shattered mind. "... door's open," he said, voice hoarse. "Let y'rself in. Kinda... can't make it up."

Which would be obvious as soon as the kid saw him, because really, bruises and cuts like that didn't go unnoticed. Neither did blood stains like the large one on the floor. If he hadn't been in so much pain, he might have considered making himself at least look presentable.

soukahisoka January 16 2009, 07:35:14 UTC

Hisoka pushed the door open, and then stopped short in the doorway, mute at the sight. Reeve looked like nothing so much as a tattered doll in the form of a man, with a man's wry, weary almost-smile, that bled like a man judging from the pool on the floor, but could not possibly be a man, because how could a man sustain so much damage and continue to exist? Hisoka swallowed hard.

"If you're in this much pain, perhaps we shouldn't," Hisoka said softly. "I can... I can wait. It's been a trying time."

Not to mention the fact that Reeve's physical pain was going to taint every emotion and memory Hisoka was likely to pick up, like a splitting, staticky red overlay on it all. Just being in the room made his empathy feel crushing, like a blanket made of anvils and wrapped snugly close.

felis_fidelus January 16 2009, 07:52:23 UTC

"S' always... a tryin' time, here," Reeve replied wryly, folding his good arm back over his stomach. "Won' hurt me t' talk. Promise."

He narrowed his eyes, getting a better look at the young empath who had come in. Supernaturally green eyes-- if Reeve didn't know better, he'd have thought them an unusual by-product of Mako exposure. A solemn face, and a soft voice that had a note of hesitance to it. Reeve sighed. "... if y'r... afraid... it c'n wait. But... t' be honest, 'm not sure if I'll be better 'r worse tomorrow. Depends. Rather give y' wha' y' need...." Stopping to catch his breath, he stared straight at Hisoka, a flicker of the determination that had kept him alive so far showing through. "Rather do it now, when I know I c'n do it."

soukahisoka January 16 2009, 08:22:18 UTC

Hisoka nodded once, respecting the strength that gleamed in Reeve's dark eyes, that shone in his empathy like one bright candle held against an endless dark. "You don't need to talk," he said, bypassing the preliminaries as he did whenever given half a chance to do things his way ( ... )

felis_fidelus January 16 2009, 08:40:20 UTC

The explanation made Reeve freeze. So that was how Hisoka was going to regain his memories. Recalling the events and feelings of past conversations... and probably picking up on Reeve's current pain as well. Worse still, the subject matter was going to be agonizing for both of them. "... I'll... try." He swallowed hard, staring Hisoka down. "If... y'r sure. This... won' be pleasant in th' slightest ( ... )

soukahisoka January 16 2009, 09:39:40 UTC

The first thing Hisoka got when he put his trembling fingers on Reeve's wrist was pain, hissing, red, and endless. Every joint, every organ, every muscle, every cell. Pain. Almost impossible to ignore, and only because Reeve was making a herculean effort was Hisoka able to maneuver past it, beneath it, although his fingers seized around Reeve's wrist, clamping on tight for a hold to something solid ( ... )

felis_fidelus January 16 2009, 10:02:33 UTC

Barely registering the grip on his wrist (the scarring from the burns dulled any feeling there), Reeve tried to keep a grip on the present, a hold on the here and now and not on the past, the... Gaia, those years, those years of helplessness and self-loathing and ( ... )

soukahisoka January 16 2009, 10:52:29 UTC

Reeve broke Hisoka's grip and shoved him away, which left Hisoka huddled on the floor by the side of the bed. A short, sharp sob escaped the boy, and Hisoka put his face in his hands, years of shame and torment and defenselessness, compressed and jumpy, playing before his eyes like a cinematic reel. Reeve's memories weren't his own, but the pain that came with them might as well have been ( ... )

felis_fidelus January 17 2009, 04:48:42 UTC

The sob did it. Reeve covered his eyes before the tears could fall, trying to fake an air of neutrality. This was... it was like violating Hisoka, unintentionally, with his own uncontrollable memory. Making him relive every touch, every murmur, the false comfort and the endless variations on the same pain and shame-- it was degrading enough to have someone know, but to actually know each detail? And to have to relive it, Gaia, it was like his uncle had come out of the past and violated Hisoka too ( ... )

soukahisoka January 18 2009, 09:14:26 UTC

A gun to his temple or a knife at his throat would have been less perilous to the empath than being in a room with Reeve at the point of breakdown. Hisoka could feel Reeve slipping, could feel the misty phantoms of the past and how they clawed and claimed him. Reeve wasn't Tsuzuki, Hisoka owed him nothing... except that Reeve had given Hisoka the memories he had asked for, while in terrible pain himself ( ... )

felis_fidelus January 18 2009, 09:43:00 UTC

"... don' wan' y' t' stay." If touch had driven Hisoka to his knees, when the memories had not even reached their worst, then chances were the boy could pick up on them now. Or if not and he needed to touch to gain rapport, he still needed to get out of there, to sort it all out and push it out of his system. It was Reeve's pain, his shame and burden. He didn't want anyone else to have to shoulder it. "G' on. Please."

Reeve didn't even have to mention how ill and drawn the boy looked now. It was a stark contrast to how Hisoka had looked when he'd first entered the room. His memories had done this. His memories, his pain. It wasn't fair.

Once the boy-- even his name was slipping now, under the shroud of red that clouded his vision-- had staggered out, once Reeve could no longer hear faint footsteps in the hallway... then it was all right. Curling over on his side, he began to weep bitter tears. He was too tired, too weak to keep the shadows at bay any longer. Too tired to deny the hissing voice in his ear (stay still, be good, don't ( ... )

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