Show me your inner self... [Closed]

[inyourmidst]

Characters: Gin, Shinjiro, and later Cirucci.
Content: The drugs are starting to lose their effect, so Gin has offered to help Shinji find other ways of keeping his Persona under control; namely giving it an outlet of violence.
Setting: In a clearing, a reasonable hike from the fairgrounds.
Time: Mid- to late-afternoon.
Warnings: Sparring and

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[inyourmidst]

Gin could have saved himself from a deeper wound if he'd pulled his hand away quick enough, but he deliberately didn't. He let his sword have one last taste, forcing that thrill of pleasure onto Shinji by proxy, and only then did he take it back.

"I'm only suggesting it because it would make things easier on you," he said airily. "You know what they say. Suppressing that kind of thing only makes it worse, and I think that's where the root of your problem comes from. It's why even the drugs aren't strong enough to keep your Persona contained."

Their little sparring session had been decidedly informative on that matter. Castor wasn't an independent power source, after all. It was built from Shinji's mind in the same way Shinsou was spawned from Gin's soul, so something about Shinji himself had to be giving it strength. From Castor's mere aura, it wasn't hard to make guesses about what it might be. He tilted Shinji's chin with red-stained fingers, studying him.

"What part really bothers you?" he asked. "That you like causing pain? Making people feel fear? Is it the blood? Killing? All of the above? Or is it just because you don't trust yourself with all that power, especially because using it makes you feel good?"

[adiosasshole]

Deep down he knew that was the case. The more he held Castor in the more aggressive it got. But really, what else could he do? Letting Casotr out up here, away from people might work for awhile, but not forever. And while he had considered just going away, maybe to the Badlands or something... he couldn't bring himself to slice those last human ties.

"..." He couldn't really respond to that, some of it was true, some wasn't. But he wasn't sure which was which anymore. He liked to fight, he knew that. He thrilled at the rush of it, but he didn't think of himself as sadistic.

Was he?

"I'm not answering that."

[inyourmidst]

"You know I'm only trying to help," Gin wheedled, flicking the blood from his zanpakuto before resheathing it. His hands stung pleasently from the cuts, and he didn't bother wiping away the blood on his fingers as he tipped Shinjiro's head up.

"People like us," he confided, voice dark and warm like heated molassas. Sticky, clinging. "We can learn to get along with our little habits just fine. It just a matter of finding the right sort of outlets..."

He let that hang speculatively, leaning forward just enough to scrape his lips against Shinji's again. They tasted like blood, although at this point it was impossible to tell if it was Shinji's or his own.

[adiosasshole]

"Yeah... but I don't need your kind of outlet, Ichima-" He trailed off as Gin got close, smelling the coppery tang in the air between them. His tongue flicked out before he could really think catching some of that blood and relishing it.

But the moment he realized what he was doing Shinjiro jerked away. Gin was like a snake; could hypnotize his way in close before you realized it. And at this rate Shinji was much more bird than mongoose.

[inyourmidst]

Gin did him the courtesy of not laughing outright at him, but he did look unreasonably smug about the whole thing. "Are you so sure? You seem to be learning to like them."

But though he could have easily pressed for heat and closeness again as he usually did when they was alone, he turned away instead and with smooth, efficient movements cut two lengths from the excess of his sash and wound them around his hands as makeshift bandages. They'd both been wounded now, only shallowly, but bleeding enough to look as though they might be serious, and he hid a secretive smirk as he tied the cloth off with his teeth.

"We're done for now," he announced, glancing back at Shinji and gesturing at the path. "I think this little adventure taught me everything I wanted to know."