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[gemellaire]

I so totally just noticed I never stuck Kamui in a log, uhm, l-lol. [fail]

WHO: Kamui, Fuuma. [CLOSED/COMPLETE]
WHAT: Loitering, wandering, being emo, lounging around.
WHERE: Outside of school campus.
WHEN: Afternoon-ish

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[i_pandemonium]

Taking a break from a day's work seemed like a good idea at that moment as Fuuma made his way back to headquarters on foot. Normally, he'd have taken his sputtering, company-issued scooter (undignified as far as he was concerned) but the day's deliveries were few and far between anyway, and not to mention within the immediate vicinity, which was why he opted not to bring it along anymore. It was a calm afternoon, and he thought a walk would do him good.

The school loomed to his left, a wide piece of land bastioned within a thick fence of trees that seemed more like a forest than an actual educational facility. The town was full of them--these trees. He had never been anywhere greener or more fresh, an endless source of shade and light and air

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It had only been a short while, but for a few moments, Kamui had actually believed he could find some peace. Then again, even that seemed to be asking too much in this place, he thought rather irritably to himself. Eyes half-lidded in a lazy and vaguely annoyed manner, he gazed downward at the sound of that all too-familiar voice as a slight frown pressed at his lips.

If anyone knew how to disturb Kamui's peace, it definitely had to be him.

"I would hardly care to join you for anything," Kamui replied icily. He closed his eyes and lifted his leg fluidly up to rest more comfortably on the branch. As an afterthought, he added, "And how I spend my days is no concern of yours."

[i_pandemonium]

Winter arrived a little too early this year, Fuuma mused to himself, amused and not at all surprised at the cold retort. In the time that he had known Kamui, never once had the boy shown him an ounce of warmth he was already too used to it.

"It was merely an offer in case you were in the right temperament." Fuuma chuckled. "Not that you ever are when it comes to me," Shrug. "but you'll never know."

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It was a little annoying. That was, the way he would always brush off his iciness as if it were nothing while they were clearly intended to drive him away. His smile itself was irritating--mostly because there was often one of those split seconds in which Kamui would be unsure of how to respond to them. Of course, he always picked up his angry, annoyed expression again without a hitch. Only Subaru got to see his soft side, after all. He would never let anyone else come close.

Frown pressed tightly on his lips, Kamui asked in vague irritation, "Don't you have better things to do than annoy me all the time?"

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"Come now, you know I don't do that on purpose. As a matter of fact: you, I adore." The boy was relentless, but Fuuma didn't mind--or at least he didn't show it. If anything, Kamui had enough venom for the both of them, and he had enough good humor--perfect dichotomy--and it wouldn't do good to upset that balance for fear that it would drive Kamui away.

Fuuma pushed on. "But it seems that it is indeed a good day to spend sitting atop trees. Mind if I stay down here? It's been a long day..." he asked, folding himself between two thick, knobbly roots.

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Kamui's eyes flew open only to narrow in annoyance in time to match the increasingly deeper frown set on his lips. Of course he minded, his brain snapped vehemently to itself. The last thing he wanted was to spend time with Fuuma while Subaru wasn't around. Without Subaru around, he would occasionally--only occasionally--forget himself and his priorities a little. But, he reminded himself determinedly, no one would ever replace Subaru in his heart. Ever. He had already sworn that, and he was terribly stubborn about it too.

As for Fuuma...

He would blame it on lethargy for now, but he promised himself he wouldn't be so lenient next time. Attacking was more of a favorable action for him when it came to Fuuma.

"...whatever," he grumbled unhappily, pulling his eyes shut again (even though he knew there was no way he would be able to fall asleep now) as his left leg slid off the branch again and dangled leisurely.

[i_pandemonium]

Fuuma resisted the urge to reach out for that slender ankle and just hold it. Everything about Kamui fascinated him: from the curve of his shoulder, the shuffle of his feet on the asphalt, his frostbitten demeanor and everything possibly in between. When, where, or how it started, and he was not one to question, so there, sitting underneath the canopy of green, Fuuma wasn't about to question why looking up at Kamui's ankle was so distracting either.

Not that he'd ever be allowed to say that openly--obviously Kamui would not tolerate saccharine fanfares from him. Especially from him. But it was always such a thrill to do so.

"Any news of your brother?" Fuuma asked nonchalantly, twirling a leaf between his fingers.

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Apparently, his mood would not be improving much within the next few moments. Then again, his mood was always a bit sour whenever Fuuma was about, but mentioning Subaru was pushing it. Kamui could feel a murderous aura slink in about him. It was terribly tempting to hop down and strike the intruder for bringing up his weak point--even if it was out of pure, honest curiosity.

"None of your business," he opted to saying darkly, his body going slightly ridged. It came out sounding more like a threat than a retort, but then again, half of the things Kamui said ended up sounding that way.

He didn't bother inquiring about Fuuma's brother. That simply would have made him even more irritable and possibly put him on a murderous rampage.

[i_pandemonium]

Fuuma chuckled as Kamui put an abrupt end to yet another attempt at a pleasant conversation. Then again, it was always like that with him. The quiet beauty had a way of rebuking almost everything he said, but that didn't deter Fuuma from trying. As much as he liked watching Kamui from afar, it was even better to occasionally ruffle his feathers by just being around.

"If you're not doing anything tonight," the words flowed out of him, bypassing reason as a sudden bite of curiosity jolted him. "Want to come with me?"

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At the question, Kamui vaguely wondered if Fuuma had some sort of death wish. The question, he wondered to himself, was it supposed to be an invitation to one of those...what did humans call them--a date? He nearly scoffed at the notion. There was a little bit of intrigue--he refused to call it "interest"--but he had already promised not to lose to this person. Ever. And he was stubborn about that at least.

"For what reason?" he asked coolly, containing himself quite well, tempted to swing his leg over just a bit to give the human a swift kick (for no apparent reason, really--the urge was just there).

[i_pandemonium]

"Does there always have to be one?" At least Kamui didn't shoot him down as quickly as he had expected. That was saying a lot.

Fuuma briefly wondered at the back of his head if all vampires were like him--cold and unwavering. Subaru didn't seem like that, though, which meant there was still hope no matter how slim it is.

"I won't bite, I promise." he said, smiling up at him.

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"For you, definitely," Kamui snapped back in a flippant manner, letting his dangling leg swing a little. Already, his mood was turning a bit sour. Then again, he always felt that way whenever he spent too much time apart from Subaru. His twin was something of a natural suppressant.

Blatantly ignoring the smile flashed up at him by turning his head stubbornly to the side, Kamui shot back, "But I might."

That persistent smile was getting terribly annoying.

[i_pandemonium]

"That's harsh," But Fuuma caught that small glimmer, and he all but forgot how vicious Kamui can be with his rejection (and how near his shoe had come to smashing through his face).

"But I'd still like to spend this evening with you if you'd let me." Just like everything else about dealing with Kamui, it was a one in a billion chance. Not that that's going to stop him. "You haven't been looking so well, I just thought a change of pace would be nice?"

[gemellaire]

The persistence was a little annoying, and honestly, Kamui was unsure whether he should feel slightly touched or just more annoyed. In retrospect, the former of the two seemed like an incredibly far long-shot. The walls around his heart were thick and many, after all, and the only hole available was left for his twin.

Also, it was then when Kamui noticed. He noticed that Fuuma had noticed. That he had not been feeling well, that was. The notion made a tiny frown of displeasure set on his lips. He hated being read by other people.

"Your persistence will end up killing you one of these days," Kamui retorted sharply and relentlessly, swinging his leg again.

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Fuuma moved his head away from Kamui's poised foot, which was really beginning to make him think he was going to get a kick in the face sometime soon.

"I wouldn't persist so much if you only gave me a chance." Then he caught himself. After all, he didn't want to push, right? "I mean, a chance to take your mind off whatever has been bothering it."

Of course he wouldn't admit that he knew what was on Kamui's mind. There was only one person who occupied it, after all, and that's not at all hard to guess. Fuuma doesn't know the exact details, but the melancholy of his twin's absence was starting to show.

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"I have good reason to give you a chance," Kamui retorted smartly, smoothly moving his arm to brush away a leaf that had fallen on his torso. Which was true enough. It wouldn't be any time soon he would forgive just who his brother was. After all, for Kamui, Subaru always came first and his personal feelings after that.

(Not that he had any personal feelings for Fuuma. None at all. That was nonsense. Entirely. Shut up.)

"And I hardly doubt you will be able to free my mind of worries," he added in a dark tone.

[i_pandemonium]

"And you're being stubborn. I told you time and again it makes you look so cute." It really did, and Fuuma didn't mean that to mock him. In fact, it was some sort of universal rule that all stubborn people are cute, and Kamui certainly is no exception.

"Besides, where's the thrill in being a wimp?" Fuuma practically purred, but found himself laughing at his own pathetic attempt at being remotely sexy. That wasn't going to work--not there and then. "One won't get what one wants without a little persistence."

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...annoying.

Annoying, annoying, annoying.

The word pounded in his mind every time Fuuma opened his mouth. It made him a little restless and a bit more irritable with every passing moment. The flicker in Fuuma's tone, made him open his eyes a fraction more and allow a single eyebrow raise upward into an arch. Kamui wasn't quite sure what to make of that tone, but it grated on his nerves anyway. Fuuma was terribly good at making him incredibly impatient.

"You're annoying," he finally managed to voice his thoughts, his mild look of cautiousness not leaving his face. Scowling a little at the way the human had worded things, he continued, "I couldn't care less about what you want."

He paused.

"And don't call me cute," he snapped irritably.

[i_pandemonium]

"I'm offering company," Fuuma said, steeling his voice a notch just to let the other know that he was, as a matter of fact, serious. Humor obviously wasn't getting him anywhere.

Kamui had evaded him from the very moment they met, and had since then wondered why--if the vampire hated him so much--he was never given a straight answer. It was always an "I don't know" or an "I don't care", but never a "yes" or the more inevitable "no". The gray area of "maybe" was beyond Fuuma's territory, and as to what that means kept him on edge.

And hopeful. That was what he was. Hopeful. That there was something Kamui wasn't telling him--or refused to tell him because Kamui was not one to surrender so easily to anything or anyone (besides his brother, of course). But he was a patient man, a little rejection in small doses wouldn't gut him after all.

"It is an invitation, nothing more, nothing less."

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For the most part, Kamui didn't understand. It was beyond him why this person was always constantly at his side, pestering him for attention and affection (which Kamui was quite impartial to giving). It was beyond him why Fuuma couldn't leave him alone and kept coming back. It was even more difficult to formulate any feelings he had on the manner, since he was intent on shoving them all to the back corner of his mind behind a locked door. He refused to let those out, and because of that, he didn't understand.

"Why," he said suddenly and rather cryptically, shifting his nonchalant gaze over slightly to peer down at the man out of the corner of his eye. Maybe he was feeling lazy today or unmotivated (actually, that seemed to happen more often more frequently as of late), but he hadn't the urge or energy to jump down and pick a physical fight.

"Give me one good reason why," he continued, cool gaze unwavering.