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[WHO] Kamui, Fuuma.
[WHAT] It's an emo confrontation?
[WHERE] Somewhere along the streets.
[WHEN] After this thread.

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[i_pandemonium]

It wasn't difficult finding the boy this time. His haste made him sloppy, predictable. It was when Kamui was aimless that Fuuma could find him easiest--odd, but it was the way such things work. And since it works for him, he was not one to complain.

The heavy void where his knife used to be brought him back to the confrontation that had just flared between them. Same old, same old: Kamui being stubborn and himself being scandalously persistent; same age-old recipe that never really produced desirable results. He vaguely understood Kamui's complex with Subaru (hell if he completely understood; he never felt that way towards Seishirou after all--that'd be wrong on so many levels), but what he couldn't grasp was the boy's unwillingness to help himself. It was not a betrayal to think of himself as important, too, especially when what he needed the most was right there in front of him. It baffled and annoyed Fuuma; it was a cruel trick of fate.

"It's yours if you want," Fuuma stepped out of a side street just as Kamui was about to bump into him. "Consider it a gift."

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Kamui skidded to an awkward halt just before he ran directly into the very person he had been running from. A part of him was thoroughly embarrassed that he had been so easily seen through, as to have been able to predict his path. The other part of him was too caught up in the moment, too upset by the turn of events, too confused, and somehow too hurt. It was too much to think about all at once, and there was nothing more he wanted than to simply tuck the entire scenario away in some obscure corner in the back of his mind, where he wouldn't have to think about it again.

Turning his head away from the hunter, Kamui took a few sharp steps away from him. Still clutching the knife, he held his arm out (knife firmly in his hand).

"I don't want it," he stated firmly, bangs hanging over his eyes to obscure his eyes from sight. Gruffly, he continued, "...you can have it back."

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He almost caught the boy's wrist, but a second of fear(?) was too fast before a chasm was once again between them.

"If you didn't," Fuuma casually shortened the distance, banking on the precarious hope that he wouldn't run away. Not now. "You'd have thrown it away already."

Speaking of...why hadn't he? Could it be..?

No. Of course not. Now THAT's ridiculous.

Fuuma stopped at arm's length--Kamui's arm anyway--and guided the other's hand to curl around the cold, Swiss-red metal. "You shouldn't throw away presents so easily. You'll never know when it'll be useful." he said, gracing him with a pointed look.

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Kamui stiffened slightly at the comment and then at the touch, turning his head back around very slightly to gaze at the hunter through the light veil of his bangs. The entire exchange, he thought to himself, was ridiculous in itself. When had it devolved into a matter of gifts and giving and taking?

Casting his eyes away again, he continued to hold his arm straight out, as if unwilling to close the distance between them. Quietly, and more calmly than he had expected of himself, he scowled, "I don't need it. My hands are weapons enough."

Then, after a long pause, he muttered again, "I can't take anything from you."

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" I wonder why I can't believe that." Fuuma chuckled, knowing he should have already let go but finding no will nor desire to do so. Perhaps Kamui's reluctance to do anything was a sign as well..?

"You are too stubborn for your own good," Fuuma tightened his hold around the vampire's fist. "and Subaru's."

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The slight increase of pressure on his palm only made Kamui duck his head lower to better hide his face from view. He knew he was contradicting himself, but it was very difficult for him to ask for help--exactly because of the stubbornness that Fuuma mentioned. Of course, not that he was going to admit that anytime soon.

But all in all, he was unable to find any words to say in response so he simply shook his head lightly. It was a short, brief, and abrupt motion, and Kamui himself was unsure of what he was trying to convey with it. But as usual, when he was at a loss for words, he simply stayed silent and initiated evasive actions.

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'He's lost,' Fuuma thought, wondering if he guessed right. 'Or just really, really indignant.' Of course, he would have preferred the former.

"Kamui, why are you still so reluctant to ask anything from me when you know I'm willing to give you what I know you need?" he finally asked after deeming the silence between them has dragged on for far too long. He tugged at the other's hand, testing if he would budge.

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Kamui hadn't realized he had left his guard down until he stumbled a fraction towards the hunter upon being gently tugged on. Nevertheless, he continued to keep his face cast in the opposite direction, unsure of how to properly respond to the question. Unconsciously, he clenched his fist a bit tighter, fingers shaking lightly within the man's loose grip.

"I don't ask for help," he muttered coldly, voice stony and unfeeling. "I don't rely on anyone but myself for strength. I can't."

There was a long pause before he finally continued quietly, "...especially not from you."

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There was really no cure for his steadfast obstinacy, Fuuma concluded. At least he couldn't find one at the moment when there were more pressing matters at hand. Even his refusal to look at him was starting to grate on his nerves.

"And if you can't rely on yourself anymore--like right now, what do you plan to do?" Sensing the boy wasn't going to utterly dismiss the small hopeful gesture that was being shown to him, Fuuma pulled Kamui closer but just enough that the other could scratch him had he wished it.

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Feeling weak and vulnerable, Kamui stumbled numbly towards Fuuma yet again in a mindless manner. It had always been that question that plagued him. It was the sole question that he truly could not find the answer to. And the answer, if he ever found it, he feared in itself.

"...I don't know," he mumble stiffly, almost completely inaudible.

Painfully whipping his head back around to glare at Fuuma with angry, confused, hurt eyes, Kamui repeated himself with a shout of a snarl: "I don't know!"

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There it was: the confusion, the helplessness. It somewhat made Fuuma's heart crumple.

Tugging again at the boy's hand, Fuuma pulled him until their foreheads could touch. What the boy would do, he didn't really care anymore. "Hush," he cooed, feeling a little resistance. "You know what to do here," he gently nudged the boy's head with his while his other hand rose to settle over a frantically beating heart. "This...is in for a rude awakening."

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"D--...!"

Kamui began to protest, but the words died on his lips when he was touched. The hunter's words made him stiffen for a moment before then making a feeble attempt to pull away. While he didn't pull his body too far away, he did manage to turn his head away, eyes squeezed angrily shut.

"Don't touch me!" he snapped heatedly, though not making any active attempt to free himself.

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"Stop it." Fuuma's voice took on a hint of steel. "Stop fooling yourself."

He felt the boy begin to crumble, lose sight of his purpose. Frustration? Inadequacy? Fear? Surrender? There were too many possibilities that were not helping Kamui's situation any at all. If Kamui's agitation got the best of him, there was no telling what the boy could and will do, and Fuuma wasn't going to allow that. He wasn't going to allow the boy to hurt himself further.

The man cautiously wound an arm around the vampire's shoulders while his other hand stayed curled around a thin wrist. Then he wondered...if...

"Subaru won't think less of you if you ask for help," he said with a teeny-tiny minuscule almost undetectable hint of jealousy. "You're his brother; he understands."

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Surprisingly to himself, Kamui didn't lash out viciously to push away or even so much as move. Even though anger and overwhelming frustration racked his body, making him shake and quiver, he failed to pull away. At most his eyes flashed a bit in attempt to cover his confusion and feelings of being lost. He ducked his head again and glared at the floor, even as it turned increasingly blurry.

"I only need Subaru," he muttered in a broken tone. "And he should only need me too. I don't need you--..."

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It came as a surprise and a relief that the boy didn't offer any resistance despite the almost perceptible protests his body instinctively reacted with. Small, but not his usual rejection.

A small blade dripping with hurt punctured the thin membrane of pride surrounding Fuuma's heart. Why was it always like that with Kamui? With everybody else--if they saw him as a threat--he was more than perfectly agreeable to that. But Kamui...the boy really did find the cracks to his seemingly impenetrable mask. Of course, he was not about to readily admit that, but the fact that it was there--that small trip in the smooth current of his stride--was enough to truly pique his concern. Bittersweet it was to be the object of hate and wonder by the one he cares about.

"And yet you came to me. You could have found your e if you were really looking for one," Fuuma treaded carefully, somewhat expecting a claw to rip him apart at their proximity. He dared to push further. "Were you, somehow, waiting for me?"

Now, he could really be killed.

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Perhaps it was due to the weakness of hunger that he lacked the will to kill the man at that comment. At least, he would have liked to argue so otherwise. In his state, all he could really manage was a snarl of protest and a feeble jerk of his arms. Pride swelling, Kamui shook his head violently, refusing to admit to any foolish notions such as the one presently at hand.

"You're dreaming," he snapped viciously, ice running in his veins. He ignored the trembling of his arms as he said it and simply shook his head again. "I wasn't thinking then--"

Excuses and all that.

"--wasn't...thinking straight. I--..."