I'd give it all; I'd give for us.

[kill_joo_ded]

Characters: Horst Cabal (ahandsomedevil), Yuca Collabell (neverquitedies), Negi Springfield (notamageiswear), Inugami Kotarou (breakingurface), Killua Zoldyck (kill_joo_ded). Also Asuna (exorcizans) and Al (bloodseal_soul), if they're up for it.
When: Friday, February 25
Where: The Cabal/Collabell nest
Rating: PG-13 at the most, probably
Summary: Boys will be boys, and parents will be parents. Or at least boys will be failed ninja rule

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[breakingurface]

It was when he was almost to the door that Kotarou's hand slid from the shadows as if he'd materialized out of nowhere. It gripped Killua's forearm on the doorknob.

Pops had told him he needed to keep an eye on his brother, and this was exactly what he was doing -- of course, he probably didn't mean for him to take quite this path, but Kotarou never took commands well.

Kotarou's face, head, and shoulder slid eerily from the shadows, one eyebrow raised, eyes glinting wolflike in the moonlight.

"Where the hell're you goin'?" he asked, almost casually.

[notamageiswear]

And of course, Negi wasn't adverse to a bit of spying, himself. He was related to Killua and Kotarou, after all. One of his ermines sat, hiding behind a vase on a table, just watching. Negi was using them for remote viewing - everyone likely would think he was sleeping in his room, but if they'd gone in to check on him, he would have been laying on the bed, eyes half-open and distant.

The moment Killua passed by, though, it caught his attention. The ermine stayed in place, but Negi was on the move, padding as silently as he could through the house. If there was going to be anyone sneaking out, he was going, too. Because sneaking out meant only one thing.

"I'd ask the same of you, too, Kotarou," he spoke under his breath, trying to keep the conversation quiet enough not to attract undue attention.

[kill_joo_ded]

Killua grimaced at the familiar face that glided out from the shadows and quickly tried to wrench his arm out of Kotarou's grip. It was bad enough that he got caught, but to have it happen twice - one after the other - was rather off-putting.

"I'm going to bash your head in if you don't shut up," he whispered in frustration, letting his gaze flit to Negi. Avoiding the question wasn't going to help anything though, and with both of them here, there wasn't anything left to hide anyway. It took no more than a second to sober up his expression, that annoyance making way for determination. "Where else would I be going?"

[ahandsomedevil]

"Don't make me tie you up," Horst said, appearing out of the shadows--literally--and setting his foot rather pointedly against the door. How long had he been there? Possibly all night; it was impossible to say.

He looked each of them over, his expression unusually blank. Horst was more or less an open book, or he tried to be. He was impressed, and touched, that all of them had had the same idea, and that they were all in their own way looking out for one another.

But he was also very, very scared for them. He'd meant it when he'd said none of them knew Kurotsuchi. He and Yuca had made sure of it.

He exhaled slowly and folded his arms. "One at a time. Tell me your plan."