Though the man had trained him and he had never had a problem killing, Hei had never exactly had to perform for his commander. Not in this way. While he might have been calm outwardly, inside he was nervous. It was second nature to restrict his actions to what someone else wanted from him, but even from the beginning he hadn't always bee able to tell what it was that Gin wanted from him. It made him want to hesitate, but he knew that was something that the man would never tolerate from any of his subordinates. So he never did, willing to risk whatever reactions Gin had to what he did. At least then he wouldn't make the mistake again
( ... )
Even though he had seen Hei use his power several times before, the spectacle of it never failed to please Gin. The sensation it gave him was -- for lack of a better word -- electric, sending a small rush of tingles down his arms and his spine, as glorious as any good kill. As the sparks showered down over the both of them, he allowed himself the small indulgence of throwing his head back and laughing, his whole body posture spasming outward with joy. As he did so, he glanced over his shoulder towards Hei, watching as the blue glow dissipated around him, the red gleam of his eyes dying down slowly back to a flat midnight blue. Gin grinned at him over his shoulder, almost savage with delight. "My my, so fierce," he chirped in his most sing song voice
( ... )
It had unnerved him a bit the first time-technically, the second time, but the first that he could remember clearly-that he had seen Gin kill. The man rarely looked so happy as when he could spill someone's blood. Hei tried not to imagine that he could easily feel the same way. It seemed safer, that way
( ... )
Hei returned to find Gin leaning lazily against the back of the couch, wiping Shinsou's blade clean on its upholstery with a sharp "schick". At his feet lay the half-dressed body of another man -- another bodyguard no doubt, this one off-duty. He had had the unfortunate luck of coming across Gin in the living room as he had wandered into the apartment to investigate the source of the noise. There had only been a brief flash as light caught the quick movement of a blade, and before the man knew it, he was hilt-deep onto Shinsou -- shocked and wriggling like a worm on a hook. In that moment there was little opportunity to speak, the only sound he had made was the sick wet thunk of him falling to the floor
( ... )
It was easy-though painful with his throbbing shoulder-to obey Gin's commands. Hei had seen his commander torture and tease his prey like a cat with a mouse, but this was a rather quick-though not cleaner-kill than normal. He was sure he should have been glad for it, but found that he couldn't quite make himself feel it
( ... )
Gin did not move despite Hei's suggestion; instead, he turned and looked over his shoulder at the dead man, his eyes moving quickly back and forth of his body, as if considering something very carefully. "Ara, get the case," Gin said as if something had suddenly dawned upon him, and turning upon his heel, quickly closed the space between himself and what once was Milo-kun. In the darkness it was not entirely clear was Gin was doing, but Hei did not need much of an imagination to guess. There was the sound of Shinsou once again being pulled from its sheath, the tang of metal and a sickening thunk, and then the wet churning sound of a blade slicing through flesh and then through bone
( ... )
Hei's eyes widened in surprise at both the sudden proximity of his commander and at the hand on his shoulder. "Aa, Ichimaru-sama," he said softly, struggling to keep his voice even despite the intense pain. His jaw worked as he clenched his teeth and spots of light started to crowd into his vision. "Just... just a bruise," he managed to grit out between his teeth, knowing that he wasn't going to fool his commander for a minute. He resisted the urge to slump forward against Gin, and forced himself to remain upright, no matter that the pressure Gin was putting on his shoulder cold easily have sent another man to his knees. But he reached up with his right hand and clutched at Gin's sleeve.
Gin gave a short laugh as he felt Hei's fingers find his sleeve, the slightest hint of bare skin as the heel of his palm brushed an exposed wrist. There was another sweet surge in the adrenaline that raced through his body as Gin waited for his second to meet his eyes, curious as to what emotion he would find there. When Hei failed to do so, Gin clicked his tongue in irritation, allowing his nails to now dig into Hei's flesh. A sharp intake of air and an almost imperceptible widening of his eyes, indicated to Gin that it took all of Hei's effort to resist buckling to pain and full collapse -- though the show of self control was more than fairly impressive
( ... )
Immediately, Hei's hand dropped from Gin's arm and he straightened his shoulders, despite nearly being staggered by the man's grip on his shoulder. His eyes, despite being glazed with pain, hardened. That tone of his commander's voice could make him do anything, no matter what condition he might be in. He hated to hear disapproval or anger in Gin's tone. "Of course, Ichimaru-sama," he said tightly. "Sumimasen*." He didn't manage to cover a wince as he shifted his shoulder, subtly trying to loosen-or even dislodge-Gin's grip.
Though he knew he wasn't hiding a thing from the man, his pride was at stake. Though he might be lying through his teeth, unless expressly ordered, he would never say aloud how much pain he was in. "It's just a bruise. Nothing more."
Gin's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. It was clear that "nothing more" was a blatant untruth, and Gin considered letting it slide for a moment before finally letting his smile flicker once with a frown. "Ara - lying to be does not suit you either, naa?" he said dismissively before releasing Hei's shoulder with one final squeeze. All this time, the two of them had been standing in the dimness of an unworking elevator, but finally now, Gin allowed his head to tilt upwards towards the unpowered light up above. As he did so, the fringe of his bangs brushed over the rise of one of his cheeks, and as Gin moved to brush away their faint tickle with the hand that had cupped Hei's chin, smudged the light spatter of blood on one side of his face until a large bright red smear. Without looking, Gin could already feel Hei's eyes traveling across his face and neck, perhaps in an attempt to gauge just how displeased he truly was
( ... )
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Though he knew he wasn't hiding a thing from the man, his pride was at stake. Though he might be lying through his teeth, unless expressly ordered, he would never say aloud how much pain he was in. "It's just a bruise. Nothing more."
[[ ooc note: * literally "sorry" ]]
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