They're gonna get messed up, messed up

[nagasakivampire]

DATE: Day 63, late evening
CHARACTER(S): Kazutaka Muraki/nagasakivampire, Katze/kit_katze
STATUS: Closed, in progress
SUMMARY: Muraki is displeased with his pawn's actions. Violence ensues
LOCATION: Hallway

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[kit_katze]

Katze had stayed quiet. He'd minded his own business, carried out his job efficiently and otherwise hadn't stepped outside his own comfort level. He was drifting through this place, through his life really. There was nothing here. There was no goal to work for. Nothing to plan. No one to see. He felt the same crushing emptiness he'd felt in the weeks after Iason died.

There weren't enough cigarettes to calm his nerves. There wasn't enough alcohol to make anything numb. It was all in vivid and painful clarity. It was almost as though all his senses were hyper aware and burning.

He barely even saw Muraki coming. He flinched, amber eyes squinting at the silver-haired man for the moment before his face smoothed. It was expected. No one could play two sides for any length of time.

"Then talk," Katze said, lips curving up briefly as he was reminded this was very much the way he'd spoken to Hisoka. "I have no idea what I can help you with though."

[nagasakivampire]

For now, they could remain in the hallway. The cameras didn't record audio and people already knew that he and Katze had met in the past. Muraki didn't see the point in moving this anywhere else until he had good reason to.

"Have you spoken to Hisoka? He'd love nothing more than to see me dead and seems to think that I'm behind everything terrible that happens." Of course, in this case, he really was behind everything yanking at the boy's pretty little strings, but Muraki had hoped for that to remain unknown for longer.

His eyes narrowed as he spoke, the accusation a serious one in his mind.

[kit_katze]

"I spoke to him. It seemed we had things to discuss," Katze replied easily. His fingers were reaching for a cigarette. Something to dull down this quiet roar in his mind and this ache.

Realizing he had none he looked back to Muraki, shrugging away from his hold. "It's nothing you should be overly concerned about. He still wants you dead. He warned me away from Yuuta."

Katze smirked then, looking almost like he would laugh. "And I realized that you make a game of dicking people around."

[nagasakivampire]

"You have little in common to discuss, other than me. What did you two talk about?" His voice grew colder quickly once Katze confirmed that suspicion. Hisoka wouldn't have directly said what Muraki did to him years ago, but Muraki had no qualms about stating it more bluntly should it come up.

He slid his grip from Katze's shoulder closer to his throat, fingers itching to look around it, particularly after already thinking about it when he'd tended to Schuldich yesterday.

Those last words angered him even further. "It's no game that I'm playing here, Katze." But that part wasn't true - angering Hisoka as very much a game that would only continue until the intended effect of pushing Tsuzuki to the breaking point happened.

[kit_katze]

The punch was off, obviously not one of anyone experienced but it threw Katze off balance enough to be dragged down with him. The mongrel tried to get to his knees, intent to keep his opponent down. Which in this case involved grabbing a fistful of hair and pushing Muraki toward the floor.

[nagasakivampire]

Muraki hissed. He hadn't expected Katze to grab his hair, of all things, but he couldn't exactly resist being tugged unless he wanted to risk losing a chunk of it. Although he went along with it for now, he swung out again, aiming for the side of Katze's face.

[kit_katze]

Katze jerked to avoid being struck again, overbalancing and throwing them both once more into a heap on the floor. There was nothing graceful in this combat and with a detached amusement, Katze had to note they were fighting like Pets. All scratching and hair pulling. All that was missing was the yelping.

He pulled his knee up, impacting a bit harder than he'd intended into Muraki's hip as he tried to lever the other man off of him and away. It seemed pointless to continue this when he was out of danger.

[nagasakivampire]

With both of them sprawled out on the floor, Muraki slowly pulled himself up, grabbed Katze's shirt, pulled him a little closer, and hit him as hard as he could. They'd fucked around enough, now was time to get serious despite knowing that he had no advantage.

"Defending yourself without trying to hurt me isn't a smart strategy."