He'd told Hisoka that he had no plans for hurting Yuuta, but of course the boy hadn't believed him no matter what he'd said. And if Muraki hadn't come close to death only to live and deal with a week of hell in the labs and emerge with an ugly collar around his next that monitored his every move and display of power, he would have kept to that word
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Katze put Yuuta down carefully. He smoothed the blanket out, traced fingers over one pale cheek and gazed down at him. It was a lie when people claimed the dead looked as though they were sleeping. Yuuta was cold, his skin was stiff and Katze was very aware that this was a corpse.
"What will they do with him?" His voice was quiet, a bit raw with disuse. He could guess what they would do but he wanted to make certain it would be taken care of properly.
The Furniture's look was still blank, but cold and...surprisingly complacent. The look he gave Muraki was docile as a lamb. "What do you need to do?"
"After we conduct an autopsy, he and the other bodies will be loaded up and sent into the sun, where everything will be vaporized." Life in this world started with the sun's light and a more religious person might find it fitting that the dead ended up returned to it. Muraki watched Katze and went quiet. He really had cared for the boy in some way, it seemed.
Muraki began by writing down Yuuta's name and a guess about his age. "I need to document his condition and attempt to determine a cause of death. It's not likely that it was something natural." He knew, of course, what had caused it, but had Katze looked close enough in the days before now to spot silver hairs on Yuuta?
Blunt. To the point. Muraki didn't even try to hug him. It was good in an odd sort of way. Katze brushed pale hair out of Yuuta's face again, knowing he was doing it for his own comfort and distraction. It was something to do with his hands, something to still the muscle spasms he was sure he was having.
"His throat is damaged. The larynx is crushed." It wasn't visible. It was barely able to be felt and Katze would have missed it if he hadn't touched Yuuta before. But his tone was bland, not accusing. He didn't even look up at the good doctor.
But he knew. He hadn't kept his promise. He'd known where the danger was and hadn't kept Yuuta safe from the wolf among them. "He was mine," Katze said very quietly, dangerously. He stared at Muraki then, repeating it. "He was mine."
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"What will they do with him?" His voice was quiet, a bit raw with disuse. He could guess what they would do but he wanted to make certain it would be taken care of properly.
The Furniture's look was still blank, but cold and...surprisingly complacent. The look he gave Muraki was docile as a lamb. "What do you need to do?"
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Muraki began by writing down Yuuta's name and a guess about his age. "I need to document his condition and attempt to determine a cause of death. It's not likely that it was something natural." He knew, of course, what had caused it, but had Katze looked close enough in the days before now to spot silver hairs on Yuuta?
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"His throat is damaged. The larynx is crushed." It wasn't visible. It was barely able to be felt and Katze would have missed it if he hadn't touched Yuuta before. But his tone was bland, not accusing. He didn't even look up at the good doctor.
But he knew. He hadn't kept his promise. He'd known where the danger was and hadn't kept Yuuta safe from the wolf among them. "He was mine," Katze said very quietly, dangerously. He stared at Muraki then, repeating it. "He was mine."
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