and live in harmony harmony /headbutts stars

[disillude]

[ It's just one pain in the ass after another.

Wherever it is that Kakashi's been placed now, he lands there hard, catching his elbow against the edge of a wooden table as he falls, snapping his head back in time to narrowly keep his chin from smashing against the hard floor. The impact hurts, knocks the breath from his lungs and momentarily

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[tridented]

[ Call him whatever, but the fact remains, that unless Kakashi can see through it, there's no way in hell it will ever be a remotely fair fight. And the thing is, Mukuro's one of the best. He knows that. So go ahead, give him a run for his money. He could use the exercise.

The light glances over him, bounces off the tines of his weapon where he's half set it against the wall, leaving it lax but close enough so that if-

Well, just in case, right? Because both of them are on edge now, and Mukuro thinks that maybe he'll push a little more. There's nothing else around for miles that could possibly be an interruption. ] Not at all. I'm sure it's an easy mistake to make.

[ The dark plays funny tricks on things. Mukuro hasn't stopped smiling, features half sunken by the traces of dark that linger, and he makes no move to shift out into the light. That brief escalation of tension's been momentarily eased away, Mukuro having given Kakashi a way out, of sorts, but for how long? How long of a reprieve is this, how long will it last? He's

[tridented]

[ Nothing, he thinks, is probably going right, not the way Kakashi would have wanted it, not how Mukuro would have imagined it at from very start of this whole debacle, (or maybe he did, but that would be telling) that this is how it rolls out, in a painfully sharp clarity. And right now, he’s almost (is) enjoying himself, because it’s funny, how Kakashi keeps on touching even though he can feel the revulsion, the- the whatever, radiating off him and

[disillude]

[ Everything can be qualified as very easy when you're Mukuro, when you're capable of the things that he's capable of, and Kakashi thinks that, his brain stops for a second at those words like he's actually considering it, but it's still hard to really think, why isn't he thinking, he just really wants to --

( Do a lot of things. It always comes back to this, circles right back around, and Kakashi is selfish, or maybe he's not selfish enough, maybe he needs to be a little more selfish because that'll keep him alive. He wants to what, finish what you fucking start, Kakashi, come on

[tridented]

[ Maybe he wants this, maybe he wants that, but whatever, right? The wall meets him, and right now, with his neck exposed and pants halfway off and this whole motherfucking mess around them, you'd think Mukuro's at his most vulnerable, but he's not acting it at all. There's a lazy sort of assuredness in his posture, one that proclaims that everything up until now has been a careful orchestra of time and patience.

(If there's anything Mukuro's always been especially good at, it's being selfish. Take, take, take and no givebacks no returns, because he wants it all for himself and no one else.)

There must not be enough oxygen in the room anymore or maybe Mukuro's just not breathing like he should, but the flames die, asphyxiated by his own will and nothing more, and it really is very easy to do anything, anything at all, like reading the tense, strained silhouette (the room dim once more) Kakashi makes, and interpret it for what it is. The little hidden signs that his words are digging in and seeping through the cracks and below into