[005.] video / backdated to July 10th

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[There's a clattering sound as Hisoka drops his communicator, inadvertently switching on video as it bounces off of one of the desks pushed up against the walls of the abandoned classroom. The device clatters to the ground and spins to a halt at an odd angle, but it's easy enough -- if you tilt your head slightly to the left, anyway -- to see

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Hisoka? Hisoka!

[He'd just been down the hallway, but Hisoka's voice sounded softer than it should for a yell. A thousand horrible scenarios bounced through his mind as he spun around, soles slipping on the dusty floor, and sprinted back. He skidded to a stop at the door, looking around. At first, he couldn't see Hisoka at all. A small eternity later, he spotted an arm against one of the desks by the wall. Followed it up to a shoulder, wincing at the scarlet marks blazoned on the pale skin. Began to run again. His fingers closed on Hisoka's wrist as his knees hit the floor with a painful crack. There: faint and thready, but he could feel a pulse. Hisoka's skin was clammy, his color bad even discounting the scars.... Tsuzuki swallowed.]

Hisoka?

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[There's no response; if he register's Tsuzuki's presence, it doesn't show except in that his breathing evens slightly, eyebrows furrowing, though it's more of an unconscious twitch than any significant movement. His lips move almost imperceptibly, like he's trying to whisper something, but no sound comes out. Then his frown fades to a blank expression as a bead of sweat trickles down his forehead, and he goes very still.]

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[Tsuzuki swore softly, then stood, hurrying to the cabinets for Hisoka's futon. He should have a comfortable place to lie down, and then - then Tsuzuki had to do something. He wasn't sure what. At the moment, strangling Muraki with his bare hands was awfully attractive.]

[He laid out the pad and the cloth hastily, not bothering to make it neat, and scooped Hisoka carefully into his arms. It wasn't as gentle as he'd prefer, but he tried. He didn't want to cause his partner any more pain than the curse was already.]

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[Hisoka was completely limp and boneless in Tsuzuki's arms. His face contorted as he was lifted, and he made a quiet, strangled noise as the pain washed over him, penetrating even into his unconsciousness and leaving his breathing shallower than before. His fingers twitched and curled, though the rest of his body remained still and unresponsive.]

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Hisoka--!

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Tch...What the hell..