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Out of Body, Out of Mind

Aug 12, 2009 19:50

Day: 5
Characters: Hisoka soukahisoka, Service hisekigan
Summary: The crackdown begins with a bang, and a psychedelic trip through Hisoka's mind. IS IT CAN BE HUG TIEMZ NAO?
Status: Closed // Incomplete

( I get the funny feeling that's all right ... I'll tell you why )

@hallway, @therapy rooms, service, hisoka kurosaki

Comments 10

soukahisoka August 14 2009, 00:35:10 UTC

In retrospect, cornering himself hadn't been the brightest idea. Whatever pill Service had shoved in his mouth had dissolved instantly on Hisoka's tongue, before Hisoka could spit it out or even bite at the nurse's firm hand; and then Service shoved him back into his hiding place, the refuge made prison.

There was sick terror in Hisoka's stomach. He kicked violently at the door, pushed and shoved at it, but for all that Service was willowy as a wand, the door didn't give. Tears rose in his eyes at the goddamned helplessness of it -- Hisoka was so tired of being helpless, what he wouldn't have given for his fuda or his empathy or a damned gun -- and a strangled shout escaped his throat, short, choked.

His knuckles were beginning to hurt from punching at the door. They were scraped and sore, and still it didn't give. Hisoka should have kept moving, maybe, kept running; breathed more quietly, perhaps, or fled outdoors, held his breath in the ocean, held it forever, ended this farce ( ... )

hisekigan August 14 2009, 00:51:35 UTC

The little Japanese boy was made of sterner stuff than Service had counted on. That was all right. If there was one thing Service had in abundance, it was patience. Besides, it was rather amusing to listen to the boy struggle and pound at the door.

... though, twenty minutes of being jarred by the door was a bit of a buzz-kill. At the very least, it made it impossible for him to file his nails like he'd planned to do. The best laid plans and all that rot ( ... )

soukahisoka August 14 2009, 02:16:45 UTC

Hisoka felt wobbly and uncertain on his feet as Service helped him up, and the light in the room felt strange when he stepped into it, as if it were some molten, golden thing, as if it were a fur he could wrap around himself. He didn't pull away from the gentle tug as he normally might have, his blood pounding in his ears. He felt warm all over, his earlier terror a foreign thing, dissolving in his bloodstream like the pill, whatever it had been ( ... )

hisekigan August 14 2009, 02:55:13 UTC

It was so funny to see little Hisoka so wide-eyed and innocent and childlike that Service almost laughed right then and there. instead, he put a friendly arm around his shoulders and began to steer him down the hall. "We can go outside once we're done talking, OK? We'll talk and then we'll go outside and you can watch the sun set, if you like."

They strolled down the hallway and past the TV room and cafeteria into the east wing, where therapy rooms lined the sterile hallway in between bright, sunny windows. "There are boats," Service said pleasantly. "They don't come by often, though." He opened a door up to a cozy carpeted room set up with beanbags and a low table, crayons scattered around and the walls painted a serene robin's-egg blue.

"Have a seat somewhere and relax, Hisoka. Let me know when you're comfortable." Service sat down on the table, crossing one lean leg over the other and propping his elbows up on his knees. "We have some important things to discuss."

soukahisoka August 14 2009, 11:23:37 UTC

Hisoka permitted himself to be steered, his gaze turned towards the windows as they passed down the hallway. Service's arm was heavy and distracting, and Service kept Hisoka walking, although Hisoka was so caught up in the feel of sunlight on his skin that he stumbled a little as they walked ( ... )