Muraki 9

[playsdoctor]

Who: Muraki and YOU!
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
Style: Third preferred, but I'll match you
Status: Open!
WARNINGS: Violence, mindfucking, probable talk of molestation

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[redabyssinian]

Nectar was quiet this time of day, something Aya could be grateful for since it meant a chance to lock things down. Something he wanted to do sooner rather than later. He'd seen that post on his Dreamberry and had recognized Muraki even with just a glimpse of him. Now, he wanted to see if they could find him and he knew how strongly Omi felt about this.

"We'll close early. Can you lock the door?"

[1blackcat]

All day Omi had yearned to leave the shop and spend his time hunting Muraki. That he didn't have his memories of those earlier occasions didn't matter to him. He'd heard the tape. He'd talked with Aya. He knew Muraki was suspected to be Ken's murderer. It was all he could do not to bolt from the flower shop. How Aya had managed to even pretend to be focused on flowers this long was well beyond Omi.

When the suggestion finally came, Omi looked to Aya and nodded once. Front doors were locked and window sign turned to Closed. Blinds lowered. Omi double-checked that he had a full case of darts clipped to his waist. He grabbed a potted plant to move into the backroom storage on his way for the broom.

Just a little longer, he told himself, as he opened the rear door of the shop and stepped into the backroom.

[playsdoctor]

He'd told himself that he would unseal Omi's memories when the time was right and this was the most right time of all, with his mask off and Somarium aware of what sort of man he really was underneath all of the kindness and the healthcare he'd provided for the school's students.

Muraki had the feeling he'd be looking for new work very soon.

So he made sure to visit Nectar as one of his first stops, still banged up from Ritsuka's clawing and kicking. He tried the door and wasn't too surpised it was locked. Good thing a locked door never stopped him from getting where he wanted. He closed his eyes, pictured the interior of the shop, and was there in an instant.

[redabyssinian]

Aya was still in the storefront when Muraki suddenly appeared. He turned around to face him and his eyes narrowed. Grabbing the first available weapon he could (a pair of pruners), he shouted toward the backroom.

"He's here!"

And then he was running at the man with the garden supplies held like a knife.

[1blackcat]

He's here.

The pot Omi was holding shattered against the floor. He dashed back out to the storefront, a fan of darts already splayed between his fingers.

"Muraki!"

[playsdoctor]

Muraki wasn't there to fight or end up killed again. He teleported away and behind Aya now that he knew how the redhead liked to charge in for a fast attack. Feathers fell where he'd been.

"I'm not going to hurt either of you. I only came to return what was taken," he said as he reappeared.

[redabyssinian]

Aya caught his balance quickly enough and turned to face Muraki, his make-shift weapon still in hand. His sword was in the back still but he wasn't concerned about that. He could make almost anything a weapon if he had to.

"This will end, Muraki."

[1blackcat]

Omi took back and stared at the place where Muraki had stood just a moment ago. Muraki had just-- he had, hadn't he? Vanished into thin air. And reappeared elsewhere in the shop.

And there were feathers.

[playsdoctor]

When he appeared again, he moved over to Omi and placed a hand on his forehead quickly. Muraki closed his eyes and willed the sealed memories to return in a rush that might take a long few minutes to process once they existed again.

The only problem with being this focused was that it left him open for Aya to attack him in some way.

[redabyssinian]

Aya couldn't afford to be startled by the teleportation and rushed forward so he get Muraki away from Omi. He had no idea what the man was doing but he knew that he couldn't trust him. Whatever this was, it had to end now.

"Get away from him!"

[1blackcat]

Omi's vision washed white for an instant. For that one singular moment, everything seemed silent and still.

Then it was like a tidal wave. Memories flooded through his mind in such magnitudes that he lost sight of where he actually was. He gasped and staggered backwards, eyes settling to a blank stare that saw nothing of the scene before him. The three darts dropped from his hand and clattered against the tile floor.

[playsdoctor]

He stepped away from Omi as soon as he was done and smiled darkly at Aya. Muraki had done exactly what he came here to do; all that remained now was to wait and see what happened when Omi's mind digested the information.

"I haven't hurt him," he told Aya as he waited, almost taunting him to attack in some way by simply remaining there. Why else would he stay instead of quickly leave?

The reality was that he didn't have the energy to leave just yet. Memory games took a lot out of his magical reserves.

[redabyssinian]

Snarling now, Aya threw the sheers with deadly accuracy. He still wasn't sure what Muraki had done but it couldn't be good. The temporary weapon gone, he rushed to Omi's side.

"Omi!"

[1blackcat]

Omi's knees gave way; he dropped to the floor. He cringed and clutched his head with both hands as he endured a full day's worth of memories flooding through him. Abduction. Escape attempts. Revelations. Threats. Confessions. He saw the dark backstreet from which Muraki had appeared, the layout of the man's apartment. He remembered the arm choking him and the feathers and the teleportation, being thrown to the ground, pinned and tied with strips of a purple sheet. He remembered the hand roving over his stomach. God, that hand. Omi shuddered at the very thought of it. The first phone conversation, the visit to the shop with Aya, the struggle with the knife and the ensuing strike that created that bruise on his cheek. The confirmation he got while tied up on the floor-- Yes, Omi, I am the murderer-- and the promise of amnesia that immediately followed it

[playsdoctor]

The shears dug into Muraki's upper arm and blood instantly oozed from the wound. Muraki snarled in pain and turned to look at them as they felt like checking on each other. How silly they both were.

Muraki grabbed the shears, stepped closer, and tried to reach for Aya's braid.

[redabyssinian]

Aya knew he needed to turn around but he didn't listen to that part just yet. Not when he was distracted with Omi like this.

"Omi. I'm fine. There isn't time for this."