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Oct 22, 2009 10:42

Characters: Heine Rammsteiner [bulletcarnage] & Kanda Yuu [kandescence]
Location: In hallway leading away from the classroom
Rating: PG-13, swearing and hostility
Time: June 26th, Morning, after Sid's class
Description: The reaction and everything thereafter to this thread

( I could try to get away, but I strapped myself in... )

heine rammsteiner, kanda yuu

Comments 9

kandescence October 26 2009, 11:31:39 UTC

There was just something about this guy that lit Kanda up--something inflammatory. A friction, like a rough bit of cloth that he couldn't stop rubbing between his fingers. The moment that Heine turned back towards him, Kanda felt like he knew what was happening: it was like they had agreed on something, like they had agreed that they wanted to fight.

The first time they'd faced off--in another hallway, another moment when they should simply have passed each other by--it had felt so much more like a whirlwind, like getting swept away without quite catching sight of the wave until it was already passed its crest, receding. This time, Kanda felt it all so much more calmly, like he was watching them from above, like he could see everything.

His gaze didn't falter as he watched Heine approach, meeting him eye to eye and reading the sharp edge of pleasure that tugged at his lips. Kanda couldn't help the wicked half-smirk that curved his mouth in answer. "Shiroi kami," he said, low and dangerous, not giving a damn whether or not the man ( ... )

bulletcarnage October 26 2009, 20:24:23 UTC

It was most certainly a different vibe compared to the first time the two of
them had met, and during that encounter Heine had commented on Kanda's ballsy attitude. More importantly, he had commented on how Heine had liked his ballsy attitude. In that moment, as he watched the dark-haired man raise to the challenge, saw his own cocky and aggressive smirk mirrored back at him and heard the tone of those words that Heine didn't understand, he was reminded explicitly of why he had felt such twisted approval of the guy's attitude ( ... )

kandescence October 26 2009, 21:37:24 UTC

Kanda, of course, didn't give an inch of ground. He wasn't going to be told what to do, no matter how in his face this guy tried to get.

There was something that he should have thought was strange: for all he had been going around telling people here that he wasn't interested in playing goddamn games (and he really wasn't, at least not with any of them and definitely not with that damn irritating mushi). What he was doing now? This was a game. They were egging each other on, speaking in codes and toying with each other. Kanda even knew that they were doing it. Only this time it was a game that he wanted to play--he couldn't actually remember the last time that had happened.

His smirk growing slightly more devious, slightly more wicked, he spoke deliberately slowly, his voice almost a whisper, something private just for the two of them to hear. "Shiroi kami--white-hair. Akai me--red eyes." He paused ever-so-briefly just to make sure that what he was doing had a chance to sink in before he said the last: "Daken--cur ( ... )

bulletcarnage October 29 2009, 22:28:14 UTC

Heine was quite satisfied that the other man didn't shift at all; it was one of a handful for things that made that smirk on his lips grow more and more with each passing moment ( ... )

kandescence October 29 2009, 23:54:46 UTC

Kanda noticed that falter, oh yes. He could see in the red of the man's eyes that he'd touched a nerve and he knew exactly what word it was that had done it. The thing was, he didn't know why.

His first assumption was that the final insult--not just a petty slight about the stranger's appearance but something targeted at his status, his honor, his humanity--had risen to a level that the first two hadn't achieved. And for now he had no reason to second guess that presumption. After all, to be a cur was to be a lowlife, inferior, dirty, a reprobate and a wretch. Who wouldn't be ticked off by that?

Whatever the reason, Kanda had gotten a rise out of the guy, and he liked that. He didn't know how close he'd come to being grabbed by the throat, but he did sense the spikes in the energy between them, and though his own smirk didn't broaden, he felt incredibly satisfied--more so than he had since he'd arrived here, a kind of satisfaction not unlike what he felt on the battlefield ( ... )