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fridgeburnt in soul_logs

until your heart stops beating

Apr 25, 2011 21:05

Characters: team charizard. that is, kasai and xanxus
Location: somewhere away from the tour
Rating: uhhh i'm gonna put M for violence rn!
Time: post-arrival, where xanxus displays his stalking skills
Description: after this.

( it's never enough )

xanxus, zenjirou kasai

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firebrands April 26 2011, 02:18:17 UTC

Kasai, on the other hand, hadn't really thought about logic and algorithms. He was okay with math, since fucking up with gasoline always ended one way - badly - but anything regarding subjects more complicated than the chemistry of arson tended to get away from him. All he knew was that he'd spent three years at home and now, for some reason, he was back here again. Back here, with the same designation, the same baleful hate for the sun, and now, it seemed, the same stupefyingly furious partner.

He remembered the last few empty days after Xanxus had disappeared, before he'd been sent back himself. If anyone should have been pissed off here, it was him. But maybe time and collapsing buildings had mellowed him somewhat. Or maybe it was just that whenever Xanxus raged, there wasn't any room for anyone else to be angry.

"It's not going to be me," Kasai snapped, moving back as fast as he could to stay out of range of the chair that had become a weapon of unmitigated destruction. "Just break the goddamned chair, that should do the trick ( ... )

fridgeburnt April 26 2011, 03:57:15 UTC

The chair slams hard against the wall, and the plastic cracks and twists with the sheer force that it hits it. It's a satisfying sound. But it's not enough, and more importantly, it cannot compare with the sound of bullets blowing up heads. Granted, it's less messy, because he's comparing chairs to heads, and heads have the unfortunate consistency of watermelons being smashed and run over whenever they are exploded and shot through.

Xanxus snarls. "I'd do that, but it won't be enough." Because lord knows that right now, there isn't anything in the world to placate him, and he has to do something for the sake of being able to assert his force. He may have lost the battle for his powers against BREW (and as far as he's concerned, the fact that he hasn't forgiven it means that he's at war with the goddamned thing), but he's certainly not going to lose to anyone else when it comes to force which punctuates power which emphasizes this partnership which is, in fact, the most important component of things ( ... )

firebrands April 26 2011, 04:13:34 UTC

"Then make it enough." It was a stupid thing to say but what the hell, it wasn't like Xanxus could get any more dangerous than he already was. The man was in a constant state of Murderous Rage. "This is one hell of a way to say 'long time no see'."

He didn't bother ducking out from around the corner to see if Xanxus was readying another blow because it was a given. Instead, Kasai moved away again, not quite running but definitely not being leisurely as he kept just out of range of the chair. Sooner or later, when it broke, it was going to get thrown at his head; he was waiting for that moment. It would happen. His memory wasn't that bad yet.

"Look, can we just - shit!" He ducked out of the way in time to avoid an unexpectedly fast attack, the chair smashing against the wall near his head. A sharp plastic edge chipped off and grazed along his face, nearly scratching the massive scar there, effectively spiking his slow-moving anger. Only this asshole could do that anymore. "What the hell's up with this? I didn't forget you, dumbass ( ... )

fridgeburnt April 26 2011, 04:28:37 UTC

What.

What.

If there's anything that irritates Xanxus more, it's accusations of sentimentality, because he's dealt so well with that over the years. (And he really has. Ten years in the future and he's not quite murderous as he used to be.) Oh no. These things have to be subdued and oppressed and torn apart into pieces. Fuck this. Fuck everything that the man uses against him to get under his skin.

"No, fuckass. This is my way of saying that if you so much as value your fucking lungs you are not going to make those accusations against me."

The chair smashes against the wall again, missing Kasai by inches (what the fuck, is he getting weaker that he can't even hit a fucking arsonist by habit now?), which of course doesn't really do much to his anger except to heighten it. Scars were almost marring his face, and the scars were all familiar and Xanxus can feel it and all the hatred is coming back: being kidnapped, being forced to fight a war he doesn't give a fuck about, having to deal with the stupid citizens of this place, having ( ... )

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