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Characters: Sasuke & Kurapika
Location: Streets -> Kura/Kuroro's abode
Rating: PG
Time: Jan 12, late
Description: Sasuke stumbles into Kurapika out wandering out on the streets. More feels and awkward.

Comments

let me match your tenses haha

[ih8spiders]

That there is something wrong isn't that difficult to miss despite how dark it's become--Kurapika is already attuned to Sasuke in some ways, eyes easily picking out the other boy from among other passersby on the streets whenever they run into each other, and this awareness has only grown with his worry after finding out that Sasuke and Saralegui had... separated, to put it in less disastrous terms. Add to it the fact that Sasuke is just as pale as he is, the white patches of skin like beacons not covered by the coats that had become commonplace over the past few weeks--it's not that difficult to make the decision to approach instead of hurrying home.

His first call goes ignored, and that's when the blond thinks that Sasuke's pace looks mechanical, like a dogged march that charges along without regard for the rest of the world. Kurapika frowns, jogs forward a few steps, and calls Sasuke's name again, this time in a much louder voice.

FFF SORRY LAJSLD

[hatedriven]

Unlike the screaming of before, a sound he knows couldn't actually have been present but had assaulted him regardless, the silence that fills Sasuke now is yawning and oppressive. Like the sound of a field after the snow has fallen, and everything is hushed, even the wings of a bird. He hears the call, but it's like it comes from far away, above water when he's beneath it.

He doesn't really notice Kurapika until the boy is almost on top of him; only then does Sasuke draw up short like he's run into a wall, and he stares like he can't quite figure out who he's looking at.

[ih8spiders]

A fighter of Sasuke's caliber wouldn't be going around in a daze like this--the thought occurs to him, that an enemy could have easily killed him right there and then, and that's when Kurapika's frown turns into something a lot more concerned, that's when he notices the dark patch of something splashed on one of Sasuke's limp hands, as he sweeps his eyes over the other boy to check for anything odd--

It's blood. His breath catches, his own hand is darting out to snatch at the aforementioned hand before he could stop himself. "What--you're bleeding! Did you get attacked?" The metallic tang of it wafts through the pervading scents of the Nevada evening as he gently but firmly tugs Sasuke's hand up by the wrist.

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His gaze comes around, too slowly, to the offending object Kurapika lifts, and it takes a moment for Sasuke to connect himself to the hand. He takes a breath, and tastes copper and the cold of winter across his tongue but can't distinguish one from the other.

"It's not mine," He says roboticly, voice rough and not his own.

VERY LATE Jan 12 or I guess the wee hours of Jan 13

[alphaspider]

He had spent all day catching up with friends and associates, just generally hanging out with Rhode and Mukuro in the afternoon, and Shalnark and Nobunaga after. There was something relieving about being with people of like company, people who knew his lack of morals and accepted, even encouraged it (the latter, Kuroro didn't really need, but losing the facade once in a while was refreshing).

It was late in the day (or early the next morning, depending on how people were to look at it), that Kuroro made his way back into their unit, taking the stairs for once instead of appearing at the balcony like his usual. He walked into the door, kicked off his shoes, and looked around the unit benevolently. It seemed they had a guest. How unusual.

[ooc: Hope this is okeeeey. Putting this here as a placeholder.]

<3!

[hatedriven]

He'd been offered the second bed, and Sasuke had been too tired to try and figure out why that had been, or why Kurapika had seemed so awkward about it. As it stood, even getting into the shower to clean the vestiges of his break down from his face and the blood from his skin had been a chore.

But even in his exhaustion, Sasuke was a light sleeper, and curled in the fetal position under blanket on the couch- the sound of Kuroro walking into the apartment was enough to rouse him. Dark lashes press tightly against his cheekbones, his immediate awareness outside of another person being the dull throb of a headache, before he forces himself into true consciousness.

He's still so tired, and even in the darkness of the living room, with only the glint of the moon's light, when he shifts to look over his shoulder it's obvious something isn't quite right.

[alphaspider]

Ah, so the guest is Sasuke. Kuroro flips the light switch on, then, the one for the kitchen to leave the living room dim. Even from here, he can see that Sasuke looks terrible and more worn out than the usual tension he had noticed around the boy could account for.

Kuroro doesn't comment, only raises an eyebrow at Sasuke as if it's perfectly normal to see him in their apartment, and deliberately turns around to open the fridge and rummage through it. His curiosity at seeing Sasuke there is strong, but so is his hunger. Besides, if Sasuke is anything like Kurapika (which, from that Kuroro had seen of him, he is), the kid would prefer not being grilled about why he looks like crap.

"I'm hungry. You want something?" There's leftover rice, which he deposits on the counter, and a few eggs.

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Even though the light is in a different room, when it blinks to life and reaches bright fingers toward the living room- Sasuke winces and turns his face away from the offense. His eyes are killing him; it's like his resonation fail had been yesterday instead of weeks ago. He considers, for a moment, as Kuroro opens the fridge and rummages around, trying to go back to sleep.

But Sasuke has difficulty sleeping with other people around; especially those he doesn't fully trust, and especially if they're behind him.

However, with the mention of food, Sasuke's stomach clenches painfully and he realizes that he hasn't eaten in at least a couple of days. He hadn't felt hunger before this moment, but instead of trying to get his sore throat to work, he just grunts. It's as much an agreement as Kuroro's getting.