[ finished ] need help getting out of the cursed land of frickin' trees. stfu.

[bulletsforbadou]

Who: Badou Nails [bulletsforbadou] and Yuu Kanda [sacredsyllable].
What: In which Badou arrives in the Spiral, keeps going in circles (the tragic pun!) and he seriously needs someone to show him the way to civilisation. Because Haine is an unsympathetic asshole and he should just DIE. And stumbles upon Kanda, of all people.
Where: Somewhere with a disturbing amount of trees. A

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A mild shock tremored through Kanda's already aching muscles as his quarry ceased struggling and suddenly became a tense, ticking timebomb in his grasp. The Japanese man only paused to flicker a decisive look at where Badou currently had a death grip of his own on his arm. Had Kanda actually felt like smearing Badou's entrails along the forest floor he would have done it already, and sure as hell not by hand, but this was unexpected. Kanda could feel the bloodlust oozing off of the other man in thick, toxic waves. It was almost impressive; even Rabi at his worst was no where this bad, and this redhead hadn't really even lifted a finger against him. Yet. Too bad he lacked the ability to look as such, and settled on a humorless snort

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Kanda was silent for a few, long moments. His fingers had tightened discreetly along the glossy black hilt of the sword in his lap in an action he couldn't even consciously remember performing. He hated to admit it even in the safety of his own mind, but there was something about Badou that made it near impossible to relax. Sharp grey eyes, never lessening in severity, were nonetheless curiously fixated on the man not two feet away from him. His prescence was more like being smack in the middle of a horde of level 2 akuma than in the company of other exorcists. The beansprout, the other eyepatched idiot hellbent on making his life difficult, even Rinali on a warpath ... this was different

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The silence was anything but comfortable, anything but safe. At the brink of a razor sharp balance so fragile it's just waiting to shatter. Badou found himself smiling at cracked wall despite himself. Somehow. It almost felt like home.

He just needed to figure out whether that was a good thing or otherwise.

Noticing the lack of reply from Kanda, Badou turned his head, just enough to catch a glimpse of tense muscles and a frown. Of the fingers curling over the sword. He had to physically restrain his hands from shooting out and grabbing for said weapon, because even the red mist couldn't render him foolish enough. Really. He missed his guns.

He inhaled deeply, shifting again so that he had his back against the tempting weapon. Against Kanda. He closed his eye and see red instead of black. "Man, tell me if you wanna die or something, 'cause it ain't fun talking alone."

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There was an almost delicate rise and fall of Kanda's shoulder in a shrug. His hands relinquished their prized position against Mugen to fold loosely in his lap, the pads of his fingers trailing over the white bandages at his chest that concealed his lifeline.

"Whatever. I won't die here," he said more out of habit than anything, tossing a wayward glance towards some unfocused point in the corner of the room. It was true. The seared flesh of his hand was healing faster now, darkened skin melding into the thriving white of healthy tissue. It was a small, fleeting comfort to know that the ability hadn't completely deteriorated.

He needed to start figuring out ways to make it back to the Black Order. Back to that flower. Kanda's eyes slipped shut momentarily, the pink petals dancing in graceful, floating patterns on the backs of his eyelids. There were only two that had fallen when he left. He wondered if there were more now.

It was a constant reminder. He couldn't afford to let other people's problems become his problems.

[bulletsforbadou]

"Your optimism is very inspiring," Badou retorted dryly, imagining red threads spiraling and coiling and snaking around his limbs.

He could almost hear the fatigue in Kanda's voice, the determination and the obstinacy as solid as the threads. Badou rolled onto his back and propped himself up on his elbows. He nudged the swordsman's knee. Kanda looked as if he was focused on something Badou couldn't see. "Sleep. Gotta need rest to back up those words, you know."

[sacredsyllable]

Kanda cracked an eye open at the nudge, gruffly trying to swat the offending elbow away with the thick heel of his boot. The main difference now was the fact that there was no real violent intent in the swordsman's actions. It looked like he'd dropped the subject of maiming Badou for now.

"Shut up," he countered hazily, obvious Kanda-speak for 'probably'. His chin was already dipping low as exhaustion washed over him in warm, inviting waves. Telling him to sleep for just a while, because when he awoke all his scars would be nothing more than a fading memory. The weathered creases plaguing his face smoothed into oblivion, and Kanda transformed from world-weary exorcist to slumbering eighteen-year-old.

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Badou smiled at the slow comeback, easing back onto the floor and the welcoming embrace of hard wood and discomfort. He tucked a hand underneath his head, pressing down onto his makeshift pillow and tried to soak as much warmth as the worn jacket allow.

Kanda looked younger when he slept, Badou noticed. Younger and devoid of all that intensity that defined his attitude when he was awake. It was quite a change, and Badou decided that yeah. He could deal with a sleeping Kanda. Hell, he could deal with any type of Kanda, as long as it wasn't trying to kill him with swords or smart assery.

The light flickered, again and again and again, casting curious shadow play on the wall and Kanda's near-peaceful face. Badou shifted again and closed his eyes, almost relishing in the tranquility of darkness when sleep beckoned.

[[ OOC: Ending the long then, Kanda-mun? =) ]]

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[[ooc: That ought to do it. ♥]]

[bulletsforbadou]

[[ OOC: Anyhow, thanks so much! XD I had tons of fun and am anticipating the next log with Kanda, whenever that would be. ♥___♥ You are made of awesome! ]]

[sacredsyllable]

[[ooc: No way, thank you. xD Badou seriously owns my soul and they both crack me up together. I'm always up for another log--this way or AIM! Feel free to hit me up at takeda calvary. ♥]]