then whatever chains us down;

[soukahisoka]

Day: 12
Characters: Hisoka Kurosaki soukahisoka, Grell Sutcliffe chainsaw_juliet
Summary: SHINIGAMI, HUDDLE UP.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: 1AM, just after this thread and this thread.
Status: 2 parter in one post; Closed and Complete~

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[chainsaw_juliet]

Of course he had ceded his bed to his roommate. His roommate was young, a growing boy with sunshine hair and summery eyes. In some weird way, Grell wanted to mother the boy and shield him from the nastiness that was this place. It was all a game to Grell, but it was dangerous to others who did not know how to play.

So quietly he had wrapped his arm in a coat and explained to Peter it would be fine for him to sleep for Grell would curl up by the intercom and listen to voices. Just listen and perhaps talk a little because it made him feel better. He wasn't upset because it hurt, no he had an unusually high pain threshold. He was upset because...

It was all so ugly. Everything. Everything was ugly. The metal in his arm was ugly. The way he was treated was ugly. This room was ugly. This situation was ugly

[soukahisoka]

Hisoka blanched, and took Grell's half-ruined arm, very carefully, in his shaking hands. The stitches were neat and looked professional, but the wound that had been sutured had to be deep, for the stitches to be so huge... and then Grell explained in that soft little broken voice, and Hisoka's eyes widened as he stared up at Grell.

"They put metal in your arm," he said slowly. "Grell --"

He had to bite off the rest of the sentence, because there were no words.

Hisoka laid the blanket he had brought with him out on the floor, a set and determined expression on his face, and tore down the length of it. Then he removed the blood-stained coat Grell had wrapped around his limb, trying to be as gentle as he could while he fashioned a quick sling.

"Try not to move this arm," Hisoka told Grell firmly. "The stitches may burst open. We're human now, Grell. They've taken our powers, our healing -- and humans bleed, and take a long time to heal

[chainsaw_juliet]

"You're helping me." Grell whispered, expression so very confused. "What do you mean human? I can't be-" He fell silent, looking at his arm that still continued to throb and bleed angrily. Suddenly his eyes pricked with tears. "I can't be human I just can't! That's so- that's so ugly!"

"I hate this silly, ugly place! There's nothing beautiful here except for friends!" The Reaper hissed, gritting his shark-like teeth. "I just want to go home and say sorry to my William and go to the Theatre!"

Biting his lip, he maneuvered as best he could out of the soiled shirt. There was another long row of stitches on his abdomen and several puncture wounds around it from the pins.
"Look at how ugly it is..." The redhead whimpered, his good hand touching the stomach wound. "I wasn't worried about it until I realized it wasn't going away."

Grell self-consciously tried to shield himself with his good arm, ducking his head as he blushed.
"I'm sorry I'm being so silly..."

[soukahisoka]

His expression was still and troubled as Grell carefully peeled out of his shirt. The wounds were stitched properly, Hisoka took comfort from that, but if Grell moved very much at all with the wounds so new, they would break open. The puncture wounds already appeared to be reopening at the very least, judging from the bleeding. The heavy stitches were keeping the deeper wounds held together, but...

"Don't be silly and you won't have to be sorry. Don't do that -- " Hisoka reached out with one hand, moving Grell's good arm away, back from its protective position around Grell's abdomen. "Move as little as possible

Sad Grell icons. I does not has D8 (REPOST IS A LIE)

[chainsaw_juliet]

"You're not ugly, Hisoka." Grell said gently, the barest smile on his lips. "You're not one of the ugly things in this ugly place." He tried curling up, wincing as his stomach felt slick with new blood. Stilling immediately, he relaxed back into a sitting position and attempted to tug the blanket tighter around him.

Never had he experienced this, for in London even with the worst of injuries Grell had simply rested for a while whilst his wounds healed. Then after a spot of tea and a bath, he'd be right as rain. He was good friends with the resident medic at the Division after all, a frequent patient due to his stubborn nature and inability to learn when violently disciplined.
But to continue bleeding? To sit and watch as his blood continued to spill? He could barely comprehend it, let alone accept it.

"I'm really cold. Do humans feel cold when bleeding?" Grell asked, shivering in an all too human manner. Clumsily he wiped his eyes with his good hand, attempting to banish the tears threatening to fall. His hand dropped to his lap,

[soukahisoka]

"Humans are cold when they've lost too much blood and are going into shock. Damnit," Hisoka muttered. Grell's shirt was dirty anyway; he leaned forward and gingerly wiped away the blood on Grell's abdomen with the sleeve of the shirt. Once or twice Hisoka accidentally touched the swollen flesh, but the expected jolt of foreign feeling wasn't there. He still wasn't used to the emptiness in his head.

"Your body will make more blood, but it takes time. You must rest." Hisoka leveled a stern look at Grell. "Or you'll get worse and not better. Now you have to get warm, but how..." Hisoka sat back on his knees, regarding his fellow shinigami and trying to think. Hisoka had wiped away a lot of the blood, but Grell still cut a sad figure, pale and trembling, emotions raw enough on his face that even Hisoka could read them.

It was the way Grell wiped his tears that did it, in the end, like a sad child, almost, unaware of what hurt was and why it should happen to him. Just like that, Hisoka was decided, and once the blond teen decided on a

Whyfor you make me cry so early in the morning ;___;

[chainsaw_juliet]

"B-but you don't like it when-" He fell silent, chewing his lip though he was careful not to let the sharp teeth puncture the tender flesh. Grell did not have much blood to spare.

So close to him, Hisoka would feel the little tremors that Grell's now mortal body gave in an attempt to create heat in the muscles. Slowly the redhead rested his cheek atop Hisoka's hair and closed his eyes, trying not to think of how disgustingly indecent this was; sitting without proper clothing and even ruining his friend's own clothes

bc ilu <3 end part 1?

[soukahisoka]

Grell was shaking, which only confirmed to Hisoka that lending the death god his body heat had been the right choice. He sat stiffly, horribly uncomfortable with touch, but as he told the story, he unwound, just a little bit. He'd never had someone lean on him the way Grell was doing, slowly slumping against him like a weary rag doll. It was... weird. Hisoka didn't quite know what to make of it, but relief crept through him when he felt Grell's body relax into sleep against him

Part II

[chainsaw_juliet]

He dreamt he had woken up. The cot was clean and comfy, and there was the resident medic tisking at Grell for injuring himself again. Grell was discharged from the Infirmary, and he went on his merry way. Poking his head into a familiar office, he playfully blew William a kiss before humming cheerily as he made his way to his dorm. A fresh change of clothes, brilliant red of course, before he found himself walking to the Covent Garden theatre on Bow Street. Romeo and Juliet was on tonight, his most favorite play...

"Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die."Juliet plunged the dagger into her heart, only something was wrong. There was red blossoming on her pristine white dress. A sharp, jarring pain jolted Grell from his dream and he snapped open his eyes

[soukahisoka]

After putting Grell to sleep, Hisoka had spent nearly an hour at the showers, fully dressed of course, trying to fix Grell's shirt and jacket. Stupid, stupid, he kept telling himself, wet clothes spread out on the floor, attacking the stains with a big misshapen lump of yellow soap. Stupid, but if something so simple would cheer his strange shinigami friend up, it seemed derelict for Hisoka not to at least try