Note: written for sin_city_sniper of LiveJournal.
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Waiting Time
They'd rather not talk about it. How one of them longs for revenge, for retribution paid in blood, so badly that the longing is just a hair's breadth away from turning into lust. How the other shores up his anger at being left behind, feeds it and lives off it, because even though anger sits uncomfortably with him, anything is better than being just plain hurt.
There isn't anyone to talk to anyhow. The boy has promised them what they want, if they will help him, and they don't ask for more than that for fear that the flimsy soap-bubble of a chance will burst into nothingness. And besides that, though neither of them will admit it, they are a little intimidated by him and the way he keeps an iron grip on Lower Town, how he keeps his eyes chill and dead as though all that lay behind them was so many microchips. Emishi isn't one you can confide in, and his propensity for cracking the most painful jokes is something neither quite has the patience for. The man in white has the annoying air of being in this for the fun, condescending in a way that has everything to do with a smug sense of superiority for having come from the upper reaches of Babylon City. And Juubei does not want to give his sister grief, and Fudou only barely acknowledges her existence.
So they don't talk. They do anything but. And if it sometimes ends in a tangle of flesh, and tongues, and nails and teeth and needles leaving marks on bare skin, they aren't hurting anyone but themselves, however rough one wants to be, however much pain the other needs to feel. There is no mutual desire here: neither minds if other names are called, cried out, or whispered between the gasps and groans. And as they move together, roll and tumble to an unsteady, ragged rhythm, they both know that they won't be satisfied, that they are both just biding their time until they can get their hands (and teeth, and maybe even needles) on what they really want.
They're just waiting, after all. Just killing time.