A.C.: So... anyone miss me? -runs before is killed-
Yes, I realize pretty much nothing makes up for the six month gap between updates buuut...
I had a good reason
I'm pretty sure
I just can't think of one at the very moment
Gimmy a sec
-Offers tied up Kai-
"Takao, what exactly do you see Kai as?"
"He's... he's..."
What was Kai to him now?
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"Hey, hey, what about this dude?"
"Get rid of him"
"Wait, where are you going?"
"To save my idiot brother."
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"Huh, Kai you're back."
The slate-haired teen shook his head absentmindedly in reply. As he made himself up the stairs, Ivan met him halfway and began to gently lead him back down. "Trust me; you don't want to go there."
"Boris." He stated flatly, his expression pinched and displeased. He trembled beneath his white-and-orange jacket though it was not visible unless one was looking for it. The shorter Russian eyed him casually; face determinedly pointed towards the ground floor. Kai made an impatient noise at the back of his throat before following, his feet oddly hesitant across the steps.
"Feh, as if." Ivan waved his hand, his hunt for the wayward Dragoon-blader abandoned for now. The chances were that he and Kai had already met though it was strange that the younger blunette was not hanging over his ex-captain as he had always done in the past.
Less trouble for him then, he just hoped that a skeletal corpse didn't show up weeks later during spring cleaning.
Kai sat down on the sofa seemingly determined to bodily merge with it. Attempting to scrap the mental image the thought brought into mind, Ivan offered, "got the tickets."
"Good."
"You sure about this?"
"There is nothing left here anyways." Kai mumbled, the silver-stained bangs falling into his face. His eyes became far away again, something akin to a galaxy forming in the startlingly clear depths. He closed his eyes, blinking the stars out of existence. "Wouldn't be fair..." he breathed.
"Kai?"
"...Hn?"
"You feel that?"
"...yeah."
"You... going to do something about it?"
A sigh.
"Yeah."
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He sees the flames on the walls and the smoke against the ceiling. He realizes, he doesn't remember how he got there.
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"I don't know..." a hand went up to brush the unruly bangs back. He kicked the ground ruefully, his fist clenching. "Heh, Kai must think me a nuisance," he heard a snort of agreement. "But I can't help it. There's something different about him you know? He's beautiful." He turned around, grinning with a sort of sheepishness. "I... love him." Takao started walking again, towards the gate and the black bars. "And I guess, if you really someone." He put a hand against the gate, his fingers curling. "You let them... go."
Yuriy laughed, harsh and unforgiving. Like the winter, beautiful and terrifying. The redhead snarled out--"Don't tell me you actually believe that bullshit." The blunette quaked where he stood; still and afraid, angry as Yuriy prowled around him like a wolf to a newborn fawn. He could feel the moist breath across the outer shell of his ear, frightening but oddly provocative. Not for the first time, never, he wondered how he could compete with that. "Kai thinks he's a damned martyr who has to spend the rest of his life quarantined in some underground warehouse just to preserve this god-be-damned world. It'd give him a peace of mind that's true but that's not what I want, that's not what he needs."
"But what if he is a danger to this world?!"
Yuriy grinned,
"Like I said, the world I don't care about."
His arm extended smoothly towards the gate, a polite way of kicking someone out – Takao thought and immediately blurted out,
"You can't just leave it like this!"
Takao grabbed Yuriy's arm. The redhead's entire demeanor changed. He didn't snarl, he didn't curse like he's seen the Neo Borg captain do in a state of agitation. Yuriy became stiff as a board, stiff like he would shatter any moment to impale him with dagger-like fragments.
"Like what?" he asked his voice low, mentally prying off the fingers one by one. Takao shivered at the low tone, his fingers curled, nails caught in the redhead's sweater. His handful of threads attached, a handful of black threads.
"Kuro Suzaku! He's your... you can't!!"
"Do you really think he's that weak?"
"You weren't there during Lake Baikal."
"No," Yuriy agreed, "I was there before that."
Silence then – "weren't you the one who was always harping on about believing in him...?"
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He came through the snow as he had come through the trees. The delicate whiteness had fallen before him as had the yellow leaves. He was dressed the same way as he had left Hiroshi's room, still wearing the white-and-orange jacket that would have better fit the captain of the Neo Borg. Now that he had thought about it, it probably was the other Russian's jacket. He looked tired, resigned but amused. His eyes had always been piercing, beautiful, but they were no longer directed towards him.
They had never been directed towards him, not in that way at least.
And probably never even if they had not been sibs from the start, not even if they were total strangers, not even if Kai was the chaser and he the chasee.
Never
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"What would you do if the person you loved wasn't the person you thought you were?"
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It was finality, an ultimatum.
Accept-it-or-leave-it, the body posture said as Yuriy lowered his head to devour Kai's mouth. The phoenix seemed reluctant at first, irritable, which did far greater things to Takao's ego than any other match-and-victory would have done. But jealousy bubbled, boiled over his cast-iron stomach as Kai eventually accepted, reciprocate even, with a flick of his soft tongue. The blunette tore his gaze away, his innards in shredded strips as he stepped backwards and stumbled against the black iron.
The two broke apart mere seconds later, Kai perfectly composed, maybe a tint of pink gracing his features. Yuriy was laughing silently under his breath, his pale blue eyes twinkling wolfishly as Takao stared back at them in mute despair.
There was a reason why Yuriy had not lashed out at him when he had grabbed his arm for a moment, challenging his claim.
Yuriy simply ceased to see him as a threat
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"What would you do if he was your brother?"
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With a loud clang, the attack gear of the bey struck the frost-coated bars before embedding itself into something far softer.
With a shout of surprise, Ozuma fell back, droplets of blood spraying the snow.
Takao stared dumbfounded at the fallen leader of the St. Shields.
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What if you didn't care?I
A.C.: Sad thing is that I don't remember... this story
And that it makes me sadder trying to go throug it all
So sorry about the discrepancies and hope this chapter was to your likin D:
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This Account Is So Old Wow - I see Kurosaisei-san has changed her name -w- I wonder about my story too hmm...
Substance? What is this substance you speak of? I is confuzzled
inexperienced Asianese + drinking = BAD!!!
Gabz - And there you have it, or not
Takao is slow and I am lazy
Give us time-! (gets hit by a brick)
Miako6 - So do I o.o