tampered | [ Ongoing ] Muraki, Oriya

When; Now?
Rating; G-PG.. these ARE Muraki and Oriya after all..
Characters; Muraki Kazutaka[

roy_de_epee] and Miibu Oriya [

kyotodollmaster]
Summary; The neighbors finally pay each other a proper visit..
Comments; Tracking thread, post as comments instead of replies!
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Would you rather I visit and sully up your mats-- if that wasn't a cause for Oriya to march right in there and give him a well-deserved kick, nothing was. Really, what was Muraki thinking? He paused, though. It wasn't as though Muraki didn't think before acting out his strangely deluded plots, but it wasn't as though many of them were useful. And a frown settled on his face as he closed the door to his house, and then headed out next door, where Muraki lived. He didn't like disturbing Muraki hen he was at work, occasionally dropping by when he could, but other than that, he had begun his secret work. Useful people who wished to be used and those that could be made a profit of.

He would never change. He didn't expect Muraki to.

It had been long since he'd allowed himself to feel anything for the man who wouldn't give him a second thought, and then, realising Ukyo's feelings.. he couldn't exactly interfere in a place he had no permission being in. While it wasn't fair, he was still.. assured, somehow. That things would be alright.

Moving a hand to the door handle, Oriya pushed it open and stepped in, his long kimono trailing behind him as he entered.

"This'd better not give me another grey hair." he murmured to himself, moving a hand to his long auburn hair and combing it back as he closed the door behind him. He had questions, but they could wait.

"You don't waste any time, do you, Muraki."

Or might as well start them now, indirectly.. he'd been watching his friend, and he didn't quite understand what his motives were, here..

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Fortunately (for Muraki, so it seemed), he had taken some company in the form of a lengthy novel. While it seemed a tedious subject - the title read "Royal History of England" - it still was a topic nonetheless strangely fascinating. Even when the door opened, Muraki still pored over the pages as he lounged on the spacious sofa. The only time he finally seemed to acknowledge that he did indeed have a visitor was when he heard him speak to him.

"Oh, you must mean acquiring more for my personal library," he flippantly remarked, staring up to Oriya blankly and pointing at the substantially large pile of books. "I admit, I did purchase a lot in a quick amount of time." He had a feeling, though, that it wasn't about his mountain of tomes at all. Though it didn't hurt to attempt to stall a while before finding out the true reason.

And as he expected, Muraki was going to delay the subject. Brilliant. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he gave the room a look, then shrugged slightly as he moved ahead.

"You have -accomplished- much in a short set of time, Muraki." he moved his arms over his chest, folding them and then turned to look at the silver-haired man who had been terrorizing the Shinigami for.. how long had it been now?

It seemed like ages. And Oriya's dislike for them grew further and further- it wasn't as though he agreed with Muraki's ways, either. But the fact that it was Muraki made some of his own intentions pretty.. questionable.

Tilting his head to a side, Oriya gave his friend a look that wasn't entirely believing him. ".. and it isn't the books that I am referring to." he completed with a glare in his eyes. He wanted to know why Muraki had bothered touching that dead girl.. again, as well as chase the Shinigami to madness. It wasn't as though.. he was here for him to resurrect!

"Oh, don't worry - I'll hire cleaners to get whatever stains there are out," he replied almost a little too casually. Of course, Muraki had an idea of just why Oriya had, indeed, decided to pay a visit. Not that the subject was really anyone's business but his own, anyway, but he'd entertain a friend's ideas of what was ultimately one's own business. For a moment, anyway.

He shut the book with a loud snap and rose slightly from his lofty position on the couch just barely. "Though you are going to a lot of trouble over some minor cleaning concerns. Surely such an informal trifle would bring a friend to my doorstep." Like he'd ever divulge first the intent behind Oriya's visit.

"Oh you know me so well." Oriya replied in a deadpanned voice. He didn't know why Muraki bothered. Was it to grate on his nerves, or did he really like his company so much that he wanted to irritate him just to enjoy his frustration like a sadist?

Keeping his arms folded, he turned to face Muraki directly, bronze eyes holding clear questioning within them.

"What is the point of all of this, Muraki? First it was Bon, then it was that girl and now.. how much are you going to do until you are satisfied?" he asked, his voice holding a bit of an edge. He was growing exhausted of having to hear of people out to kill Muraki every step he took-- and with him being unable to do anything about it.

Muraki didn't even shift or blink as Oriya went on with his concerns. Frankly, Muraki saw little point in such concerns - they were unrelated to Oriya as a whole, and he had thought that his friend had known of his plan all along, anyhow. A blank look crossed his face as he looked to Oriya, but he soon let himself sink into the cushions of the sofa and his eyes fluttered shut.

"As much as needed, Oriya, and you know that," he answered with a non-committal sigh. "And you know why I do this... though why it concerns you, I do not know," Muraki added in a mumble.

He knew it didn't concern him, and that was what bothered him. All his life, Oriya had- as far as he had been so with Muraki, given him his space and let him do as he pleased. Let him cause the destruction he'd wanted, and let him destroy himself in the process. Because none of the times had he been allowed to interfere, he'd never made anything his business.

But now, from the way Muraki spoke, it was as if his presence mattered not. Then again, what was he getting annoyed about? It wasn't as though he had involved himself in his friend's life.

"It concerns me because I am your friend, Muraki Kazutaka, as little as that word may hold in meaning for you." he replied in a tight voice. This was why he had ultimately stopped hoping, for anything whatsoever. It wasn't as though he'd ever get it.

"Saki isn't here for you to revive. You're merely wasting TIME." the words were icy but carefully chosen. Oriya didn't want to interfere where he had no place, but his concern wouldn't let him be at ease.

"Wasting time?" Muraki challenged, slowly opening his eyes to look at Oriya. He smirked a little to himself - wasting time was his hobby, sometimes, it seemed. But, in this case, there was more at stake than free time to waste loitering about. Silly Oriya for forgetting.

He reached for a nearby pack of cigarettes and pulled one out quickly. God, did he want one now. "Ah, but who says I'm wasting time?" He finally produced a lighter from the pocket of his trousers and flicked the flame to life. Within a moment, the tobacco caught flame and a puff of smoke rose into the air lazily. "Simply because neither Saki nor Tsuzuki-san is here does not necessarily mean I still can't do anything, you know," Muraki continued in a breath of smoke.

Smiling cheerily, he eyed Oriya and chuckled. "You shouldn't worry so much - don't want to get wrinkles and prematurely grey, do you?"

He wished he could ignore just everything Muraki did, but if he did that, who would his friend have remaining to turn to? Certainly none other who'd be.. efficient, and he didn't like the idea of Muraki not needing him anymore.

Rolling his eyes, Oriya moved forth and seated himself beside Muraki, keeping his arms folded in front of his chest. He wasn't amused, nor did he approve of him being treated as though he was doing this willingly, so Muraki's words added a little more to his frustration.

"Thank you for your concern, Muraki, but I doubt that would bother you in the least." he replied with a small smirk, tilting his head to a side to observe his friend. Being a smoker himself, he ignored his best fried's habit and then lowered his voice, asking finally what had been on his mind for days.

"What will happen now?"

[ Ongoing ] Muraki, Oriya - Neighbors!

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