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When; 12 am, Jan. 9
Rating; PG-16 for Mikhail's really foul mouth
Characters; Mikhail Trinity

cutyou_up, Setsuna F. Seiei

denyinurgod, Lockon Stratos

stalkingireland, Johann Trinity

patiencefirst, Nena Trinity

oopsitslipped, Feldt Grace

sendmeback, and Tieria Erde

worthier
Summary; Mikhail's de-aged and lost, Setsuna's a concerned agent of Katharon who looks after him. Except the curse ends! Cue lots of swearing and punches, and the entire gang attempting to break them up/cheer them on/moe on/look down on them.
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Soran shut his communication device, thoroughly convinced that the person he had been conversing with had indeed been Mikhail's older brother. He couldn't understand most of what everyone said about "curses" or him eventually understanding come midnight, but he didn't allow himself to be bothered by that for now. Right now, what's important was that Mikhail was taken back to his older brother, where he would be safe.

He glanced at the kid and gave him a reassuring smile. "He'll be here shortly." With that, he descended a few steps down the front of Building 4 and offered his hand to the little child.

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He looked up at the - boy? man? so like Aniki and yet not like him at all - new friend he had made, whom he already trusted as much as it's possible for a six year old to trust. When he had been standing lost and alone and unhappy in the middle of the square, this kind authority had entered the scene and gave Mikhail direction, gave him back the feeling of safety he had lost.

"Y' sure? Sure sure?" Mikhail asked petulantly, lower lip quivering slightly, one restless hand running through his messy bangs, the other taking Soran's extended hand.

He's seen these types of kids before, back in the Middle East, during the times when he picked up children lost and searching for their relatives, in the aftermath of an attack by the Federation. It had been heartbreaking to think that most of those children will never get to see their parents or siblings again (casualties of the attacks, sacrifices for the sake of a peace that was never real), but he still believed that God would not leave them alone.

His smile softened. "Of course. You trust him, right?"

"......" Silence. Mikhail turned his gaze to the floor, gripping Soran's hand tighter, cold pale skin contrasting sharply with the warm dark tan. He never doubted Johann, never! Johann would always come, would never let him down.....the uneasiness in the young boy's heart was just anticipation disguised as anxiety. It had to be. Mikhail swiped at his cheek, possibly brushing away a threatening tear; it was impossible to tell with his head down. "Yeah, I-"

The bells began to toll the hour. Mikhail looked up again, startled, his reply cut off by the sudden, clamorous din.

And then suddenly, Soran was gone, replaced by a highly confused, disoriented Setsuna F. Seiei. He blinked, the chiming of the City's bell ringing in his ears, before suddenly becoming awfully aware of the very much older man's hand clasped against his own.

Horrified, he looked up at the older person beside him.

And then an almost irrational anger consumed him entirely, and he grated his teeth together and hastily jerked his hand away.

"Do not touch me!" he roared, curling his hand into a fist and swinging it at the younger Trinity sibling.

"What the fucking shit is going-" is the thought that flashes through the now-normal Mikhail's mind as Setsuna's fist clocks him right in his left eye. The punch packs enough force to send Mikhail staggering backwards.

He regains his balance, panting heavily and glaring at the Kurdish brat, the little shithead. How dare he! How DARE he!

"You son of a BITCH!!" And he charges Setsuna, fists swinging, aiming for the face, the chest, the groin - anything to make Setsuna hurt.

Edited 2009-02-10 03:38 (UTC)

Mikhail's fist connected near the middle of Setsuna's face, and an audible crack was heard. Setsuna staggered back, blood dripping from his nose. He growled and dodged a second punch, consecutively swinging his fist up, aiming for Mikhail's stomach.

"I'm gonna-!!" Mikhail began, then stopped, cut off yet again - only not by the City bells, but by a vicious blow to the gut. The words, the promise of retaliation and revenge died on his lips and only air came out. He gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the painful emptiness in his lungs - lashing out with both hands, his fingers grabbed for Setsuna's hair; he wanted to seize that black mop and pull and throw the bastard to the ground.

He hadn't even had a chance to recollect himself when he felt fingers twist around his hair. He gave out a cry of pain as he was thrown into the ground, arms flinging out to try to grab Mikhail and pull him along.

Unfortunately for Setsuna, Mikhail managed to avoid the flailing arms. A smirk spread over his face as the other man hit the ground, and it grew wider still when Mikhail drew his foot back and then rammed it as hard as he could into Setsuna's unprotected side.

A strangled cry escaped from Setsuna's lips as Mikhail's foot rammed against his ribcage, and a dull crack resounded around the place. He bit hard against his lower lip as a sharp pang shot up his side, drawing blood. He rolled onto his good side, curling, the sharp pebbles from the ground scratching against his cheek.

And then he gritted his teeth as he pushed himself off the ground with both hands and swung a leg at Mikhail's feet, ignoring the agonizing pain from the cracked ribs.

Edited 2009-02-10 06:50 (UTC)

With a yell of dismay, Mikhail fell, one leg crumpling under him at a weird angle - and breaking with an unpleasant snapping noise as Mikhail's full weight landed on it. He let out a strangled cry, writhing, the pain consuming him. Feeling himself blacking out, he bit his tongue hard. The world refocused itself.

"Y-You....motherfucker...!!" he managed to snarl out, hands clenched so tight from the pain that his knuckles were white.

Setsuna took advantage of the small opening to lunge forward and swing another fist at Mikhail, an angered cry escaping him as he did, and all the while the only thought that ran in his mind was to fight and fight all he could until all energy drained from his body, until he couldn't fight anymore.

The fist popped him square on the nose - did it break? he couldn't tell - and bloodied it. Compared to the screaming in his leg, the pain was nothing at all, just a tap. Mikhail growled and swung back at Setsuna, blindly - only thinking about how this asshole was a failed Meister - he was slow and unreliable and pathetic and a fucking sheep - and Mikhail would not lose to him, he could not lose, he was Mikhail Trinity.

The sound of the tolling bells combined with the constant reminder of everything will be all right soon, it's almost midnight made Johann pick up his pace. He knew that if they were turning back this moment, there would be complications. Lockon Stratos had mentioned an understanding, a truce, but Johann was not so attached to the idea. Anything that would stop trouble for his siblings would be appreciated, but it didn't make him anymore trusting of the other, more irrational members of the group.

After all, it was the "original" members of Celestial Being who struck first against them. Bad blood was only to be expected. Knowing the behavior of Setsuna F. Seiei made this all the more likely, and he knew Mikhail wouldn't pass up on the opportunity to fight, not now.

Coming on to the scene, there was a lot to take in at once. The blood, his brother's leg, and the fact that he was already losing this battle (or had been losing it for some time, but he doubted that Mikhail hadn't had the advantage at some point). There was a faint weight in his stomach at seeing him like that, but he didn't pay as much attention to it as he could, rushing forward and sliding his hands underneath both of Mikhail's arms to pull him back. "Stop it, Mikhail. Setsuna." It wasn't time for formalities.

He kept a firm grip on Mikhail, but was ready to release him to hold off Setsuna if his arrival wasn't starting enough.

"Awwww man! I missed the fight, didn't I?" Nena pouted a bit, crossing her arms. She was rather glad to be back in her own body, especially after spending a whole day in Shiki's. Not her idea of fun. She wasn't even able to get Mikhail! which is probably why it was a good thing that Johann showed up when he did.

"Couldn't you guys have kept it going longer or something so that I'd get to see something?"

Aside from the vague notion of leaving Building 4 to accomplish some type of mission coupled with an urge to put distance between himself and humans, Tieria's only memory concerning the past 24 hours was this: Setsuna F Seiei, posting a notice for a found child. Name: Mikhail. Knowing the recent curse discrepancies, knowing both of their predispositions, it wasn't especially difficult to piece together just what occurred - and the situation now, had someone else not taken responsible action.

With that in mind, there was no time to dwell on uncertainties (nor how disconcerting it remained to have information stripped from him, inaccessible, whether inside his own mind or something far greater) before the likely outcome. Gunfire could attract unwanted attention, but as a last resort, it was preemptively drawn.

The sight as he rounded the corner confirmed it all, and he broke into a run. Any trace of surprise he had at the elder Trinity's presence disappeared by the time he closed enough distance to see the troublesome extent of Setsuna's injuries - such appearances were, while irritating, expected.

"Setsuna."

As if they hadn't been compromised enough, with Nena Trinity locating their apartment.

"This was beyond reckless," he snapped, though a critical eye stayed fixed on all three siblings for the time being, his mistrust of them not needing to be spelled out.

Edited 2009-02-11 04:22 (UTC)

Avoidant as she'd been as of recent, Feldt could not have picked a more obscenely inappropriate time to run into her comrades again. She had been concerned for how Mikhail had been affected by the curse, but decided to leave it alone for the time being, still reeling from earlier events.

The immediately recognizable figure from afar had been Tieria. An obvious altercation had taken place, and she was suddenly flooded with guilt. It was not as if she could do much to intervene in a situation like this in the first place, but to not be present for her friends ... ?

She rushed over, eyes falling on Mikhail at first, and his injuries. She flinched a bit at looking at him, feeling pity. An unfamiliar face was with Nena and Mikhail, though it did not take much deduction to understand that it was the remaining Trinity sibling.

She glanced over at Tieria, noting the tension. Kneeling beside Setsuna, Feldt hesitantly reached out a hand, but decided against touching him as of yet.

"Setsuna," her voice faltered slightly.

"Are you okay? Tieria, what happened?"

Edited 2009-02-12 06:48 (UTC)

As soon as he saw Setsuna's hopeful, helpful "Lost Child" notice, Lockon knew something bad was going to happen--but how much could he do in his current curse-induced state? He hadn't mentioned it to the others, knowing they'd only worry, but it was like he was a zombie again, only...more inclined to decay.

Still, with a few minutes left till midnight, he set out, trying to keep himself together...literally.

The end result is that by the time he got to the scene, the worst of the bloodshed was over. But he could tell there was still tension in the air. Who let Tieria and Feldt show up? There was no way they could make this situation any better, and they'd probably get hurt themselves in the process--especially Feldt.

He broke into a run as he approached. "Hey. Everyone shut up, okay?" He paused, leaned over to give Feldt a pat on the shoulder, and said, "Sorry, not you. But you might want to stay out of this for a bit."

Then he stood back and surveyed the situation. "What happened?"

As if he didn't already have an idea.

Setsuna gritted his teeth at the sudden appearance of the others. He backed away from Mikhail and attempted to get up—not the best move, because as soon as he tried to get back on his feet, a sharp, stinging pain coming from the spot where the younger Trinity brother had kicked him shot up.

He let out a cry of pain and fell back onto the ground. His brow furrowed and he glared daggers at Mikhail while wiping with one arm the blood dripping from his nose, leaving a dark red streak on his sleeve.

And although he heard the voices of the others, a jumble of disappointment, concern, and reprimand, he didn't respond; the almost illogical anger was still all too present inside him for him to say or do anything else, as well as the inescapable urge inside him to just fight. Because he had to, because that was all he knew.

Edited 2009-02-12 14:34 (UTC)

Mikhail just growled and struggled against his brother's grip. He wanted to fight, dammit! Wanted to punch and claw and strangle - Johann had probably said something, but Mikhail wasn't listening. He couldn't hear anything over the mad pounding of his heart thudding in his ears. Blood dripped from his nose, fell on his lips, rolled down his chin and splattered on the ground. Hot, salty, his own.

Briefly, his murderous eyes swept over everyone, glaring at the fucking Irishman and the Vedaphile Tieria, his hatred dimming slightly as he skipped past Feldt, only to burn fiercely again as his gaze locked onto the Exia Meister on the ground.

"You-" he snarled, trying lash out again, then faltered, crying out - he had jolted his broken leg. The pain was excruciating.

Edited 2009-02-13 03:30 (UTC)

Seeing the others arrive upon the scene didn't make him feel anymore reassured. If anything, with Mikhail's leg, they were outnumbered. Lockon Stratos, Setsuna F. Seiei, Tieria Erde, Feldt Grace—each one of the members of the "original" faction of Celestial Being made him feel a little more uneasy. It wasn't something he couldn't handle, but he felt frustrated.

Of course, this wasn't something he allowed to pass over his features aside from fleeting annoyance. Johann wasn't quick to responding to other people with frustration or anger, instead bottling it up for the sake of keeping his own frustrations from leaking over. It was this control that made him a natural hand at dealing with his siblings. Neither of them knew self-control. He understood that.

"Fighting more will only hurt you more," Johann said, tightening his grip on Mikhail. He noted the injury and how badly the leg was hurt, and any pressure would only make it so that the typical amount of time spent healing would be extended. "It's not to our advantage," he continued, lowering his voice for this (though he knew the others would still hear—with all of them within earshot, it was impossible to keep this interaction a secret). Exposure was something he didn't appreciate and the protective side of him was taking control of his instincts.

He glanced toward Nena and then back at Mikhail, hoping that she would understand to come over and assist him. At the moment, he wished to betray nothing more of how he felt, only wishing to remove Mikhail from this problematic situation.

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OKAY JOHANN COME BAIL YOUR BROTHER OUT ORZ

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HEY WE'RE ALL IN THE SAME PLACE SOMEHOW

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