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Log; complete! <3
When; Today
Rating; Somewhat... PG-13
Characters; Monou Fuuma (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
antichristsmile) & Kamui Shirou (fateisabitch)
Summary; Let's just say... Meeting of former friends, wherein Kamui gets pwned over coffee ice cream. XD;
Log;
Kamui stepped out of his apartment and into the hall, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, and pressing his forehead to the door. He needed… a break. Sure, Keiichi was a great friend and all, but… sometimes being around too much cheerfulness and positivity got downright exhausting. And why did he keep hugging him? It was confusing Kamui for sure.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing that was confusing him. Recently, he'd felt the very familiar aura of his twin star in this place, but… that didn't make any sense. Why would Fuuma be here? And why was it so strong in his building? Maybe he was just going insane…
Although he'd been slanted more than a few dubious looks on his way back from the grocery shop (a difficult find, but nowhere near as challenging as sifting through the myriad auras in this building), Fuuma thought it frankly a crime to let coffee ice cream go to waste on a day when it liked to melt to slush under the lid and his fingers. Running his tongue between thumb and forefinger paused as he approached the apartment he'd deemed abandoned, and a long-anticipated figure stepped into view.
Gently, he moved the cover on the tub of ice cream back into place, expression easy and voice light. "Good day, neighbor."
Kamui's eyes shot open. He knew that voice. Very, VERY well. He didn't think that... but there was no way he was that insane as to be having auditory hallucinations. "Fuu..." he slowly stood up straight and turned to the door of the apartment next to him, "Fuuma..." He wasn't sure whether he should bolt back into his apartment, or run to his former friend. He didn't know... which Fuuma he was dealing with.
He was amused at the obvious hesitation; perhaps it had been fate's decree for him to have been out-of-doors in generic garb today, shirt and jeans, sunglasses nestled at the top of his head and catching warm dollops of sun in the streets. "Kamui." Long strides carried him nearer, and he leaned against the doorjamb of the apartment next to the one where Kamui lingered like a hunted rabbit, tucking away the urge to reach out and take the play further. "Don't I get a 'hello'?"
Kamui found himself backing up by instinct, eyes wide. "I... he-hello." Why did he suddenly feel like some poor little prey animal under Fuuma's gaze? The other wasn't even really doing anything and he already found himself flipping out a little. If the older teen were to attack, Kamui wouldn't be able to fight back here without risking injury to the people in the other apartments.
He took a deep breath. "Are... are you Fuuma, or..." Of course, the more appropriate question probably would have been, 'are you planning to kill me?' but Kamui's mind wasn't exactly working all that well at the moment.
... And the most ironic part of it was that he wasn't even trying. He relished mindgames, of course, played them like a master; but skill appreciated challenge, which Kamui could hardly provide at the moment. He cocked his head with a slight smile, matter-of-fact. "What do you think?"
Well, Fuuma really wasn't actively trying to kill him, so... maybe it was okay? Kamui timidly took a few steps closer to get a better look at Fuuma. Usually, his eyes were a tell-tale sign of which personality he was, but... damn it, he couldn't tell right now. "I... I don't know..." While he was letting down a little of his guard, it was obvious he wasn't going to let it all down. Not around Fuuma, unless he was SURE it was the old Fuuma.
Fuuma just shook his head, eyes never leaving Kamui's even as he finally reached out and chucked him under the chin. "You do, Kamui." A pause, a rustle as Fuuma moved back to his side of the door, back against the wall and ambiguous little smile still in place, sifting shadows through his face. A flick of the fingers, then he leaned down to suck a small spill of ice cream on the fingers holding the container. "... Ice cream?"
Kamui watched the other with a wary expression before looking to the ice cream. "I... I guess? If it's okay..." Here he was, saying yes to ice cream from his mortal enemy. Maybe. He still wasn't sure if this was Fuuma or Kamui; he was acting like... both. Still, he stepped just a little closer, showing that he was letting his guard down even more.
Fuuma just grinned, swirling one of his fingers in the tub before reaching out suddenly and tracing it across Kamui's lips, painting his mouth in aromatic and sweet. Then, before the other could react, he leaned over and quite efficiently licked it all off; smile broadening as he pulled back, Kamui's chin cupped in his fingers. "And, thank you for sharing."
Kamui was frozen on the spot, eyes wide, when the other licked his lips. Well, that answered his question of which personality was out. He snapped out of his shocked daze just as the other spoke again, yanking away from him and pushing backwards in an attempt to escape, but only managing to fall to the ground. "Don't... how dare you...!" he growled, scooting back on the floor, trying to get to his feet. At the moment he wasn't exactly the most graceful being; his mind racing in all sorts of directions and limbs not working together. He was confused, and, well... frightened. What would Fuuma do to him now? What would he do to the people here Kamui had come to care about?
Fuuma didn't pursue, taking the time while Kamui was scrabbling about like a beached fish to quietly set down his now-very-messy container of ice cream--at least he hadn't been wearing clothes he would have had to regret soiling--before moving in, graceful and deadly quick. One moment he was standing noticeably distant; the next, kneeling and slamming Kamui's wrists against the wall with one hand as he tilted his head downward until their eyes were a lash's width apart. "There is no need for me to dare, Kamui, if you give yourself to me so easily..." His tongue flickered out, stole the last trace of cream from the corner of Kamui's lips...
Kamui cried out when his wrists were so roughly pinned against the wall, and then tried to struggle out of that hold. Unsuccessfully. "I don't..." he whimpered, still trying to kick the other way or SOMETHING. "I don't give myself easily!" Maybe, just maybe, he'd be lucky enough for someone to hear him. Maybe someone would come save him, though... he did hope that it was NOT one of the Sumeragi twins. He wanted to keep them out of this. "Just leave me alone!"
His aggressor just chuckled breathily, lips brushing against a lovely familiar neck, the warmth welcoming where its owner wasn't. "If that is your wish." Then, swiftly as he'd attacked he withdrew, leaving Kamui slumped and rumpled against the wall as he stepped away to retrieve his dessert and push open the door to his own apartment. A single look over his shoulder, eyes dark and intense, pinned the smaller boy where he lay. "I enjoyed our reunion, Kamui. Many happy returns."
Kamui remained huddled in the hall, too shellshocked to do much of anything else. Fuuma was just messing with him, as always; just another reminder that Fuuma wasn't Fuuma anymore. He looked at his wrists, which were a little bruised, and rubbed them before curling into a ball. "Fuuma..." he whimpered out and started to silently cry.
Rating; Somewhat... PG-13
Characters; Monou Fuuma (
antichristsmile) & Kamui Shirou (fateisabitch)Summary; Let's just say... Meeting of former friends, wherein Kamui gets pwned over coffee ice cream. XD;
Log;
Kamui stepped out of his apartment and into the hall, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, and pressing his forehead to the door. He needed… a break. Sure, Keiichi was a great friend and all, but… sometimes being around too much cheerfulness and positivity got downright exhausting. And why did he keep hugging him? It was confusing Kamui for sure.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing that was confusing him. Recently, he'd felt the very familiar aura of his twin star in this place, but… that didn't make any sense. Why would Fuuma be here? And why was it so strong in his building? Maybe he was just going insane…
Although he'd been slanted more than a few dubious looks on his way back from the grocery shop (a difficult find, but nowhere near as challenging as sifting through the myriad auras in this building), Fuuma thought it frankly a crime to let coffee ice cream go to waste on a day when it liked to melt to slush under the lid and his fingers. Running his tongue between thumb and forefinger paused as he approached the apartment he'd deemed abandoned, and a long-anticipated figure stepped into view.
Gently, he moved the cover on the tub of ice cream back into place, expression easy and voice light. "Good day, neighbor."
Kamui's eyes shot open. He knew that voice. Very, VERY well. He didn't think that... but there was no way he was that insane as to be having auditory hallucinations. "Fuu..." he slowly stood up straight and turned to the door of the apartment next to him, "Fuuma..." He wasn't sure whether he should bolt back into his apartment, or run to his former friend. He didn't know... which Fuuma he was dealing with.
He was amused at the obvious hesitation; perhaps it had been fate's decree for him to have been out-of-doors in generic garb today, shirt and jeans, sunglasses nestled at the top of his head and catching warm dollops of sun in the streets. "Kamui." Long strides carried him nearer, and he leaned against the doorjamb of the apartment next to the one where Kamui lingered like a hunted rabbit, tucking away the urge to reach out and take the play further. "Don't I get a 'hello'?"
Kamui found himself backing up by instinct, eyes wide. "I... he-hello." Why did he suddenly feel like some poor little prey animal under Fuuma's gaze? The other wasn't even really doing anything and he already found himself flipping out a little. If the older teen were to attack, Kamui wouldn't be able to fight back here without risking injury to the people in the other apartments.
He took a deep breath. "Are... are you Fuuma, or..." Of course, the more appropriate question probably would have been, 'are you planning to kill me?' but Kamui's mind wasn't exactly working all that well at the moment.
... And the most ironic part of it was that he wasn't even trying. He relished mindgames, of course, played them like a master; but skill appreciated challenge, which Kamui could hardly provide at the moment. He cocked his head with a slight smile, matter-of-fact. "What do you think?"
Well, Fuuma really wasn't actively trying to kill him, so... maybe it was okay? Kamui timidly took a few steps closer to get a better look at Fuuma. Usually, his eyes were a tell-tale sign of which personality he was, but... damn it, he couldn't tell right now. "I... I don't know..." While he was letting down a little of his guard, it was obvious he wasn't going to let it all down. Not around Fuuma, unless he was SURE it was the old Fuuma.
Fuuma just shook his head, eyes never leaving Kamui's even as he finally reached out and chucked him under the chin. "You do, Kamui." A pause, a rustle as Fuuma moved back to his side of the door, back against the wall and ambiguous little smile still in place, sifting shadows through his face. A flick of the fingers, then he leaned down to suck a small spill of ice cream on the fingers holding the container. "... Ice cream?"
Kamui watched the other with a wary expression before looking to the ice cream. "I... I guess? If it's okay..." Here he was, saying yes to ice cream from his mortal enemy. Maybe. He still wasn't sure if this was Fuuma or Kamui; he was acting like... both. Still, he stepped just a little closer, showing that he was letting his guard down even more.
Fuuma just grinned, swirling one of his fingers in the tub before reaching out suddenly and tracing it across Kamui's lips, painting his mouth in aromatic and sweet. Then, before the other could react, he leaned over and quite efficiently licked it all off; smile broadening as he pulled back, Kamui's chin cupped in his fingers. "And, thank you for sharing."
Kamui was frozen on the spot, eyes wide, when the other licked his lips. Well, that answered his question of which personality was out. He snapped out of his shocked daze just as the other spoke again, yanking away from him and pushing backwards in an attempt to escape, but only managing to fall to the ground. "Don't... how dare you...!" he growled, scooting back on the floor, trying to get to his feet. At the moment he wasn't exactly the most graceful being; his mind racing in all sorts of directions and limbs not working together. He was confused, and, well... frightened. What would Fuuma do to him now? What would he do to the people here Kamui had come to care about?
Fuuma didn't pursue, taking the time while Kamui was scrabbling about like a beached fish to quietly set down his now-very-messy container of ice cream--at least he hadn't been wearing clothes he would have had to regret soiling--before moving in, graceful and deadly quick. One moment he was standing noticeably distant; the next, kneeling and slamming Kamui's wrists against the wall with one hand as he tilted his head downward until their eyes were a lash's width apart. "There is no need for me to dare, Kamui, if you give yourself to me so easily..." His tongue flickered out, stole the last trace of cream from the corner of Kamui's lips...
Kamui cried out when his wrists were so roughly pinned against the wall, and then tried to struggle out of that hold. Unsuccessfully. "I don't..." he whimpered, still trying to kick the other way or SOMETHING. "I don't give myself easily!" Maybe, just maybe, he'd be lucky enough for someone to hear him. Maybe someone would come save him, though... he did hope that it was NOT one of the Sumeragi twins. He wanted to keep them out of this. "Just leave me alone!"
His aggressor just chuckled breathily, lips brushing against a lovely familiar neck, the warmth welcoming where its owner wasn't. "If that is your wish." Then, swiftly as he'd attacked he withdrew, leaving Kamui slumped and rumpled against the wall as he stepped away to retrieve his dessert and push open the door to his own apartment. A single look over his shoulder, eyes dark and intense, pinned the smaller boy where he lay. "I enjoyed our reunion, Kamui. Many happy returns."
Kamui remained huddled in the hall, too shellshocked to do much of anything else. Fuuma was just messing with him, as always; just another reminder that Fuuma wasn't Fuuma anymore. He looked at his wrists, which were a little bruised, and rubbed them before curling into a ball. "Fuuma..." he whimpered out and started to silently cry.