[INCOMPLETE] Kamui, Fuuma, and Subaru.

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When; Undecided...
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Kamui (fateisabitch), Fuuma (antichristsmile), and TB!Subaru (angstmagnet)
Summary; Kamui, being the genius he is, goes to talk to Fuuma. The worried boyfriend Subaru follows.
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[OOC: TB!Subaru-mun~ We decided that RPing would take too long for the FxK stuff, so here is a mutually agreed upon starter. We really should make this RP as short as possible, okay? And Subaru should so get hurt so Kamui can flip out over him >D]

It was a stupid idea; Kamui knew that from the moment he snuck out of the twins’ apartment. Yet, regardless, he still found himself wandering the city at dusk, seeking out his twinstar for, of all things, comfort. He was still hurting and feeling torn from the arrival of Kotori, and while the twins had helped him feel a bit better, they were still… outsiders. There were certain things they would never understand or be able to sooth. The only person who would possibly understand all this was Fuuma.

After about a half-hour of searching, Kamui finally found the one he was looking for in the city’s garden, by the creek. He was hesitant at first (with good reason) to even be around the other, but… never the less, he told Fuuma everything, and at it seemed as though Fuuma understood. Of course, it soon became apparent it was all just an act --part of a game-- as things quickly turned sour between them: Fuuma turning Kamui’s own thoughts and words against him to start chipping at him, bringing tears to amethyst eyes.

As Kamui began to cry, Fuuma leaned in, nuzzling his cheek, and then licking at the tears as he not-so-subtly purred in his ear, “You're so pretty when you cry, so very pretty. I could kill you now and gaze upon it forever.” He seemed to be… enjoying this. He was enjoying breaking Kamui down; making his eyes widen and his body tremble as they were now, a terrified gasp leaving the smaller teen’s throat as Fuuma’s hand wrapped around it.

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Subaru hadn't a good notion of why Kamui was venturing out, only that he seemed troubled. Though he was not certain of the cause it was still a concern and he'd seen how the other took things out on himself almost every time something was wrong, and thus the prudent choice of following him out.

...Yes, prudent. Not at all protective. That was just plain silly.

Out of some habit he carried the guns he'd purchased for training with Jr, having become accustomed to meeting his rather young-looking instructor when it was convenient. Unlike him it would seem the redhead actually had things to tend to and thus Subaru was content to accomodate that schedule.

So there he was, following Kamui, with holstered handguns. Somehow he felt that very odd, but elected to avoid thinking about it. Nothing in this city failed to be odd, and besides...Jr carried his guns everywhere too.

Subaru was definitely picking up his teacher's habits, although upon seeing Fuuma he immediately wanted to show off whatever rudimentary abilities he possessed. But spite was an alien sensation to him and Subaru tried to push it aside. The two appeared to be talking.

Which was okay...until Fuuma had a hand on Kamui's throat. At which point another lovely borrowed habit asserted itself and Subaru immediately had closed distance with twin barrels poised against Fuuma's head. Point blank, yes, for his aim wasn't nearly as good as his teacher's.

"Let him go." A flat statement, if not a direct order.

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Kamui looked at the new arrival with wide eyes. Had Subaru... followed him? "N-no..." his hands grabbed the wrist of the hand on his neck, but he made no further movements. If experience had taught him anything, it was that Fuuma loved a struggle and would probably tighten his hand around Kamui's throat if he moved too much.

"Subaru, don't!" he wailed, "Get out of here while you can!" Nevermind that with guns poised at Fuuma's head, Subaru did seemingly have the upper-hand; he just knew that with Fuuma, that could change in the blink of an eye. Weapons or no.

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There was no pause in the wake of Subaru's threat, no start in his features nor anything resembling surprise--the seconds dripped into dusk and vanished. "Good evening." Fuuma smiled at his attacker, slow and lovely, even as his fingers kneaded the skin of Kamui's neck and his free hand came easily up. "Subaru-kun."

His fingers wrapped halfway around the barrel of a gun, but there was no force behind the motion; in the making it became a caress, slipping softly up the handle and ghosting across Subaru's thumb on the trigger. He turned his head only slightly, cheek against cold metal--one eye watching with a sort of pleasant expectation.

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The response make Subaru blink, mind clearly trying to order a response while being entirely baffled. Kamui had told him to run but he surely wasn't going to do that. He couldn't just leave the other where he was, with this guy's hand on his throat. It wasn't even an option in his mind.

Yet here this Fuuma person was, behaving very strangely. Almost as though the weapons were no threat at all and something about that worried him but he refused to entertain thoughts that deviated from standing his ground.

With a shift of hands that was far more subtle than his teacher the two barrels were aimed between Fuuma's eyes, he wary of the odd look in them and having moved slightly to get the other's hand away from him.

"Let him go now." He repeated, still an order, still without expression.

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Kamui wasn't sure what to do now. On one hand, he wanted to tell Fuuma to leave Subaru the hell alone... but if he did that and Fuuma punished him for it, Subaru might do something risky. On the other hand, saying anything to Subaru seemed as if it would be fruitless, and if he did nothing at all, the green-eyed object of his affections might STILL get hurt by Fuuma. Things seemed to be screwed, either way.

"Subaru, please," he pleaded, pretty sure it wasn't going to do anything, but... better to try than do nothing at all. "Please just leave! I'd rather him kill me than hurt you!" Why was Subaru acting like this? So cold, so dominant. Would he be the same with anyone in this situation? Or was Hokuto right about Subaru seeing him as special?