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wizardmanor2024-04-05 09:03 am
revengier) wrote in wizardmanor2024-04-05 09:03 amFloor 4, Room 4
KURAPIKA
revengier) wrote in wizardmanor2024-04-05 09:03 am
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He tries to keep his cool, but he ultimately fails (4), the tips of his ears turning red and making its way to his cheeks. ]
I'm adding that to the list. Irritating.
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You look good in red.
[Add that to the list: schmoozer.
Now it's Akira's turn to drop his weight in Kurapika's lap and restrain him, knees bracketing his sides while his hands manacle his wrists. Should've thought twice about challenging Akira to a fight.]
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That doesn't mean he doesn't have fight in him, however, because he glares right up at Akira, his lips set in a frown. ]
Funny you say that. Most people are terrified to see anything red in relation to me.
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Yeah? Why's that?
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[ He decides not to resist again, figuring it would be a waste of time. But... for just a moment, he briefly looks away, feeling embarrassment creep up again (4) as Akira leans in. ]
Seeing those eyes on someone like me usually means death.
[ Usually. But does he seem like the person who goes around and indiscriminately kills? ]
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Death for who?
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For whoever sees them. [ He pauses. ] Or so the rumors say.
[ Because there are certainly rumors, as it comes with the territory of being a mafia boss. Gaining control over the Scarlet Eyes means that it's become a powerful tool to threaten and intimidate, and Kurapika has certainly made use of it. ]
I'm a lot pickier when it comes to who I actually hurt.
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Fine enough, as long as you're not on an active suicide mission.
[Just like every other red-eyed bitch he knows.]
Then who do you choose to hurt?
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Those responsible for killing my people.
[ In other words, revenge.
Kurapika takes this moment to flip their positions (20), using his legs to topple Akira over and climb onto him instead, pinning his wrists at his sides. ]
If you think I like enacting my revenge, however, you'd be wrong.
[ He doesn't know why he divulges that little piece of information. Maybe it's because he figures it's something Akira already knows, something he has inherently picked up from observing Kurapika in the time they've spent together.
But really... he doesn't know. ]
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Good thing, actually. Listening to Kurapika now, it's for the best he's aiming his hard scowl at the wall. Revenge... He never wants to hear that word again. God damn it.]
But you'll do it anyway. You've convinced yourself there's no other choice. No way forward.
[You've condemned yourself to death.]
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But the fight leaves him (1), and he lets go of Akira's wrists and sits back against his thighs. For a moment, he sits in silence and stares down at Akira, clearly contemplating something. ]
I don't have anyone to go back to, Akira. Everyone I know was killed. What else am I supposed to do, when I have no home to return to?
[ Sure, he has his friends, but he can't get them involved in this. That's the whole point of driving them away. ]
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He's seen that look before. He knows what those eyes mean. They fester in Akira's gut like a sickness, the look of someone who's given up, their mission one that ends only in their demise.
Akira's failed once. What are the chances he'd succeed this time (7)?
Swallowing around a dry throat, Akira stares up at Kurapika, vague traces of fear, of doubt, of concern lingering in his gaze.]
Start over. That's what you do. Kurapika... you're the one who's decided your life is over. Don't you see that?
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Kurapika frowns and shakes his head, trying to keep his cool, but ultimately failing (7). He grips onto the sheets on either side of Akira's shoulders, fingers creating waves in the fabric. ]
You make it sound easy, but you of all people should know it isn't. Didn't you have to restart? You know I can't just decide to do it and know that everything will work out.
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[Akira jerks hard, freeing his hands to reach up and grab Kurapika by the shoulders (16). Shaking him, yanking him closer. Look at me. If Akira lets himself look away now, he'll risk making the same mistake he did with Akechi. He can't do that. He won't do that.]
If you can bust your ass exacting revenge, you can put that same effort into letting yourself live. Don't be a stubborn ass. You're better than that.
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But it's not always easy, is it? Not when he's all but hit over the head with words he's been so desperate to hear, even though just hearing them at all knocks him so off-kilter that all he can do is twist that lack of balance into anger (1).
He grits his teeth, his eyes flashing a deep scarlet as all of the feelings he doesn't know what to do with stir painfully in his chest. ]
How do you know I'm better than that? How do you know I even deserve it, Akira? You don't know me as well as you think you do.
[ Or maybe, just maybe, Akira has a much better read on Kurapika than he had ever anticipated, and he doesn't know what to do with this. ]
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He'd rather err on the side of the positive, and wouldn't Akira always? If his ego damns him again, so be it, but he can't watch another person condemn themselves to hell right in front of him. He can't fail again. Surely, no one is beyond saving. Surely.]
I can see it, plain as day. You try to hard to be someone you're not. You're not the monster you think you are.
[And no amount of thinking it is going to turn you into a beast that blindly seeks revenge. You can't throw away your human heart.
Akira leaves no room for retort, hands sliding up to frame Kurapika's face and jerk him into a kiss (15). Sorry.]
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Kurapika wants to argue, wants to tell Akira that he's wrong, that maybe he wasn't a monster before, but he certainly is now. How could he not be after giving away so many pieces of himself?
Ah, but he can't say any of that, not when Akira's lips are pressed against his and he's warm, so warm that for just a second Kurapika's mind goes blank. He quickly recovers (18), however, his hands gripping onto Akira's shoulders and pushing him away, his eyes just as intensely red as they were moments ago. ]
You really think what I wanted right now was a kiss? Are you an idiot?
[ Of course Kurapika is aware of the possibility that Akira wanted to kiss him for the sake of it and not because he thought that was what Kurapika needed, but that thought is so terrifying that he doesn't want to voice it aloud.
So instead, he does something as equally stupid and tugs hard on Akira's collar, pulling him into another kiss. ]
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All Akira expects in return for his audacity is a fist to the face and a friendship soured. Everything's lining up according to his expectations with Kurapika arresting him by the shoulders and shoving him back, but heβ
He catches Akira completely off guard, so much so that he tenses, jerks when Kurapika tugs him into another kiss. Color him shocked, but more than anything, he's pleased. He knew Kurapika was a passionate person, that roaring inferno within him just barely contained. He should've known, then, how much he'd yearn for a moment like this.
Akira feels alive again, burning from the inside out, and he won't let Kurapika draw back. Looping his arms around his neck, Akira keeps Kurapika bound in a liplock (16). He won't be the one to end this. No, he'll leave the choice up to Kurapika, because god knows they'll both be feeling some kind of way about this in the morning.]
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Then again, Akira is always throwing him for some sort of loop, taking a twist he doesn't expect, and when he loops his arms around Kurapika's neck, he gasps softly against his lips, completely caught off guard (4). This, too, is probably a mistake and Kurapika is well aware of it. He always takes into account the consequences of his actions, all of the possible ways the things he does can ripple out and impact his future and his goals—but sometimes his old self gets the better of him, acts impulsively and without much thought.
For what is undoubtedly a mistake, his heart certainly hammers in his chest and his fingers clumsily pull harder at Akira's shirt. Maybe it's not so bad, for things to fall outside of his carefully constructed plans, even if he'll have trouble looking Akira in the eye for a few days. ]
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At least he isn't alone in that bottomless hunger. A shame about all the fumbling (4), but that's what happens when you've only just realized how starved you've been for physical touch, for connection, for whatever this mess is that they've entangled themselves in.
Akira is no better at tugging off shirts than Kurapika is, but maybe they shouldn't be trying to strip each other at the same time? When they next break for air, Akira lifts his arms to accommodate Kurapika's eager fingers. Don't chicken out on him now.]
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He sits back, pink-cheeked and eyes still very much red, as Akira lifts his arms. Does he just... tug on his shirt? Is that how this goes? Is that the proper order to all of this? Kurapika reaches out to do just that when—
A familiar object bumps at the door, getting stuck against the door jamb in a very strange rhythm. ]
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Picking up the roomba with a movement that can only be described as full of hate, he sets it back down just past his door. ]
Yamato is lucky I haven't thrown you out the window.
done
He clears his throat. ]
That happens often.
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...Oh boy.
[Yamato, you fucker. Do you have any idea what your stupid vacuum just interrupted?
It's... fine, actually. They were getting carried away and wouldn't have stopped on their own accord, and within weeks of knowing each other, they shouldn't... y'know. Embarrass themselves by being this damn eager.
If it's all the same to Kurapika, Akira's just gonna scoot to the edge of the bed and straighten out his clothes. Talk about a close shave.]
Seriously? I'm surprised you haven't mauled that thing.
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