deadly_garden: (Sad Yoko)
deadly_garden ([personal profile] deadly_garden) wrote2009-10-06 04:13 pm

Living in a World Without You [RL with Kuronue]

Kurama sighed, watching Kuronue. This was the second time he'd had to deal with the bat not knowing him in the span of a month. The last one was a virus, but this...

Whoever that girl was, he was going to find her and kill her, but not until after he tortured her for her indiscretions.  No one lived to speak about doing harm to Kurama's if he had anything to say about it.  And he usually did.

He debated with himself for a brief moment before holding out his hand.  "I won't judge you.  I don't think I ever will, in fact.  If you're hurt, you can tell me. I won't breathe a word to another living being, I swear."  He took a deep breath, hoping his heartbreak wasn't bleeding through and showing on his features, though it came out through his voice.  Strained and with the tiniest bit of pain, he added, "Please, Kuro-ai.  Please let me help."

[identity profile] 2009-10-06 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
There was no sense of deja vu or familiarity, no raw instinct that hissed in the back of the mind 'no, it's fine, trust 'im' or 'run, run like your wings are on fire, never look back.' There was only the feeling in his gut that had hit him like a sledgehammer around the same time that weird light had. She'd knocked him down and ripped away his entire self, and Kuronue knew it, he could feel that empty yawning chasm of all the things he should know. There was no waffling over whether or not his memory was gone - he knew it was. And he knew the inherent risks that came from it.

Without bonds to build up levels of trust and friendship, he was left with only the creature he'd been long before Kurama and he had ever met. The street sense he'd taught himself, to trust no one, for any reason. A kind hand could open-palm slap the shit out of a body just as easy as a cruel one.

He flinched back and stared at Kurama's outstretched fingers. They were clawed, just like his. The guy was tall, really damn tall from Kuronue's crouched perspective. He looked white all over, and smelled like a fox. It bemused him that he knew what the fuck a fox was, but didn't know his own name. It hurt to move, but he shook his head anyway, and made no move to take the hand. "... d'nno you," he muttered again, frustrated, "got no reason to trust you. You could be with her, I ain't goin' anywhere with any of you."

Injured animals hid alone. So would Kuronue.

[identity profile] 2009-10-07 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"... you trust me," he echoed back with a defensive glimmer that was all too reminescent of a shorter, spiky-haired partner of Kurama's. Strange to have that mentality coming from Kuronue, ordinarily a fountain of lazy gutterbat warmth and laughter. There was none of it here, just a blankness, a banked hostility. Distrust, unease, fear. He watched Yoko's every move as though anticipating a finishing blow of some kind, and kept glancing past him towards the sky.

That woman claimed she'd come back and then he'd perish. He didn't want to perish, she'd already taken everything inside of him, he didn't want to lose the outer shell too.


He made no move to kick away or bolt free of the alley when Yoko settled close-by. He just watched, hyper-aware of him, and -

reeking of blood. He was injured, somewhere. Likely a good reason why he was holding so still, why he wasn't running. Tricky bat.
Edited 2009-10-07 00:03 (UTC)

[identity profile] 2009-10-07 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
".. you speak like y'know about wounding and killin' prey," Kuronue grumbled with another of those wary looks. His wings rustled when he finally conceded, just enough to fold down from his ungainly crouch and slide the rest of the way down. His knees pulled up instead, arms braced loose across the top and chin resting on the natural shelf. It cramped his wings up behind him, but like hell he was moving away from that wall again for a good long while.

A thread of blood was beading and winding its way down the arc of the closest wing to Kurama, tracing into the grooves of leathery skin... She'd managed to knock him flat on his face with whatever it was she'd done. Apparently her 'shove' had left damage.

"She could be just toyin' with me. She can kill me later. If I don't know everythin' I used to, 's easy to use it against me," he piped up finally, fingers tightening into helpless fists. "She can kill me right easy when she has a mind to finish it."

[identity profile] 2009-10-07 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Kuronue twinged and balled in a little tighter, mulling it over. "... have to turn my back t'you for that," he finally mumbled. Still, if this person wanted to cause him harm the sheer power radiating off the guy suggested - he probably could whether his back was turned or not. Comforting a thought as that was.

He rustled uneasily, then finally scooted an inch or so away from the wall, shuffling around with one last glance over a bruised shoulder. He had to spread his wings to show Yoko the extent of damage - and it wasn't pretty. While it could have been much worse, he still had a big bloody, ugly-bruise spot between his wings where he'd been hit. The sensitive base of one wing was injured as well, which made it harder to spread and move than the other.

Not to mention the usual rigmarole of scrapes and bruises from face-planting on a concrete street, but to someone like Kuronue, that was nothing.

[identity profile] 2009-10-07 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
With memories to back up the experience and remind him it was worth it, Kuronue wouldn't have started so violently and shied away from the touch. Without them, he did just that, his wings trying to pull together and cover up the damage with a pained hiss. His neck craned back as he tried, perhaps foolishly, to try and get a look at what Kurama was up to.

"O-ow ... what're you doin'?!"

[identity profile] 2009-10-07 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
Kuronue squinted and fell still again, obedient but anxious. It went against the grain to shift his wings apart again, and they quivered with the tense reflex to pull together and cover up the sore spot the fox kept touching. Trying to get his mind off things, he chewed into his lower lip and glared at some blank spot on the ground in front of him instead. There was a stain that looked a little like a cloud. It took him a long moment to realize the stain was his own blood. Disturbing.

"... 't hurts."

[identity profile] 2009-10-07 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why d'you keep callin me that?" he asked sullenly after the first of the gauze was taped down, tightening and coating the wilted and uncomfortable looking wing. The injury was at the very top, causing the weight of his wing to pull painfully at the sore split. The gauze and bandaging would help brace the thankfully mostly-superficial cuts and damage, and the bat was growing restless throughout the process.

He didn't like having his back and most sensitive areas exposed to someone. Just because his own remaining honor code left him leery to ever attack from behind, it hardly meant the rest of the world would cater to the same noble character trait.

Still, no painful digging in of claws ever came, no sharp bites or ripping, red hurt. Just more gauze.

[identity profile] 2009-10-08 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Kuronue finally lost patience and squirmed free with a mutter, his left wing-tip dragging the ground as he staggered up to his feet. ".. .'m fine," he complained, swatting away hands that approached with first-aid tape and more bandaging. The stench of antiseptic made his nose wrinkle and ears flatten back in distress, distaste.

He didn't remember ever smelling anything that acrid or bad before. How it could be helpful, he didn't know, but he'd humored this long enough.

"What's it even mean?"