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deadly_garden) wrote2009-06-24 08:14 pm
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Entry tags:
- ic,
- kaito,
- kurama,
- kuronue,
- rescue tiems,
- rl,
- thiefy tiems
Nothing I Won't Give [RL with Kid and Kuronue, forward dated to the 25th]
When he had been Yoko full time, Kurama had learned quickly that removing emotions from the equation in terms of heists and jobs was the only proper way to do things. Put emotion into it and you got careless and made mistakes. He'd forgotten that once, and it ended in his losing someone he cared deeply for.
He was no longer Yoko, not as often, but he'd learned his lesson hard that day and never forgot it. He kept emotion out of all his plans, all his objectives... save this time.
This time he was furious. He was furious and elated and out for blood. No one chained up his bat and got away with it. No one. And he was going to show them exactly what happened when someone dared attempt it.
He turned to Kid, giving a mental message to his plants to protect the other thief as he did so, once they'd arrived in a thankfully deserted section of the castle. "Keep a sharp eye. These are demons, and they will not hesitate."
Barely waiting for an answer, he pulled a rose out of his long silver hair and wordlessly transformed it into his Rose Whip. "I'm going for Kuronue."
He was no longer Yoko, not as often, but he'd learned his lesson hard that day and never forgot it. He kept emotion out of all his plans, all his objectives... save this time.
This time he was furious. He was furious and elated and out for blood. No one chained up his bat and got away with it. No one. And he was going to show them exactly what happened when someone dared attempt it.
He turned to Kid, giving a mental message to his plants to protect the other thief as he did so, once they'd arrived in a thankfully deserted section of the castle. "Keep a sharp eye. These are demons, and they will not hesitate."
Barely waiting for an answer, he pulled a rose out of his long silver hair and wordlessly transformed it into his Rose Whip. "I'm going for Kuronue."
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The thief was walking backwards behind Kurama, hands in his pockets, as the watched the hallway behind them (that way no one could sneak up on them). "Doooon't worry," he said nonchalantly, "I'm quite certain I can handle myself if I happen to run into any."
Which was an ironic statement, considering there were two big, burly and green-skinned guards waiting for the duo just around the corner.
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He rolled his head back against the wall behind him, wincing at the sore cramping in his wings, and flexed his wrist and fingers carefully again in the shackle. He'd already learned it couldn't be broken, the best he'd managed was dislocating the fingers and breaking the thumb of his left hand to escape from the second.
Right had was trickier. He had a hole through the wrist, made it hard to move. He sighed and squinted at the barred door in front if him, then cracked a weak grin. "... can't believe that worked," he whispered to the silence, eyes rolling shut in exhaustion. His ribs ached and several wounds protested when his weight shifted awkwardly, enough to prop an arm under his head. It'd go numb by evening but it took pressure off his chest. It was starting to gurgle a little when he breathed - probably not a good sign.
Eh, he'd lived through worse.
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Kurama walked past them, gingerly avoiding getting their blood on his white shoes as he licked the Whip's thorns clean. "Of course you can, Kid-san," he drawled.
Suddenly his head popped up, eyes wide. He sniffed delicately, separating scents in his mind. One scent stood out among the rest, clear as day and bright as yesterday's memory. "Kuro..." he breathed, dashing off in the direction of the smell.
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And then the silver-haired fox had taken off down the hallway, and Kid had to let out a yelp. "Oi oi, wait up!" he said as he bolted after his companion, one hand clutching to his tophat so it didn't fly off as he ran.
Looks like Kurama had found who he was looking for.
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Prison acoustics were the absolute worst. Every small drip of water on stone was like amplified, every footstep or scream from other cells, the scurry-slither of insects and parasites in the walls or crawling in dank hay that passed for tatami mats or sleeping cots. Not to mention the smells, it made for a true inability to sleep.
He rubbed his cheek into the arm and yawned, then collapsed into brief coughing, grimaced, and spat to the side. Lovely. Just a brief bat-nap and he'd dig out the book again, but with the guards doing whatever the hells and the stench of blood that wasn't his own in the air, he didn't dare risk it yet. Inari above, but he hated prisons. Although it wasn't like they were known for the ambience.
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By this point he had forgotten Kid existed, thinking only of that night and his failure. The failure that, thanks to the community, he was finally getting to set right.
Slicing his way through every demon he saw, uncaring if they were a guard or civilian, he finally reached the door between him and his goal.
"Kuronue!"
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... although the fox demon could have ran a bit slower. Or... maybe avoided slaughtering all those demons. Kid had no idea how to clean demon blood out of white clothing. He briefly wondered if Jii-chan did.
After they finally reached the cell, Kid had to lean over and rest his hands on his knees to catch his breath for a moment (it was weird, being tired. He usually never got this way. Then again, he usually never ran to keep up with a demon). He heard Kurama say something and was about to speak himself, when there was the sound of loud and very gruff yelling coming from the hallway.
Well then, looks like the commotion they caused getting here had caught the attention of the guards.
Kid sighed. "I will be right back!" he stated cheerfully with a tip of his hat. Kurama probably wanted to stay with Kuronue, and the magician was adept at causing distractions...
He retreated back into the hallways he and Kurama had come from, disappearing with a flash of white cape. A few moments later, there was a loud yell from that direction (something that sounded oddly like 'HEY STUPID'), a loud bang (probably a firecracker) and the sound of amused and arrogant laughter as it echoed through the stone walls for a while before it disappeared completely.
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He almost reached for the book out of reflex but the voice was coming from the door, the damned door, and he'd told Kurama not to come he'd tried to make him swear -
"Fox...?"
His voice rasped in surprise and he hauled forward against the chain, blue eyes flaring wide. "Fox, what're you doin' here?"
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He pulled a seed out of his long silver mane and inserted it into the keyhole, letting it do exactly what he'd breed it to do: Pick the lock. "I did say I would be here soon, did I not?"
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"Why?" he finally managed in a pained gasp, "are you crazed? 's dangerous, why're you risking - d'ya have any idea how stupid this is?!"
Pride took a hit, maybe. He'd have torn his way free eventually, likely chewing through his own wrist if all else failed, never died in this rotting hole - who was he kidding. He slumped in place, breathing ragged and choppy, and grinned at how ridiculous it all was. Goddamn, Kurama had come back. He never went back.
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His tails -- all nine of them, where back then he only had six -- waved in irritation and impatience. Despite the calm in his voice, he wanted in there and he wanted in there now, and he was frighteningly close to breaking down the door.
"How bad is it?" he asked, mentally preparing himself for the worst his imagination had conjured over the years.
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Things still felt broken and busted up, and tore open when he moved around too much to paint new coats of drying rust-red over his skin and clothes but he was alive. More or less. He breathed in slowly, coughed, then shrugged feebly sending the chains rattling.
"D'nno, 's bad pretty ... not too bad. 'm breathing, ne?" One eye cracked open, sparkling impishly in the dark. "Ain't nothin' got a hole through it I don't got two of."
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"Kuro-ai, keep talking to me, okay?" he asked, a tiny sliver of fear working its way up his spine.
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His breath was fogging in front of his mouth. "... feelin' more awake. 's night out? Gets colder at night." He blew a smoke-ring of mist just to see if he could, then coughed again, wet and hoarse.
"Tell me you di'n come down here alone. Might have t' haul me out of this pit."
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He shook his head, casting a glance over his shoulder. "Of course not. Couldn't get in without some help anyway," he replied, hoping that Kid was alright... though the dim explosions certainly put the odds in his favor.
"It is night," he agreed. "Moon's full, just like that night. The spilled blood of these fools glimmers in it like the stars.
Suddenly there was a muffled click sound. "Finally!" he cheered, throwing the door open and rushing into the room.
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The cell wasn't large, stone walls and hay kicked away, black with age. Everything was filthy, the bat himself left a stain where he touched, where he sat, a smear on the wall behind him, ugly red etched into the rock. His arm was twisted up at an angle but the video had shown that already - and his hair was a wreck, in his face and spilling dred-locked in spots. His hat had gone missing.
It was hard to say just from appearances how badly he was hurt, it was dark, except the strange crimson gleam of blue eyes when the light hit them right. His head rolled up with a series of quick blinks, free arm lifting to shield his face from the light with a wince before he smiled, crooked and boyish. "Hey, fox..."
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Deciding that there were no traps around to concern himself with, he approached Kuronue, slipping a hand between the bars that separated the two of them.
"Kuro?" he asked, still not sure it wasn't a dream.