deadly_garden: (Angry Yoko)
deadly_garden ([personal profile] deadly_garden) wrote2009-06-24 08:14 pm

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."

[personal profile] pandorabox 2009-06-25 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Kid laughed weakly. That's what everyone had told him about demons from the Makai. Were they really all that vicious?

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.

[identity profile] cioara-bata.livejournal.com 2009-06-25 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
Big and stupid was a fair assumption - at least Kuronue flashed a secret fanged grin at the dark, at the silence, and assessed it himself to be the case when a few moments of faux raving and screaming and clawing at the walls fooled the lot of them. 'He's gone mad,' one muttered, elbowing the other, who nodded in agreement. Who would question a prisoner making sounds, laughing sobbing or yelling at nothingness, if that prisoner'd cracked?

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.

[personal profile] pandorabox 2009-06-25 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Kid winced and stepped over the remains of what had been trollish guards. He reminded himself not to make Kurama angry (had he thought that before? Or was it another demon? He had met so many on that community that he had lost track).

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.

[identity profile] cioara-bata.livejournal.com 2009-06-25 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Shouting. Something fell in the distance, the suspicious wet 'thump' and seeping shadow-whisper of a body hitting the ground, and in the distance sensitive ears picked up on the sound of running footsteps. Nobility in a civil coup again, assassinations, piss-drunk guards slitting one anothers bowels out across the floor over lost card games - death wasn't unusual in the Makai. He groaned and turned his face further against one grimy elbow.

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.

[personal profile] pandorabox 2009-06-25 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Wow. Kid hadn't know Kurama for long, but he always seemed so much calmer than this. Then again, the thief couldn't blame him. If it had been Aoko, after all, he would have been reacting the exact same way.

... 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.

[identity profile] cioara-bata.livejournal.com 2009-06-25 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
One ear twitched before his head lifted a fraction. The sudden cacophony of noise made him grimace, but it was a familiar racket although at a volume he was unused to. Kurama wasn't the kind who shouted, who raised his voice for any reason, he was a creature of low purrs and smirks whose voice went quieter with anger, softer with pain. The yell itself is what caught his attention, more-so than his name.

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?"

[identity profile] cioara-bata.livejournal.com 2009-06-25 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
How cryptic. Kuronue bit off a retort and stared at the door in mixed admiration and fear. The guards were foolish and easily manipulated but also strong. Had the silver fox come for him alone - no, there was another voice off in the distance, barely penetrating through the haze of headache. He wrenched at his wrist again with a low frustrated growl, fangs digging uselessly into his lower lip - what was Kurama thinking, coming after him like this?

"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.

[identity profile] cioara-bata.livejournal.com 2009-06-25 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Y'saw how bad," Kuronue muttered as he considered taking teeth to the shackle again, but losing more blood and opening further wounds to possible infection was a fool's move. He slouched and obediently took a mental inventory, eyes drooping shut for the moment. The apothecary here had done a patch-job, using fire and chemicals to close and stop the worst of the bleeder spots. Demonic healh rate had sluggishly tried to mend the rest, and he couldn't recall if there'd been stitches.

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."

[identity profile] cioara-bata.livejournal.com 2009-06-25 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
The cough had been persistent since they'd tossed him in the cell, aggravated by the cold, but they'd kept him alive. All considered a cough and the occasional taste of blood sticking to his molars and spat out over the floor was a small price to pay for a pulse. He moved to sit up a bit straighter and grimaced as something pulled again; shifting around too much had dire consequences but hell, he felt like his entire body would go into atrophy if he didn't.

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."

[identity profile] cioara-bata.livejournal.com 2009-06-25 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah...?" Blue eyes slit half open at the thought. Full moon, that meant the collection of days spent lifting small items off the guards for entertainment, struggling to eat whatever half-corroded food they tossed through the grate in the door and drinking the same water he was expected to bathe in. Had been a month. A month of this, and he fought back the irrational urge to start laughing because he knew, deep down, it was hysteric and he wouldn't be able to stop once it started.

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..."