Normal Club Activities [Closed RP Kurama/Mello]

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"Care to spar sometime?"

It was the first outright challenge he had received in this place, and Kurama was obliged to accept. If it had been anyone else, even the other Youkai, he might have refused out of propriety, but this Mello kid seemed like he could more than handle himself.

For a human, anyway.

Someone had off-handedly mentioned there was a room set aside for sparring and the like, and after a little searching he had found the right door on the right story. He grinned as he opened the door, noticing that, by luck or purpose, Mello was there waiting for him.

"Hello, darling. Did I keep you waiting?"

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"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," he said, recalling that the angry woman had mentioned the same person. Then he smiled and put a finger to his lips.

"I'm older than I look," he said, ducking his head a little, "but I am human." My body is, anyway. I'm not even lying.

((Oooooh, okay. I thought it was like... that one indie band from NYC or something.))

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I frown. "Let's not play this game again. We've established you don't think I'm stupid."

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Kurama nodded and crossed his arms.

"Tell me your name, and I'll tell you what I am."

Mikami had been clear enough that Mello was a pseudonym. If they were going to trust each other, secrets would have to take a sidestep.

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I was right. He had met Mikami. "Before I do, I'll tell you why I don't use it. There are three reasons."

I cross my arms. "First, I was raised in an orphanage. My name was the name used on the records, but the name I use was the one they gave me when I was chosen for training. Second, no one knows, or is supposed to know, our real names. Since we're being trained to step into Ryuzaki's place, having our own identity is cumbersome."

I frown. "The final has to do with the case. 'The human who's name is written in this notebook will die.'" I pause, watching him. "The weapon was a Death Note, the notebook of the shinigami. All that was needed was a person's name and face and they could be killed. It defaulted to heart attack forty seconds after writing to the person's actions being controlled upto twenty-three days."

I take a deep breath. This isn't easy, but secrets won't help. "I faced someone with that notebook twice. The first had made a deal with a shinigami that allowed him to see everyone's real name. He was writing my name down when I blew up the building we were in. The murder got my name then, but he didn't have a face to go with it." I frown. "Heart attacks are painful. I found out three months later when I faced the second. I had kidnapped the murderer's spokesperson in order to give my rival an opportunity. I knew what I was walking into and at that point, finishing the case was more important than beating him." I lifted my chin defiantly, daring him to make a smart remark about that. "It worked. We won."

Another pause. I've only ever given my name to Near. It feels weird to give it to someone else. "Mihael Keehl."

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He kept his features schooled and calm, filing all the information away. To be killed by your own name, that has a nice, traditional ring to it. Mello's world must have been interesting indeed. Though how a Shinigami - in any reality - could be so careless as to leave a "Death Note" in easy reach of a human. Though, the potential for fun would be too good to pass up.

So, a genius human who has touched death, who's word was as solid as any. A very good ally to have.

"I will trust that what I tell you does not leave this room, Mihael Keehl, just as you can trust I will never call you by that name again," he began, giving Mello a meaningful look.

"I have several jobs back home, if you can call them that. In my world, the walls that separate the human world and the world where demons and monsters dwell have been broken down. One of my jobs - actually, it's more like community service than anything else - is to regulate demon activity in the human world. Some demons still feed on humans, or like to terrorize them, and I - along with several others - am charged with bringing them to heel should they get out of hand."

He ducked his head a little, this part was still kind of embarrassing. "My second job has me as the Major General and Strategist of a powerful demon lord, a former student of mine who has spent the last thousand years or so building a kingdom for himself"

"I have not lied to you, at all. My body is human, technically, was born as a human and lives as one. However, it is a shell, a very useful one. Before I possessed this body, I was a fox - a kitsune. Also a thief and a bandit," he smiled at that, he'd been a damn good thief "with aspirations towards sovereignty. However, two decades ago, I got careless and my body was destroyed. So, rather than have all my hard work go to waste, I found a vessel that was suitable enough to hold me, and was reborn to continue my work." He chuckled a little.

"I have since been distracted." He inclined his head, uncrossing his arms.
"I don't know how humans or otherwise here react to demons, or how careful I need to be around the others. There is one other person here who has a vague idea of what I am, and I'd like to keep it that way."

"My name is Youko Kurama. I'll allow anyone I consider friendly to call me Kurama, it's almost like a nickname. Youko, however, is off-limits."

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"If you want, I'll give my word, Youko Kurama." I almost winced when he used my name. I smirk. "Or, you could trust we have enough on each other to keep each other quiet." But, that explains why I had to concede to him, though he doesn't look like he should be able to beat me. I need to look into mythology more. I know I've heard of kitsune, but I can't remember the details off hand.

I tilt my head to the side. "One other person... I'm fairly certain the person you're speaking of isn't quite human, either."

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He smiled. He had meant Vanyel's vague knowledge, Kusuriyuri had known him the second he arrived. But Mello didn't need to know his revelation had been already discovered by an emotionally challenged suicidal child.

"Whether he is or isn't is not for me to say," he acknowledged. "I won't use what I know against you, Mello, as long as you don't make me."

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So, Kusu and someone else, maybe?

"There are three people at this school I give a shit about. As long as none of them are harmed, I have no reason to use anything I've learned against you." I meet his eyes squarely. "You have my word on that."

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Kurama returned his gaze honestly. "I don't give much of a damn about anyone here, but I will respect you and yours, you have my word." He held out his hand to Mello, to seal the deal.

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I take his hand. "The three answer to Near, Matt and A. Near is albino, Matt will almost never be seen without goggles, and A tends to shy away from people. I should care about Ryuzaki, but I just can't quite manage that," I say with a shrug.

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He chuckled a little. "I know A, he's a good sort. If I meet the other two, I'll be on my best behavior."

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"He's improved a lot since coming here. And, thank you." I bow once more. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to go hex my best friend."