Fulfilling Deals (Closed RP - Kuronue & Akabane)

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Stop avoiding it, he thought, taking a piece of parchment with an irritated air and scribbling on it. It was getting ridiculous, he was worrying about nothing. He was only human, after all, no matter how strong.

Week's up. Meet me by the lake.

Kuronue.

Calling a house-elf he gave it the crumbled paper and told it to take it to Akabane, then wandered off to find the nearest window for him to squeeze through. He needed to fly around a bit before they did this, nerves wouldn't help.

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[babylonjackal.livejournal.com]

Akabane returned Kuronue's grin, excited more than he could remember. "The result is the same," he pointed out. Being unable to push away, he wrapped his legs around Kuronue, pushing against his grip, forcing them to turn as they fell. He hadn't lost track of that fallen sickle and wasn't particularly desiring to land on it.

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Wings were both a blessing and a curse in that he could change their path just that slightest bit so that he wouldn't be impaled, but it also meant that he ended up landing on them when they eventually collided with the ground.

The pain was excruciating, to the point of stealing Kuronue's vision for a long while. He reached up blindly for Akabane's throat, self-preservation kicking in as his brain was overloaded with too many sensations. He fought not to scream, locked his jaw and got away with a loud grunt of pain.

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The hand was around his throat much faster than he'd anticipated, even based on Kuronue's previous movements. He didn't pull back, instead matched Kuronue's grip. He watched, waiting to see what else Kuronue would do, shifting his legs so he could attempt to push away.

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Kuronue snarled, his hand tightening around Akabane's throat as he pulled him closer by his neck. His nails pressed against the skin of Akabane's neck, threatening to puncture it. With his free hand he hit the inside of one of Akabane's elbows, forcing it to bend, and clawed at it as he pulled it away from his throat.

He could see again, but the pain was still rife. Something was wrong with his wings, perhaps he'd broken the fine bones in them, he wasn't sure, but the pain forced him to fight on pure instinct.

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Akabane saw the attack on his arm coming and flowed with it, avoiding having his arm broken. A blade appeared in his hand and he pressed it lightly against Kuronue's throat, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make its presence known.

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Kuronue stilled at the press of the blade. A stalemate, it seemed. Kuronue could easily crush Akabane's throat, and Akabane could easily slit his. He glared up at him, furious. It took everything in his power to not push Akabane away from him. "So...what now?" he asked through gritted teeth.

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"Is that all?" Akabane asked, making no effort to move. "All that you have to give?" There was a faint note of disappointment in his voice.

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"I didn't say that, I'd just rather not bleed to death again." He tightened his hand around Akabane's throat, let his other fall by his side. The tips of his fingers brushed along his sickle, the one he'd narrowly avoided landing on.

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"Then I suggest you stop," Akabane said, his voice cold.

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"Fight. Don't fight. Make up your mind, Akabane," he taunted, smirking a little as he wrapped a finger around the handle of his sickle. He couldn't get a good grip, his hand was still covered in blood, making it slip on the metal.

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Akabane smiled, though the expression was known to make people move very far away from him. "If you fight, I will slice your throat and leave my mark on your back," he said, his voice coldly cultured, mater-of-fact.

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"I wouldn't stay dead long," he said casually, though he really didn't want to bleed out any time soon. It wasn't something he'd ever forget. He shifted a little, trying to ease the pain in his wings. "So what do you want me to do; concede, let you kill me, or take the scalpel away and let me help you find your beloved limit?" He was counting on the fact that Akabane would want to find his limit more than he wanted to kill Kuronue, but it all hinged on whether or not he'd been 'amusing' or not, he guessed.

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Akabane looked at Kuronue. "No, you wouldn't, not here. However, you are injured. Are you sure you can continue?" he asked.

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He thought it over seriously. He wouldn't be able to use his wings again, not if the level of pain was any indication. He'd rather not fight if given the choice, doing so would more than likely cause more damage to his wings. "I don't think so, I wouldn't be able to put up as much of a fight." He also hadn't a reason to want to risk greater injury. Nothing was at stake, and so there was little pressure on him to fight and win, other than his wish to prove to Akabane that he wasn't useless.

Still, it seemed a shame to merely throw in a towel just like that. He tightened his hand around Akabane's neck, digging his nails in.

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"You do know there's a nerve about here," Akabane shifted the blade back a little, dragging it over Kuronue's skin, leaving a trail behind, "that will cause you to lose control over your arms." Despite the tension around his neck, he still spoke in a calm, controlled manner.

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Kuronue wasn't the best at admitting he was wrong, or giving up fights or anything else for that matter. Put simply; he was stubborn.

So he clenched his teeth and relaxed his hold on Akabane's neck, then let go. "Alright, get off," he said, glaring up at him.

He didn't want to be carved up, he was in enough pain already. He wanted to go and get himself cleaned up, maybe see Yukimura, not spend the rest of the day trying and failing to smash the smug prick's face in.

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Akabane left quickly, though there was no fear about his actions, only the desire to be back within his comfort zone should Kuronue 'change his mind' about surrendering for now. The blade disappeared from his hand.

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Kuronue laid absolutely still for a long while, then tentatively sat up. Oooh and that hurt like a bitch. He winced, grimaced and made faces as he swore under his breath. He really didn't want to look at his right wing, which was hurting more than his left to the point where it was giving him one hell of a headache.

No seeing Yukimura then if he could help it, not like this. He glared at Akabane out of the corner of his eye, pressed a hand to his throat, over the line of blood Akabane's scalpel had left there. "I hope you know I consider this a draw. And I intend on having a rematch at some point." Far, far in the future maybe.

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Akabane smiled. "You may think as you will," he said, turning his back on Kuronue and starting toward the forest.

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Kuronue muttered a particularly nasty word under his breath and hesitated before attempting to stand. It took him three tries to do so without a blinding kind of pain that, oddly enough, shot down his leg as he tried to stand.

Urgh.

Yeah, definitely paying more attention to Kurama's advice next time.