Kira-Ryuuji RP!

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At around 12:50, just a little earlier than the time that he'd agreed upon to meet Kira, Ryuuji sauntered down to the gates of Hogwarts. It was a pretty good day, actually, sunny and calm without the wind chill factor that usually left him shivering, and Ryuuji figured that it would be easier to walk down to Honeydukes than portal there. Not to mention less tiring, seeing as he was just a little drained at the moment with the events of the past week.

Or maybe more than a little drained, but like hell would he admit that.

Black leather jacket zipped up tightly, covering his neck, Ryuuji leaned against the stone gate and waited patiently. His fingers ran over the shape of the cardboard packet of cigarettes in his pocket, feeling the edges and crinkled plastic absently. The other pocket was full of Galleons, Ryuuji having decided to kill two birds with one stone and convince Kira to go chocolate-shopping with him for Fillerbunny Day.

And if he was lucky, Kira would have already seen the notebook and be able to tell Ryuuji who he was getting paired up with - sad to say, curiosity about that had been eating away at the green-eyed gamer ever since he'd placed his bets and walked away.

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"Hey, Kira!" With a laugh, Ryuuji pushed himself away from the wall, fingers scrabbling against the plastic-coated package until they managed to get a firm hold and draw it out. With a mock-bow, amusement dancing in his eyes, he dropped to one knee and held the package of cigarettes out to the other with all the gravity you'd usually reserve for presenting a sword to a lord.

"Your cigarettes, m'lord." Ryuuji pronounced in his gravest tones, down on one knee and a smirk twisting his lips upwards as the grass stained the knees of his light blue jeans.

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"Busy." With a smirk, rising to his feet and dusting his jeans off, Ryuuji went on airily, "Very, very busy. Busy like a waitress serving the last shift in a truckstop full of people watching the Super Bowl. Busy like a bully caught wearing pink socks in a classroom full of geeks that needs to desperately restore his reputation. Busy like-"

A quick throb of pain from his arm distracted him, causing him to break off and finish with a laugh, "Busy like a busy person."

Switching topics easily, tilting his head at the road, "Want to go to Honeydukes and pick up some sweets? You can tell me all about how you are while we walk."

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"Well, let's see. First of all, Oz and I are organizing a band - you don't play an instrument, do you? It would be awesome if you could join as well." Ryuuji flashed Kira one of his brightest grins, starting to lead Kira down the path as he spoke. "Really, it would be so cool! Tonks is on drums, Bertie on piano, Oz and Seto are on guitar and myself, Joan and Nny are going to sing."

With a light laugh, mentally vowing to stab his arm if it didn't behave, he waved off the question about if he was okay. It would just be too embarrassing to explain otherwise. "And I'm organizing Fillerbunny Day, my own birthday party, and trying to come up with some plan to help Vic. As well as the TLF of course, meaning that I'm just a little sleep-deprived but okay apart from that."

A quick, rueful smirk accompanied his words, Ryuuji watching the other out of the corner of his eye as they walked. "Lucky you - do you even like peaches? I kinda do but not all that much. But I can't really say that I'm mangostiny. That would sound weird and confuse people."

Pause. "Then again, I usually confuse people."

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With a laugh, Ryuuji promised, "I'll make sure you have a front row seat, and even do your homework if that's what it takes to get you a free afternoon. A first-night concert is going to be way easier to handle if I've got some friendly faces in the audience to tell everyone else to look at."

"As for Fillerbunny Day, that's a special day to celebrate the new arrival, Fillerbunny. He's been kinda experimented on and pushed around so much that I thought he deserved a day to feel special and I figured that if I threw a party, the school would join in because most of them like partying." The question about Tom made Ryuuji blink, tilting his head uncertainly at Kira. It hadn't occured to him to let other people plan it; he was too used to being in control of his own life. With a laugh, he pointed out, "I don't think that Tom even knows it's going to be my birthday, and even if he did, he's not all that social. Planning a party wouldn't be something he'd enjoy, I think."

Shaking his head, he stuck his tongue at Kira quickly, "Not mangos, mangostin. Have you ever had them? They're purple on the outside with white crescents of this succulent-sweet flesh that's awesome."

Watching the swirls of smoke from the other's cigarette, Ryuuji gave him a quick grin. "Nah - I meant confuse in the sense that I jump from topic to topic pretty quickly. But you seem to be able to keep up with me on that, so it's okay. And I don't really mind confusing people either."

Adopting a mock-haughty attitude, he drawled languidly, "My dear Kira, haven't you heard? A Sphinx is only attractive as long as it keeps its secret."

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"Oh, that's so kind of you. See if I buy you any sweets at Honeyduke's!" Ryuuji teased back, then explained, "Honeyduke's is a sweetshop. I figured I could buy a ton of stuff for Fillerbunny Day, then get you something as well."

The deadpan statement made Ryuuji give Kira a sideways glance, eyebrow arched a little to see if the other was making fun of him. Nope. Sincere. Letting it drop, he shrugged again at the birthday party mention, wondering if something was wrong. "...I know most people don't throw their own parties but I doubt many people here even know when my birthday is. I have a lot of friends, yeah, but there's no reason to assume that they know that kind of thing about me, or that they'd think to do something like that. If I plan my own party, at least I know I'll have something to do instead of waiting around hoping someone else will take charge and then getting disappointed."

Trust issues, anyone?

Skipping on from that, eyeing the other's cigarette again, Ryuuji laughed. "Right. Note to self - get you mangostin at the same time I get Alucard new robes. If you've never had them before, you definitely need them now. Think of it as a prize for putting up with my topic shifts."

With a laugh, Ryuuji concurred, "Same. Though I do like riddles, I'll admit."

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"I got you chocolate cigarettes, then you got me those," And Ryuuji nodded at the one that Kira was smoking, "In return. So if I'm going to get you fake cigarettes only to get the real thing in return, I ought to get you real chocolates so that they won't be imitations of anything."

...I think I just confused myself. Well, what it came down to was that Ryuuji liked Kira, and he liked getting gifts for people he liked, and he had the money to do so, so he usually did. And if Kira was going to walk all the way down to Honeydukes with him, then Kira ought to at least get something out of it.

With a ponytail flip, Ryuuji twisted slightly to ask Kira curiously, "When's your birthday, then? Because, see, it might be basic information but it's not the kind of thing we've talked about, is it? I don't know your favorite color either, or what brand of shoes you like. You can be good friends with someone without knowing that kind of stuff - it's what a person is like that matters, not so much the statistics of their life."

Of course, Ryuuji was now planning on throwing Kira a party when his birthday swung around.

The clear blue sky stretched on endlessly above them as they turned the corner and ended up in front of Honeydukes, the shop window a riot of colors that promised stomachaches to anyone silly enough to sample everything. With a grin, Ryuuji held the door open for Kira.

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"You don't need to get me anything," Ryuuji replied lightly, gazing around the shop with wide eyes. There was just so much to choose from, he didn't know where to begin! Glancing at Kira and the still-smouldering cigarette, he added with a laugh, "But you could always give me a taste of that."

A taste and no more - Ryuuji really didn't want to end up with lung cancer.

Picking up a clear plastic sack, he chose a scoop and started to dole out chocolate twists, tipped with caramellized cherry strips, into the sack. "My birthday is on the 28th, my favorite color is a dark, intense green, and I have custome-made boots so no brand either."

With a laugh, he twisted around and picked up a pack of chocolate cigarettes, "And since we've known each other less than a month - even though it seems longer - I think that your six-month theory errs on the generous side."

Starting to fill up another sack with blood-flavored lollipops, Ryuuji tilted his head at Kira inquiringly, "And what type of sweet is your favorite? That's a more relevant question than any of the others, at the moment."

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"Mhm, only shotgun, remember?" Ryuuj gave the other a quick grin, wondering if Kira even knew what that meant. If he didn't, Ryuuji might just drop the topic because it seemed easier than explaining. The question about what he wanted for his birthday made him tilt his head to a side and think, even as he loaded up another bag with color-changing peppermint sticks, guaranteed to keep changing the color of a person's tongue.

"...I have no clue, really." Kira hadn't had an easy time coming up with bribes, so Ryuuji didn't think it fair to ask for anything from him, really. Under other circumstances, he might have asked for a kiss to let Kira off easily, but it wouldn't be worth upsetting Tom over. Considering it a little further, he laughed and pointed out, "Too bad you're several centuries older than me, else I could use that half year to win arguments."

A box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans were grabbed, Ryuuji having seen how Kira looked at them, and then he shrugged and suggested, "Take me for a ride?" Cue a pause, then a snicker as his ears caught up to his mind. "On your bike, I mean."

There was a shelf filled with boxes of chocolates - Ryuuji paused to study them, "I like chocolates best, but only plain ones and plain truffles. Dark is best, and I hate it when they mix in alcohol and orange and cherry and stuff. Ruins the taste. Favorite dessert?"

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Ryuuji gave the store clerks a quick glance, wondering if they'd protest to Kira discarding a cigarette in the middle of the shop. Thankfully, they didn't seem to have noticed, so Ryuuji covered for it easily by Banishing the unfortunate stub.

Arching an eyebrow at Kira, Ryuuji gave him an amused look, recognizing the light of mischief in his eyes - it shone often enough in Ryuuji's, after all. Adopting a tone of mock-dread, he asked facetitiously, "Oh no, am I going to wake up to find my own personal succubus in the room? Apart from anything else, my roommate would go insane."

With a snort, he punched the other lightly on the shoulder, "Yeah, right. You guessed wrong when you thought I'd like cigarettes, so natch!"

He couldn't resist the temptation to stick his tongue out, then arched an eyebrow at Kira, green eyes speculative. "Really? I never bother with a helmet when I'm riding my bike, even though I keep one for my passengers. I like letting it mess up my hair." And that could count as Kira's birthday present to Ryuuji, and that would be okay.

Starting to just randomly grab anything he found interesting, including a pack of "Dark Decadence" which were chocolates that would apparently make you grow horns, Ryuuji responded with a laugh, "Devil's food cake. Predictable of me to pick something chocolatey, isn't it? And do you like flavored shaved ice or just plain?"

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The mention of a stripper had Ryuuji giving Kira an absolutely horrified look, eyes wide with shock. Even though he knew the other boy was joking, the idea alone was just ew. Recovering, he snickered and shook his head, "No thanks to both of us. Stripper would give my roommate a heart attack, and I already turned down Alucard's bribe of a succubus, remember?"

Though, that did semi-answer something he'd been wondering about. Curiously, dragging down a pile of vanillin flowers, he asked Kira, "Does that mean you can still order around demons and stuff, or summon them here?"

"And hah!" Grinning back, Ryuuji asked melodramatically, "What if that one out of a billion was the one needed to save my life? What if I needed an emergency blood transfusion, they asked you what type I was, and you guessed wrong and I died? Kira, oh Kira, your arrogance will be the death of me!"

The packet of fluffballs he was holding against his chest slipped down a little, so he stopped clowning around in favor of dragging it back up. "And okay, fair enough. I'll wear the helmet then."

"Heeeey!" Ryuuji mock-protested at Kira ruffling his hair. His poor, precious hair! Note to Self: Ruffle his at some point in time. To stop him from doing that, he grabbed a packet of lemon drops and tossed them to Kira. "There. Lemon drops, since you're right they don't seem to have shaved ice here. Anything else you see that we could get?"

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Okay. Maybe the moment of utter shocked revulsion had been worth it to see Kira laughing like that. It was such a free, uncontrolled reaction, unlike his usual half smiles and enigmatic looks that Ryuuji just chose to lean against the counter and watch Kira with an amused look, snickering lightly himself at Kira's insistence that he remembered. Sure he did. I bet he just said that to freak me out.

Kira's explanation of how things in Hell worked made sense to Ryuuji, resulting in a quick nod of understanding, then the logical question, "Does that mean you don't have any especial powers as long as you're in a human body?" And if that was the case, how did his contacts recognize Kira?

With a laugh, he arched an eyebrow at Kira, then dumped everything in his arms on the countertop for the assistant to start ringing up so that his hand would be free, then quickly reached out to flip Kira's ponytail up for a second as payback for the hair ruffle, the gesture both impish and affectionate. "Hah. How is arrogance going to be what convinces Raphael to bring me back?"

Unable to resist the temptation, Ryuuji deadpanned, "Oh yes. I think of you all the time. You're the first thought in my mind in the morning when I awaken, and the last before I sleep."

Dropping the act, Ryuuji laughed lightly, a faint flush staining his cheeks red, "You know, unless I'm managing to hurt myself by being quixotic, I don't see how I'm being too kind. 'Too' implies an excess of sorts, and what's so bad about wanting to get you things you like, listen to you talk about matters that bother you and try to help you think through difficult problems? That's not excessive; it's just, you know, fair. What you deserve for being my friend. Because I like you."

Snagging another package of lemon drops, Ryuuji pointed at the one Kira was holding and told the sales clerk politely, "Ring those up as well, please, and anything else he wants." Cue an expectant look, Ryuuji waiting to see what else Kira would pick out now that Ryuuji had already got him peppermint sticks and lemon drops.

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Taking that in, Ryuuji nodded, a half smile gracing his lips as the clerk packed everything away. Quietly, so that she wouldn't hear, he joked, "At least I don't need to worry about you getting injured by any of the other students." Especially the werewolves.

Also, even though he was trying not to think about it, Kira's explanation made it clear he wouldn't be able to do anything about Ryuuji's arm - well, maybe if he called upon his contacts, but Ryuuji didn't want him to have to go to so much trouble. Not when Ryuuji could take care of it himself. Really. He'd have to, one way or another. He couldn't live with a possessed arm forever.

Discarding that train of thought, regretting for a second he'd already asked something of Raphael and couldn't bug him for the healing bribe, Ryuuji simply smirked at Kira in return, "Oh? Gotta say, I love his standards. Very Slytherin."

"And I'll bet you do." With a quick, appreciative once-over, Ryuuji laughed lightly, then turned to pull out his wallet and pay the clerk. He was used to dealing with the coins now, and since they all looked so different, they were much easier to work with than most currencies anyway. The comment on the presents made Ryuuji's mind race, trying to figure out what he'd given Kira so far - chocolate cigarettes, real cigarettes, lemon drops, peppermint sticks, and was it really all that much? Poor Kira, to be so unaccustomed to gifts.

Obviously, Ryuuji would need to get him more.

Ryuuji took the heavy bag from the counter and slung it over his shoulder, holding it the way a model would hold a jacket, and then tilted his head at Kira. Aw. Cute. He was blushing. So probably very serious about not being used to getting gifts, which somehow made the pity Ryuuji felt for him all the stronger.

To make it a little better, Ryuuji suggested lightly as he exited the shop, "Maybe it's a cultural thing? I know in my home world, guys don't usually give other guys gifts. Except I don't really follow societal rules, which could be why you're being showered with stuff."

Speaking of being showered... "Oh, and here. For you." Ryuuji had spotted a tray of peppermint sticks disguised as engraved chopsticks, the exact cool green of jade, and added a handful to his purchases while Kira had been looking down. Now that they were out of the shop and walking back to Hogwarts, he held them out to the other male, light smile playing about his lips. "Proof of my point, and a surprise since you watched me buy everything else."

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"You don't want me worrying about you. I'm horribly overprotective." There was the faintest hint of self-mockery in his tone, Ryuuji well-aware of the fact that most of the time, he had nobody to protect, which probably accounted for why he went so overboard with the people that mattered. That, or remnants from being raised by his father. One of the two.

The comment on not being a beautiful girl made Ryuuji laugh, and tease the other lightly, "If Heaven's Slytherin, then what's Hell like? Not that I plan on going to either of them, but it's still good to know those things."

Listening carefully, Ryuuji winced slightly at the mention of prostitution. Ouch. He didn't much like the idea of that - there was, after all, something to be said in favor of being able to earn enough money to keep yourself and your friends in nice things. Without resorting to something that sounded so damaging - Ryuuji deliberately ignored the possibility that his upbringing might have damaged him, rich in material luxuries as it was.

With a shrug, Ryuuji stuck his tongue out at Kira playfully, a slightly rueful smile curving his lips. "I guess you're just going to have to get used to getting gifts from me, then, since I've got both the money and inclination to give people things when I like them. It's fun knowing you can make them happy, and that they'll have things that make them think of you." And you are going to sound ridiculously sentimental so shut up now, Ryuuji.

The mental reprimand done, Ryuuji glanced at his right arm unthinkingly at Kira's question. Apart from that initial fierce throb of pain, it had been quiet. Thankfully. He'd covered it with a vambrace (http://www.alleycatscratch.com/lotr/Things/Vambrace/AraVamb0092_YukNM.jpg), making absolutely sure that even if it didn't behave, Kira wouldn't be able to realize what was happening under the sleeves of his black leather jacket - there was, after all, a reason that Ryuuji had worn a loosely cut, slouched jacket instead of the more sleek type he usually favored. "Um..."

Not exactly sure what to say (why worry Kira if he couldn't do anything about it?), Ryuuji shrugged and gave the other a lopsided smile, "Yeah. I got it injured while fighting a tree, but it's healed by now." Which was true. It had just been a deadite bonsai tree, and the problem wasn't the wound itself, but rather, the demon possessing his arm.

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"And here I thought that was my title." Ryuuji laughed, shifting his grip on the bag subtly. It was surprisingly heavy, but then again, he had purchased quite a lot of sweets, mostly because he'd need chocolate for the fondue, gifts for Kira, Tom, Seto, Nightwing, Mai, Mokuba and Alucard, as well as more chocolates to stock up his emergency supply. Well, that and a lot of it had just looked interesting.

Considering that for a little, Ryuuji gave a quick smirk, then winked at Kira, "I'd say that Hell doesn't sound so bad if the inhabitants are like you, but it's a theoretical question anyway. No rest for the wicked, and no afterlife for atheists."

"You're so kind." The comment was dry, but amused, Ryuuji taking no offense from the way that Kira acted like he was doing Ryuuji a favor. Which reminded him, did it make more sense to split the sweets at the gates or to escort Kira to the Ravenclaw common rooms? Dragging Kira back to his room would hardly be fair, so gates made more sense, really, and it wasn't like Kira had that many things to carry that he couldn't manage on his own, not if Ryuuji could carry the whole bag on his own.

"Mhm." And because Kira was his friend, and Kira had told Ryuuji probably a lot more than he'd intended, Ryuuji clarified a little further, "Possessed tree. Long, embarrassing story, which would probably get me and the co-fighter-of-possessed-trees kicked out of Hogwarts if anyone in authority heard about it."

Cue a laugh, and the impish comment, "Which is why I'm not telling anyone. The wound's healed over perfectly fine, and the tree isn't a threat any longer, so I'd rather go sweet-buying and hang out with my friends than worry about it any further."

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"Not uncomfortable at all." Ryuuji replied warmly, leaning against the outside of the gate and swinging the bag off his shoulder so that he could rummage through it in search of the sweets he'd chosen for Kira. Tone casually thoughtful, mostly because Ryuuji wasn't used to using the reasons behind this particular conviction of his, he said, "I say that atheism is easier for me than believing in a god. I know that sounds weird, since I've seen gods - am attending schools with them - but I'm skeptical by nature.

With a shrug, he asked hypothetically, "For one thing, how do you deal with the fact that different gods contradict each other, and all of them seem to want you to worship only them? If I was religious and I had to be around so many gods, I'd probably have a crisis of faith trying to figure out what to do because if one god is right, then aren't all of them because they're all above mortals?"

"Apart from that, there's the whole 'god created man' issue. I don't like the idea of having been created and again, too many gods. Only way to deal with that idea is to say they all created man in their own universes, and if that's true, then there can also be universes where man simply evolved, and it's easier for me to deal with the idea of evolving than being some sort of chess piece in some else's game. A relatively lucky piece, yeah, but still just a pawn - I loathe being controlled." The word was emphasized, bitter and angry at once, then Ryuuji went back to sounding lightly contemplative.

"Plus, religion tends to mean certain strictures. Rules about what you can do, what you can't do, and someone watching over you to make sure you don't break the rules. That's the way you treat a servant or a child, and I'm neither of those. I'd rather follow what I want to do, according to my own code of honor, than rely on a god to tell me what's right and what isn't." Two strikes against freedom, delivered by religion.

With a flip of his ponytail, Ryuuji went on, not looking at Kira, "And tying into that is the whole heaven-hell thing. What right does a god have to judge me or punish me? Because they 'made' me? They should have either skipped the free will part of taken away the 'absolute consequences, divinely rendered' bit, because otherwise it sounds like a science experiment. Shock the gerbil if it stops running on the wheel, feed it pellets when it's good. And what's the point of an afterlife anyway? You live, and eventually, you die. An afterlife makes you live again, and doesn't even let you commit suicide and die your way out if you're still unhappy."

((Comment in two parts, because it was too long for LJ comment lengths. Very, very sorry about that, and please don't take any personal out-of-character offense at Ryuuji's opinions?))

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"Plus, why do we need gods? What do they do? Sit around and judge people? Make people feel good about killing other people, make them feel justified and superior and sacrosanct? Kill enough in the name of the Lord, and you'll have 72 black-eyed virgins waiting for you in Paradise - black-eyed because it's okay to beat woman and throw acid at them as long as you don't fuck them, because girls are unclean by nature. Blame them for original sin, and I am the only one who thinks religion is stupid for making one-half of a species 'morally inferior' to the other half?" Used to hanging around girls, Ryuuji was more than used to feminist ideas, and hearing about how religion oppressed them.

"Religion's just an excuse not to think for yourself. If you can believe blindly what a book says, what some holy man tells you, then you don't need to ever question anything. You don't need to search, to explore, to discover. Natural human curiosity is quelled by religion, and science dies. If it hadn't been for Copernicus, who was placed under house arrest for contradicting the Church, then we'd still think that the sun revolved around the Earth. Religion makes people stupid." There was a sneer in his tone on the last words, Ryuuji now caught up in what he was saying, his normal air of amused detachment replaced by passion of the type he rarely allowed others to see.

"And when people believe blindly, they follow blindly. Presidents and the like are at least held accountable to the people. Priests, however, and holy leaders only answer to their Gods. There's no justice there. If you complain about your children being taken to a fight a war - and so many of them never even got there, sold at the slave markets on the way - you get told you should be happy to have them sacrificed in the name of the Lord, for His Greater Glory." The bag of sweets had made him think of that, wondering about those starving children that died of hunger while marching to Constantinople.

"There's no justice, and no logic. You just have to take it on faith alone that the gods are good, the gods are gracious and if you're suffering, it's all part of a master plan. Because they're gods, and they're better than you, and they created you, so your life is theirs to toy with. And that doesn't sit well with me, because that's the same thing my father told me - flesh of his flesh, blood of his blood, I wouldn't have existed without him and therefore, my existence was one of servitude, to right the wrongs committed against him. I hate that lie. I hate feeling like I'm just an object to be used." Cue a bitter laugh, so sharp it seemed like it would have needed to slice Ryuuji's throat open as it came up.

"And I can't do that. I can't have so much faith in someone that I'll just sit back and willingly put my life in their hands. I can't just trust them to control events properly and to judge me properly, so that my pain is in proportion to my offense, and my joys are an adequate reward for my kindness. I can't surrender, I can't submit, and I can't accept an existence where I don't matter as me, but instead am on the same level as a falling sparrow. Because I have to matter as a person, because I am a person, because I make my own choices and decisions, and the consequences come about naturally instead of being meted out by some beard in the sky." He was on his knees now, but when had he started kneeling?

"It's not a question of faith, of the lack thereof. Faith doesn't enter into it. The gods exist, and I hate them for it. Because they shouldn't exist. Because it's not fair that they do, and the world is unfair enough already. I don't worship them, I don't believe in them, and the only way I can deal with being in a school with gods is to simply write them off as especially powerful immortals." Too many sweets. That's why he was kneeling. He couldn't find Kira's as long as they were in the bag because he'd taken too many.

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He'd dumped them out on the grass instead, bright-colored wrappings like flowers against the green, and he was kneeling in the middle. Bringer of spring, false flowers with sweet centers to make up for those as yet unborn. Head tilted upwards, (throat exposed, sacrificial victim), he met Kira's gaze almost defiantly, eyes fever-bright and whispered like it was a secret, "Sometimes, I think I'm not really an atheist; I just hate religion."

His arm was forgotten, and all questions of vanity as well. There just a dark-haired, green-eyed boy kneeling in a circle of color, and another looking at him, tableau frozen as if in the second before violence erupted.

((Finally, finally done! I'm so sorry it got so long. *dies* Poor Kira, having to listen to all of that.))

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((Whee! XD I'm glad Ryuuji's ranting didn't bug either of you. *hugs back* And the idea of Kira holding his breath is somehow too cute.))

Ryuuji calmed slightly when Kira sat down as well - they were on the same level now. No threat. Deft fingers picking through the candies, lemon-yellow twists and the clear plastic bags of peppermint spirals were separated from the bloody-red lollipops and small, exquisitely-boxed chocolates that Ryuuji favored.

Kira didn't seem to mind what Ryuuji had said. Good. Ryuuji had gotten carried away with himself, said far too much, and only thought afterwards about what it sound like to Kira. He didn't hate Kira, not even though Kira was part of the Judeo-Christian religion. It was possible to hate a concept and yet still get on well with the embodiments of the concept, such as Cthulhu and Psyche and Adam and Crowley and Azi and Kira. It was just hard to think of them as having anything to do with that.

Gathering those of Kira's sweets that he had managed to locate, Ryuuji met the other's eyes steadily, the painful brightness to them gone so that they were back to their usual intense, rich green, no longer lit from inner convicton. A small smile curved his lips, answering Kira's, and when the other looked down, Ryuuji reached across to deposit Kira's sweets in the other boy's lap.

"I don't think I'm brave for being an atheist. Because if that was what made me brave, I'd need to be scared of being gone. And I'm not. That's not one of my fears. If being an atheist involved acceptance of something that scared me - such as being controlled - then I wouldn't do it. I'd fight it instead." His tone was wry, Ryuuji know his own weakness well, and the boy shifted to sit in the same way that Kira did.

Head tilted to a side, Ryuuji watched the other for a few moments, then asked Kira softly, "Besides, you fight against God. Doesn't that make you brave? You're taking on a supposedly omnipotent entity, whereas by refuting his existence, I'm staying out of the fight. Doesn't fighting require more courage than denial of the cause of the war?"

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Ryuuji was glad Kira had had his eyes closed while he spoke. It meant that he hadn't seen Ryuuji's, hadn't seen the pity (and possibly worse, the empathy) in Ryuuji's own eyes. He could understand that. He could relate to the idea of not really thinking life could get any worse, and not caring even if it does.

Pensively, he folded his hands together in his lap, sympathetic green gaze meeting Kira's when the demon opened his eyes again. He didn;t say anything though, letting Kira talking it out, but smiled faintly at the statement that Kira wasn't afraid. "Makes sense."

Glancing at the other candies fallen around him, Ryuuji swept them away to the side, then stretched out, folding his hands underneath his head and smiling up at Kira lightly, once again at his ease. "Sure thing, Kira. I'm going to stay out here and watch the clouds for a little - it's a nice day."

White sweeps of puffed cotton slowly moved through the sky with great dignity, seeming even more clean and pure than usual due to the brilliance of the blue sky. It was such a serene sight, and some of that calm, mellow happiness reflected in Ryuuji's eyes as he smiled at the other boy, looking so very much alive that it was hard to think of him as ever being 'gone'.

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