At loose ends ((Open RP, Mello, Halls))

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

So, that samurai has canceled our lessons without explaining anything as to why. I know damn well it's not because he's satisfied with my progress. Something's going on here. I have a couple of hunches, but without sufficient evidence, none of them is any more likely than any other.

Whatever. Now, I have three hours a day that aren't scheduled. I could practice, but I already spend more than enough time practicing already and he's already bitched at me about practicing wrong when I practice on my own.

So, for now, I have decided to examine the paintings along the walls. It's not like I have anything else to do and maybe some of them will be at least mildly diverting.

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[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

He waved a hand. "If he has allies they can easily be removed, the wards I mean. That's the only concern I have. Sleeping beauty has to be hidden."

He sighed and rested his hands in his lap.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"That we can deal with once we have the ward properly constructed," I say, waving my hand. It is a valid concern, but there has to be a way, some how.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

"Do you remember dying?" he asked, looking up and over to Mello. Since they had the opportunity he thought it was worth asking.

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I frown. "I died of a heart attack. I remember feeling a heavy weight on my chest and pain. The next thing I remember is being here." I shrug.

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He chuckled. "No afterlife for you, eh? It's not all that bad." He flopped back on the bed, rested his hands behind his head.

He was silent for a moment. "Karasu took him off school grounds, you know. It took Kusuriyuri two days to heal him, and his mind....well, we'll see." He'd been concentrating on keeping him safe, he hadn't really had the time to talk with Yukimura just yet.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"You do intend to tell him?" I say. "He tends to...disapprove of not telling him things." A fact he's made very cogent to me in a few of our lessons.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

"I know that all too well, Mello." Kuronue said it blandly, with regret.

"But he won't like me going after Karasu, being alone with him for so long, long enough to get my revenge and to get that ward to work..." He sighed deeply.

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"So, you're going to go on the principle 'it's better to beg forgiveness than ask permission'?" I ask. "And just how will you justify hiding from him until you're recovered enough to face him? Or do you plan on not getting hurt?"

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

"Oh no, I'm well aware I'm going to get my ass handed to me. It's why I'm going and no one else is, after all." He raised his head and winked at Mello, then went back to staring at the canopy above his bed.


"If I tell him I'm going to do so...then I also have to tell him that I may have fucked Karasu a few times. When we were dead." He winced a little. "I...honestly don't know how he will react to that."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I frown at him. "You said Karasu took him. What makes you think he doesn't know already?" I ask. "And, I told you not to do that, you idiot."

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

"Telling me not to flit is like telling me not to breathe," he complained, wanting to avoid answering or even thinking about whether Yukimura knew already or not.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"Right, whatever. You didn't answer the question, though," I point out. "Explain to me why you think he doesn't know?"

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Urgh. He thought about it for a moment.

"He hasn't brought it up. We would have talked about it if he knew. He would have been furious I didn't tell him." He winced. All the more reason to tell him. Yukimura's anger wasn't something he liked being on the receiving end of.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"What, you've told him about all your sexual partners and or fantasies?" I ask. "And, prior to this, did you have a reason to equate the demon you knew to the one here? I'm quite certain that names can't be unique among demons." I frown. Why the fuck do I care?

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

"Good point... If I told him about all of them he'd either be horrified of me by the end of it, or, you know, died of old age. I have 500 years worth of history, give or take a few decades." So not going into the first few decades though, nope. He covered his face with his hands and groaned a little. "I just worry about what he'll think."

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"He's already fucking you on a regular basis and you hardly have anything to recommend you, therefore he must have decided to ignore that fact. Though, there must be some unfathomable reason he continues to bother with you. If you want to continue with that privilege, I wouldn't threaten that reason."

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

He peaked out from under his fingers, sighed, and let his arms flop back down to the bed. "That makes sense." He paused. "You know, I didn't have to deal with this shit when I just raped people and moved on. At least my relationship with Kurama never changed." Sure they fucked and sometimes that would get Kuronue hopeful, but at least there had been nothing to lose at the time.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, and I didn't give a fuck when I was with the mafia playing watchdog. It is apparently the result of being in a relationship. Deal with it yourself; it's not my problem. I'll talk to Matt and he'll probably want to talk to you." I push myself up.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Someone had explained to him what the Mafia was, though he couldn't remember too. He wondered what the hell had happened to Mello in the past to make him such a stick in the mud. "Sure," he said, surrendering to the relationship thesis. He sat up.

"And uh...thanks." He gave a smile, a proper one. Not the one he usually gave Mello.

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I stare at him a moment and then nod. "You're welcome," I say, leaving the room.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

He let Mello go, watching him over his shoulder until the door closed.

Then he flopped back down on his bed, asked Miyako to leave and shoved his hands down his pants as soon as he was alone once more. Gods, he needed to jerk off so bad.