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Post by wizz on Mar 13, 2014 23:32:50 GMT
REGRET IS A DIFFERENT BEAST WHEN YOU'VE LIVED FOR CENTURIES | While it may be familiar to him, it's all but a mystery to me. I avoid keeping a large group with me, we would be far to noticeable. Yet somehow my itch to stay alive and my constant need to save someone... it has lead me to be a 'king' to these 'Kings.' Gangs - no different than packs; though most had called me crazy when I first addressed them as such. Namely the three outside - who have faithfully followed me no matter where I go. All of them get something out of it, but so do I. What about this one? What does he hope to gain?
The questions within the confines of his mind were baffling and causing a bit of mistrust to form; but it seemed to vanquish as soon as he had mentioned that word. Partner. Kurama almost physically gagged at the thought of being anybody's partner. "What a strong word..." Leave it to Mr. Dictionary to take the word so strongly. "Most often used sexually, though if you're who I assume you to be you mean nothing sexual by it." His words seemed to be trailing off in thought. "I don't see a reason not to accept, but I fail to see what you've gained in this venture. I gain memories, yet you gain a partnership with me? Did I mean so much to you?"
While memories are connected with emotions, with my memories I seem to lack the emotion. Though I know I felt strongly toward this short demon in the past, I can't help but be weary. I can't help but not trust him. Has the frigid knife of loneliness so plunged my soul that I've allowed my heart to freeze over? Ah, so it would seem.
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Post by tararose on Mar 13, 2014 23:42:04 GMT
"So tell me, what's it like living in a constant haze of stupidity?"
The first time I realized how close Kurama and I had bonded, it worried me. In the Makai, it is kill or be killed. You did not form allies. You did not form friendships. You did not form families. Such things would get you killed. Yet I had found myself in a family. It was small, just the two of us, but we were brothers.
Hiei had rolled his eyes when he started defining partner to him. That hadn't changed either. Kurama had always hated the term, even if it was the best way to describe what they were, without revealing their brother bond at least. Partners in crime. Hiei always thought that if Kurama would start acting more like a man, then he wouldn't be mistaken as a man-lover. Now was no different. He let him keep talking uninterrupted. He didn't know this Kurama so well, but he felt like he was probably treading thin ice. He could only hear three others outside his room, an indication that Kurama traveled small. That he didn't trust very easily. Without any hesitation to his final question, Hiei responded. "You are my brother." |
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Post by wizz on Mar 14, 2014 16:01:34 GMT
REGRET IS A DIFFERENT BEAST WHEN YOU'VE LIVED FOR CENTURIES | In a way I'm a strange mixture of every person outside the room - and inside it as well. I'm skeptical like Rei. I tend to be bloodthirsty like Haku. My human life had lead me to calm down and take it easy like Sato. This one here, he seems so forward and blunt. But he knows what he wants. So perhaps I'm nothing like this new comrade.
Kurama's eyes rose to stare at the demon. The term had caught him off guard. Along with how it was presented. So confident and lacking disbelief. Something Kurama was envious of to say the very least. Raising from the chair, he shrugged his shoulders. "I promise you nothing." His words were poisonous, he was sure, but they were honest. He figured it was the best way to go about trying to get himself back. "Though I can assure you that I will try and adapt to your mindset of me." His eyes dropped. "To be honest I know little of myself, and even less of how I once was. People and places I remember - but not faces or emotions. Not how I felt. It's hard for me to get a grasp on things."
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Post by tararose on Mar 14, 2014 16:16:06 GMT
"So tell me, what's it like living in a constant haze of stupidity?"
Nothing aggravates me more than being unsure of oneself. Kurama had never had a problem knowing who he was or what he was meant to do, that is until he became a human. For years I wondered if he would be changed forever. He softened up. Even allowed a human woman into his pack. Treated her as his own mother. His identity crisis was constant. He could never decide whether he was demon or human. It always upset me. Made me wonder if I wasn't enough for him to live his demon life. If his human mother was so important to him. Eventually he confessed to missing demon world. To missing his old life, and that when she died he would return. I could feel his emotions though. No matter how hard he hid them, I could always feel them. He was still unsure. Still didn't know who he truly was anymore.
Hiei nodded to him as he watched him stand up. None of those statements came as a surprise to him. He assumed Kurama wouldn't have his memories, and thus would be living a life of unknowns. His brother had always been conflicted about his identity, nothing new. He simply thanked Inari that it was this easy to involve himself in his life. "I expected nothing more. You've changed less than you know." |
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Post by wizz on Mar 14, 2014 16:24:02 GMT
REGRET IS A DIFFERENT BEAST WHEN YOU'VE LIVED FOR CENTURIES | The self proclaimed King of Thieves. A murder. A leader; an alpha. Lacking mercy only to receive it and show it myself later in life. I'm not reassured when he says I haven't changed much. However, little can be done to help it.
"Old habits die hard, or so they say." He mumbled, his eyes shifting toward the door. "I dare not let you face them alone. Are you feeling well enough to walk?"
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Post by tararose on Mar 14, 2014 16:29:43 GMT
"So tell me, what's it like living in a constant haze of stupidity?"
Weakness is how you got killed. I hated being weak. Kurama knew that, yet he always managed to poke fun when I was injured. Another way of apologizing I'm sure.
Hiei couldn't help but glare at him. He had almost died, sure, but it wasn't as if his legs were broken. He was pretty sure that even if they were, he'd still be walking. If it meant upholding his honor and pride, then he'd endure whatever it was. To prove his point, he slid himself off the bed, managing to stand and walk over beside him. Everything still ached, but he had been through worse. "I'm sure I can manage." He wasn't referring to his own body, but to the fools outside his room. They were obviously useful, if Kurama was keeping them around, but he refused to trust anyone. Anyone but his brother. |
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Post by wizz on Mar 14, 2014 16:40:36 GMT
REGRET IS A DIFFERENT BEAST WHEN YOU'VE LIVED FOR CENTURIES | Though cryptic and vague, I've somehow managed to keep my sense of humor about me. Many things I say have a double meaning and it is up to the listener to decide what I had meant by my words.
A low chuckle came from him. "I'm sure you'll do fine. Only one of them is known to bite." He responded honestly, his body moving toward the door. His hand began wrapping the string around his wrist. While never one for accessories, this one helped keep him sane in tense situations. As the door opened, you could see the three doing what they usually wasted time on. Rei was sharpening something, Sato found himself engulfed by the technology before him, and Haku was lounging around staring at the TV screen. It was fuzzy, but news of the riots were flashing across the screen with frantic voices. "Authorities have reported that all humans helping to hide any of the rebel gangs will be sentenced as a traitor to the system. It is advised that you release your rebels to the authorities - no charges will be pressed." As the voice continued to speak nonsense, all there of the men's heads turned to face the two coming into the room. Rei seemed to lack amusement, Sato just stared as if looking for something to fix - still thinking on his technology no doubt, and Haku simply stared at the two of them as if they were a piece of meat. An odd grin across his face.
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Post by tararose on Mar 14, 2014 16:44:58 GMT
"So tell me, what's it like living in a constant haze of stupidity?"
It was no secret that I hated people. Human. Demon. I hated them all. They were all so stupid. Perhaps if they showed some sign of intelligence, they could be useful. They never did.
Hiei simply raised an eyebrow at the three in front of him. Two demons and a human. How... unimpressive. He crossed his arms and leaned up against the door frame, glancing at Kurama. "What a unique pack you've got here." He was being sarcastic, highly unimpressed, and did nothing to hide the fact. |
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Post by wizz on Mar 14, 2014 16:58:14 GMT
REGRET IS A DIFFERENT BEAST WHEN YOU'VE LIVED FOR CENTURIES | "Unique? Is that the only word that comes to mind?" He quipped, a smirk across his features to show he was amused by it all and fully aware that Hiei would be unimpressed. I hardly know him, yet there is something familiar about the way he presents himself. Somehow I read him as an open book, but only through miniature details.
"He's cute." Haku commented with pep, turning back toward the TV and sighing, almost as if he were unimpressed and hiding it through fake amusement. Rei went back to sharpening whatever it was he was sharpening; a weapon of some sort. Sato on the other hand stared. A few moments later he rose from his seat and handed Kurama a few things; one was a chip of sorts and the other a syringe.
Kurama glanced at both in his hand and turned toward Hiei. "One is a to conceal your demon blood. It hurts for the first few hours, but once your body gets used to the electrical waves that the device emits you feel fine. The other is an ear chip, for communication purposes among the team." His eyes closed in a small laugh escaped him. Before Hiei could asked, he answered his question. "Yes, you can turn it on and off."
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Post by tararose on Mar 14, 2014 17:25:45 GMT
"So tell me, what's it like living in a constant haze of stupidity?"
Hiei weighed his options. He knew such technology had come around, particularly in the black market. He had dealt with enough demons himself that showed up with human blood on the radar. It was usually why he was hired in the first place. But would he conform? I've always been a proud demon. I've never wanted to hide who I was. Even among the human world, I never conformed to their ways. I only ever wore their clothing when Kurama asked it of me.
He took the ear piece from Kurama, nodding at the availability to have it turned off. He eyed the syringe before turning his eyes back to his brother. "I'll pass." |
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Post by wizz on Mar 14, 2014 17:33:11 GMT
REGRET IS A DIFFERENT BEAST WHEN YOU'VE LIVED FOR CENTURIES | Proud as always. I suppose neither of us have changed. He hasn't forgotten though... or perhaps he did and something jarred the memories back like with the others.
"Your pride won't allow you to conceal it then?" Kurama asked, curious perhaps. Namely he just wanted to get to know this... 'brother.' The room seemed heavy with stares. Though not from Rei, Haku and Sato were doing their own share of hard staring. Sato eventually let his eyes move away from the demon and back to his computer. Haku on the other hand let his eyes linger, studying the two. He then gave a soft chuckle before glancing forward at the TV.
Kurama shrugged his shoulders, finally glad the stares had stopped. His eyes focused on his brother before he started his way toward his own room, motioning for Hiei to follow with a nod of his head.
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Post by tararose on Mar 14, 2014 17:42:57 GMT
"So tell me, what's it like living in a constant haze of stupidity?" He started following his brother, knowing that his silence would be his answer. Of course he was too proud to hide who he was. He knew he was better than the humans. He certainly didn't want to hide as one of the inferior creatures. He also refused to wear dogtags. He was identified in their systems, sure. His first capture had assured that. But he would rather die than be tagged like some animal. He would not give them that satisfaction. |
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Post by wizz on Mar 14, 2014 18:10:37 GMT
REGRET IS A DIFFERENT BEAST WHEN YOU'VE LIVED FOR CENTURIES | Opening the door to his bed room, Kurama let Hiei shut it on his way in. The room itself was very plain, nothing like what he would usually let himself stay in. Average walls, the same color as the outside of the room. A dull off white. To further the normalcy, the bed was a plain white and black bedspread. His pillows matched of course. A desk and a single chair - it wasn't as decorative as his other rooms or dens in the past. "Won't hide your demon nature? Is it pride or the adrenaline you get from being drowned that keeps you from hiding?" His question was sarcastic as they always were, but a bit of fun never hurt anybody.
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Post by tararose on Mar 14, 2014 18:16:59 GMT
"So tell me, what's it like living in a constant haze of stupidity?" As he shut the door, he leaned up against it with his arms crossed. He was still wearing the white coat Kurama had given him, along with his pants. It explained why he was cold. He'd need to go find some thicker clothes soon. He glanced around the room and noticed the dullness of it. Even in dens that Kurama planned on keeping only temporary, he fashioned them in fine silks and decor. He had never considered a plain room before. It was too common for his brother. He turned to him as he spoke, and met his sarcasm with a glare. Even if he couldn't remember anything, he knew that he was a fire demon. Adrenaline from drowning? He'd rather listen to Kuwabara drone on about his sister. "I do not feel the need to hide from an inferior species." |
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Post by wizz on Mar 14, 2014 18:21:15 GMT
REGRET IS A DIFFERENT BEAST WHEN YOU'VE LIVED FOR CENTURIES | A small smile graced his lips. He tilted his head to the side as he took a seat on the bed, pulling one of his feet up and tucking it beneath the opposite leg. "I would argue that neither race is superior or inferior." It was bittersweet. "Instead, there are individuals who are superior or inferior to other individuals. Some humans are graced with spiritual awareness, making them more superior than even those of their own race. While others are blessed with brilliance or a strong will to live and others cursed with being cowards." He rose his head up and arched a brow. "And what makes you a superior being, brother?"
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