poly_chromatic | ☀ VIDEO [ a series of douchebag events ]

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☀ VIDEO [ a series of douchebag events ]

( the feed from kazu’s device clicks on to show the darkness of a dingy little apartment, or to be more exact, what kazu has claimed as his room, the moonlight pouring into the window serving as the only source of light for the room. it also features the side of ikki’s hand and his wrist, out of focus and much too close from clicking on kazu’s device.

he smiles into the camera, all glinting teeth, before he walks towards kazu’s bed. there’s a soft click as ikki flips off the cap of a marker, smelling the tip of it before applying it to kazu’s face. he writes various insults across his face, each one more hateful than the last.

the feed cuts out.

it clicks back on and ikki is beside is kazu’s bed, pants down and his butt pressed against the side of kazu’s face.

the feed cuts back again immediately afterwards.

finally, it cuts back on and it’s closer this time. it gives a very clear shot of ikki leaning over the side of kazu’s bed, pants now back up. his face is incredibly close to kazu’s, fingers prying his mouth open. he opens his own mouth then, letting two slugs drop out of his mouth and into kazu’s. )

Yesss! ( he laughs!

it's fifteen seconds, if you're counting—from the moment the camera films the slugs dropping in to Kazu's eyes snapping open. about the time it'd take for one to spill out and wriggle into an ear. but there's no trace of that by the time Kazu lifts one hand, ghosts fingertips across his face, silent and perfectly blank. he sits up.

only five seconds, on the other hand, from vertically to punching Ikki in the face. )

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Ow, fuck—!

( he hisses out furiously, swallowing the remaining slugs in his mouth. damn! he was going to get kaito too while he was weak and feeble! he nearly falls backwards, but stands his ground, fist slamming into kazu's face in return. )

Take this, you bastard!

Edited 2012-02-24 05:20 (UTC)

( the punch catches him cleanly—but there's a difference in levels between the kind of brawling done between friends and something you reserve for taking somebody out.

kicking him in the crotch probably falls into the second. )

Dumbass. What're you doing?

( his face throbs in pain, uncomfortable and only serving to fuel his anger. he normally doesn't get this mad or at least, this quick, but he feels pretty different after swallowing those slugs.

he spits out the wad of blood in his mouth, eyes flicking toward kazu's. his fists are balled at his side, trembling minutely from some strange feeling.

he ignores his question. )

Is that all you got? Your punches are still pathetic. Always will be.

Huh.

( there's a tiny part of him, maybe, that—in spite of aching jaw and adrenaline buzz—thinks he doesn't want to fight Ikki—

—and then suddenly the cold intent flips off as a thousand other ideas surface. he'd told Elmer that it was harder than it sounded, not being scared. suddenly the reason for that seems a little distant. in the dark, Kazu bends, hooking his fingers through the laces of his A-Ts. )

Is that a line? You wanna start something, take a number.

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