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( look, just because he's a slow and obvious figure limping his way across the square to an apartment building that's definitely not the one he usually lives in doesn't mean he's leaving tracks. )

ALERT, ALERT, SENSING QUESTION DEFLECTION.

( but it does, he can smell you and smell your particular brand of sadsack failure! can you feel the pair of eyes locking onto you from a distance, kazu? the feeling of impending doom?

because he's found you. he's finally found you. WHAT A GREAT SUCCESS. )

DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!

( ... indeed, in the distance, sure, you can see that skinny figure freezing up and sllllllowly looking around. surely it was just a really loud echo from the device. surely. )

YOU ALREADY SAID SOMETHING HAPPENED, GIVE IT UP.

( click.

the feed ends abruptly, device shoved into ikki's pocket as he locks his eyes firmly onto kazu's form. TARGET ACQUIRED. with one solid kick against the ground, sparks jutting out from beneath his wheel as he surges forward. there's nowhere for him to run, nowhere for him to hide and ikki can feel his hands positively thrumming with the urge to punch. )

( no, that cutoff was too suspicious. Kazu slows on the sidewalk, stares a little longer before he lets the hand holding the device fall. abruptly he wheels, bag swinging against his back—just in time to see it coming. )

( it takes only seconds to cross the distance, to be close enough to clench his fist and cock his arm back like a well-oiled spring. he's coming at him too fast, too reckless, and he might leave some kind of fist sized crater in his face before it's all over, but that's fine! it's still less that what kazu deserves. his arm unlocks when there is only inches between them and comes flying forward, but instead of smashing against kazu's face, it finds purchase at his collar. there hit never connects, there's no punching at all. no, instead, he clutches the fabric tight between his fingers as he barrels against kazu, throwing him down against the sidewalk.

there's a resounding 'thud' as kazu's back comes colliding against the concrete and ikki's following him down, wheels spinning uselessly in the air. there's barely enough time for kazu to let out a wheeze before ikki's face lowers, lips catching against his.

what. that was the opposite of what was supposed to happen. )

( zero to—what. what.

by reflex he tries to adjust for the fall but his leg fails him and Ikki's there, and in that second free air's a rush behind his back, and he hits the concrete instead in a flat-out crash. he's barely processed breath, bones in alignment, pain before it all comes tumbling back down with the press of Ikki's mouth.

there's about three seconds of total blanking, like this has never happened before—and assuming reality's just a construct that everybody happens to agree upon, it never goddamn has—before an arm fumbles its way back into movement and he shoves at Ikki's shoulder. )

—fuck. IKKI.

( panic. panic panic panic.

he's not sure why all of that just happened and there's nothing that isn't deeply unsettling about that. no, no, no. can he get a rewind? he was only going to beat kazu within an inch of his life out here on the street, but instead he was locking lips? shit, shit, shit, shit no. that wasn't supposed to happen. ever. ever again. worst of all—worst of fucking all—is that somehow all of this is bringing back a rush of memories of warmth and pressing kazu into the ground in a situation very similar to this. similar, but not quite. this situation is entirely different because he's in absolute control of himself and he's not getting his brain devoured by some disgusting slug.

so, he does the first thing that comes to mind. with his free hand, he smacks kazu's hand away his shoulder. the hit's definitely too hard, unrestrained in his need to restore some balance back into this moment. he follows it up with a sharp headbutt, slamming his forehead into kazu's hard enough to make his own teeth rattle, because maybe he if causes a big enough head injury kazu will forget about the last few seconds.

only—

that headbutt in itself makes ikki feel pretty triumphant, happy to cause kazu pain, so he spends the next second smashing kazu's wrist against the concrete. that's when everything spirals back out of his control because he's tilting his head downward to press their lips back together, actively kissing him this time and hard. )

( fact: Ikki has a skull like a goddamn troll.

the blow's a vivid crack through his ears, leaving dizzy echoes in its wake, and the arm he moves to elbow Ikki in the goddamn throat gets pinned back instead, grating against the sidewalk. it's in his throat to yell about what the hell that was even supposed to be when the breath gets knocked right back out of him. he's aware of the pulse in his ears, his eyes starkly widening, Ikki's fingers solid along palm and the line of his wrist, the burn starting through scraped skin—and it's impossible to focus on ten places at once, to sort through outrage and bruised pride and flounder his way into some kind of sane reaction.

he makes one noise and it startles him, a buzz on his tongue, between his teeth, into a kiss that's a little too familiar, just that bit more pressing than it should be—

and yeah, okay, he's done here. Kazu bites sharply just before a hand goes up, fisting in Ikki's hair to yank hard. look, nesting on top of a living human asshole all the time can't be pleasant, Kuu'll find a better place. this is for the good of the world. )

( as it turns out, it doesn't really matter what kazu thinks about it. the only thing of any importance here is that hands are entering kuu's territory and infiltrating the place he's reclaimed as his kingdom. kazu is perverting the whole area with offending fingers and foreign smells, and kuu is having none of it. his head snaps up from underneath black locks of hair to surge forward, furiously pecking at kazu's fingers in self-defence. )

G-Guaaaa!!

( fact: kazu is kind of a huge bitch.

an angry hiss escapes him as kazu's teeth close down against his lower lip, sharp and entirely too hard to just be a warning bite. goddamnit! it fucking hurts and the first reaction that comes to mind is to stab his nails into kazu's wrist in protest. it doesn't even matter to him the circumstances at the moment. it doesn't matter that he was kissing kazu, doesn't matter that this whole thing was entirely fucked up. no, he's only concerned with punishing kazu for fighting back. although, the whole nails against his wrist thing doesn't turn out to be nearly as satisfying as he had hoped. it's pretty lacklustre and hardly the worst that he could do in this situation. shit. he should have bit back and bit harder.

his head snaps away just as kazu's fingers tangle in his hair, forcing him back further by angrily tugging. his scalp aches underneath the tension and ikki's left with no choice but to punch kazu in the face. )

Goddamnit, Kazu! Fuck you!

( his hand jerks back as soon as Kuu's pecks register, which unsurprisingly doesn't get him out of the way of the punch.

fuck.

he snaps his head away with the blow, but the case looks bleak: he's still mostly pinned, wrist and all, Ikki leaning too close for him to try to sit up, and yeah, he's taken enough damage for now. meanwhile, the driving instincts in Kazu's mind—or, at least, the ones that aren't blaring pain, pain, pain in flickering signals from crescents along his wrist and cheekbone—are kind of pointing out that this feels way more like a fight than anything else. and if it's just a fight, that explains everything: his breath catching, the sharp surge in every vein, the abrupt focus of the world filed down to a single important point. on the other hand, there's a rational part of Kazu's mind remarking rather quietly that just because Ikki's acting like it's been a fight the whole time doesn't mean that wasn't actually. kind of. an actual kiss.

(the third part, which apparently has a few things to expound about that second point, is in the extreme minority and gets quarantined without a hearing.)

actually this is kind of confusing. he shakes it off, blinks up with eyes narrowed. )

Wh—what goddammit, what the hell was that?

Edited 2012-08-16 07:50 (UTC)

. . . A punch!

( that's the answer and probably the only answer that ikki can give in this sort of situation. it's harder to say "unseen forces made me kiss you twice, sorry about that, dude" even though that's pretty much the whole horrific truth of the matter. it implies an overwhelming lack of self control and ikki would like to think that he at least had enough control over himself to overpower whatever stupid thing that this curse (because it had to be a curse, right?) was trying to force him into doing! this was fucked up, the whole thing was fucked up and it was ruining a perfectly good opportunity to punish kazu in order to prevent any kind of turncoat thoughts later down the line.

wait, wait, wait. no. that's not entirely true. judging by kazu's reaction, this homo shit could still work as part of the punishment as well. it's not something that he would normally do or even usually consider because punching is a whole hell of a lot more satisfying, but he said that the next time he saw kazu that he was going to beat the shit out of him and that's right fucking now. he's a man of his word and he'll make sure kazu understands this deep into his bones! although, it'd probably work a whole hell of a lot better if that line of thinking coupled with kazu wallowing underneath him in pain didn't serve to make him feel victorious over the dude yet—not that that was actually hard to do in any sense. he's the top dog here and conquering kazu is almost a state of being at this point.

fingers falling away to kazu's shoulder, and maybe he's distracted because he doesn't even realise he's leaning forward to kiss kazu again until it's already happening. )

( liar. liar,

there isn't enough headbutting in the world to stop Kazu noticing that, contrary to popular belief, this is not a goddamn punch. there's a twist in his stomach and a hollow dizziness that hasn't dulled, not yet, which aches in his skull. the sidewalk scrapes through his shirt, against his back, as he shifts and—this is insane, this is completely insane, even for this place, because hell if he needs to be told that this is ten kinds of setup and change. and Ikki's kissing him again—painlessly this time, just Ikki in an easy movement. and if he hadn't remembered what it was like before, yeah, this is one hell of a clue, memory lighting long as a first struck flame and—

Kazu shuts his eyes, tries to find a thought that isn't shit and also what the shit. here are the facts: he could bite Ikki again, get punched, kick his way into a brawl, and wind up getting kissed for half an hour on a sidewalk while pedestrians skirt around the crazy boys because that kind of seems like how this is gearing up to go down. which is standard Kogarasumaru operating procedure, his fists are clenching already—except for the half-hour, and frankly Kazu's not sure that'd work out well.

or he could take the easier solution and get the hell out of here. he bends his head, breaks contact just enough to mutter. )

Fuck. Okay—okay, just—holdonasec.

( there's a lot of awkwardness behind this, but the palm that clasps the nape of Ikki's neck is steady and decidedly out of actual crow territory this time as Kazu's mouth finds his again fairly quickly. it's a slow kiss, gentled a lot by the fact that one of them isn't feeling remotely victorious right now and is also, after a moment, trying to gain enough leverage and distraction to brace himself on the other elbow and sit up a little. somehow. this had better work. )

( . . . . . . .

his blood runs cold the moment that kazu's hand clamps to the back of his neck, his hand a strangely familiar warmth, and tilts his head upward to kiss him back. the kiss is soft, slow, and entirely unlike the first time something like this had happened between them. piece by the piece, he's rapidly starting to recollect the memories of last time (particularly the fact that kazu had stolen his first deep kiss, which was unfair throughout every single universe) and it's quite possibly the worst moment for him to start to remember all of this. he doesn't need any sharp reminders of the way his hands had been frantic and over-eager back then and the way kazu had broken into kissing him just as desperate—

NO. HOLY SHIT. STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP!

ikki collapses in the next moment, crushed by the weight of his own thoughts and the situation presented in front of him. he doesn't want to know what kazu is thinking, why he is doing whatever it is he is doing or anything. no, no, no. he doesn't want to know anything. he'll pass, thank you! this situation was bad enough as is, he didn't want to go making it much more worse when he could just bypass all of that. god, no, he just doesn't want to think for the next couple moments, so instead he crumples over to roll off onto the sidewalk in a pathetic heap of limbs beside kazu. )

( there's no moment, no interval, no hesitation where palm clings to the base of a skull suddenly trying to makeshift as long a distance as possible. Ikki practically hurls himself off and Kazu's sitting up with his own back plastered to the nearest tree in instants, and that's the reality he's sticking to.

well, that, and one sudden sharp kick for Ikki's damn ribs. )

( the great and almighty sky king has turned to stone, limbs completely petrified as he tries to force reality back into something that remotely resembles normalcy. it's only because of that distraction that kazu's kick manages to connect. he lets out a stifled grunt of pain as kazu's foot smashes into his ribs, pain sparking up across his chest.

defence -500%.
energy: rapidly recharging.
duration: 34 seconds left until full power. )

( no, no, you see, he wasn't expecting that—didn't think he'd connect at all, and so the kick's a small surge of triumph, however gentle and pleased. Kazu's leaning down before he knows it, Ikki's jaw an easy tilt away, fingertips angling his jaw—and that's it, apparently. it's a determined kiss, a sharp kiss, urgent and demanding, like he's actually paying attention to this—like he's actually got a choice about his fingers curling at the base of Ikki's skull.

like he's not going to make really deeply excellent use of those remaining twenty-odd seconds.

fuck. his. life. )

( it's the challenge.

it's the challenge that brings one hand up to kazu's shoulder, grip tight on his hoodie as he kisses him back. he's rougher about it, a touch of violence to it because some part of him feels convinced that kazu is on the verge of one-upping him somehow, so he feels the need to scrap his teeth along kazu's lower lip the same way he had done that very first time.

the kiss lasts only for a moment, just a moment, before ikki's roughly shoving kazu off of him. )

Sonvabitch!

( what just—

actually, you know what, he doesn't want to know. plausible fucking deniability and all that, or so the phrase would go if Kazu actually had the braincells to parse it right now. what he's got instead is a sleeve digging viciously against his mouth, a shudder that hasn't quite threaded its way through his bones. fuck this curse, fuck this day. he's got an elbow braced against bark, trying to get up only moments after. )

—so move already!

( and if he's a bit red—just shut up, okay? shut up. )

Edited (shhh, shhhhh.) 2012-08-27 06:01 (UTC)

You're in the fucking way!

( he hisses out as he tries to put more distance between them. he's not really sure what the fuck is going on here, with the obvious exception that the both of them are cursed to hell and back, but he's surprisingly not that interested to test it out! )

I'd beat the shit out of you if I didn't think it'd end with my freakin' tongue down your throat!

( definitely going to say shit about kazu's face because his is also stuck in a rather sorry state. it's tinted red with both embarrassment and lingering . .. he's not sure. fury? outrage? fury and outrage at not being able to punch kazu? )

Auughh, auuuggh!! I've kissed you more than anyone else in my entire life!!

( he aims another kick reflexively—because, guess what, arms are shorter than legs and he's still got one working one just strong enough to aim for a kneecap, and the reverse is also true and he kind of wants to think as little about that as possible, and his face's flushing dark and can he just escape these thoughts for five goddamn minutes—

whatever. he's got a hand clapped to nose and cheekbones and scrubbing at his mouth like contact enough might smooth out the bleakness of it. the tree behind him's solid and not encroaching on his space at all. focus on that for now. )

Shut the hell up—I'm out of the way! Where're you even heading?

( this time, the kick is dodged easily, which may or may not be because he absolutely cannot allow any more violence to occur between them right now. he's not sure what's sparking this whole kissing reflex but it seems to be offset by hitting each other, so maybe that's not the best route to take at the moment. yeah, definitely not. he's not sure if he could handle being stuck mouth-to-mouth with kazu for much longer.

for the moment, however, ikki just sits on the ground, leaning back on his hands, like he's got nowhere to go and he doesn't. not really. his plans for the next couple of hours had all centred down on punishing kazu, so he's not really sure what now. )

No, you shut up! ( smooth! ) Uh, shit. I don't know.

I was gonna drag you back your ankles and bury you headfirst into the ground, but—

( hand gesture. )

You're fucking up my plans, asshole.

The hell I am—maybe you oughta bury yourself first, just to be safe!

( is it safe to get up? it ought to be—it makes sense for it to be, he could make a whole getaway out of this. Kazu lets a hand drop again, fingers digging into wood, before he reconsiders the whole idea of getting up and just flops against the trunk. a glance cuts away from Ikki before it swings back again—looking elsewhere really doesn't seem like the safe option at the moment, all stealth attacks considered. why couldn't they have just been cursed out of their minds so as not to have to think about this?

or, you know, been unaffected. that would've been good too.

this silence isn't brooding at all. )

Split up for now?

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