idealism | Fuda # 7 | AU: the demon inside [video/action]

[WHAT DO YOU MEAN CONTRACT. :| Considering the way everyone's been feeling wrong for the last day or so, Hisoka's on the defensive.]

What kind of contract? Tsuzuki, have you been gambling?

[WAIT WAIT that voice is familiar. At first Sargatanas mistakes it for Hijiri's, but realizes, with dismay that it's not. It's the boy's.]

[That is a problem. One he has to correct right now.]

[And this time he will make sure Hisoka stays dead.]

... Where are you?

...I'm out doing some shopping. House just got rebuilt and all. [He's veeeery careful to be vague.]

Yes. A real shame about the house. [Damnit, he didn't remember Hisoka to be this sneaky. Now he'll have to push.]

Do you need any help? --Oh, wait. Someone just came in the door.

Oh? Who's there? [Can't show panic, everything's normal everything's normal everything'snormal Tsuzuki don't you dare do anything before he's had a chance to check out your aura.]

Oh, I will go and check right now. Will you come home when you've finished shopping... Hisoka? [Maybe he sounded a little too slick, but he was proud that he remembered the brat's name. And if Hisoka decided to agree, perhaps he could have a small surprise ready for his return.]

Probably. [He's already taking an indirect route back to the house. This would've gone loads better if he could still teleport.]

...Do you need something?

Don't spend too much money, now.

[Does not say scissor-sharpeners or knives, which is thanks to his self-control.]

What do you mean?

...I won't.

Just asking if you had any special requests while I'm out. [Yeaaaahhhh running now.]

No, but this kid might have some. Sheik, was it? [The voice becomes distant as he turns to kid!Sheik for a moment.]

He doesn't want anything, either.

Got it. See you later, then.

[There's some distant rumbling around the kitchen window.]

Later. [Rumbling? That is strange. He walks into the kitchen, pulling out some drawers until he located a clean, long knife.]

[After all, who says he can't have some fun before the brat comes home? And Sheik looks very vulnerable when he's so small.]

[And since all that ruckus was Hisoka letting himself in through a non-frontdoor entrance, he's there to watch, pressed still against the wall and regarding his partner with a level stare. He feels nothing from Tsuzuki, and that confirms just about everything he'd been fearing.] ...What're you planning on doing with that knife, Tsuzuki?

[He's admittedly surprised by the entrance, but not more than what he had been when he found out Hisoka was alive. The brat was resourceful, he'd give him that much. So, he turned Tsuzuki's purple eyes towards him, and smiled.] I'm so glad you asked.

[Holding the knife in his right hand, he saunters closer to the wall Hisoka's leaning against.] One of us has to prepare dinner tonight. I thought we could have...[His gaze flickers to Hisoka's wings, only for a moment. More surprises.] fowl.

[This brat is also very pointedly staying still. If this is what he thinks this is, even the slightest hint of fear would prove disastrous for him. He'd still rather not accept that invitation to be dragged down to hell with you, Sargatanas. So sorry to stand you up.] I try not to eat meat when I can help it. There must be a vegetarian option you haven't considered.

[What, he doesn't trust his demon-possessed partner? What is the world coming to. And that offer is still standing, Hisoka. Now within range, Tsuzuki raises his empty hand towards him.]

[What would be more satisfying, strangling the boy or plucking him first?]

Like what?

[And now there is a gun shooting a hole clean through that hand trying to reach for him. No touchies.] Like you backing the hell up and telling me which demon's come to try avenge Sargatanas today.

[Fuuuuu where did Hisoka get that? He cries out in pain, and draws the bloody mess of a hand back, coldly furious.]

Avenge me? Awfully cocky of you to think you could ever kill me, shinigami.

[Casually, he brings his injured had up to his lips. He tasted the blood.] How did you survive?

[Since day one at Luceti, he's always kept a gun concealed at his waist. It only took a year to get some use out of it.]

Shinigami don't die as easily as you seem to think they do. You do realize that I can't let you go free to murder innocents, don't you? [Although WTF WTF HOW IS THAT SARGATANAS WHAT THE HELL LUCETI THAT SHOULDN'T HAPPEN EVER GHSDJHDFLHJFKLK.]

[Better late than never? Sargatanas smiles humorlessly.]

And how are you going to stop me? [As he finishes his sentence, he throws his hand up. He's still clutching the knife he chose, and aims it at Hisoka's arm to ruin the teenager's ability to hold his gun.]

[And as the knife comes down, he shoots again, this time at Tsuzuki's shoulder with a similar intent. His aim is shifted slightly as the knife sinks into his arm though, and he releases a pained hiss despite his best efforts to hold it in, smoking gun quivering from the effort he makes to continue clutching it while a chill spreads through his upper arm.]

[Gasping with pain, he takes a step forward, pushing his good shoulder against the smaller shinigami. It's a good way to pin him against the wall, despite being poorly thought out.]

[The tears that leaks out of the corners of his eyes (being shot clean through the shoulder, and breaking some of the finer wing bones hurts.) looks out of place on such an angry face. He turns to Hisoka, despite the pain shooting through his body with each breath.]

Do you... want to know how I will kill you this time?

Edited 2010-08-17 16:20 (UTC)

[He's not nearly the right size to fight against the pinning, and certainly not now that the fingers on his right hand have stopped obeying him entirely and let his weapon slip away and noisily clatter on the floor.]

Not interested. You're not going to get a chance to do it.

[If nothing else, Tsuzuki's pin brings him close enough for Hisoka to reach out with his left hand and twist the base of Tsuzuki's injured wing.]

[GOD DAMNIT THAT IS PAINFUL. His knees nearly buckles from the pain, which makes the demon furious.]

[He curses in a hissing voice, twisting away from the shinigami. At least now the bullet hole in his hand has stopped bleeding, so he reaches for Hisoka's neck. Strangling the brat might not be as clean as killing him with a knife, but it'll do. At least until he can find a way back to hell.]

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