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[Closed] They tell me I'm a danger to myself

Who: Schuldig and Hibari
What: Retribution against someone who doesn't deserve it
When: June 28th
Where: The Far Shore to start
Warnings: Hibari

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Schuldig wakes up to find that Jennifer has vanished. Being the telepath between her two gods, he's aware the connection is hers that severed. That doesn't mean he's happy about it, or that he's about to act rationally about it either. He's out for revenge and before he goes to "meet" with Hijikata, he needs to blow off some steam.

So who's the lucky target gonna be...

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Hakkai's smirk just pissed him off even more, and while he knew he should be grateful that his normal senses were coming back, the pent up bad feelings weren't exactly helping. "Shut up."

The second blow came, his hand clenching around the place where the shards of the cup cut his hand and drove at Hakkai's chest. The loud noise had startled both Kishi and Bon, who had run from the room, the dog staring at them from the doorway.

Hakkai shifted his weight, turning side-on to Hibari's punch so that it glanced across his chest without enough force to leave a bruise.

"You're certain you don't want to pick the bits of my cup out of your palm before you hit me?"

Antagonizing Hibari might not be the best of moves right now. On the other hand: it was successfully making him mad, and, Hakkai thought, punching it out might help.

Hibari's mood tended to be a little different from his that way.

It was pretty clear from Hibari's expression that he wasn't exactly seeing Hakkai in his aggression, his mind being somewhere far off; but his anger was painfully real, and Hakkai was the only one around for him to take it out on.

He wasn't using his flames or his tonfa, just pure hand to hand and he drove the elbow of the extended arm up at Hakkai's chin, before turning his body to help push forward his next blow at the man's stomach.

Hakkai fell silent as Hibari kept attacking. He wasn't fighting back: he focused on evasion, instead, twisting back out of the way of Hibari's blow to his chin and tensing his muscles to take the one to his stomach. He was already moving backwards to soften the impact; it would leave a nasty bruise, but nothing worse.

His teacup toppled as his hip grazed his chair, shattering on the floor, and Hakkai winced. He'd have to visit the hundred yen store again.

He didn't care about the tea set; the movements caused by his attacks did drop whatever shards had still been sticking to Hibari's skin to the floor, along with a couple drops of blood. It wasn't his, and he was still in a rage.

Hibari just threw his fists at Hakkai again, reaching a leg quickly out to hook it around the taller man to bring him down on the floor.

Down on the floor, on top of the broken teacups: no thank you, Hakkai thought, and stepped in and around Hibari's side to evade the hooking foot, twisting to throw a punch at the boy's shoulder as he moved. The limits of his willingness to be a punching bag ended when it came to the prospect of grappling on a pile of shattered ceramic.

Well, Hibari was considerably more pleased that Hakkai was fighting back, but for some reason, he really didn't feel into it. It was a very foreign sensation, one Hibari was pretty sure he'd never felt before, and it was enough to make him pause and Hakkai's blow to hit his shoulder.

He took it pretty well, only being pushed back a couple steps and welcomed the stinging pain. However, when he looked at Hakkai's eyes again, he felt no flicker of irritation, or a will really to keep going. "You're not the one."

And simply like that he just dropped his hands and began collecting the pieces of the cup he had shattered in his hands. Bon was still standing in the doorway, giving a large woof like he was concerned Hibari would attack again.

"No," Hakkai agreed mildly, and crouched to start sweeping his own broken teacup's shards up as well. "It's all right, Bon. Sit."

A porcelain fragment scratched his fingertip, and he winced, picking it carefully free with a claw.

"-- But you seem to be coming back to yourself," he added, and dumped his handful of broken cup into the trash bin.

Bon sat, wuffing again, but he watched as the two of them cleared out the fragments of pottery and came back into the room when Hakkai stood up fully. Hibari on the other hand, was looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there. Running away would be just that, but at the same time, he was pretty sure Hakkai was guessing what had happened to him.

"I don't need you to fight anything for me," he snapped, trying to save face, reaching to lick up the blood that was dripping out of the cuts on his left hand.

"Of course you don't need me to," Hakkai said, moving over to the shelves that lined one wall of the little room. He was sure he'd left a first aid kit -- there.

"-- human mouths are dirty," he adds, and tosses a wrapped bandaid towards the boy. "Don't lick the wound. And I would be doing it out of my own interests."

"He's MINE," Hibari snarled, feeling a flicker of genuine anger towards Hakkai. That felt more natural and comfortable and he snatched the bandaid, not really listening to his words about human mouths.

The cut was still bleeding somewhat, but for right now, he aggressively unwrapped the bandage and slapped it on, resolving to watch it later when he wasn't feeling so lethargic. He then turned to pet Bon on his head, causing the dog to wag his tail and give his uninjured hand a lick. "Everything is fine, Bon. You are doing a good job."

The dog's tail thumped heavily against the floor as he sat down, clearly relieved by the encouragement. Hakkai's eyes narrowed in thought.

"He is," he agreed easily. "I'm offering backup."

"And what makes you think I need or want any," He said flatly, his fingers still buried in Bon's fur. Kishi had also seen it was safe to come back in, now meowing at the both of them for attention. Hibari had a feeling the emotions he was having right now would only get worse as time went on but for some reason, he didn't just want to leave Hakkai's presence. Even when it resulted in conversations like this.

"I don't think you want any." As for needing... well. Hibari had just found himself left completely helpless by Loki's powers. Perhaps having warning would be enough to allow him to evade them next time, or perhaps he'd find himself equally helpless in the face of a second attack.

Hakkai didn't see the need to rub that in his face aloud. It was equally obvious to both of them.

"... but backup never hurts," he concluded. "Although, of course, it's up to you."

It would piss him off because he knew just what Hakkai was leaving out and what exactly he meant, and somehow it made it almost worse. Because that meant somewhere he was right.

But as it was, he was angry enough to reject Hakkai, but still calm enough to consider sharing more than he'd want to if he'd been completely sober. That man's name still burned on his skin.

"Back-up doesn't matter. People don't matter. It won't stop gods from branding me as their own once again." He pulled Bon tighter as Kishi began the ritual of rubbing against Hakkai's legs.

Hakkai's eyes widened, and then narrowed again as he bent to scratch behind Kishi's ear. The gesture Hibari had made earlier, the abortive movement of his hand towards his shoulder, takes on sudden, chilling new meaning.

"Ah," he said, and scooped the cat up into his arms as he straightened to look levelly at Hibari. "Is that what he did?"

Not only to name someone, but to then use some sort of influence to suppress his emotions: that would leave a shinki truly vulnerable. Not even the prospect of blight could discourage it.

Kishi was of course, content with attention, the tip of his tail twitching slightly before he started to purr in Hakkai's arms. Hibari on the other side, was tense and almost ready to snap, his hand reaching up to his shoulder again unconsciously. He pointedly kept staring at only Bon, the nauseous feeling in his stomach rising again. Maybe he was stinging his god; he didn't really know or care at this point.

"It was just one-just one touch and I couldn't move. I couldn't even draw a borderline or rip his guts out." Hibari at this point had to let go of Bon or he'd risk hurting the poor dog. His hands were still shaking from renewed fury.

"I see." Hakkai's voice is level, making a chilly contrast to Hibari's growing rage. One touch and Hibari had been paralyzed. Was the touch necessary? How many could the man paralyze at once?

Hakkai knows his own speed and the accuracy of his attacks, but Hibari is fast, too. A frontal assault clearly won't be sufficient.

"In that case," he continues after a silent moment, rubbing a knuckle over Kishi's head, "I'll have to insist on offering backup. Someone like that should be destroyed as soon as possible, for all our sakes."

"I don't WANT that. I want to destroy him with my own hands, repay him for every ounce of humiliation-if you help me then-" Fuck, his anger was really going to make him say it, wasn't it? He wasn't even paying attention to how Hakkai was reacting; Hibari was still busy with remembering what exactly that man had done.

"If my power isn't enough then I've already lost."

"If you fight just to prove your own strength," Hakkai said, "you're going to have to get used to losing. Someone is always stronger."

He turned over his hand, thoughtfully inspecting the little scratch on his finger from the broken teacup.

"If you're fighting for a goal, then you have options."

If the goal, for instance, was to destroy Loki... then there were options.

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