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Who: Hakkai and Hibari
What: Hakkai feels the need to confront a certain violent shinki about his actions....
When: Backdated to May 3rd
Where: Gojyo's Temple
Warnings: Hibari

Hibari wasn't happy when he left the sakura party, and he certainly wasn't happy later when he'd stashed himself far from his god in Hakkai's new temple. It of course, had to be run by the same asshole who'd pushed him into a duck pond; but he was allowed to stay as long as he didn't actually punch Gojyo in the face.

Or the creepy shinki who kept wandering around, that Hibari had gotten into a tussle a couple times with before he realized how little fight there was to be had and ignored him.

Still creepy.

The best part about staying over though, was the little dragon. Jeep seemed to be getting along with Kishi just fine, and Hibari was more than content to complain about his situation to the creature while petting him and feeding him fish.

He knew he was going to have to deal with the problem of Ren having another shinki eventually, but for right now, without a school to patrol and focus attention on, he was at a loss right here on Hakkai's couch.

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Both small animals had already fled to somewhere out of reach, and that allowed Hibari to go full out with the next blow to the same arm, only to have the other tonfa twisted in his grip. The shinki's eyes widened as the tug on his weapon was far stronger than Hakkai had been previously-apparently the youkai's new appearance wasn't just for show.

That tonfa dropped to the ground, but Hibari drew back before he could be disarmed further, spikes appearing on the other one to stop the man from gripping it. He couldn't afford to hold anything back anymore.

"Roll," Hibari called softly, the little purple hedgehog emerging from his ring, "Your help, please."

The little hedgehog fused with the tonfa he had left to form a pair of spiked handcuffs, dangling off of Hibari's outstretched finger. It looked harmless for the moment, but Hibari then jumped backwards and all of a sudden he was holding two of them, both of the chains flying forward to wrap around Hakkai's arms.

Jeep took flight, his cries piercing and unhappy.

Hakkai let the chains hit his arms, and wrapped his hands around them in turn. The vine patterns on his hands moved like snakes, wrapping around the metal and racing back towards Hibari with lightning speed to wrap around him and bind him in place in turn.

"Stop it," he snapped. "Sit down."

The first few moments the vines took ahold of Hibari, he couldn't figure out what Hakkai had just DONE. However, as the shinki kept struggling, he realized that his strength wasn't working. Hibari didn't even hear the commands Hakkai snapped at him; he wanted to get free, because he hated being tied down-

He couldnt release Roll as he was, but he could still replicate the hedgehog into a bunch of tiny spiked balls that were expanding from all the cloud flames emanating from his ring. "Let. Me. Go."

One of the spiked balls tore past Hakkai's cheek, opening a bloody gash, and his lips thinned with annoyance as he glanced at Hibari's face. He wasn't going to stop fighting as long as he was restrained, was he?

The vines whipped free of Hibari's skin and back along the chains, coiling back into their places on Hakkai's arms, and he stepped back, deliberately lowering his hands to his sides.

"Calm down."

That was when Hibari released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as the vines retracted, and almost as quickly withdrew his handcuffs as well. Roll returned to his needle ball form, and the younger shinki held up the tonfa still in his grasp as the rest of his spiked balls floated around in the air.

"Do you really think I'll forget and forgive that easily?" This wasn't the school; the only reason Hibari wasn't going full out was because Kishi and Jeep were in the area, and another strange feeling in his heart he'd rather not admit to.

The balls for the most part, vanished, as Hibari's tonfa burst into flame and he leapt forward again, swinging at Hakkai's head.

Hakkai dodged with youkai speed, blurring as he flung himself into a roll and came up behind the couch with his limiters in one clawed hand. He slipped them on, fast, his breath catching at the way the world closed down and went flat around him. This frailer, slower form wouldn't do any permanent damage. This body's reflexes were still the ones that matched his subconscious expectations.

Maybe someday he'd remember why he'd never had his limiters off for long before, he thought as he rolled smoothly to his feet. It was a little darker in the room than he'd thought, but the glow of Hibari's burning weapons gave plenty of light for even a human to see by.

Whether Hakkai was wearing his limiters now or not didn't matter to Hibari; he barely acknowledged the change in appearance before walking forward to scoop up his other weapon, lunging at the older man.

The Cloud flames weren't hot to the touch at all, they just kept up an eerie purple light as Hibari strove to drive both metal tips into Hakkai's rib cage.

"I'm in no mood to fight," Hakkai snapped at him. The flames weren't hot; his shirt and flesh didn't singe as he twisted to let the tonfa slide along his ribs instead of slamming home with full force. That made it easier. He reached over the nearest weapon, closing his hand hard over Hibari's upper arm, and pulled, shifting his weight as he tried to use the momentum of that lunge to throw Hibari over his shoulder and down hard to the ground.

Kishi had vanished (under furniture or sensibly out of the room, probably) and Jeep was half-crouched, half-coiled on a lampshade in the corner screeching with what sounded very much like outrage at both of them. Wonderful. Not only was he going to have to re-injure Hibari because he'd made the mistake of discussing positive emotions, he'd have to spend the rest of the day apologizing to a dragon.

Hibari didn't care if Hakkai was in the mood to fight or not-frankly, he wasn't either. It was less a drive to fight and more a drive to cause pain, any pain in the man who suggested that he needed something as terrible as a friend.

Kishi had indeed fled the room, and Hibari was grabbed by the older shinki and thrown on the floor. Luckily for him, he had a cats reflexes and managed to roll before getting up, tonfa in front of his body in case Hakkai wanted to kick him while he was down.

When it was apparent he wasn't going to, Hibari then brought up his right tonfa, suddenly releasing the spiked chain from the end, shooting it like a cannon at Hakkai's torso. The cloud flames allowed it to grow longer than normal and even pierce the opposite wall if it got that far.

This was really starting to annoy him, Hakkai reflected, ducking under the chain and lunging forward to hit Hibari in the torso with an outstretched palm. If he didn't dodge, the blow should bear him down to the ground, and then maybe Hakkai would have a chance to disarm him before Jeep, Kishi, or any major structural elements of Gojyo's temple were the next casualty.

Hibari didn't have time enough to think of a more elegant solution-he stepped backwards from Hakkai, dragging the chain out of the wall so the spiked end recoiled hopefully back into his opponent, and blocked the rest of Hakkai's attack with Roll's spiked balls quickly blooming out of nowhere.

There had to be a better way then having his own spikes digging into his shoulders, pressing against the older shinki, but if it let him reduce the damage, then he really didn't care.

Hakkai's breath hissed through his teeth as the spikes hit his palm and shoulders, and he met Hibari's eyes coldly.

At this rate, they really would destroy something, he thought, and deliberately relaxed, pulling his hand away from Hibari's chest and letting it fall to his side as he took a step back. Hibari wasn't going to stop fighting for less than serious injury, that was clear enough, and trying to restrain him sent him into a panic.

Besides, what better way to express his disapproval than to refuse to fight?

Hibari just stared back, his lip curling up in a snarl-before Hakkai did the unexpected and pulled back from him. He just pulled back and his hands fell to his sides, leaving the younger shinki thoroughly confused.

Why would Hakkai just stop fighting? He was more than strong enough to put up a fight, and Hibari was attacking him. It just didn't make any sense.

The strange action did give Hibari pause in his movements, most of the spiky balls vanishing from in front of him while he studied the other. "What are you even pulling?"

Hibari struck back out at Hakkai with his tonfas, the metal weapons aiming for his head and arms, but it lacked the aggressive fire from before.

"I told you I don't want to fight."

He didn't want to be bludgeoned unconscious, either, and so one of his arms flashed up to interpose itself between Hibari's tonfa and his head, but he kept his feet planted where they were. Hibari's aggression was fading enough that he doubted the blows would be hard enough to crack bone, and Hakkai didn't care about a bruise or two. His face stayed impassive as the tonfa struck his arms.

"So you are a coward after all," Hibari growled as his blows were blocked, but no further movement was made to attack. Why was he even doing this? Hibari was a real threat, and yet the older shinki didn't want to fight him? What kind of joke was this?

Hibari swung around to aim for Hakkai's rib cage again, but it was quickly losing its spark. If Hakkai didn't defend himself, he didn't know what to do; at this point, he'd been attacking as a defense mechanism.

"You're the one who wants to fight," Hakkai said, the sentence breaking for a soft grunt as he let Hibari's tonfa slam into his ribs. That would leave a mark, too, but there was no helping it. Hibari was losing the will to continue, which, Hakkai thought, he would count as a win.

Jeep launched himself up from the lamp in the corner, winging rapidly towards them with an aggrieved cry.

"You're the one who-" Hibari cut himself off as Jeep flew straight towards them. There was too much risk he'd hurt the little dragon in the attack; that was the only reason he could convince himself he stopped.

"Jeep, are you telling me to stop?"

Scolding in loud chirps, Jeep settled on Hakkai's shoulder and anchored his claws in shirt and a significant amount of skin. Hakkai turned his head, trying to aim a decent disapproving look at the little dragon; Jeep was on the wrong side, and he couldn't see more than a smear of white.

"I think he's telling us both to."

He reached up, finding Jeep's neck by touch and stroking his mane gently.

"Sit down, Hibari," he added, and took a seat of his own on the corner of the now-unoccupied couch. Jeep scolded him again, and drew a little more blood with those talons while shifting pointedly.

If nothing else, the errant shinki seemed bound to listen to the little dragon, who was chirping unhappily at them both. Hibari grudgingly sat down on the nearest couch, not putting his tonfa away almost in protest.

Briefly he wondered where Kishi went; he'd have to apologize to the kitten later with some treats. Same with Jeep, possibly. Hibari was avoiding eye contact with both of them, much like a dog that had been caught doing something it wasn't.

Hakkai let out a breath, as Jeep finally settled a little more onto his shoulder and accepted the petting, and looked over at Hibari again. The boy was perched on the other couch, tonfa in hand, looking awkward and embarrassed and ready to strike out again at a moment's notice.

"Where were we?" he said lightly. "Ah, yes. Don't attack Gojyo or his other shinki if you want to stay here, and, also, I'd like to see you make up with Ren. It's not as if he chose to take on another shinki, you know."

The first part of that Hibari almost expected. Yeah, it was probably a good idea he didn't attack Gojyo, even if he really didn't like the man, but that empty shell of a shinki had kept getting into his space. Hibari didn't like that.

The cloud guardian's fingers twitched, wanting to pet Jeep too. Unfortunately, Kishi had run into another room and Hibari couldn't go after him without any more trouble, making him even more restless. "Tell that shinki to stop crowding my space and I might actually consider it."

And as for Ren...."I refuse. Ren will attempt to make me work with him. Not only is he a filthy, weak mongrel, but I don't work with others."

Hakkai's fingers paused on Jeep's head, and he said bluntly, "Do you want a different god?"

The last time he'd asked, Hibari hadn't. Now, he didn't know if that were still true. Filthy, weak mongrel sounded -- well, like the sort of thing Hibari would say about anyone who he found annoying, honestly. And he was going to have to adjust to the idea that, as a shinki, he had no choice at all but to work with someone else.

"I don't want any god," Is what Hibari blurted out at first, before composing his emotions a little bit more. He'd already had this discusion with Hakkai: it was one of the first he remembered and had come up when he briefly became a Nora.

It was almost impossible to not have a god and survive, and that's what scared Hibari the most; if someone had to have his life in his hand, it had to someone respected and yet someone that Hibari could beat.

Ren had been at least half of that until recently, and Hibari started curling his legs into himself thinking about it. The tonfa still hung from his hands, but he didn't have a death grip on them anymore.

"I haven't been there for days. The idiot keeps texting me but I'm not going back, even if I have to stay in an abandoned temple." Hakkai may know him well enough that it meant pretty much a yes in his book. The shinki rarely looked this serious and for a tiny, fragile moment, he'd lost all of his fighting spirit.

It however, sprung back up almost instantly as his normal cold expression returned and he called Roll to one of his hands in lieu of a tiny dragon to pet.

"Then you're sure," Hakkai said mildly. Poor Ren. He really had tried, Hakkai thought, and folded his hands on his knee, staring absently ahead at the wall. Jeep considered him, made an annoyed little noise, and winged his way over to nestle into Hibari's hair instead.

After a few seconds, Hakkai added, "You're welcome to stay here, but I'm not sure if Gojyo would be a particularly compatible god for you. If you're not going back to Ren, you'll need someone."

He froze up as the unnatural weight settled on his head, only to relax when he realized it was Jeep. "I apologize for disturbing you, little one," Hibari murmured to the dragon, reaching up to stroke at the little dragon's head.

However, Hibari gave Hakkai an absolute offended look. "I don't want THAT filthy drunk as my god."

Even if it meant he'd have an excuse to hang out around Hakkai and Jeep, but it wasn't worth having his feelings shared with that rambling excuse of a god. "I don't know anyone else, but I'd rather choose my poison or die alone than stay there."

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Hakkai's life sucks

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