Log post yay /o/
WHO: Hisoka, Kyohei, An, Kamio and possibly Tsuzuki.
WHY: THEY FOUGHT LIKE KIDS and hugtiem must happen.
When: After Bob's interesting truth post.
HOW: Log.
RATING: G
WARNING: UHm, long? Also unbetaed.
Rubbing his wrists to get the feeling back, Hisoka uneasily got to his feet. An was soft-hearted, and she was in pain. It was the only reason he could accept since she had released him first, to Kyohei's surprised look.
He was so tired. The emotions in the room weren't pleasant at all, and they all weighted down on him. All the yelling had been exchausting.
"Kyohei," he said softly, brushing his fingers through his hair. There wasn't much the other teenager could do, being tied up like that. Hisoka could feel the hurt, but his mind focused on something else: namely hiding Kyohei's body with his own. He dropped down in front of him, clearly prepared to say something else.
Kyohei tried to back up away from the other boy but it didn't seem to work much seeing as he was as far as he could be. So instead he looked to his side forcing himself not to look at Hisoka at all. His feelings of hurt and uneasiness rose at that very second.
"What," he asked with slight anger to it. He didn't want to talk. He didn't want to solve it. He justed wanted to sulk like a child being scorned for having a first fight with their friend.
The verge they were on wasn't one Hisoka liked. If he wasn't careful, they'd both crack, he realized. Infinitely careful, he kneeled down to whisper in Kyohei's ear. "If you're quiet for a bit, I'll release you." He closed his eyes, eyelashes brushing lightly against the other boy's skin. "Then we can make a run for the keys. Are you in?"
Slowly Kyohei blushed faintly at the close contact and coughed to hide it. He still continued to look the other way still trying to fight his erge to make up in any way. "F-fine," was all he managed to say. He wanted the use of his wrists back because being tied up made him think of the many of times he was kidnapped.
Hisoka smiled a little, but was all too conscious of the eyes on them. "Great." He considered asking Kyohei to look at him, but he wasn't sure if he could handle the look in his eyes. Instead he focused trembling fingers on untying one of the other boy's wrist. The shirt he wore still showed some bruises from the paintball-gun fight, and Hisoka felt a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry," he continued to whisper.
Hearing that made Kyohei turn to look at him with confusion and more embarrassment. "W-why are you saying sorry, it's not like you care about me or anything," he replied with his feelings of hurt. He didn't understand why Hisoka would be saying such a thing when he felt as if Hisoka no longer cared for him. He was just waiting to get his arms freed now.
"Who said I didn't care?" Now it was Hisoka's turn to look away in embarrassment, rubbing Kyohei's skin with his thumb, but not releasing his wrist. In his mind, Kyohei would hit him the second he was freed. He'd come to accept that, but he had to talk to him first. "Man, An ties those knots tightly."
Shivers went down Kyohei's spine feeling the skin contact. He quickly looked away again feeling his face warm up again. "I say you don't and it's obviously true," he replied trying to sound bitter and cool.
He squirmed a bit trying to get comfortable while his wrists were hurting from the rope. "She is getting her ass kicked when I get free," he replied to himself mostly.
"You're a terrible liar, and you know it, Hei-chan." Aware of how uncomfortable Kyohei was, Hisoka released his wrist to wrap his arm around his waist. "I don't want to become one of your stalkers," he said so quietly he almost hoped the other boy wouldn't hear him.
"She better run fast," Hisoka agreed, feeling a little less awkward. "I hate being tied up."
Kyohei's face flushed bright red as he froze a bit. He then started to squirm more as he yelled,"Who said you could touch me?!" He was quite embarrassed with the close contact from Hisoka, especially since he wasn't one for touching plus the damn fish made it more uncomfortable.
"Her ass is mine," he said quietly trying to make himself less embarrassed.
At least that pushed Hisoka back into a more defiant role, making him hold the other boy tighter. "Stop it," he snapped back. Kyohei hadn't hit him, which was the first surprise. The other was the emotions that radiating from him. Hisoka shook his head, too tired to put up a real argument. Instead he started to nitpick on Kyohei's other bound wrist.
"Fine. Afterwards we'll eat. I'm starving." Hisoka admitted.
Kyohei attempted to push Hisoka away as he untied his wrists. "G-get off me damnit!," he yelled getting more flusterd the closer Hisoka got to him. It was hard for him to be pissed of at the other boy when he was so close to him and ignoring his personal space.
"Stupid jerk wouldn't let me eat last night," he mummbled to himself.
"Kyohei," Hisoka pleaded, clingng. They both had such problems with personal space, he wasn't sure which one he felt. "I will, soon," he promised, whispering again in his ear again. "This is the best way to distract them." The way he stroked his back, however, had nothing to do with distracting. It was meant as a comforting gesture.
"I know," his voice turned a little smug as he reverted back to their old roles. "She gave the shrimps to me." Then his facial expression turned horrified. "And then she thought about putting me in one of those dresses." He paused, the look in his eyes clearly asking if he could go after An with Kyohei.
he bit his bottem lip to keep from screaming at the touching. He could feel his lip busting open from the pressure. "W-well will you hurry it up then?," he said impatiently, getting more flustered by the second. He decided that once he got his other hand free Hisoka was getting punched for touching him in such a way. "Better you than me," he replied scoffing a bit with slight amusement on his lips.
He ignored the look not wanting to even give him eyecontact.
It was agony, but it was necessary. With the last of his strength, he pulled them both up.
Hisoka flushed at that, taking an intake of breath. "Shut up, Hei-chan!"
He watched how Kyohei refused to look at him. "Sorry about hurting you," he murmured, "You didn't deserve that."
Kyohei started rubbing his wrists trying to get the feeling back in them that he once had. he turned around so he was completly not looking at Hisoka.
"Yeah, whatever. You're only saying that so An won't bitch anymore," he said trying to keep from getting depressed again.
"Keep telling yourself that," Hisoka retorted, growing frustrated. It was a small miracle he didn't break down and cry. "You idiot, your lip is bleeding," he muttered, finally releasing Kyohei to brush the blood away.
Kyohei blinked and rubbed his lip with the back of his hand. "It's no big deal. It's just a little blood," he said with a shrug as he barely looked over to gaze at Hisoka. He felt a bit guilty for snapping, but he was still so frustrated at him.
"Do you have no care for your own health?" Hisoka had to ask. He looked at how bruised Kyohei was from the paintball game. On top of his dislike of being touched, those probably hurt. "Apparently not."
"I let my wounds heal on there own. I don't need some docter molesting me every time I scrape my knee," he said with annoynace in his voice. He always seemed to think this way. Even has a child he never let anyone help it. It just wasn't his way. "Why do you care so suddenly?"
That was too close to comfort for Hisoka's taste. He almost wanted to ask, or to read his mind about it. "It's not suddenly," he huffed. "Now keep your promise and be quiet," he said sternly, leaning in to rest his forehead against Kyohei's, to make him understand. He held his arms where he wasn't bruised, to prevent from being hit.
Yet again the closeness made Kyohei quite embarrassed. He tried to jerk out of Hisoka's grip but to no prevail. "W-will you stop touching me pervert?!" Kyohei shouted as loud as he could feeling his face get more heated.
"m not a pervert, you're the pervert," he replied. For some reason he felt peaceful having the smidge of control, even if it was temporary. "I hate doctors, too."
"H-How am I the pervert when you keep touching me?" He continued to try to get out of his grip getting more embarrassed by the minute. "That's because doctors don't do anything but steal your money. They could care less if you survrve or not as long as they have your money," he said trying to distract himself from his own embarrassment.
"I know what you're feeling," Hisoka said, downright embarrassed. "I saw ghosts on the terminal ward, too."
"I hate them," he added, releasing Kyohei to stroke his hair.
"Doctors are just money grubbers. They shouldn't even exist. If you're healthy enough you don't need them anyways," he said quietly. he quickly tensed up feeling Hisoka touch him so affectionatly. He began to blush again now staring at the floor below him. "W-what will make you stop touching me," he asked giving up on the thought of punching him.
"When they're not doing worse thing," Hisoka added, feeling like he was revealing too much. "Calm down, and I might consider it," he said quietly, not stopping the stroking. He knew Kyohei wasn't used to being touched.
"Worse like what?" Kyohei asked looking puzzled at the comment. He continued to stare the floor as Hisoka stroked his hair. He wasn't used to it. He didn't like being touched on acount of all the molesting he got on a dayily basis. He calmed down a little but still remained read in the face feeling like a child.
Hisoka hesitated. "Like stalking you. Molesting you. Killing you slowly." He couldn't take the honesty anymore. Instead he hugged himself. At least Kyohei was calmer.
Kyohei saw how uncomfortable Hisoka was and immediatly felt horrible for bringing it up. He slowly and awkwardly pulled Hisoka into his chest. "I-I'm sorry man..." he said softly feeling more embarrassed as his heart sped up from any contact.
The hug Kyohei got was tight, blushing be damned. "'s fine. Let's get out of here."
"You're not leaving when you're this sad looking," he replied knowing someone would make a comment about Hisoka and knowing he wouldn't want to talk about it.
Hisoka made a sound rather like a hmph, but he still hugged Kyohei. "Right. And who's going to stop me?"
Kyohei took this chance to thwack Hisoka over the head. "Me, moron," he said staring at him with irritated eyes as his face regained it's normal color.
That seemed to snap Hisoka out of his dark mood. He stared straight into Kyohei's eyes. "That hurt, idiot. Following the plan, then?"
"You're the Idiot who thinks he's any match for me," he replied quickly letting go of Hisoka and putting his arms behind his head. "I forgot the plan already," he replied with a blank face.
"I'm totally a match for you," he said, eyes bright. "Liar."
"It's true, I forgot what we were doing. I got too distracted by you fucking molesting me. I feel violated," he replied, slightly grinning.
Hisoka squeaked, blushing. "I wasn't! Take that back!"
Kyohei grinned as the embarrassment was on the other one now. "I can't believe you'd take advantage of me being tied up like that, pervert!"
"Say that again and I will hit you, Hei-chan!" Hisoka said, eyes widening. He could sense An and Kamio's presence in the room so clearly it almost gave him a headache. If he was completely honest with himself, he was glad Kyohei was back to his old self. He grabbed his arm, forcing things into the other boy's mind. Keys. Escape. FOOD.
Kyohei blushed and shoved him away quickly. "Will you stop grabbing me!" he said as he tried opening more space for them to be appart. "How the hell are we going to get the keys anyways? Knowing An, she'll have them in her bra or something so we can't grab them," he said flailing embarrassedly.
An angry blush spread across Hisoka's nose. "You're so NOISY." He wasn't saying that he knew where they were, from the sounds they made. Kamio hadn't been altogether silent about handling them. "Better go and plead An to let you out, then."
"What? Fuck that I'm not pleading to no one about nothing. Besides I'm still mad at you," he said folding his arms stubbornly.
Hisoka narrowed his eyes dangerously, then grabbed the back of Kyohei's shirt before he had a chance to complain. It was clear what he was planning to do, but in the corner of his eye he could see that Kamio had lifted An up and quickly unlocked the door. Damn that guy, now he realized why An had chosen Kamio to guard the window. Her boyfriend's speciality was speed.
"DAMNIT."
Kamio seemed to have disappeared before Kyohei could even notice what was going on. "Will you let go of me already?!" Kyohei shouted, flailing his arms. He quickly turned hearing the door and fell silent. "Fuck."
"Fine," Hisoka snapped, although there was some fond quality in his voice. "I guess we got screwed. Revenge?"
"I don't think we are ever getting out of here," he replied sitting back down on the floor with his legs crossed. "We might as well give up on our plan to escape," he said dully.
"You're going to die of starvation, and I don't want that," Hisoka said, sitting down on the bed. "Besides, didn't you just say you didn't want to be in my presence again ever?"
Hearing that made Kyohei cough and blush a bit. "Maybe I might have over exagerated.. a bit... But you still are a jerk and that fucking hurt me," he said folding his arms making sure to have no eye contact what so ever.
Hisoka pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them. "Yeah, well. I'm sorry." He took a few breaths, staring at the window. Then, determination written on his face, he hopped off the bed and hugged Kyohei tightly. "You're a jerk, too."
"I know I'm a jerk. That's how I'll always be." he said and then quickly froze at the hug. He blushed and stared at Hisoka. "Give a guy a little warning before ya do that, sheesh!"
"I will. Next time," Hisoka promised.
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WHY: THEY FOUGHT LIKE KIDS and hugtiem must happen.
When: After Bob's interesting truth post.
HOW: Log.
RATING: G
WARNING: UHm, long? Also unbetaed.
Rubbing his wrists to get the feeling back, Hisoka uneasily got to his feet. An was soft-hearted, and she was in pain. It was the only reason he could accept since she had released him first, to Kyohei's surprised look.
He was so tired. The emotions in the room weren't pleasant at all, and they all weighted down on him. All the yelling had been exchausting.
"Kyohei," he said softly, brushing his fingers through his hair. There wasn't much the other teenager could do, being tied up like that. Hisoka could feel the hurt, but his mind focused on something else: namely hiding Kyohei's body with his own. He dropped down in front of him, clearly prepared to say something else.
Kyohei tried to back up away from the other boy but it didn't seem to work much seeing as he was as far as he could be. So instead he looked to his side forcing himself not to look at Hisoka at all. His feelings of hurt and uneasiness rose at that very second.
"What," he asked with slight anger to it. He didn't want to talk. He didn't want to solve it. He justed wanted to sulk like a child being scorned for having a first fight with their friend.
The verge they were on wasn't one Hisoka liked. If he wasn't careful, they'd both crack, he realized. Infinitely careful, he kneeled down to whisper in Kyohei's ear. "If you're quiet for a bit, I'll release you." He closed his eyes, eyelashes brushing lightly against the other boy's skin. "Then we can make a run for the keys. Are you in?"
Slowly Kyohei blushed faintly at the close contact and coughed to hide it. He still continued to look the other way still trying to fight his erge to make up in any way. "F-fine," was all he managed to say. He wanted the use of his wrists back because being tied up made him think of the many of times he was kidnapped.
Hisoka smiled a little, but was all too conscious of the eyes on them. "Great." He considered asking Kyohei to look at him, but he wasn't sure if he could handle the look in his eyes. Instead he focused trembling fingers on untying one of the other boy's wrist. The shirt he wore still showed some bruises from the paintball-gun fight, and Hisoka felt a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry," he continued to whisper.
Hearing that made Kyohei turn to look at him with confusion and more embarrassment. "W-why are you saying sorry, it's not like you care about me or anything," he replied with his feelings of hurt. He didn't understand why Hisoka would be saying such a thing when he felt as if Hisoka no longer cared for him. He was just waiting to get his arms freed now.
"Who said I didn't care?" Now it was Hisoka's turn to look away in embarrassment, rubbing Kyohei's skin with his thumb, but not releasing his wrist. In his mind, Kyohei would hit him the second he was freed. He'd come to accept that, but he had to talk to him first. "Man, An ties those knots tightly."
Shivers went down Kyohei's spine feeling the skin contact. He quickly looked away again feeling his face warm up again. "I say you don't and it's obviously true," he replied trying to sound bitter and cool.
He squirmed a bit trying to get comfortable while his wrists were hurting from the rope. "She is getting her ass kicked when I get free," he replied to himself mostly.
"You're a terrible liar, and you know it, Hei-chan." Aware of how uncomfortable Kyohei was, Hisoka released his wrist to wrap his arm around his waist. "I don't want to become one of your stalkers," he said so quietly he almost hoped the other boy wouldn't hear him.
"She better run fast," Hisoka agreed, feeling a little less awkward. "I hate being tied up."
Kyohei's face flushed bright red as he froze a bit. He then started to squirm more as he yelled,"Who said you could touch me?!" He was quite embarrassed with the close contact from Hisoka, especially since he wasn't one for touching plus the damn fish made it more uncomfortable.
"Her ass is mine," he said quietly trying to make himself less embarrassed.
At least that pushed Hisoka back into a more defiant role, making him hold the other boy tighter. "Stop it," he snapped back. Kyohei hadn't hit him, which was the first surprise. The other was the emotions that radiating from him. Hisoka shook his head, too tired to put up a real argument. Instead he started to nitpick on Kyohei's other bound wrist.
"Fine. Afterwards we'll eat. I'm starving." Hisoka admitted.
Kyohei attempted to push Hisoka away as he untied his wrists. "G-get off me damnit!," he yelled getting more flusterd the closer Hisoka got to him. It was hard for him to be pissed of at the other boy when he was so close to him and ignoring his personal space.
"Stupid jerk wouldn't let me eat last night," he mummbled to himself.
"Kyohei," Hisoka pleaded, clingng. They both had such problems with personal space, he wasn't sure which one he felt. "I will, soon," he promised, whispering again in his ear again. "This is the best way to distract them." The way he stroked his back, however, had nothing to do with distracting. It was meant as a comforting gesture.
"I know," his voice turned a little smug as he reverted back to their old roles. "She gave the shrimps to me." Then his facial expression turned horrified. "And then she thought about putting me in one of those dresses." He paused, the look in his eyes clearly asking if he could go after An with Kyohei.
he bit his bottem lip to keep from screaming at the touching. He could feel his lip busting open from the pressure. "W-well will you hurry it up then?," he said impatiently, getting more flustered by the second. He decided that once he got his other hand free Hisoka was getting punched for touching him in such a way. "Better you than me," he replied scoffing a bit with slight amusement on his lips.
He ignored the look not wanting to even give him eyecontact.
It was agony, but it was necessary. With the last of his strength, he pulled them both up.
Hisoka flushed at that, taking an intake of breath. "Shut up, Hei-chan!"
He watched how Kyohei refused to look at him. "Sorry about hurting you," he murmured, "You didn't deserve that."
Kyohei started rubbing his wrists trying to get the feeling back in them that he once had. he turned around so he was completly not looking at Hisoka.
"Yeah, whatever. You're only saying that so An won't bitch anymore," he said trying to keep from getting depressed again.
"Keep telling yourself that," Hisoka retorted, growing frustrated. It was a small miracle he didn't break down and cry. "You idiot, your lip is bleeding," he muttered, finally releasing Kyohei to brush the blood away.
Kyohei blinked and rubbed his lip with the back of his hand. "It's no big deal. It's just a little blood," he said with a shrug as he barely looked over to gaze at Hisoka. He felt a bit guilty for snapping, but he was still so frustrated at him.
"Do you have no care for your own health?" Hisoka had to ask. He looked at how bruised Kyohei was from the paintball game. On top of his dislike of being touched, those probably hurt. "Apparently not."
"I let my wounds heal on there own. I don't need some docter molesting me every time I scrape my knee," he said with annoynace in his voice. He always seemed to think this way. Even has a child he never let anyone help it. It just wasn't his way. "Why do you care so suddenly?"
That was too close to comfort for Hisoka's taste. He almost wanted to ask, or to read his mind about it. "It's not suddenly," he huffed. "Now keep your promise and be quiet," he said sternly, leaning in to rest his forehead against Kyohei's, to make him understand. He held his arms where he wasn't bruised, to prevent from being hit.
Yet again the closeness made Kyohei quite embarrassed. He tried to jerk out of Hisoka's grip but to no prevail. "W-will you stop touching me pervert?!" Kyohei shouted as loud as he could feeling his face get more heated.
"m not a pervert, you're the pervert," he replied. For some reason he felt peaceful having the smidge of control, even if it was temporary. "I hate doctors, too."
"H-How am I the pervert when you keep touching me?" He continued to try to get out of his grip getting more embarrassed by the minute. "That's because doctors don't do anything but steal your money. They could care less if you survrve or not as long as they have your money," he said trying to distract himself from his own embarrassment.
"I know what you're feeling," Hisoka said, downright embarrassed. "I saw ghosts on the terminal ward, too."
"I hate them," he added, releasing Kyohei to stroke his hair.
"Doctors are just money grubbers. They shouldn't even exist. If you're healthy enough you don't need them anyways," he said quietly. he quickly tensed up feeling Hisoka touch him so affectionatly. He began to blush again now staring at the floor below him. "W-what will make you stop touching me," he asked giving up on the thought of punching him.
"When they're not doing worse thing," Hisoka added, feeling like he was revealing too much. "Calm down, and I might consider it," he said quietly, not stopping the stroking. He knew Kyohei wasn't used to being touched.
"Worse like what?" Kyohei asked looking puzzled at the comment. He continued to stare the floor as Hisoka stroked his hair. He wasn't used to it. He didn't like being touched on acount of all the molesting he got on a dayily basis. He calmed down a little but still remained read in the face feeling like a child.
Hisoka hesitated. "Like stalking you. Molesting you. Killing you slowly." He couldn't take the honesty anymore. Instead he hugged himself. At least Kyohei was calmer.
Kyohei saw how uncomfortable Hisoka was and immediatly felt horrible for bringing it up. He slowly and awkwardly pulled Hisoka into his chest. "I-I'm sorry man..." he said softly feeling more embarrassed as his heart sped up from any contact.
The hug Kyohei got was tight, blushing be damned. "'s fine. Let's get out of here."
"You're not leaving when you're this sad looking," he replied knowing someone would make a comment about Hisoka and knowing he wouldn't want to talk about it.
Hisoka made a sound rather like a hmph, but he still hugged Kyohei. "Right. And who's going to stop me?"
Kyohei took this chance to thwack Hisoka over the head. "Me, moron," he said staring at him with irritated eyes as his face regained it's normal color.
That seemed to snap Hisoka out of his dark mood. He stared straight into Kyohei's eyes. "That hurt, idiot. Following the plan, then?"
"You're the Idiot who thinks he's any match for me," he replied quickly letting go of Hisoka and putting his arms behind his head. "I forgot the plan already," he replied with a blank face.
"I'm totally a match for you," he said, eyes bright. "Liar."
"It's true, I forgot what we were doing. I got too distracted by you fucking molesting me. I feel violated," he replied, slightly grinning.
Hisoka squeaked, blushing. "I wasn't! Take that back!"
Kyohei grinned as the embarrassment was on the other one now. "I can't believe you'd take advantage of me being tied up like that, pervert!"
"Say that again and I will hit you, Hei-chan!" Hisoka said, eyes widening. He could sense An and Kamio's presence in the room so clearly it almost gave him a headache. If he was completely honest with himself, he was glad Kyohei was back to his old self. He grabbed his arm, forcing things into the other boy's mind. Keys. Escape. FOOD.
Kyohei blushed and shoved him away quickly. "Will you stop grabbing me!" he said as he tried opening more space for them to be appart. "How the hell are we going to get the keys anyways? Knowing An, she'll have them in her bra or something so we can't grab them," he said flailing embarrassedly.
An angry blush spread across Hisoka's nose. "You're so NOISY." He wasn't saying that he knew where they were, from the sounds they made. Kamio hadn't been altogether silent about handling them. "Better go and plead An to let you out, then."
"What? Fuck that I'm not pleading to no one about nothing. Besides I'm still mad at you," he said folding his arms stubbornly.
Hisoka narrowed his eyes dangerously, then grabbed the back of Kyohei's shirt before he had a chance to complain. It was clear what he was planning to do, but in the corner of his eye he could see that Kamio had lifted An up and quickly unlocked the door. Damn that guy, now he realized why An had chosen Kamio to guard the window. Her boyfriend's speciality was speed.
"DAMNIT."
Kamio seemed to have disappeared before Kyohei could even notice what was going on. "Will you let go of me already?!" Kyohei shouted, flailing his arms. He quickly turned hearing the door and fell silent. "Fuck."
"Fine," Hisoka snapped, although there was some fond quality in his voice. "I guess we got screwed. Revenge?"
"I don't think we are ever getting out of here," he replied sitting back down on the floor with his legs crossed. "We might as well give up on our plan to escape," he said dully.
"You're going to die of starvation, and I don't want that," Hisoka said, sitting down on the bed. "Besides, didn't you just say you didn't want to be in my presence again ever?"
Hearing that made Kyohei cough and blush a bit. "Maybe I might have over exagerated.. a bit... But you still are a jerk and that fucking hurt me," he said folding his arms making sure to have no eye contact what so ever.
Hisoka pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them. "Yeah, well. I'm sorry." He took a few breaths, staring at the window. Then, determination written on his face, he hopped off the bed and hugged Kyohei tightly. "You're a jerk, too."
"I know I'm a jerk. That's how I'll always be." he said and then quickly froze at the hug. He blushed and stared at Hisoka. "Give a guy a little warning before ya do that, sheesh!"
"I will. Next time," Hisoka promised.
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