and live in harmony harmony /headbutts stars

[disillude]

[ It's just one pain in the ass after another.

Wherever it is that Kakashi's been placed now, he lands there hard, catching his elbow against the edge of a wooden table as he falls, snapping his head back in time to narrowly keep his chin from smashing against the hard floor. The impact hurts, knocks the breath from his lungs and momentarily

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[tridented]

[ Take another step or two, and maybe there's a creak from the steps, the wood far too old and worn to safely step upon protesting under weight. Funny, isn't it? How things seem to come to a full circle and then, before anyone realises, it's back to the beginning, do not pass go, do not collect $200.

The surrounding area is nostalgic, and reminds Mukuro of ten years past, back when he was so much younger, though no more innocent than he is now, and with something like an amused sort of revelation, he wonders just how ironic it could be if it was indeed Kokuyo- but it's dark, dark enough that anything recognisable becomes too difficult to discern.

But here's something out of place-- a shock of white (or what was it? silver grey, excuse him) hair visible only by degrees, and damn it all if it isn't Hatake Kakashi.

Now, is this a stroke of luck, or something worse?

Mukuro takes a step down, stands a few scant feet away from Kakashi and doesn't move. ]

Did you take a wrong turn?

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[ Oh, go figure.

Kakashi bites back a wince as he moves his hand up to his shoulder, pushing firmly against hard muscle and bone, gradually stretching his sore tendons as much as he can. That voice is as familiar as it always is, and Kakashi doesn't react to it initially. Mukuro's question is a valid one -- it's either luck or something else, but whatever it is, he's not particularly surprised by it.

A joint in his shoulder pops, and the hollow sound echoes as he finally glances over to where the other man is standing, not far from where he is. Mukuro's almost as dark as the black around them, but he can still make out that form, tall and lanky, terrifyingly strong in his own right but a skinny little bitch nonetheless. ]

Good question.

[ His fingers slip from his shoulder, hand dropping to rest next to his side. He's still not completely adjusted to the dark, and it's right then at that moment that he notices he's without his familiar. ]

Did you?

[tridented]

[ His footfalls are quiet, and Mukuro descends down the last of the steps with no incident, easy enough to mistake for a shadow and nothing more. It looks like Kakashi took a bit of a tumble, yeah? Maybe he should watch his step.

Mukuro doesn't notice yet, the absence of Kakashi's little sparrow buddy, but since his flamingo's likewise missing, it should be safe to assume that they're no longer in Nuadoria- or at least, no place where their respective little animal pets are welcome. And Kakashi should be one to talk about weight- ]

What good are maps if you can't read them? [ It's difficult to tell in the dark, but here he is, drifting possibly a little too close for comfort to Kakashi.

Good thing he's not afraid of the dark. ]

Well, this is cozy.

[disillude]

[ Kakashi doesn't respond for a moment. He just lets Mukuro climb down those last few steps, his chin tilted toward his shoulder as he smiles idly beneath his mask, passive, calm. His first instinct is to check the doors, the windows, to figure out where the hell they are, who else is there with them, but then Mukuro's shifting a little bit closer, and even though he's just a black mass amidst more black, Kakashi feels the tremors in the air as he moves