[RL with Shito] backdated to during the 7 sins virus

[tiedbydestiny]

In a fit of rage that was barely covering his wrenching fear, Chika kicked over his desk and listened to the satisfying crash of his computer hitting the floor. Not like it was helping in any way. Shito and Devit had apparently both been hit by some kind of stupidity virus, and everyone else was too busy with their own problems to care about his

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[tiedbyfate]

Shito was concerned about Chika. He wasn't stupid, just forced to be kind, and he was very worried that Chika might hurt someone or get hurt himself.

He appeared in the doorway, eyebrows drawn together with concern.

"So... you need me to tie you up?" he asked. He held a pair of handcuffs in one hand, and glanced around the room for a way to secure his friend. "I wish I understood what this virus was all about."

[tiedbydestiny]

Great, just what Chika needed. His moronic partner was here to 'save' him.

On the other hand, he already knew that tying him up was about the only way to deal with the problem. They'd established that back at the school, when they'd all been locked in for a week and he'd lost control of his hunger.

"Yeah, whatever," he muttered, thrusting his hands out for the handcuffs and trying to hide the way they were shaking. His instincts were screaming at him that there was food right in front of him, walking towards him of its own free will, and ignoring them took everything he had. He couldn't meet Shito's eyes, too shamed by his own weakness. "I just hope this is the fucking virus. Koyomi's not here to let someone fuck with my head this time."

Gods, what if it wasn't the virus? What if it never ended, and he had to live with this aching hunger forever?

[tiedbyfate]

"It's got to be the virus," Shito said soothingly. "You only had the problem before because you couldn't eat, and here there's all kinds of food."

He locked the handcuff around Chika's left hand. Since he could remove his right one, there didn't seem any point in locking up the other hand. Instead he drew Chika towards the bed and locked the other end to one of the slats of the bed. They were pretty solid, and he hoped it'd hold.

"Why don't you try to rest," he suggested. "Are you comfortable enough?"

[tiedbydestiny]

Chika let himself be pulled over to the bed. Once the handcuff was locked securely around the post, he yanked at it a few times, checking to make certain it was solid. There was no budging it, and no getting his wrist free.

Of course, if he really lost his mind, he might well gnaw his own wrist off to get loose. The thought turned his stomach - not least because the idea of tasting his own blood wasn't entirely repulsive at the moment.

"No, I'm not fucking comfortable," he hissed at Shito as he flopped onto the bed. "I'm starving, and it's driving me nuts, and I thought I would never have to fucking go through this again!" Pulling his legs up to his chest, he buried his face in his knees so Shito wouldn't see how tempted he was to grab his partner and bite into him.

Again.

[tiedbyfate]

"I'm sorry," Shito said helplessly. "I meant with the bed and the length of the chain. It's better, maybe, if you get comfortable and try to sleep until the virus is over. You'll feel better when it's over."

He reached out and put a hand on Chika's knee, giving it a squeeze. He wasn't afraid that Chika would bite him, though he was prepared to pull his hand back immediately if he tried.

"I'll get you some food, too," he said. "Eating will help keep it at bay, even if somehow it's not enough."