[RL WITH AKIHIKO]

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto sat at his computer down in his personal room in the archives--the bowels of the Hub, the closest thing to a domain that Ianto figured he would ever get. He sat back and pinched his nose, frowning against the headache that the fog was causing him. It seemed to be ever-present no matter what he did, and that annoyed him as he tried to work

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[akihiko_sanada]

Akihiko had had a few Torchwood duties to work on, and had spent some of that time conferring with Naoto about what was going on, before he headed down to meet Ianto and see if they could find some way to defend themselves against shadows other than his persona.

But when he reached the archive level, he was confronted not with the usual door, but a red and black portal that seemed to lead into the front door of a warehouse, stuck incongruously in the middle of the archives.

"What the hell?" he muttered, staring. "Damnit," he added with feeling.

There was nothing for it, though. He had to at least check it out, even if he had no backup. He moved his evoker to his hip so it'd be easy to get at, checked that he was still wearing the ring he'd kept on his finger since the fight with Nyx, and then plunged through the portal.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto turned his eyes to look up at Akihiko when he heard the sound of footsteps on the concrete. They were distinctly different--vividly yellow instead of their normal gray-blue. "Oi, hallo," he said, before turning back to his magazine.

He tucked a leg up beside him on the crate, casually turning the magazine sideways, obviously looking at some sort of centerfold. "D'you believe this toss?" He shakes the magazine at Akihiko. "Of all the bloody things to stash down here, I pick a menswear mag? Just how much of a wanker does that make me anyway?"

[akihiko_sanada]

Akihiko was thankful not to have to fight a bunch of shadows before finding Ianto's, which he'd known he would find as soon as he saw the familiar red and black portal where the archives should be.

As he walked across the room towards Ianto, his stance wary and ready to dodge, he hoped that Jack wasn't upstairs doing the exact same thing.

"Hello Ianto," he said. "Are you going to let Ianto go, or do I have to beat you up first?"

[torchwoodteaboy]

"Ooh, tall words," Ianto said, smiling and sitting back on his crate, putting the magazine away. "Aren't we going to talk first? Isn't that what we do, talk? I mope about things to you like a ponce, you try and make me see the better side of things, blah, blah. Yeah?"