[AU -- *spoilers*] Sora/Kaito

[inheritthewind]

As it sometimes does come to pass, a counselor finds himself wanting a bit of time to himself, some time where he can let relax his guard a little and let the buzz in his head just sound itself out.

So that's why Takeuchi Sora is currently in an unoccupied cabin, one that one would assume is one of the outposts constructed by the camp patrols, given its smaller size and non-central location. Anyone who happened to walk in might not even notice him at first -- and then would only see a young man sitting calmly, presumably enjoying the peace and quiet.

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It's unfortunate, really, that Air Gear cast members aren't really allowed to have peace and quiet, ever. Which may explain why a moment later the cabin door crashes in, rebounds loudly on the wall and is caught against the forearm of one Wanijima Kaito, holding something that looks suspiciously like a GPS tracking device, and looking pretty much how he always does. Which is pissed.

"A~ki~to~ What did I say about--"

Until, of course, he sees not Akito but a heaping pile of trash in a wheelchair.

"--what the fuck is this?"

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Despite Kaito's dramatic entrance, Sora doesn't even jump, just looks over at him, head at a slight tilt but expression mildly annoyed, as though he'd been anticipating something good for a moment but was subsequently disappointed.

"...jesus fuckin' christ, man, you always gotta be makin' so much noise?"

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Kaito, for his part, doesn't seem much to care that Sora is there. His usual expression of complete disgust at even seeing Sora disappears quickly into mild irritation as he examines the device in his hand. He reads the screen, bangs it twice against door jam, reads it again and then looks up to glare at Sora.

"Where's the collar?"

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"...the what? Hey, look, man, I ain't into that..."

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"I wouldn't waste one on you, trash. Akito wears it."

Letting the door finally swing closed, Kaito steps fully into the cabin and gives it a cursory once over, as if his brother might have been hiding.

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He chuckles. "There's some brotherly love right there... man, I ain't even askin'..."

His posture is casual but his eyes are alert as he watches Kaito.

"Kid ain't in here."

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Kaito might have not even heard the comment on incest, for all the reaction he has to it. But since there obviously isn't any place for Akito to be hiding, and if Sora had ripped it off his brother's neck he'd probably be bragging, Kaito makes an irritated 'tch' sound and turns back toward the door. And walks out.

And... immediately walks back in.

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"...forget somethin'?"

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No answer from Kaito, but given his confused look the answer is probably 'no'.

"What the hell is this?"

Turning immediately back around, Kaito walks out the door again, and before it even closes all the way walks right back in on the very same step. His eyebrow does that twitchy thing it does when he wants to shoot something very badly and he finally focuses on Sora again, looks back outside the door behind him, and back to Sora. "...no chance."

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He'd watched Kaito's attempts to walk out the door with great amusement and schadenfreude, like watching a very large and ferocious guard dog chasing its tail. Hearing Kaito speak, however, seems to remind him that there is, in fact, another actual person in the room and that the current situation, whatever it is, might -- just might -- have some impact on himself.

"What the hell's that mean?"

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"You couldn't have set this up."

Propping the door open with a foot, Kaito reaches for his pack of cigarettes and knocks one loose, pulling it out with his teeth. With his free hand he reaches slowly through the threshold of the door, not seeming to encounter any resistance.

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"Ooh, was that just an insult? I expect better from you, man!"

He turns his wheelchair a little so that he can more easily watch Kaito feeling up the doorway.

"I mean, if you wanna hang out so bad, you can just say. I'd been plannin' on some alone time but, hey, I can handle a change in plans."

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"As if I'd spend an instant of my freetime hanging out with bugs."

Kaito sounds distracted though, as if Sora for once really isn't worth his time, and after a moment of not encountering any sort of barrier over the door, walks out again. And immediately comes back.

"Tch." Finding his lighter and lighting up, Kaito moves free of the doorway and gesturely almost boredly at it. "You try."

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There really aren't many more things that Kaito could say that could be any more trivially problematic than that, momentarily setting at war conflicting instincts of rebelling against somebody trying to tell him what to do and stepping up to any challenge raised against him. But it's the latter, with its reinforcements of the sheer hilarity of Kaito not being able to walk out the fucking door, that wins. He wheels across the room at a leisurely pace, heading out the door...

"Fine, fine, I'm outta here. Ain't my problem if..."

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...and back in the door.

"...what the hell."

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For all the fun Sora had at watching Kaito unable to leave, Kaito doesn't look amused at the situation at all. Sucking lightly on his cigarette, he eyes the doorway like a new, viable adversary. One whose buttons he hasn't discovered yet.

Of course, the best way to figure anything out was to try it out in a variety of ways. Lifting one foot, Kaito shoves it against the chair between Sora's legs, to send him rolling back out the door again, this time backwards.

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And the chair comes rolling right back into the cabin, at the same momentum, smacking into Kaito. Backwards.

"JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST, MAN."

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Kaito takes a step backwards as Sora's chair bounces off him. "Shit. What the hell is this?" Looking for an other possible exit, Kaito eyes one of the cabin's windows. It was big enough to jump through, if necessary. "Try that."

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"You fuckin' jump out the window, man. I ain't one of your Winds bitches."

And, being the obstinate sort of young man that he is, Sora tries the door again.

Not surprisingly, he comes right back in.

Not surprisingly, sadly enough, he tries the door again.

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Kaito watches Sora kill braincells playing with the door for a few more seconds before walking over to the bed and taking a seat. He's going to need another cigarette soon.

"When you get sick of wasting your time on that. Try the window."

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It takes a few more tries, but Sora does eventually decide that the door probably isn't going to give in to him. (For now, at least.) Shooting the door a nasty look, he sits back in his chair for a moment before leaning forward to apparently start fiddling with his sneakers.

"You like makin' everyone else do your work for you, don't ya?"

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"You scumbags live to vandalize property, you might as well be useful about it for once."

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"Haha, now that's a low blow! If I didn't know you, Kaito, you'd be breakin' my heart right now."

The words come out as some sort of jackass reflex, his attention being almost entirely focused on getting rid of his shoes and socks, which get shoved into a corner of the wheelchair seat, and a process that produces the obvious sounds of something mechanical being clicked into place.

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Kaito drops his cigarette butt to the ground, stomps on it and fishes out another. He's not particularly shy about watching Sora's legs, locking onto what glimpses of metal he can catch between pants and working hands, though no real interest shows on his face.

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As Sora moves to work on the other foot, the first one gives a small kick -- and unless Kaito has a really good grip on that cigarette or really, really quick reflexes, it's probably going to get blown out of his hand.