inheritthewind | [AU -- *spoilers*] Sora/Kaito

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."

"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.

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."

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?"

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

"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.

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.

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.

While Kaito scrapes long, silver hair out of his face, he watches his cigarette as it flies out of his hand and is smacked into a wall across the room. His expression could be described as unimpressed. "You need all that to break through a fucking window?"

"My bad! Foot must've slipped."

He stands up, turning to face Kaito, shit-eating grin well in place.

"Ha, hell, no. It's more fun this way, though."

Obviously amusing himself a good deal, he rolls over to position himself across the room from one of the windows. A window that, one kick later, no longer exists. And in short order, Sora is heading out the empty space where the window used to be.

...and then heading back in.

"Well." As Sora flies back in through the same window he flew out of, Kaito looks down to dig out another cigarette, not even bothering to see if Sora catches himself before smacking into the adjacent wall. His eyebrow is twitching again. "Fuck."

The cabin shakes from the impact as he hits the wall hard, but on his feet, rolling back down to the floor with the expression of someone who hates being locked in and is getting seriously pissed.

"...what the fuck is this place."

He glances over to Kaito.

"Hey. You got any other bright ideas here?"

"It's fucking impossible," Kaito replies. He digs around in his coat before producing his whip. He uncoils it absently. "Which is too bad. It's pretty good at keeping the bugs locked in.

"Try the wall." He points to the one next to the destroyed window. "Then the ceiling. I suppose you're useless for going through dirt, so forget the floor."

Suggestions don't seem to be going over very well. Instead, Sora stands there, fingers hooked in his beltloops, watching Kaito with a somewhat disturbingly flat smile on his face.

"You ever get the feelin' you're gonna end up workin' with Storm Riders all your life?"

Kaito's features seem to shift at the question, moving from complete disinterest to something that would almost be sweet if it weren't for the fact that Kaito's form of 'sweet' was all poisonous words and bloodstained teeth. "Since you all refuse to roll over and die properly? I figured as much a long time ago."

He laughs, skating over to lean against the wall next to the bed.

"Seriously, man, how do you stand it? Like, bein' stuck in a never-endin', losin' battle with people you hate, everyday?"

Kaito tilts his head to glance up at Sora, if being loomed over bothers him, he doesn't give much impression of it. He pulls the cigarette from between his lips and taps the ash out over the edge of the bed. "Is that bullshit how it looks to someone getting run around by a middleschool brat? My job, crushing each and every one of you one-by-one? There's nothing else in the world I'd rather do."

Still smiling, Sora doesn't really seem to care what Kaito thinks of his looming -- it's just fun to do. Hell, standing is fun to do. Ah, the simple pleasures in life... though, of course more is always better.

"Hah, you are predictable like that, ain't you? Though... I gotta wonder..."

He looks at Kaito, the expression on his face both thoughtful and amused. One could almost call it a charming expression, save for its predatory edge.

"...would a guy like you save?"

Edited 2008-01-15 20:54 (UTC)

It doesn't exactly take effort for Kaito to not immediately respond to the barely veiled threat. He's aware, in a detached sense, that Takeuchi Sora could snap him in half. But then, any Stormrider with a handful of skills could, that was the power of Air Treck. He'd never allowed it to back him into a corner yet.

He slips his cigarette back into his mouth but doesn't take a drag off of it. "If I'm so predictable, what do you think?"

It's an interesting game taking place, what with Sora having spent some time shoved down to the lower end of the power scale himself and being familiar with how to play it from there. Being back on top, though... pleases him, clearly. Still, in the whole 'eye, stalk, chase, bite, kill' sequence, we're only just transitioning from the first to the second step.

"I think it might be an interesting sort of experiment. Hey, who knows? Maybe it's the key to gettin' the fuck outta here!"

Either without a care at all, or just careful to look as if he has none, Kaito lets go of the handle of his whip and takes out his gun. He points the barrel snug against Sora's chest, pointing upward at his heart.

"But roaches never know when to die, and one that's already lost once as badly as you have probably saves obsessively. Volunteering?"

Edited 2008-01-16 04:33 (UTC)

All that earns Kaito is a laugh as Sora leans in closer, his front leg tensing with the change in position but the rest of him still relaxed.

"How fast's your trigger-finger? Heh, wonder how your little police bitch'd take it if he was the one comin' after you this time..."

Kaito's finger tightens on the trigger, and the gun doesn't waver when Sora leans in. The barrel just presses bruisingly against his skin. Kaito makes a disgusted sound at Sora's words, but finally begins to look irritated at mention of their last encounter back in Japan. "I'm not interested in your fetishes, trash. Cops in handcuffs is already old."

"Hey, I was just tryin' to be considerate! Figured that I gave you had such a mess to clean up, might as well make at least one thing easy for you."

For once Kaito doesn't seem to have a reply to that, or at least no fast enough. He might just be caught up in repressing his rage, though, and even that isn't enough to keep the hate from leaking into his features.

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