[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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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."

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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?"

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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?"

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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!"

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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?"

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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..."

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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."

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"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."

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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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"I don't want all the details, man, but how'd it go?"

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It takes a second or two, but Kaito reels it all in, forcefully. His cigarette is burning at the filter now and he tosses it over the edge of the bed. "I don't want to hear about the ideas that keep you company. Stick to women, they suit you better."

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"Gotta agree with you there! But man, that don't leave us with much common ground to talk about..."

He shifts his position, moving so that the gun is no longer jamming into his chest but not changing the amount of distance between them.

"Can hardly imagine what'd keep you company if it ain't your little former king there. Oh, wait... don't tell me throwin' people into jail gets you... oh, man, I so didn't need my brain to be goin' there..."

Whatever disgust he might be describing, he is, nevertheless, cracking himself up.

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Kaito pulls back the hammer on his gun with a very satisfying click. "Are you done bullshitting yet? Unless you think who gets into my bed will help us get the hell out of here, you're just asking for personal satisfaction~ But I think you've already seen that our styles clash."

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The click doesn't elicit so much as a blink.

"Yeah, 'cuz I ain't a fuckin' masochist. An' just lookin' like a lady ain't good enough for me."

He leans over even closer to Kaito.

"You got any more ideas for gettin' us out? 'Cuz I told you before, I was just chillin', I ain't got no place to be goin' to..."

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"Wall," Kaito says, and his voice is even but the word comes from between grit teeth. "Ceiling. Take the fucking place apart, if necessary and see if it's a goddamn bubble."

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He heaves a sigh and pushes himself away from the wall.

"Man, you'd never expect common interests to be springin' up here of all places... but.... hey."

And anything not within a three-foot radius of Sora had better be holding on tight, because there are some fierce winds a-blowing.

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If anything, Kaito's glare darkens. Seeing the Wind Regalia used first hand was useful, but he had no desire to be in the middle of it, for reasons that have nothing to do with concern for his safety. He reaches out and grabs his whip before it can be snatched away in the gathering tornado, and winds it up in his hand. The gun he finally holsters again, freeing up a hand to hold his hair out of his face as the winds continue to grow.

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While he's vaguely aware of Kaito and being watched, it's more out of the habit of being aware of his environment and always out in plain view. The actual concern here, though, Sora's actual enemy, is this MOTHER-FUCKING CABIN. And this fucker is going down (or such is the plan, if the dark grin on his face can be trusted). In a rather literal sense, too, as the walls take a hard hit, the winds ripping at them relentlessly, not letting up in the least as the cheap wood begins to groan and crack and the pieces give way, debris flying through the air at fatal speed.

...and yet, for some reason, something about the destruction-in-progress doesn't seem to be going quite right.

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Turning his attention away from Sora, Kaito looks out to the walls. As the winds get stronger, the bed under him begins to shift. And given the option between staying on the bed and seeing if it will get sucked into the gathering storm, or standing up close to Sora to stay within the eye, Kaito plants both of his feet firmly on the shivering cabin floor to keep the bed from dragging away any further.

Only once he's sure the bed isn't going to fly away does Kaito really get to notice what's up with the walls. Wood that was being torn apart and sent splintering through the air was being, a moment later, replaced by new boards, new nails. New mother fucking walls.

". . . Shit."

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The winds die down, leaving one Wind King staring at the walls with a definite twitch in his eye.

"...sonnuvabitch."

And in case anyone was wondering, kicking at the newly-grown walls doesn't help, either.

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Kaito is not looking very surprised, and has in fact gone back Sora not being important. He digs out another cigarette, and as he does, finds the GPS tracker in his pocket. After a moment of thought he flips the cover off a yellow button and pushes it. Three short, three long, three short.

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With another muttered curse, he finally puts some distance between himself and that motherfucking wall.

"Who you callin'? Ghostbusters?"

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Finishing the code, Kaito tucks the GPS away again and lights up. "Sending Akito a message." Then he crosses his legs and smokes. Apparently fully intending to just sit and wait.

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Shameless as ever, Sora skates over to the bed and sits his ass down, seemingly without the slightest concern for his personal safety.

"You seriously think that thing's gonna work? After it got you here in the first place?"

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If Kaito would like to shift further away to re-establish his A-Tard free bubble, he doesn't show it in anything but shifting a glare in Sora's direction.

"If he gets it, he starts looking now. If he doesn't, someone else comes here eventually. Bang your face against the walls a bit more if you still think force will work."