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vatheon2012-09-05 01:06 pm
keepsthefire) wrote in vatheon2012-09-05 01:06 pm
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What do we have but illusions where one man's absolute is another's choice...
Who: Rin (keepsthefire ) and Yukio (has_too_many_moles )
When: Backdated to August 30th/31st, Midnight
Where: The Villa
Status: Closed/Completed
“I'm sick of it Niisan! How many times do you expect for me to keep cleaning up after your messes?"
The usual soft and rather controlled tone of the younger brother was no longer cool and collected. There was no denying the fact that Yukio was upset and the person that he was berating was none other then the very person who had been wishing for his very return for almost a year now.
The argument had been going on for almost a half an hour at that point, and anyone in the Villa could hear it loud and clear. But RIn had already said when he and Yukio went at it, it was just better to let them argue and get it out of their systems.
"I don't need you cleanin' up anything anymore, Yukio! I was doin' just fine on my own! Are you gonna start blamin' Amaimon showin' up on me, too?!" Rin's voice is raised in kind, cracking a bit the louder he gets. Even with his obvious anger, though, he sounds strangely tired. "I already said I was gonna pay for the damage. No one but Kuro and me got hurt. So why the hell can't you just back off and let me deal with it on my own?!"
"You wrecked a whole building niisan! It could've been someone's home or business! I'm not an idiot- I doubt that you have enough control over who you bring in but what you do have control over is where you show off your demon heritage!" Yukio hissed as he glared daggers at Rin, his hands tightly balled up into fists.
"What'd you expect me to do?! Let him run all over Vatheon, knockin' down other people and breakin' their bones just 'cause I can't show my flames 'cause you say so?!" Rin shouted back, slamming his fist into the kitchen counter top hard. "No! That's bullshit! I can't buy that! When people are in danger I gotta act! Especially here, and especially now that Amaimon is here!"
"You are depending on Satan's flames too much! You do not use any other talent given too you. You never think about those that are injured afterwards. Do you know what building you destroyed during your little demonic playdate?" Yukio snarled as he refused to even flinch at Rin's burst of a temper.
"No! I don't! What the hell does it matter?!" Not the best argument coming from Rin, really.
"It could've been someone's home niisan. Or a building of rather historical importance. You never take the time to think of all the different ways that you impact people. You always act first and then leave it to me or someone else to clean after you. I'm sorry niisan but not everyone has time to always be cleaning up after you." Yukio lowly murmured as he tightly grabbed onto his arm, subconsciously aware of the fact that the black marks on his chest were spreading.
Rin stared back, surprisingly quiet for once. He knew about the mark, knew more than Yukio was aware of, but being in Vatheon now had him worried. How was that going to affect the progression, if there was no chance of what happened on the roof of the school to happen here? It didn't just worry him, it scared him, and he had no idea how to help or even bring it up.
And... he was making it worse, upsetting him like that. But at the same time Yukio didn't know what Rin had been through either. The worried look turned into a scowl, hand going for the sweatshirt on the back of the chair near him.
"I don't wanna talk about it anymore, 'kay? I'm goin' out..."
"This is one time where you do not get what you want niisan! This time we are going to end it on my terms for once." Yukio curtly answered back as he glared daggers into the back of Rin's skull, the warm almost too warm and, the cover of his jealousy was finally tipping over into the hotter realms of wrath. "This time niisan, I get to have the final say as to when a conversation is finished."
"What the hell are you bitchin' about now?" Rin snapped as he turned around to stare at his brother, somewhere between too pissed off to care and actually confused about what Yukio was going on about.
Somewhere nearby, a clock quietly chimed midnight.
"The same spiel that I was giving a half hour ago. You think that just because you have satan's flames that you are the one to call the shots. Well, you are not the only one that can use force to get the answer that you desire." Yukio's deep blue green eyes were as cold and just as dangerous as the icy road up north, and the grip upon his specialty blood sucking gun even deadlier.
Any other time, Rin would have just started yell again, or even stormed out angrily and told Yukio to go shove it. But that look made him stop. His heart sank to his feet, a cold feeling gripping him all over. He saw that look before, right before Yukio lashed out at him and knocked him out cold. He stumbled back a step, eyes darting to the door. He was afraid. Afraid of his own brother.
"Yukio..."
"Now.... you want to listen to me. Only when I have my gun pointed at you, do you listen to me. I wonder what I would have to do to get my point of view into your skull? Do I have to pummel it into your head with a shell?" Yukio mirthlessly laughed as he gingerly turned off the safety switch and pointed it between his brother's wide blue eyes.
Rin shook his head slowly, raising both hands up in surrender, letting the sweatshirt drop.
"This isn't you, Yukio...!"
"Isn't me? How would you know how I am niisan? For seven years I had a second life right underneath your nose and you were none the wiser. I think that you lost the right to judge what is me and what isn't me." Yukio calmly answered as his index finger lightly pressed against the trigger.
Rin tensed, and for a brief moment he thought to go for his sword. No. He couldn't do that. He swore once he would never fight his own brother, regardless of the situation. But the way Yukio was acting... there didn't seem to be a way to reason with him. He turned and bolted for the door, attempting to get out before Yukio fired.
That was perhaps the worst choice that Rin could of made. Three loud cracks echoed around the room before Rin felt the smothering hot pain. Like always, Yukio's aim was unfaltering and his aim was perfect- he meant to strike at the back of Rin's knees and at the hand closest towards the exit door.
"Nn-!" the shots hit exactly where Yukio aimed. Rin stumbled and slammed in to the door hard enough to rattle it. Pain rushed through his body first, then a heavy numbness. He tried to fight it, to stay awake, but soon enough he was on the floor. He managed to roll over, looking at Yukio one last time before the tranquilizers took him down completely.
Unfortunately for Yukio, Rin wouldn't wake up for another week...
keepsthefire ) and Yukio (has_too_many_moles )When: Backdated to August 30th/31st, Midnight
Where: The Villa
Status: Closed/Completed
“I'm sick of it Niisan! How many times do you expect for me to keep cleaning up after your messes?"
The usual soft and rather controlled tone of the younger brother was no longer cool and collected. There was no denying the fact that Yukio was upset and the person that he was berating was none other then the very person who had been wishing for his very return for almost a year now.
The argument had been going on for almost a half an hour at that point, and anyone in the Villa could hear it loud and clear. But RIn had already said when he and Yukio went at it, it was just better to let them argue and get it out of their systems.
"I don't need you cleanin' up anything anymore, Yukio! I was doin' just fine on my own! Are you gonna start blamin' Amaimon showin' up on me, too?!" Rin's voice is raised in kind, cracking a bit the louder he gets. Even with his obvious anger, though, he sounds strangely tired. "I already said I was gonna pay for the damage. No one but Kuro and me got hurt. So why the hell can't you just back off and let me deal with it on my own?!"
"You wrecked a whole building niisan! It could've been someone's home or business! I'm not an idiot- I doubt that you have enough control over who you bring in but what you do have control over is where you show off your demon heritage!" Yukio hissed as he glared daggers at Rin, his hands tightly balled up into fists.
"What'd you expect me to do?! Let him run all over Vatheon, knockin' down other people and breakin' their bones just 'cause I can't show my flames 'cause you say so?!" Rin shouted back, slamming his fist into the kitchen counter top hard. "No! That's bullshit! I can't buy that! When people are in danger I gotta act! Especially here, and especially now that Amaimon is here!"
"You are depending on Satan's flames too much! You do not use any other talent given too you. You never think about those that are injured afterwards. Do you know what building you destroyed during your little demonic playdate?" Yukio snarled as he refused to even flinch at Rin's burst of a temper.
"No! I don't! What the hell does it matter?!" Not the best argument coming from Rin, really.
"It could've been someone's home niisan. Or a building of rather historical importance. You never take the time to think of all the different ways that you impact people. You always act first and then leave it to me or someone else to clean after you. I'm sorry niisan but not everyone has time to always be cleaning up after you." Yukio lowly murmured as he tightly grabbed onto his arm, subconsciously aware of the fact that the black marks on his chest were spreading.
Rin stared back, surprisingly quiet for once. He knew about the mark, knew more than Yukio was aware of, but being in Vatheon now had him worried. How was that going to affect the progression, if there was no chance of what happened on the roof of the school to happen here? It didn't just worry him, it scared him, and he had no idea how to help or even bring it up.
And... he was making it worse, upsetting him like that. But at the same time Yukio didn't know what Rin had been through either. The worried look turned into a scowl, hand going for the sweatshirt on the back of the chair near him.
"I don't wanna talk about it anymore, 'kay? I'm goin' out..."
"This is one time where you do not get what you want niisan! This time we are going to end it on my terms for once." Yukio curtly answered back as he glared daggers into the back of Rin's skull, the warm almost too warm and, the cover of his jealousy was finally tipping over into the hotter realms of wrath. "This time niisan, I get to have the final say as to when a conversation is finished."
"What the hell are you bitchin' about now?" Rin snapped as he turned around to stare at his brother, somewhere between too pissed off to care and actually confused about what Yukio was going on about.
Somewhere nearby, a clock quietly chimed midnight.
"The same spiel that I was giving a half hour ago. You think that just because you have satan's flames that you are the one to call the shots. Well, you are not the only one that can use force to get the answer that you desire." Yukio's deep blue green eyes were as cold and just as dangerous as the icy road up north, and the grip upon his specialty blood sucking gun even deadlier.
Any other time, Rin would have just started yell again, or even stormed out angrily and told Yukio to go shove it. But that look made him stop. His heart sank to his feet, a cold feeling gripping him all over. He saw that look before, right before Yukio lashed out at him and knocked him out cold. He stumbled back a step, eyes darting to the door. He was afraid. Afraid of his own brother.
"Yukio..."
"Now.... you want to listen to me. Only when I have my gun pointed at you, do you listen to me. I wonder what I would have to do to get my point of view into your skull? Do I have to pummel it into your head with a shell?" Yukio mirthlessly laughed as he gingerly turned off the safety switch and pointed it between his brother's wide blue eyes.
Rin shook his head slowly, raising both hands up in surrender, letting the sweatshirt drop.
"This isn't you, Yukio...!"
"Isn't me? How would you know how I am niisan? For seven years I had a second life right underneath your nose and you were none the wiser. I think that you lost the right to judge what is me and what isn't me." Yukio calmly answered as his index finger lightly pressed against the trigger.
Rin tensed, and for a brief moment he thought to go for his sword. No. He couldn't do that. He swore once he would never fight his own brother, regardless of the situation. But the way Yukio was acting... there didn't seem to be a way to reason with him. He turned and bolted for the door, attempting to get out before Yukio fired.
That was perhaps the worst choice that Rin could of made. Three loud cracks echoed around the room before Rin felt the smothering hot pain. Like always, Yukio's aim was unfaltering and his aim was perfect- he meant to strike at the back of Rin's knees and at the hand closest towards the exit door.
"Nn-!" the shots hit exactly where Yukio aimed. Rin stumbled and slammed in to the door hard enough to rattle it. Pain rushed through his body first, then a heavy numbness. He tried to fight it, to stay awake, but soon enough he was on the floor. He managed to roll over, looking at Yukio one last time before the tranquilizers took him down completely.
Unfortunately for Yukio, Rin wouldn't wake up for another week...