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♚ visitation.
who: ciel & muraki.
where: vita 4-2.
when: early evening.
style: first.
status: closed.
[ he had said that he would come and visit. he's had the address for weeks. unfortunately, he hasn't been much for socializing as of late. being betrayed by the only person one dared to rely on tends to rather ruin one's mood.
he's seen the doctor only once, briefly, since then--when he'd come to pick up his aunt for the masquerade, which Ciel had lost any motivation he may have had to attend. he had behaved brusquely, to say the least, hardly even acknowledging the man's presence.
but the manor is driving him mad. it's only himself and his aunt now, but the walls are beginning to feel suffocating. there's unmistakably a presence missing, and being there, knowing that, thinking about that, just makes him angrier.
so here he is, getting out. Ciel looks less like Earl Phantomhive today and more like a half-dressed doll, a lopsided bow about his neck, uneven buttons on his vest (one left entirely undone near the collar of his oxford), and a stocking drooping loose down his calf from an unfastened knee-garter. the strings of his eye patch look as though he tied them in the dark while attempting to stand on his head.
nonetheless, he reaches up for the knocker on the door, and raps firmly three times, mustering his composure. ]
where: vita 4-2.
when: early evening.
style: first.
status: closed.
[ he had said that he would come and visit. he's had the address for weeks. unfortunately, he hasn't been much for socializing as of late. being betrayed by the only person one dared to rely on tends to rather ruin one's mood.
he's seen the doctor only once, briefly, since then--when he'd come to pick up his aunt for the masquerade, which Ciel had lost any motivation he may have had to attend. he had behaved brusquely, to say the least, hardly even acknowledging the man's presence.
but the manor is driving him mad. it's only himself and his aunt now, but the walls are beginning to feel suffocating. there's unmistakably a presence missing, and being there, knowing that, thinking about that, just makes him angrier.
so here he is, getting out. Ciel looks less like Earl Phantomhive today and more like a half-dressed doll, a lopsided bow about his neck, uneven buttons on his vest (one left entirely undone near the collar of his oxford), and a stocking drooping loose down his calf from an unfastened knee-garter. the strings of his eye patch look as though he tied them in the dark while attempting to stand on his head.
nonetheless, he reaches up for the knocker on the door, and raps firmly three times, mustering his composure. ]
Re: [2/2]
If one were to speak from experience, then perhaps I do. I do wonder just how similar our situations are. You strike me as a private man, Earl Phantomhive and if I may say... you intrigue me in that respect.
[ Ah, but what to reveal? What not to reveal? This is a whole new chess game, one fought with words. The right questions must be asked, the right buttons pushed. So he goes for subtlety first just to test the waters. ]
It wasn't easy to decipher, this little game of charades you and Sebastian play with the unknowing. But I do wonder... what indeed could motivate you to go to such lengths.
[ His tea has gone cold meanwhile. ]
Knowledge? Perhaps not. You seem capable of getting that on your own. Power? Now what would one born with a silver spoon in his mouth want with what he already has?
[ A small smirk. ]
I for one seek to undo a great injustice, Ciel. One can't help but wonder if it holds true for you as well.
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a 'game of charades' indeed--but of course, Muraki is being terribly vague. does he know, or is he merely guessing? would he say it straight if he knew, or is he still unsure, trying to scrape up more information by being elusive? ] There is little need to wonder when the answers are before you. Such coyness wins you no favor with me, doctor.
[ his dream, among other things. but has the doctor actually managed to discover Sebastian's true nature? Ciel wouldn't discount it. there are several ways he could have done so; Sebastian has not been nearly so subtle here as he is at home. but Ciel thinks he may just know exactly how; it would have been only too simple, in fact, now that he thinks of it. somewhat disappointing. ]
I do not seek to undo anything. That would be impossible. But if you are wondering if revenge is my motive, I will tell you plainly: yes. There are a number of people who have done me great wrong, and I intend to make them pay. [ Ciel leans forward a little, head tilting curiously. ] 'Undo' is a very interesting choice of words, Kazutaka.
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A private man, as I've said. The sort who doesn't seem to divulge things at will. I did think you enjoyed a good mystery, being one yourself.
[ There's a small smirk as he leans back in his seat, pressing his fingers together. ]
While your targets are numerous, I only have one in mind. You've seen so much for one your age.
[ He meets the earl's eye with equal interest. ]
Undo, however, I find is the perfect word. While I haven't found a way to turn back time, I may have found a way to rectify my situation. There are, quite obviously, certain setbacks.
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he doesn't need to be told that, though--he knows what he's seen. no child should have to experience what he did. no child should have to do what he does. ]
You desire to right a wrong done to you. [ and the simplest way to do so would be to turn back time--but in what situation would that be the case? has the person Muraki is speaking of somehow gone beyond his reach? disappeared, or perhaps...died? but is it the person he wants revenge upon, or is it someone else connected? a victim, perhaps? whatever the case-- ] He's dead, isn't he?
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As in chess, there should be turns with us. It isn't fair if I answer all these questions and leave myself hanging when it comes to you.
[ A pause to shift his position, his eyes never once turned away. It's a look of interest he carries now. ]
Quid pro quo, Ciel. You tell me things, I tell you things. About your own injustice, about yourself. We can go either way. Quid pro quo.
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Fine. [ with a sweep of his hand, he gestures to the chess board between them. ] As you say. Then let us play. Your move, doctor.
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May I be so bold as to wonder... your eye. It isn't an ordinary injury, isn't it...?
what the hell was that space. what the hell is this. what the hell are YOU.
No. It isn't.
[ Ciel is very reluctant to say anything further; keeping secrets is what he does, and revealing them feels wrong. he'll see how far he can get on a simple answer, for now. ]
I believe we have that in common.
what the hell is everything anymore. D:
Indeed we do.
[ Another moment to consider this. ]
Is there a reason why you keep yours as covered as I do with mine?
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If I didn't cover it, most people would be quite alarmed. It isn't a pretty thing, doctor.
[ His hand reaches up, fingers skating lightly over the smooth leather of his eye patch, tracing the familiar outline. He meets Muraki's gaze with his visible eye, and for a moment it seems he might tug at a lace and remove the patch entirely. But he doesn't. He merely smiles. ]
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[ Have a small smile back as he leans back, crossing his legs and keeping his eyes trained on the earl. Nothing but enigmas this one. ]
Now let me be perfectly blunt. After all, we're alone. There are no others here.
[ His manner seems to say "if there was anyone who would understand this entire fiasco, it would be me. ]
Its cause is hardly natural, is it?
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Neither natural, nor ordinary. Do you have any ideas, Kazutaka?
[ He leans forward just a little, his smile somewhere between challenging and secretive. ]
I'll tell you if you guess correctly.
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I can't be sure as you might think me a lesser man of science for considering the possibility but...
[ Pressing his fingers together. ]
Something other worldly? Perhaps bordering on the paranormal?
[ Another smirk. ]
Though hmm... once, you denied believing in such things. Demons, perhaps.
/tags this foreverrrr
[ He doesn't chuckle, but his is smirking. ]
But it would be absurd for me not to believe in them when I hold a contract with one.
[ And there it is. ]
Sometimes lies must be told for the sake of keeping important secrets. I am not an honest person. But neither are you, doctor.
[ With that, he leans back in his chair, watching, waiting. ]
/all the backtagging to this looooog
Perhaps we do have far more in common that we were led to believe. Certain lies are quite necessary...
[ There's a faint glow in his right eye, just beneath his hair. It's been wanting to do that for a while. It pulses, just barely so. ]
You can only imagine the questions people would ask would they know of this little tidbit.
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[ And he knows what it means when his own eye glows like that. He's incredibly curious. He'd always known that had some hidden mystery--and likely has more besides this one, anyway--and that he keeps his right eye out of sight is something Ciel had certainly taken notice of, given that he does the same. But it's icing on the proverbial cake, really, to see it behave so similarly to his own. ]
We have far more in common than we ever would have known, otherwise. But in so saying, I believe it is your turn to give information in kind. What about that eye of yours?
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But he leans back in his seat, pressing his fingertips together as he considers the most proper way of phrasing it. It isn't like his contractee comes in the same physical form as Sebastian does. Last he checked, Sakaki was perfectly human.
Besides, his brand of demonic help comes in other ways. Other means. Other methods are employed to keep them bound. It isn't the promise of the doctor's soul. It's the promise of constant feeding in exchange for power. But the driving force remains the same between them. It's still revenge. It always has been. In a way, Ciel's just like him. They just have differing methods. ]
It was a tradeoff... something to seal the deal so to say. Proof of the protection I've received.