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呉島 貴虎 | kureshima takatora ([personal profile] heavenlydecree) wrote2015-02-01 12:56 pm

the moon is rising on this dangerous night //

[Takatora had, as usual, buried himself in work all day. He'd even stayed out far later than usual due to a few back-to-back business meetings, though he'd been kind enough to spare a few moments to let Mitsuzane know. He didn't want his younger brother to worry about where he was or why he wasn't home on time. Unfortunately, he was a bit vague with saying "probably around midnight". It had been one of those nights, meetings followed by outings and social drinking. Takatora had honestly never cared for it, but it was something he did because it made business partners happy. People talked a lot more when they had alcohol in their system as well, but Takatora had been careful to be polite in his acceptance of drinks while still going slow enough to maintain his composure. There was always the sinking concern that someone would manipulate information out of him while he was vulnerable. He couldn't allow that to happen.

By the time he returns home, it's closer to twelve-thirty. His clothing and everything about him smells of smoke and alcohol. It makes him a bit self-conscious, knowing it's completely out of character for him. He'd even, on one of his rare instances, accepted a cigarette from a colleague. It was a strange and nostalgic happening, but Takatora had thoroughly washed his mouth out afterwards. Still, the smell of smoke from that and the bar itself clung to him.

Takatora rubs at the back of his neck as he walks through the home, anxious to change out of his clothes. However, in passing Mitsuzane's door, he hesitates and then doubles back. It would be best to check on him in case he'd waited up. So he knocks, careful and light.]


Mitsuzane?
grapeeater: (the devil.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Why not?

[It's a simple question, really. He suspects the answer will be something along the lines of "because you're the little brother", but that's not really an answer. He may be younger, but he's not little anymore. He's adult enough to be seen as more equal, if not totally equal.]
grapeeater: (the chariot.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[He huffs a little in annoyance. Really? Is that what he thinks?]

No, it means you succeeded. It means that I've learned how to care for other people.

[Or at least give the illusion of it.]

You've taken care of me for a long time. Isn't it right that family should take care of each other? So now that I can, why won't you let me?
grapeeater: (the hanged man.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Why? I can't help but care about you. You're my brother.

[He follows after Takatora, fuming. There's no reason for this. There's no reason to be so adamant about this issue right now, but he can't help it. The way Takatora keeps treating him like a child...]
grapeeater: (the tower.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
You're not Father, Takatora. You're my brother. And you may be in charge of me, but that doesn't mean you can control me.

[He shrinks back, embarrassed at the words as soon as he says them. What in the world possessed him to say it? Maybe it's Takatora's tone. Maybe it's the fact that he hates seeing his brother like this so much. Maybe it's because he's been wanting to say it for a long time. He's not sure, but he takes a few steps back anyway.]
grapeeater: (the devil.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[The flicker of authority startles him, but it doesn't scare him. Any idea of fear is overtaken by anger, and he lashes out with a sharp kick to Takatora's thigh. He doesn't stop to pull his strength in the limited space he has to swing, and so it's a fairly strong attack. It's not even about helping him anymore - it's about being strangled by his authority.]

I will fight you if I have to. If a subject thinks that his ruler's mandates should no longer apply, he has the right to challenge them. I'll listen to you when you make sense.
grapeeater: (the hierophant.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[The glare only serves to fuel his anger, and part of him is watching in horror. The rest of him, however, is still burning with pent-up frustration and rage. His hand shoots out to grab Takatora by the neck.]

By whose reckoning? By yours? Or mine? Because by mine, I'm more than old enough to make my own decisions. I may not be legally an adult, but I'm just as capable as you!

[In some things, at least. In raw talent, maybe. He's aware he doesn't have business skills yet, but it's not like he's not smart.]
grapeeater: (the justice.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[He can't think anymore. Everything is fuzzy, rage clouding his vision and hearing as Takatora struggles against him. He balls up the fist of his other hand and aims a punch for Takatora's cheek. It's a little weak since it's his non-dominant hand, but it still should hurt.]

[There's something screaming in the back of his mind, crying that he would never hurt his brother, but it's insignificant. It doesn't matter.]


I'm not a child!
grapeeater: (the hermit.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Those few moments are enough for the anger to ebb away, and his fists open as he back sup, back against the wall, shaking. He hadn't meant to do that. Even if he'd meant what he said, he hadn't meant to strike Takatora.]

[There's a hollow feeling at the pit of his stomach, and he turns to leave. He can't face Takatora like this. Not with what he did. He needs to get out. He needs to leave. Should he go to the garage? No, there'd be no one there. There's nowhere for him to go at all.]

[Live with your decisions, something says in the back of his mind, but he pushes it aside.]
grapeeater: (the magician.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[He trembles in his brother's grip, his whole body shaking. He's doing his best to breathe properly, but it's hard. Tears are blurring his vision, but he won't let them fall. Not in front of Takatora.]

[He keeps his mouth shut, afraid that he's going to say something to make the situation worse than it already is.]
grapeeater: (the hermit.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[The gentle touch just makes his heart hurt. Why is he acting like this? He should be furious at him, for what he did. Despite the smell, he presses his face against Takatora's shoulder. Nothing makes sense right now. HIs words are muffled as he speaks them.]

I didn't mean to hurt you...
grapeeater: (the chariot.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[The silence hurts. It makes him feel horribly uncomfortable. His stomach squirms, and he shifts uneasily in Takatora's grasp. He doesn't want to move away for fear of saying or doing something that would make the situation worse.]

... Let's get you in... in bed. Or something. I think we should both sleep.
grapeeater: (the fortune.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[He turns away, and goes to find Takatora some clothes. Once he pulls them out he leaves them on his bed and retreats from the room. He walks towards his room, before just stopping and leaning against the wall. What is he doing? What has he done?]
grapeeater: (the hermit.)

[personal profile] grapeeater 2015-02-01 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's no verbal response, not at first, just a quiet sob and then a sniffle. There's a pause, and then Micchy calls out in a hoarse voice.]

Come in.

[He's changed into his nightclothes, and curled up on his bed clutching a pillow. He needs to pull himself together, but he can't help it. His hair is mussed and his cheeks are wet, and he doesn't look up at Takatora.]

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