呉島 貴虎 | kureshima takatora (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
heavenlydecree) wrote2014-09-19 10:58 pm
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[If there was one thing Takatora was sure he should have learned by now, it would be how to keep his life in perfect running order. He had been the head of Yggdrasill's Research and Development branch from the moment he'd left high school and even before that, his father had kept him on a tight and strict schedule, never a second unaccounted for or left out of place. Unfortunately, with all of Takatora's scheduling and trying to squeeze an extra hour into every day, he still felt as though he never had time for anything, let alone everything. Even his weekends left little time for himself, though Takatora was also painfully aware of his obsession with triple-checking everything under his command and bringing such weight onto himself. He couldn't allow for errors.
His morning routine started a bit later on the weekends, if only because Takatora knew he had to catch up on sleep at some point to make up for running himself ragged. Getting sick was something he couldn't risk. The usual morning routine went by quickly: dragging himself out of bed (he'd never become a morning person, as much as he wanted to), showering, getting dressed, checking for any news or alerts while he had been sleeping. Thankfully, nothing important had happened during the night. Takatora always lived with the fear of something awful happening while he was asleep that he would be unprepared for, but every morning brought the same temporary relief. For now.
Takatora headed out of his room after an hour or so, still checking his phone as he made his way down the hall and towards the stairs. Ryouma already wanted to talk to him about something, which was mildly surprising as Ryouma rarely (never) got out of bed so early, which meant he'd been up all night again. Stepping past one of the maids, Takatora spoke a return greeting to her as he continued on, paying more attention to typing out messages than his surroundings.]
His morning routine started a bit later on the weekends, if only because Takatora knew he had to catch up on sleep at some point to make up for running himself ragged. Getting sick was something he couldn't risk. The usual morning routine went by quickly: dragging himself out of bed (he'd never become a morning person, as much as he wanted to), showering, getting dressed, checking for any news or alerts while he had been sleeping. Thankfully, nothing important had happened during the night. Takatora always lived with the fear of something awful happening while he was asleep that he would be unprepared for, but every morning brought the same temporary relief. For now.
Takatora headed out of his room after an hour or so, still checking his phone as he made his way down the hall and towards the stairs. Ryouma already wanted to talk to him about something, which was mildly surprising as Ryouma rarely (never) got out of bed so early, which meant he'd been up all night again. Stepping past one of the maids, Takatora spoke a return greeting to her as he continued on, paying more attention to typing out messages than his surroundings.]
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[Sleep was important both for school and for dance. He knew that, and he tried to keep himself on a good schedule that included enough. Not everything could be planned, and he knew that, but he did as much as he could. He'd packed his bag, stuffing it in his closet inside another backpack. He'd found that if he folded everything carefully it could fit, and he could keep his dance clothing hidden from the prying eyes of the maids or his brother.]
[The plan was to get up, get dressed, go out, and find somewhere to change. He hated using public restrooms, but he could change in there. Never in the same one twice within a month, and never with the same staff around. Out there, he was just Micchy, not Mitsuzane.]
[Today, though... he felt sluggish. Slow. His body ached in a way that had nothing to do with dancing and his throat was scratchy. Logically, he should just stay in bed, but he'd promised he would be there. It wasn't that bad, and it probably wasn't something he could pass on, but he'd stop to get a face mask on the way.]
[He dressed carefully, enough to look good while outside but not things that could get wrinkled easily in his bag during the day, and headed out down the hallway. He could hear Takatora's footsteps, and he straightened himself out. He had a science textbook in his bag - the plan was to tell him that he was going outside to study and examine plants for a biology test. But he felt himself wavering as he kept walking, movements too stiff and expression slightly pained.]
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Takatora locked his phone and tucked it into his pocket, determined to at least give Mitsuzane a few minutes of his time. It was difficult when he had so much to do, but he kept hanging on to the hope that their small moments together would be enough to keep the bond between them. Unfortunately, knowing what he did, Takatora was sure he'd failed a long time ago and doing anything now wouldn't make a bit of difference.
Still, he was a romantic.]
Good morning, Mitsuzane.
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[It doesn't take him long to finish his biology review, and he moves on to math, pulling out a calculator. It takes him a lot less time, and he finishes it with time to spare. He considers what to do, and fishes through his bag until he pulls out Paradise Lost.]
[It keeps him occupied enough until Takatora is ready to go, at least, and thankfully it doesn't take too long to get home.]
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He had insisted on Mitsuzane riding back home with him, staying surprisingly silent the entire way home. It was difficult to find casual topics to speak on with the weight settling on his shoulders. Introducing everything to Mitsuzane so suddenly... hopefully the other would be prepared, though Takatora wasn't sure how much he could make himself reveal.
Once they're inside the house, Takatora walks ahead of the other, motioning with one hand.]
Go ahead and change. Get something to drink. Did you decide if you wanted anything in particular for dinner?
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So now, he was leaning back against the counter, dressed in one of Takatora's t-shirts and a pair of loose-fitting pants (Takatora was not nearly as skinny as he was), off in his own little world.]
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[(He really doesn't want to think of this slimeball having sex with his brother.)]
[He clears his throat a little bit as he heads in, expression calm as he heads to pick out a bowl.]
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Despite not being able to remember much, Takatora could tell his body stung, but any marks he had were conveniently hidden as long as he kept his clothes on. He had wandered down to the kitchen to reheat his food, but even after the beep had sounded from the microwave, Takatora was still sitting at the counter with his head resting on his arms, trying to find the energy to move.
The entire previous night was an unfortunate blur. He wasn't sure he would want to remember any of it, but at least Ryouma had ducked out a few hours earlier out of boredom and 'needing to get work done.' However, Ryouma was right. Takatora always hated being alone.]
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[One of the low-ranked teams had decided to try to make a move, though, and with the fruit popping up in unexpected places... things had gotten out of hand. Thankfully he and Kouta could handle it fine, but he hadn't escaped unharmed. Kouta, on the other hand, seemed to take to fighting with ease. He still wasn't sure why.]
[The beep from the kitchen startled him, but he didn't see any hint of Ryouma, so it was safe enough to go in. He left his bag near the doorway to the kitchen, having changed out of his team clothes on the way home, and walked up behind his brother, placing a careful hand on his back.]
Nii-san? Do you need help?
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[He'd forgotten to send his brother a message that he was falling asleep elsewhere, though. Now it was close to midnight, and he was definitely going to be in trouble. He pulled up his phone, and texted Takatora.]
I'm at a friend's. Please don't worry.
[Maybe he shouldn't go home tonight at all. He couldn't help but feel the pressure there, even more so now that he knew about what was going on. Groggily, he sat up and looked around to see if there was anyone else around while he waited for a response.]
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Nii-san? Are you home?
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Neither one of them seem to notice Mitsuzane's presence or voice, either that or they're both choosing to ignore him.]
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[So he headed off to find Baron's stage once he was done with some studying. He didn't want to to approach them at their base, but once they were done with a song they should be easy enough to grab. He kept his Gaim clothes in the bag, too, but didn't wear anything fancy either. This wasn't Gaim business and it wasn't 'Mitsuzane Kureshima' business. This was just business as one concerned person to another. Hopefully.]
[... As long as no one on Baron decided to object to him being there.]
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Thankfully, they weren't interrupted -- something that had started to piss Zack off lately, despite how much they did it to other teams. The (rather sizeable) crowd cheers, the team revels in their popularity, and then they begin to disperse for the moment. Peco, in his usual fashion, simply hops off the front of the stage to go talk to people. (Zack was still trying hard to get him to understand the Team Baron Attitude, because Peco failed horribly at being cool and serious.)
Zack simply walks off the side of the stage, hesitating once he reaches the bottom and catches a glance of someone who is extremely out of place. His stomach twists, partially because he doesn't want a confrontation and partially because he's concerned. He quickly looks around, hoping Kaito hasn't noticed Micchy's presence, then rushes over and pulls at Micchy's arm to turn him away from the stage.]
What are you doing here?
[He tries to keep his voice cool and level, but his worry comes through.]
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Hey! Come on!
[Kouta removed his lockseed from the clip on the back of his jeans, holding it up. Good. That was enough to draw attention to him, allowing time for civilians to get out of the way. With a quick transformation, Kouta was up and fighting his enemy, focused only on keeping him away from anyone (which, thankfully, the area had mostly cleared out by this point) and defeating him as quickly as possible.
Hopefully things wouldn't get too complicated.]
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Kazuraba! Don't let it get away!
[The Inves he was focusing on charged him again, but he beat it back easily with his spear. Really, they shouldn't be taking this long. Were they stronger than the last ones? Never mind. He'd beat them all just the same.]
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Kouta...
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He had managed well enough until one had landed a surprise hit on his right shoulder. That attack on its own had driven him to his knees, overwhelming his body with pain. Takatora had known the mark was weak, but the shooting, crippling pain was far more than he imagined. Somehow, barely, he'd managed to get back to Yggdrasill, collapsing on the floor as soon as he was through. Even with his suit, the injury had been enough to keep him in so much pain he couldn't speak.
There were other injuries too, of course, but Takatora hadn't paid any attention to them.
It was a few hours later that he found himself in one of Yggdrasill's infirmary rooms (the one specifically reserved at all times for him). Takatora was on his back, staring at the ceiling and loosely cradling the area next to his scar with one hand. What a mess he was. How was he ever going to save anyone like this?]
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Too much too soon, hm? We'll have to step up testing once you're on your feet. And it looks like you'll have to stay here for a few days.
[He shook his head and clicked his tongue.]
My, what will you do? Your brother has already left you a few text messages. He must be so worried~.
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For now, he stood towards the back of the crowd, hands shoved in his pockets as he watched them perform. There was no particular reason, he thought, that he had come out this way today. Maybe there was, he didn't know. It was just where Kouta's walk had taken him when he'd allowed his mind to wander.]
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Come to watch the show, Kazuraba? Maybe pick up on some much needed pointers from someone who knows what they're doing?
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[Still, he keeps walking out every morning and in every evening hoping to spot his brother. Tomorrow's the weekend again, and he doesn't want Takatora to be away the whole time. It still hurts, the way Takatora shuts him out. He wants to talk to him, to try to explain things, to prove his worth, but he doesn't know what to do. He peers into the kitchen again, hoping that Takatora's shown up again by now.]
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Takatora had come out for only a moment, but he was fully dressed as if getting ready to leave. When he sees Mitsuzane in the doorway, he's surprised by the lack of emotional response he feels at first, but being alone for days on end with nothing but his thoughts for company had made him a bit more bitter and a lot more lonely and depressed.]
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He had no idea what to do.
For now, Takatora sat with his elbows on his desk, his hands folded and his head resting against them, simply trying to calm down.]
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[To strike now or strike later? If he kept this information hidden for longer, he could make a bigger impact... but to strike now would utterly eliminate any sort of trust between the brothers. Perhaps he'd see how Takatora was feeling.]
[Which is why Ryouma pushes through Takatora's door, documents in his hand.]
Ah~. How did it feel, to sleep in your own bed again? Good, I hope? But I have some last forms for you to sign before I can start production of the next phase...
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Ah! Kouta!
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At the very least, he was determined, very determined, to completely do away with any emotional inclinations he had after finding out everything he had that morning. It seemed as though it would be best to keep them entirely separate for awhile, but he knew he couldn't get away easily after Mitsuzane's proposal that morning.
When he wandered into the house after coming home from work, Takatora was right back to his usual tense self. Ryouma wouldn't be too far behind him, but he still had to talk to Mitsuzane.]
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Welcome home, nii-san. I made curry for you. How are you feeling?
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[He was early, early enough that no one else had shown up, and he just sat against the outside wall of the garage. His eyes were a little red and puffy. He hadn't been crying, but he'd felt like he was going to. He was just so frustrated and he didn't know what to do.]
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Oi... Micchy?
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