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destinystrings2013-03-09 10:17 am
jumyouboshi) wrote in destinystrings2013-03-09 10:17 am
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☆ 001; an unexpected visit
Who: some white-haired lamers Alcor (jumyouboshi) and Yamato Hotsuin (drakenguard)
Where: Libra 6-02, aka Alcor's apartment.
Summary: Alcor gets a visit from one of the last people he expected. While said person is drunk, at that.
Warnings: Alcor and Yamato interacting within a 10 feet radius. Hideousness is inevitable.
[Nobody visited Alcor.
At least, nobody visited Alcor's apartment. First of all, he didn't even need an apartment to live in, as humans did. He didn't need to sleep, eat, drink, use the bathroom, shower, and so on. He wasn't even in his apartment at least 90% of the time, preferring to observe humans in the outdoors, whether it was on top of buildings, or sitting on park benches. It was a wonder he kept it anyway.
But there was a slight bit of comfort to be found in having a "private space" to one's self, he found. Granted, it was nothing new for him to be alone, but he wasn't really alone here, was he? Especially with his other self literally hovering out and about. However, he didn't want to trouble the others with his well-being and presence, and so he opted to keep this space of his. Besides, he did use the electricity to fiddle around with human technology more, typing away at a laptop he had gotten himself (bought? taken from a store? who knows?) sometimes.
The fact remained however, that nobody visited Alcor. It was always he who came to them, to understand their ways of thinking, or to provide hints when they needed it. Not the other way around, for he was elusive and ever watching from a distance. They could attempt to contact him, but if he didn't want to be found, he would not be found. That was all right though, as he usually appeared when you needed it.Aside from the Tsuutenkaku incident.
So it was very strange that Alcor, sitting around in the apartment for once, heard sounds at his door. Some scratching, a grunt or two, and the clink of...keys? Followed by more scratching. Was someone trying to get in? He had thought it was human custom to knock instead of using force to get into a human habitation.
Obviously, that warranted more investigation, which is why he got up from his chair and floated over toward the door, but did not open it. Yet.]
jumyouboshi) and Yamato Hotsuin (drakenguard)Where: Libra 6-02, aka Alcor's apartment.
Summary: Alcor gets a visit from one of the last people he expected. While said person is drunk, at that.
Warnings: Alcor and Yamato interacting within a 10 feet radius. Hideousness is inevitable.
[Nobody visited Alcor.
At least, nobody visited Alcor's apartment. First of all, he didn't even need an apartment to live in, as humans did. He didn't need to sleep, eat, drink, use the bathroom, shower, and so on. He wasn't even in his apartment at least 90% of the time, preferring to observe humans in the outdoors, whether it was on top of buildings, or sitting on park benches. It was a wonder he kept it anyway.
But there was a slight bit of comfort to be found in having a "private space" to one's self, he found. Granted, it was nothing new for him to be alone, but he wasn't really alone here, was he? Especially with his other self literally hovering out and about. However, he didn't want to trouble the others with his well-being and presence, and so he opted to keep this space of his. Besides, he did use the electricity to fiddle around with human technology more, typing away at a laptop he had gotten himself (bought? taken from a store? who knows?) sometimes.
The fact remained however, that nobody visited Alcor. It was always he who came to them, to understand their ways of thinking, or to provide hints when they needed it. Not the other way around, for he was elusive and ever watching from a distance. They could attempt to contact him, but if he didn't want to be found, he would not be found. That was all right though, as he usually appeared when you needed it.
So it was very strange that Alcor, sitting around in the apartment for once, heard sounds at his door. Some scratching, a grunt or two, and the clink of...keys? Followed by more scratching. Was someone trying to get in? He had thought it was human custom to knock instead of using force to get into a human habitation.
Obviously, that warranted more investigation, which is why he got up from his chair and floated over toward the door, but did not open it. Yet.]
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As I said, you are mistaken. This is not y—
["...your assigned habitation."]
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[It seemed that getting a bit overexcited in his drunken state was probably not a wise thing. He abruptly shut his mouth, paling suddenly. Oh no...]
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[Alcor, unaware of what Yamato was feeling (alcohol didn't affect him, after all), simply sighed, before quietly continuing.]
...I don't know if they ever did.
[Which could refer to a great many things.]
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As it was, however, Yamato was not clear-headed, and in fact, was beginning to realise that something embarrassingly awful was going to happen in the new few seconds]
You...never gave me...much of a chance, either...
[Yamato mumbled, trying to speak without moving his lips too much. In T-Minus five seconds...four...]
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I recall doing so...however, our ideals were far too different. I suppose it could not be helped.
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You gave, u-up on me, quickly enough...!
[Anger gave him an extra second, two...one...]
I hate you, so...nh mu-urk!!
[Zero.
It was done.
Yamato, unable to really contain his unsettled stomach for a second longer, doubled over and threw up all over the floor - and regretfully, Alcor's shoes]
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......
......
......
...There was a long silence as Alcor stared at Yamato...then at his now vomit-covered shoes, then back at Yamato again. He hadn't thought the other would be so furious as to vomit on him...then again, vomiting was not a common way to convey anger, from what he knew. He knew that throwing up was simply the biological instinct to expel waste from the stomach, but it didn't make this situation any less awkward.]
......
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[Yamato was still half-bent over, although he had a gloved hand pressed against his mouth, and he was looking up at Alcor with a thoroughly mortified expression. As much as he hated Alcor, he would never wish being thrown up on on anyone.]
I...I am so sorry.
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However, as anyone who interacted with him for more than five minutes could tell you, Alcor was anything but a normal human, and with that, he possessed an inhuman patience that served him well for all those billions of years of living. Even now, he managed to keep his calm, save for blinking a few times in surprise. He's seen humans do much worse to others, after all. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he silently attempted to grab the other's shoulder.]
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Ngh...
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Alcor, with little flourish and in one motion, promptly moved the hand on Yamato's shoulder to the back, used his other arm to reach down under the other's knees, and then lifted him off his feet, effectively princess carrying the inebriated chief with surprising (or not so surprising, given what he was) strength.
...Such a troublesome child. In this state, he couldn't trust Yamato to even walk properly by himself...]
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[His stomach felt very queasy still, and thrashing in Alcor's hold upset it even more. Not really wanting to throw up on Alcor again - and this time on himself as well, since he was in the crossfire here - he was forced to still, looking a bit green at this point.
This. Was. Humiliating.
Once he gained full cognitive ability he was going to... to... well he couldn't attack Alcor, since the creature could murder him easily with a snap of his fingers but - he'd, think of something unpleasant!]
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[Alcor could probably murder him with a fingersnap, but whether he would anytime soon was another story. He was stating the obvious, but it seemed that even the obvious was flying over the chief's head in his state. He began to float toward his room (his own bed, at that), a few inches from the ground with vomit still on his shoes (but it seemed that he didn't really care), his hovering ensuring that there wasn't any uneasy rocking or stumbling.
...He'd clean up that mess and his shoes later. Preferably by using his telekinesis.]
I should have noticed the signs earlier...You are inebriated, are you not?
[He really should have noticed them. First of all, Yamato got his own apartment number wrong. Then he started rambling loudly about his issues with Alcor, which would normally just be moderate, passive-aggressive insults at best. Not to mention the overall smell and perceived paling and nausea...and then he threw up, which just clinched it.]
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[Meaning yes, he was absolutely wasted, and he couldn't even bother outright lying about it. Where was Alcor even taking him...? His bed? Yamato grimaced, suddenly feeling like he was a child all over again.
His stomach rolled. No. He didn't want to think on those days at all]
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...Not that one could tell, with that small faint smile on his face, surprisingly still there despite having his shoes puked on moments ago. Really, in this state, he couldn't trust Yamato to walk back to his apartment by himself without staggering or puking. Alcor could have teleported Yamato to his actual, own apartment, but that would make him even more nauseous, and the chief strictly prohibited him from trespassing. (Not that he cared about trespassing.) He could have shoved this responsibility on Kaito or Daichi or even Saiduq, but Alcor wouldn't want to wish this...situation upon any of them.
They reached his room and then his bed in well enough condition, and Alcor gently (or at least, as gently as he could) placed the other on it. He wouldn't want Yamato to roll and end up vomiting on his bed, after all. The covers (red and black stripes were on them, to no one's surprise) were comfortable enough, and the bed itself looked as if it had rarely been used...which was true, as he had no need for it, save for the rare times he curled up on it as he thought to himself. And resting upon a desk on the other end of the small room, directly in the bed occupant's line of sight, complete with one chair halfway pulled out, probably the same one he was sitting in before he...greeted this unexpected guest, was a chessboard.]
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He should have just left as soon as he saw Alcor. He should have just wandered away. Direct confrontation, especially when drunk, just ended up with him wild with anger and hurt and confusion, and he desperately wished he could rip out those parts of him. Just, dig his fingers into his guts and cut it out like the infection these emotions were...
...he wished a lot of things...
Yamato rolled onto his side, facing away from Alcor. Belatedly, he realised that these weren't his sheets - so...this wasn't his apartment - but that little detail was placed on the backburner]
...I hate you.
[His voice was quiet, and very matter of fact. There was no anger, no weariness, no upsetness... just. Empty fact.]
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...I know. That's understandable.
[...So why did he help Yamato? Alcor could have left Yamato to drunkenly amble back to his apartment, or he could have shut the door on him, left him outside, and let him utterly embarrass himself, still clawing at the door frame with the clink of useless keys, grumbling at the entrance. He could have dumped the responsibility on someone else, let a friendly human or someone more experienced in these matters take the reins.]
The one who cast such a burden upon your clan is none other than me. What I did to your family is inexcusable. No amount of apology or gratitude would rectify it.
[...All the while he was still completely unaware of what he had done to Yamato on a personal level. He was certain of what he did to the Hotsuin family, the clan, his ancestors, JP's, and perhaps even Miyako, but when it came to Yamato himself? Utterly clueless.]
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Your stupidity confounds me sometimes, or maybe you're simply playing at being oblivious...
[No. As much as Alcor deceived him, he doubted Alcor had enough savvy to play dumb about this - and why would he? Except to antagonise him...]
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[The statement confused him. Oblivious to what? He was certain he addressed the main source of tension between him and his family...the perceived reason for the Hotsuin twins' lack of freedom. What else was he missing?]
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[Alcor would never understand it as well, and telling him would solve nothing. He hated him, he hated him and he would hate him forever and never forgive him - and his thoughts were beginning to sound brattish even to him at this point, but it was the truth.
He sighed and curled up tighter, as if he could squeeze out the queasy feeling from doing so]
Just...leave me alone...
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[And that was the frustrating thing. Alcor wanted to know what he was doing wrong, but as far as he was concerned, simply existing was a sin to Yamato Hotsuin.
...Maybe not only to Yamato Hotsuin.
With another sigh, Alcor waved with one of his hands, telekinetically covering Yamato with a portion of the blanket, and then left the room. He had a mess to clean up, and the smell wouldn't go away if he just stood there.]
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...he really was weak. Disgusting, weak, pathetic...
At some point he must've fallen asleep, as his next few moments were him on his back, feeling like death, with sunlight streaming directly into his eyes. He groaned lowly, rolling over and dragging the pillow over his head in an effort to block the light.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.]
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...Ah, you've awakened.
[Click clack click clack. The sound of Alcor's fingers hitting the laptop keys, along with his own voice, was probably not helping Yamato with the light and sound sensitivity problems he was suffering from right now.]
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...stop...noises...
[Voice was too muffled to make out clearly...]
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Was I too loud? My apologies. I'll make sure to whisper.
[And that he did, lowering his voice to one. The clacking of the keys ceased, and Alcor turned toward the bed fully, shifting his body and chair. Fortunately for them both, the smell of vomit seemed to have dispersed overnight, though the memory of it all probably didn't.]
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