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[otakuro]

Who: Atsuro Kihara and Kazuya Minegishi
Where: Land of Awkwardness and Attempted Fratricide
When: Right after the Taurus event
Warnings: None
Summary: At least they had both tried to kill each other mutually so the guilt went both ways.

The morning after the 26th, Atsuro woke up to three separate, unhappy realizations.

First, some nefarious villain had stolen into his room and ripped his curtains; more important - perhaps most importantly - they had undone his careful arrangement of all of his games by alphabetical order and production company. Second, some other nefarious villain - perhaps the same one - had left a prop sword so that he almost impaled himself when he rolled out of bed.

Third, shame. Crippling debilitating shame.

He spends the first two hours cleaning his room (an hour and forty minutes of it checking and double-checking that all of his games, computer paraphernalia, and hacking tools were still present and accounted for), the next two hours deciding he needed another nap after all of that work, and then another two hours hoping lunch would magically appear on his desk so he wouldn't have to actually go outside for a week or so.

He weighs the pros and cons of starving as opposed to ever running into Kazuya again; starving almost seemed like the better option until he remembered that starving would mean he would never get to play Devil Kids: Spirit Hackers 4 which was supposed to come out in less than six months and promised over 600 different monsters to catch.

Hey Kazuya.

Can we meet up?

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[belfire]

While Atsuro spent his morning of shame in the relative comfort of his apartment, Kazuya had woken up in a tree somewhere, curled up tight in its branches with unholy agony throbbing through his shoulder. He didn't move at first, because he was certain if he did he would throw up, die, or a horrible mixture of the two, but there was something jabbing into his lower back, and he swore there was a spider on his leg, so he very carefully uncoiled himself - and proceeded to slip off and hit almost every branch on the way down.

All in all, it was a pretty shitty morning.

It was when he was groaning quietly to himself into the ground that the horrified shame crept in, and he groaned even louder, doing a perfect imitation of a wailing zombie. The memories were foggy, and got messed up somewhere in the end when that vampire guy ripped off his arm, but he certainly remembered attacking Atsuro.

Fuck, he was going to hate him.

So Kazuya just spent goodness how long (suspected to be over an hour) just lying on the ground in an ungainly heap, feeling thoroughly sorry for himself. Also his arm still hurt. Kazuya didn't even remember reattaching it in the haze of last night, so he wriggled his fingers just to make sure it was still there.

Yeah. It hurt. It was still there.

His wallowing was interrupted when his COMP beeped that he had a message, and with a grunt and a huff, he forced himself to roll over on his back, letting himself access his messages. Ah. It was Atsuro. Kazuya cringed back into the dirt - although this was reassuring, right? If he wanted to see him and not run screaming for the hills.

sure. where.