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[ Basically I was looking at bakerstreet for ideas and I saw the 'came back from the dead' meme. I rolled a 4, so basically it's like canon-- Mikiya was left for dead and WHOOPS HE'S ACTUALLY ALIVE.

http://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/1291542.html Here's the meme if you wanna have a look.

Anyway I'm just tossing something down here. If you want to play out something else that's fine too, just respond to this entry with another prompt. I GIVE NO FUCKS. ]

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[Mikiya is aware, though. She's incredibly close, and there's no way she's doing it on accident-- at least in his mind. Something about that closeness makes his eyelids heavy, and he fights not to let his gaze drop to her lips.

It happens anyway. Despite the pressure of the bandage and the pain he's in, he can't help but lean forward that extra inch or two and brush his lips against hers.

How very impolite.]

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[ That just happened. Shiki's unusually aware of the slight movements he makes so when he does that, there's a quick reaction from her, though hardly a friendly one. Her eyes flicker in a prismatic array as she's caught off-guard and suddenly his face is nothing more than a shadow with lines across it. ]

Ah-?! [ Swallowing down what little surprise she might have shown after with the jerk of her head, it dawns on her quickly after that he had intended to be romantic. ] Kokutou?

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That's not fair. [ She adds with puffed up and red cheeks. ]

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[She's so cute, especially when she pouts, and he just smiles warmly-- if a little deliriously-- and ducks his head.]

Sorry, [he murmurs.] I don't have great timing.

[He should've done it at dinner or something, not while she's keeping him from bleeding out.]

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It's just right.

[ Whether she means his timing or the kiss, Shiki resumes her focus on trying to patch him up. What concern she may have had for his injury is gone, replaced by an urgency to make sure he'll be all right.

Words from two years ago haunt her mind. He can't die, not here, or ever. As illogical of a though that is, she focuses on sterilizing the wound the best she can, taking great care to use her prosthetic over her own fingers. A more efficient tool over her own appendages, the accuracy was increased by magic unknown to her.

Plus it was more likely to be sterile. ]

Does it still hurt?

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[Oh, Shiki. But the warmth in her words is enough for him. He doesn't ask for much, even though this would be pretty taxing on any other girlfriend in Japan. Shiki's different.]

Yeah, but I feel pretty good. Is that strange?

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You really into this or something?

[ What a strange kink, but she's not in a place to be judgmental right now. Instead, she unravels the bandages now while placing gauze tightly against the wound. ]

'splains a lot.

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No, that's not it.

[He paces his breathing carefully, even though her accusation makes him want to laugh.]

If it's you, I feel safe.

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[ Safe. It's almost insulting how he thinks that when the pinnacle of their relationship involved the phrases "I don't want to die" and "I want to kill you". Still, she's keeping those thoughts to herself as she brings the stretchier fabric along his skin firmly. ]

When you say crap like that, I want to go out and find those guys. [ A bit of a huff as she tightens the bandage. ] No one gets to stab you, but me.

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How romantic, [he says, smiling more.]

I guess that's your exclusive right, Shiki.

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[ There's a pause as she takes the time to consider whether or not he's joking with that remark. Some days it's harder to tell since he's usually lacking in a sense of humor, but that statement leaves her overwhelming incredulous. ]

You were opposed to it before. [ Reminding him. ]

What changed? [ Another pause: ] Liking me or somethin?

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[He shakes his head lightly, not wanting the blood loss to make him dizzy.]

I still am. But, I know you won't hurt me, Shiki.

I won't take advantage of it.

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You shouldn't act so confident when you've been bleeding out half the night.

[ Hasn't she already hurt him by accident in the short time she's spent tending to his injury? Blood fascinates her, especially forbidden blood from her youth, but it does little to excite her now that it's all over her hands. ]

Hasn't most of the time we've known each other been spent trying to refrain from killing you?

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[Being a little rough and weird is not the same as cutting him into pieces. And she's only ever done that once, and that was really SHIKI so you know what it's complicated.]

Really? I never noticed. [He smiles serenely.] You should speak up about what bothers you, Shiki.

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[ #COMPLICATED ] It doesn't bother me!

[ Another huff, but despite that fire in her tone, those hands of hers somehow manage to remain gentle. A task she's set in her mind surely. ]

Shouldn't you be too tired to boast like a counselor?

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[Mikiya chuckles, then winces. Okay, she has a point because he keeps doing that.]

A little, [he says finally.] But someone has to.

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[ No, he doesn't have to do shit. That's what springs to mind immediately, but she's a proper lady who knows if she bursts down a swear word, he'll reprimand her for that. He might even be worried about her agitation.

Instead, she swallows it down and just finishes and takes a step back to admire her handiwork. Well, not quite so much admire her handiwork as it is to look over his body. ]

... You'll live. [ What a great vote of confidence. ]

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[... He isn't sure what she's going to say until she says it. His instinct is to laugh, but that kinda hurt a few seconds ago, so he just smiles.]

Thank you.

[He's looking a little wavery, though, like he should probably lay down.]

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[ She must be thinking the same thing because she's lifting a hand and bringing it towards his shoulder with a gentle shove. Her intent is to just knock him over onto the bed, but he's always been resilient to those things as well, hasn't he? ]

Your bed time's long gone. Better catch up while you can.

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[His eyes pop open, and he lets out a little startled noise as he's shoved. He doesn't go down immediately-- he kicks off his shoes, first.]

Right here...?

[She's so insistent. And improper. He blushes a little, but doesn't put up much more of a fight.]

All right... [He's so tired, anyway. So he shifts and lays down in a way that won't agitate his wound, and hopes he doesn't bleed all over her sheets.]

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[ If only she cared for the implications. Right now she sees a wounded boy who probably can't walk more than a foot without collapsing so it makes sense to her that he needs to sleep. Preparing a bed for a guest usually involved fresh bedding, but that was done by a servant which she doesn't have here in this tiny apartment. ]

You'll have to make do. [ Meaning she's not going to listen to him insist otherwise. ]

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[He props his head up on his arm for a makeshift pillow.]

I don't mind. I always sleep well next to you.

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We're not sleeping together. [ So abruptly spoken. ]

'cause I feel like going out for a walk right now.

[ That doesn't need to be translated in the slightest. Shiki's always made the intent behind her walks clear enough. ]

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[Ugh.]

Shiki...

[Please don't go out and kill people. We can talk to the cops.]

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Are you going to say something absurd like two wrongs don't make a right?

[ Because he would dish that out while he's bleeding all over her bed, wouldn't he? She shifts her weight from one foot to the other while waiting for an answer, wryly adding on: ]

What comes around, goes around. That's all I've got to say on the matter.