paradisalost | First Injection - Cast Down from Heaven

[There's a sharp rustle of wings, like a startled bird getting its bearings in a wind storm]

Well, it seems I underestimated that wolf and his little priest boy.

[His voice sounds amused, the sound of wings stilling and the clack of shoes echoing instead]

A room is it? Very sweet of you, little Shima boy. Ineffective, but cute. I suppose this is all you are capable of. A wonder little Kikuo has such an attachment to you. But still, I suppose taking a bit to let you rest will not do anything but prolong our entertainment.

[More clacking oh shoes, a soft mutter]

Now, where is the weak spot...?

[He finds the door and wanders out, the journal tucked into his doctor's gi, his red tall geta the source of the clacking noise and practically glowing in the natural light in the halls as he wanders, searching, seeking.

Well look at that Paradisa. It is a twelve-winged angel walking your halls. Times have just gotten stranger.]

[ooc: Open over the journals and in person! Come and bother the newest resident ~]

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_{[He had patiently waited with his own journal open. He knows you so well, little bird.]}

Perhaps I do, perhaps I do not. You have ever been a mass of contradictions, little bird.

Should I repeat how much I utterly hate you?

Hate is such a strong word. I find it hard to believe, when you all but collapsed into my arms when you first returned home.

Because then I didn't know you were the one making zone 00. Now I do. Now I will kill you.

And why do my ulterior pursuits even concern you, Kikuo? I know you took some, but I hardly forced them into your hand. And have you seen Benio? The poor dear would be a wreck without it. I hardly think that something to kill me for.

Think of what you're doing! What the hell kind of idiotic choice is this to make?! Are you really this-[he's just...so frustrated. He's so close to slamming the journal shut again but...]

My reasons are my own, Kikuo. Reasons you are not equipped to understand - not so long as you let your mind be clouded by an unrequited and forever dead love.

Shut up! This isn't about Sara! This about how you're trying to ruin everything!

And tell me, Kikuo, what is your definition of 'everything'?

_{[Unlike Benten his voice remains forever calm, soothing, a big brother waiting out the tantrum of his little brother.]}

Everything that we ever worked for! What kind of leader does this?! Or is ever other person in the clan just someone for you to use?

Again, someday you will understand, Kikuo.

[he's seething. so much that grabs the journal, tempted to freeze and shatter it to pieces and for a second the ends of page do in fact freeze.]

Understand throwing everything I have away? No thanks I'll pass.

Such limited vision, little bird. As I said, one day you will understand, but for now I suggest you put it from your mind. It causes you undo stress.

_{[Which he can tell by the way his journal is starting to freeze on the edges. Not like, little bird.]}

[He doesn't care if it causes his own downfall. He wants it to end. This insanity. His brother's life. All of it had to stop.]

Shut up.

Really, I raised you with better manners.

I don't care.

Sometimes I wonder where you got this petulance from.

Right now I wonder why I bother talking to you.

I can answer that. We're brothers.

That doesn't matter.

Oh, I rather think it does, Kikuo.

...Stop calling me that name.

It is just terribly difficult to think of you as 'Benten', Kikuo.

That's who I am now.

Still, it is hard to reconcile that with my memories of the cute little bird hiding behind my legs.

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