so this is what happens. ( klosed )

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Date & Time: Late on March 1st
Location: All over the place, really.
Characters: Mikoto Suoh, Izumo Kusanagi, Tatara Totsuka, Anna Kushina, Yashiro Isana and Kuroh Yatogami.
Summary: The King of the Jungle finds the guy who, supposedly, killed his cute hipster boyfriend. Comedy ensues.
Warnings: Language, burning, violence.

So this is what happens when core members of the Red Clan, Homra, appear at once.

This is also what happens when the Red King thinks he's finally found the man that killed his #3.

And this is what happens when you get a lot of interesting reunions.

This is a story full of happiness...!

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The lion chases the teenager with the umbrella

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[ Yashiro's starting to think he really lucked out with his weapon being his umbrella. Not only was it, well, his weapon, it was also... an umbrella. And since it was constantly raining in Exsilium, it was proving to be way more useful than he could have bargained for.

The red really stands out agains the gray scenery, but he never noticed. Mostly because he was always under it, and it had never caused problems.

After spending a little time in the plaza, mingling with a few new arrivals, he decides to head back to his room for now, before training. Something felt a little... odd, though. He couldn't quite pinpoint it, so he stopped at the entrance of the housing unit. His umbrella was raised up a bit higher as he tried to glance around at his surroundings, not even trying to hide his peering as people passed him.

Hm. It's probably nothing. ]

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[ It was nothing, had been nothing, at least up onto the point when Shiro turned his head, shown his face.

Rain doesn't bother Mikoto, hasn't bothered him for years. It's a rip in the otherwise immutable laws of physics that brings him comfort with its familiarity (hah), keeping him dry and warm amongst the crowd of drenched newcomers. He hadn't stayed long to mingle, too exhausted, too irritated. Misery loved company only up to a certain point.

The apartments had been a little harder to find than advertised, and Mikoto would be lying if he didn't say that a couple of benches that he'd passed along the way hadn't looked more and more enticing with each wrong turn. But he'd managed. Somehow, with energy that he hadn't known he'd left to spare, he'd found his destination. Arrived, right on time.

He stops. Just for a moment, but it's still long enough to count.

'Cause that face? Oh, he wouldn't forget that face even if death took him prematurely, kicking and snarling and on fire.

He lets the cigarette fall from his mouth and crushes it with his next step forward, the air heating around him, evaporating the puddles that he cuts across. Not the subtlest start to a hunt, but it'll do. He's in no state of mind to be picky. ]

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[ Yeah, it was nothing.

Yashiro was just about to turn around and go inside when he feels himself being drawn to... something beyond his actual vision. He feels the heat - an uncomfortable mix of moisture and temperature, and he flinches a little. Unwittingly he turns to the source of the heat and fixes his gaze on... is that a person? He doesn't know why he found himself looking at him first.

For now, he doesn't move, but continues to stare. Who is this? What is this immense presence? His otherwise blank expression turns into a frown.

Well, oh well.

Doing his best to brush it off, he turns around and reaches for the door. ]

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[ That's not quite the reaction that he'd been expecting, but, hah, did that matter? No, it fucking didn't.

Running away or a dead man's attempt at ignorance and innocence -- it didn't make a difference. Poor acting is irritating at best, and Mikoto wasn't too particular about driving his fist through the heart from the front or the back. As long as said heart stopped beating in the end, it's all the same to him.

If a jump in temperature had been noticeable before, it's now borderline uncomfortable, unnatural. The speed of his steps remain relaxed, though he wastes no time in filling the silence as soon as he's within hearing distance (and maybe that's the most telling sign of all). ]

--Hey. [ It's a low rumble of a syllable, barely above a growl. Turn yourself back around and cancel all your dinner plans 'cause he needs a moment of your time. ] Let's skip the part where you play dumb, hm?

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[ The door is pulled open, but he doesn't enter. That's because when he feels the temperature rise, he looks back at that person. He's still headed this way? Why?

But it clicks when he hears the "hey." Ohgodohgod, Yashiro has only been here for so long, and knew in his mind that there were people after him, but he had taken it for granted that he was safe here. That there was no chance of any of them arriving here. He doesn't recognize this particular person, but there's no real time to think about it.

So he panics. ]

I'm sorry! Do I know you?

Canned peaches reunion

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[ Guitar in a case on his back, his camera in his hand as he peers through its lens, Totsuka's taking in the sights of both his surroundings and the people wandering past him, searching for familiar faces or just about anything that looks interesting.

This time -- it's a face that catches his eye. A face he didn't think he'd see again. He lowers his camera hand as he runs towards that person. ]

Wait up!

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[ Kuroh is actually on his way home when he hears someone calling him...the voice sounds familiar, for some reason.

When he turns towards the man hurrying up to him, it takes a little while for his brain to even register what he's seeing. But as he gets closer, the recognition lights up his face. ]

You're...! From the...

[ Oops, it appears he's unable to complete sentences at the moment. Not only is this the first person besides Shiro he recognizes from home...but he never expected to see this man again, either. ]

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[ Totsuka brightens as he's recognised, smiling as he stops a few steps away. He speaks, rather excitedly: ]

It's really you! We finally meet again. Sorry I had to run off on you when you were still sleeping.

[ He looks the other person over for a second, noting that they actually look well. ]

I didn't get to thank you personally either, so thank you very much! You really helped me out back then.

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[ Sorry, Totsuka, were you talking?

Kuroh missed...oh, the last half of that, or so. He was too busy moving his katana aside and giving a deep bow, right as the other man erroneously thanked him. ]

There is no need to apologize. I should apologize to you, since you ended up looking after me. [ And then if it's possible, he lowers his bow. ] I was never able to thank you properly for that.

[ A cheerful note and a can of fruit appearing as if summoned from a fever dream. Whether Totsuka knew it or not, that brief encounter had left him with deep memories of happier days. Something that was, apparently, turning into a recurring theme today. ]

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[ What a unique person -- like an ancient samurai, valuing honour... That sudden though brings to mind memories of the night they had first met and Totsuka recalls the words that this dark-haired man had spoken in defence of him.

-- so he was this kind of person. He should be the one thanking this person for saving him, really.

Lifting his camera and half-kneeling so that the camera is pointed right up at the bowing dark-haired boy's face, Totsuka grins. ]

Well, alright! If you will tell me a little about yourself and show me around, I'll take it as repayment.

lion vs puppy

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[ because this damn song always plays when he swoops in ]

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[ It's as Shiro catches sight of the Sword of Damocles and begins backing away that a new figure suddenly darts out from the side and stops directly in front of Shiro. In truth, he just made excellent time--because the literal worst-case scenario coming true is the sort of thing which requires punctuality--but if it seems like he was summoned by frantic mental pleading, that's fine too. ]

Go. [ A single word directed towards the teenager on the ground, but Kuroh doesn't face away from the pursuer, hard as that is. Breathing through the heat in the atmosphere, Kuroh steels his gaze, issuing a silent and remarkably ill-advised challenge. ]

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[ The view of the magnificent sword is suddenly blocked when Kuroh swoops in. When the owner of the back registers in his head, a pink luminescence spreads across his cheeks. Oh, he answered his mental pleas, and he didn't even have to seek him out! Thank heaven! ]

Kur-- [ But any words of gratitude he might've had are cut off buy Kuroh's command. Wordlessly, he nods and scrambles to his feet, darting into the nearest building.

He's safe for now. But he can't just leave Kuroh alone.

He'll think of something. ]

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[ --What's this now?

His next sigh is low and heavy, rumbled deep, irritation clear. The newcomer's sudden appearance and challenge doesn't go unnoticed, but it's a minor annoyance at best, nothing worth acknowledging. So shortly after the smoke and steam is swept away, he's back in motion, his Aura trailing behind him as coattails of fire hanging from his shoulders and back. It's a well-paced walk, destination: the building that's now serving as Shiro's new hiding place.

And as it's a straight line from point M to point S, he has full intentions of going right through any attempted obstructions. ]

... Move. [ First and last warning. ]

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[ As Suoh approaches, a small voice somewhere in Kuroh's mind screams at him to get out this is the worst idea, but as with most warnings he receives, it goes ignored. Shiro is a) a friend, with an optional b) the person that he, not the Red King or anyone else, has exclusive slaying rights to. Neither of which he's just going to give up without a fight--emerging alive also optional.

He almost goes for Kotowari, then thinks better of it and just moves into a less stiff stance, ready to block, or attempt to block whatever is coming. ]

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[ If he'd even an ounce of patience left in him, he may have been able to appreciate the frank way in which his warning's discarded. He may have been capable of humoring the option of simply swatting away the annoyance. Neither happens, doesn't even cross his mind. He's in too deep, the fire too close to the surface with its maddening energy, for such light actions to be permissible.

The steady march comes to a stop. The wait's not long after that, as the next pause is only there to account for the time that it takes for him to raise his arms, lit aflame as the rest of him. Swung forward, momentum and fire twist to release a torrent of his Aura, peeling off chunks of cement as it rushes forward with little regard for control and even less finesse. ]

Homoras do their thang

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the married couple goes on a secret hideaway honeymoon

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[ Yashiro checks the surroundings, and when he's absolutely positive that the Red Clan guys aren't around anymore, he tiptoes out to Kuroh.

Ah... he looks so beat up. A moment's guilt overcomes him as, obviously, this was his fault. But he can get him up and situated in a safe place for now as repayment. It's the least he can do.

So he starts shaking his shoulder. ] Kuro, Kuro? Wake up...

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[ He dreams of a low, commanding voice speaking to him. It's...trying to tell him something? ]

Ichigen...sama... [ That's the name his subconscious matches it to. But at this point he's not fully awake. That's right. He had been talking about Ichigen just a little while ago, right? Then Shiro walked in...

That's when he startles awake, head still fuzzy and ears ringing. He's on the ground, and he's looking up at somebody...who is that... ]

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[ Shiro sits back on his heels in relief. He gives a little sigh, a smile, and a small blush spreads across his cheeks. Phew, he's okay. ] Oh, good. You're awake.

[ But his smile disappears as his eyes flit upward cautiously for a moment, just to double check that they're really alone, and then back at Kuro, searching for injuries. ] Are you okay?

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[ He remembers who he’s looking at and where exactly he is right before Shiro’s question. Everything that had just happened rushes back, and he hurriedly sits up...

A little too soon. The dizziness returns, and with a hand to his head, he leans forward, breathing a bit heavily. ]

I’ll be fine....just need some time. [ His injuries aren’t what’s important right now. Bewildered, he looks back up at Shiro. ] Why are you... [ ...alive. ]

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Hm? [ He waits a moment for Kuro to finish his sentence, but when he doesn't say anything he... sort of figures what the rest of the sentence might be. ]

Ah... Thanks to you, I managed to escape to safety somehow. [ Are you looking yet, Kuro? He smiles. ] So thanks.

But... We should probably get out of here before they come back. [ He holds out his hand. No rush, take your time, but... you know ]