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WHO: [Bad username or site: hackeralastair title=Alastair @ livejournal.com], [Bad username or site: fuckingshogun title= @ livejournal.com], and [Bad username or site: satisfiedsigner title= @ livejournal.com]
WHERE: Hell Towers
WHEN: This evening!
WARNINGS: I don't. think so
SUMMARY: IN THIS EPISODE OF HELL TOWERS SOAP OPERA, SAITOU GETS FED UP WITH THE 10TH FLOOR DRAMA QUEENS and locks them in a room together til they settle their differences ahaha.
FORMAT: Saitou has no para. Saitou needs no para.

It had been a long day. Again.

And these two damn idiots were ignoring each other. Again.

Saitou sighed and ran a hand through his hair, completely bypassing the two younger residents on his floor. They'd been painfully obviously ignoring each other for almost a full week now; even in such a small space. It was getting ridiculous.

For now Saitou dropped off his things in his room, paying attention to Aome for a few minutes to keep her happy, but there were more important things on his mind that needed to be settled.

Seconds later he walked back out into the hallway, assuming Alastair had resumed sulking in his room, and knocked twice. Loud enough for Alastair to pretty much know exactly who it was.

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Alastair's moping had quieted to a dull sense of apathy over the course of the week, but things had not improved in his little world at all. Not even after spending time with others, working all last weekend, and wasting several nights in clubs. He wanted to patch things up with Kiryu, but the longer they went on not actively talking to each other, the more likely it seemed that they were doomed to fall out forever.

"What?" he complained in the general direction of the door, expecting it was Saitou since clearly Kiryu would not be looking for him. "It's open."

Saitou was silent just for a moment, devising up a scenario believable enough to actually get the hacker boy to leave his 'cave.'

"I have to head back out for a few errands and Aome needs looking after. It shouldn't take long for you if you have the time."

Alastair frowned to himself; what kind of a question is that? Although if the cat detested Kiryu, he was the only one left who could help out. Curious more than anything else, Alastair got up off his bed and went to open the door and see what this was all about. "What do you mean by look after? Because if you're trying to get me to clean the litter box, you're knocking on the wrong door..."

... This was going to take some more convincing, Saitou mulled. Very well. And he crossed his arms once Alastair finally opened his door.

"I'm not sure when I'll be back. And quit fretting. She just needs to be fed," he continued with an irritated sigh. It wasn't hard for him at all to pull one of those off.

Alastair heaved a sigh. "All right, fine. Honestly, some days I think she gets fed better than we do." Of course, that was mostly because they really didn't cook for themselves, but that didn't need mentioning. "Like right now? Or while you're out? Because then you have to show me how much you give her."

Gradually Saitou starting turning back toward his room, gesturing Alastair to follow. "It's already laid out. However the meeting I've arranged with an informant is in less than an hour and I need to leave as soon as possible."

Alastair had come to trust Saitou, beyond simply fearing him, so he followed without question. "Okay, so. You just want me to make sure she gets it at a certain time, or what?"

He nodded briefly at that, not even looking behind him before opening the door to his room and making sure Aome stayed inside. "In about half an hour."

"All right, fine." Alastair wondered briefly whether the cat would appreciate him more if he fed her more often. "I'm not really going anywhere, so I can do it."

Aome purred up at Alastair upon seeing him in the doorway, curling up around his legs before heading back to her usual spot on Saitou's bed. Saitou glanced at her only once with a light smirk before giving Alastair a brief nod. "I'll leave you to it, then."

Giving a sniff under his breath, Alastair stepped in to go and pick up the cat. She didn't seem to dislike him, she just didn't bug him unless she wanted food. "Hey, cat," he greeted her along the way. "Looks like you get to hang out with me for a bit. You promise not to scratch me?"

Aome hadn't followed Saitou around for no reason. It hadn't taken her much time to figure out he'd had something planned, as he almost never zipped in the room and zipped back out seconds later without so much as a glance. He obviously was up to something... and so for now the perceptive cat was going to play along, giving Alastair all her attention (his hair reminded her of a cat toy).

However, on the other side of the hallway, Saitou was already scouring about for wherever Kiryu was hiding. It didn't take long before he spotted him skulking about by the living room window, silently making his way over.

"Something interesting?"

Kiryu shrugged, dropping his hand from where he'd had it pressed against the window. He didn't look up, though; he'd been listening to Saitou and Alastair's conversation and wasn't too surprised that Saitou had wandered over here.

"Not really."

Saitou frowned a bit at that subdued response, even if Kiryu couldn't see it. But it definitely showed in his body language. This was going to be the harder part.

"I need your sword."

Well, that got Kiryu to look at him. Probably not with a look he wanted to see, though, something between betrayal, worry, and bewilderment. Although he didn't move much otherwise; he trusted Saitou enough not to just grab it off him and that even if he did, it would be a good reason.

"Why?"

Idly the older man grabbed his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, having noted Kiryu's alertness, and firmly remaining nonchalant while he lit a new cigarette. "It needs repair and it's been awhile. That's one other place I'll be stopping by."

Kiryu watched him for a moment, but he didn't have any reason not to trust Saitou, and there wasn't much trouble they could get into here in the apartment that he couldn't take care of with his powers.

So, it didn't take too long for him to hand the sword over, as reluctant as he was. It'd be safe with Saitou as long as Saitou stayed safe.

He gave a light sigh at Kiryu's hesitation, smiling a little though when he handed it over, giving Kiryu a sardonic grin. "It's not like I'm going to break it," he chided, setting his sword down for a second.

Then he grabbed Kiryu by the ear and started heading back down the hallway.

"Of course you're--OW! Hey!" Kiryu stumbled after him, grabbing at the hand on his ear. "What the hell, Saitou?"

Saitou continued on, keeping a very firm grip despite Kiryu's grabbing and not looking back at him. "Just one more thing needs to be cleared up before I go--"

And quite unceremoniously he flung open the door to his own room, shoving Kiryu inside and taking advantage of his speed to lock the door from the outside with a sound click. "And this door isn't opening again until this is settled."

Alastair was still messing with the cat - rubbing her tummy while she laid on Saitou's bed - when the door flew open and then shut and left him with...

"Kiryu?!"

Kiryu tripped and landed on his ass, almost falling right into Alastair. But he didn't stay down; he barely touched the ground before he was pushing himself to his feet again. And kicking the door probably wouldn't help any, but he did it anyway, with a loud crack.

"SAITOU! OPEN THIS DOOR!"

Aome hissed at first when Kiryu was thrown into the room, but at the loud noises and the door being kicked she hid under Saitou's bed, watching from afar. Why did they have to do this in here--?

Saitou was holding the door firmly closed, knowing Kiryu would protest in such a manner, unmoving even as the wood was pushed his way from Kiryu's kick. His voice had a cold tone to it, and that annoyance was starting to rise to the surface as well, but he remained calm and spoke firmly. "No."

"Saitou?" Not that he doubted Kiryu's assessment, but Alastair needed to see for himself. He edged over and twisted the doorknob - nope, locked. Time to add his voice to the ruckus. "What the hell, Saitou?! What are you doing?"

Only belatedly did he realize how close he was to Kiryu, and though he looked warily at the other, he didn't back off. Not when there was a common foe.

Shit. He knew that tone of voice. Not well, but well enough.

Kiryu didn't bother to stop Alastair; he didn't really care how close he was at the moment and he knew his attempts to open the door would fail anyway. He'd heard the click of the lock.

Alastair's proximity didn't stop him from kicking the door again out of frustration. "SAITOU! This isn't--I'll burn it down!"

Not that he really would, and Saitou probably knew it, but it couldn't hurt to try.