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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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"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.

"If I even smell the slightest amount of smoke in there you are going to regret it," Saitou retorted, still using that same cold tone. He could tell even with the door separating them that it had worked.

"You might as well accept I am not letting either of you out until you have settled whatever ridiculous nonsense both of you have been sulking about for this entire week. It's gone on longer than it ever needed to be and I have lost my patience."

Alastair backed away from the door, at that. "Shit, he's serious..."

He turned sharply away from Kiryu and crossed the room, putting distance between them before crouching down to see where the cat went. But Aome hissed when he tried to coax her out from under the bed, so he gave up and sat back on his heels. It was useless, in his view, to try to explain to Saitou that this wouldn't work, that it wasn't ridiculous, that they couldn't just settle it, so he decided on silence for now.

Kiryu almost flinched. Almost. It'd been a while since that tone could make him actually flinch, but damn if it didn't worry him.

He dropped to the ground, slumping back against the door. This was bad, this was very bad; what was he supposed to say? He didn't even know how he felt about all this anymore, much less whether he even wanted to settle things or not. All he'd decided was that he preferred Alastair alive to dead.

He suddenly started laughing and closed his eyes, speaking to Saitou and no one in particular. "So you took my sword to keep me from trying to kill him? Great plan..."

Saitou snorted a little at that, stepping away from the just a little, though not lowering his guard yet. "I took it for a number of reasons. One being I'd rather you didn't destroy the door," he said with disdain, taking a drag of his cigarette before continuing. "Another being it really does need repair. I'll be on my way to do that now. When I return this had better be settled." And with that he headed back down towards the living room, though in reality he wasn't going to do any of those things until tomorrow. Instead he just made himself comfortable on the couch, smoking nonchalantly on his cigarette as if everything was completely normal.

Alastair got up from the floor and perched himself on the bed instead, deliberately facing away from Kiryu. He didn't know what to say, how to even start a conversation like this, regardless of whether Kiryu felt like going along with it. The awkward silence began to grow, and there was no telling which of them would break it first.

Kiryu looked over and sank a little more against the door when he saw Alastair wasn't even looking at him. He was used to his old friends getting in his face and acting like they cared more about their old friendship when it was over than when they'd still been friends. Alastair acting like he didn't care anymore...hurt a little more than he'd expected.

But he really didn't know what to say. If he opened his mouth, he'd as soon start yelling as apologizing. He wasn't even sure why he felt sorry about this mess; he was still pissed off.

The silence really was uncomfortable. Alastair kept thinking about all the things he had wanted to say, all the questions he still had about how it ended up like this. A lot of it seemed pointless, now, after so much time had passed, but he still cared about Kiryu. A little too much, maybe.

When he couldn't stand it anymore, he raised his head slightly and spoke in a quiet tone. "...would you really have killed me? If he didn't take your sword..."

Kiryu closed his eyes after a few minutes, wondering if they could just wait it out. Saitou was stubborn, but he had to give up sometime.

He only opened his eyes briefly when Alastair spoke, preferring them close. Especially when he'd probably betray his feelings a lot more with his eyes open.

"No." And he didn't need it to kill anyway... "What good are you dead?"

"About as much good as I am alive," Alastair murmured. "Sometimes, it really feels that way. Especially when I keep losing the people who matter to me and can't do a damn thing about it."

Another long silence stretched between them, though this time it wouldn't go on forever. Alastair was beginning to find the courage to speak, though he still stared mostly at his hands in his lap. "Saitou's right, you know. We can't keep doing this forever." He paused again...maybe this was harder than he thought. "...it's torture. I want things to be like they were before. I want to be able to just...talk to you."

Kiryu had to laugh, almost before Alastair was done talking. "Maybe you can't."

But he didn't really want this to go on forever. He didn't want to lose one of his best friends. And Alastair had been right about something: Kiryu wouldn't have just left Saitou lying there while he got his revenge on Cavil. Granted, he would have made sure he could torture Cavil all he liked later...

But he couldn't help but still feel hurt and betrayed and furious. Definitely nothing like how he felt about Yuusei still, or even Jack and Crow, but close to it.

"Things can't just..." Kiryu paused and tugged at his hair, trying to figure out just what he wanted to say. "You betrayed me. Or it feels like you did. Cavil needs to suffer. He needs to be taught a fucking lesson. And those damn cops are too uptight to do anything but let him sit there, plotting ways to get back at us. They've even locked Saitou out.

"You know how it feels to need revenge. To feel so consumed that it hurt when you can't do anything about it. Or I thought you did. I thought I found someone who could understand, who wouldn't stop me like everyone else."

Alastair waited until he was finished, and then heaved a sigh. "I already apologized," he said bitterly. "I don't know what else you want from me. I don't have an explanation...I don't really know why I stopped you. I just jumped in there. I didn't mean to...to betray you."

He shifted to face Kiryu a little more directly, in the process reaching into his back pocket and taking out the action figure he kept on him at all times. Over the past couple of weeks, he had been almost obsessively fidgeting with it, using it as a focus for his tensions and worry. Even now, he held it solely for comfort, clutched in both hands - he didn't intend to use it as a prop.

"I do know," he insisted. "Deep in my gut, I know exactly how it feels. But...in the past month or so I've learned stuff about my past that...well, I'm all confused, now. I don't know what to believe."

That last bit struck a chord a little too deep. Yuusei had said things while he'd been here that made Kiryu feel the same way at times. And then what Misty had said the other day. Kiryu couldn't even bring himself the respond to it; he like Misty too much to argue that she was wrong, she had to be, when he wasn't even sure of it himself.

So he decided to focus on the bit he had something of an answer for.

"I don't know what else I want either. But an apology doesn't mean anything. Anyone can say 'I'm sorry'." More than anything, that ticked him off. Alastair wasn't the only one who thought he could just apologize.

Edited 2010-02-01 04:53 (UTC)

"But what if you honestly mean it?" Alastair ran one hand through his hair in frustration. "Dammit, Kyosuke, I don't even care whether I was right or wrong, I'll still say it. I never meant to hurt you. I couldn't!"

Something else almost slipped out right there, but he bit it back with an awkward laugh. He needed to rephrase it, first. "I did something stupid. I know I said...it was just fooling around between friends, but. I think I kinda started falling for you, just a bit."

Kiryu held his tongue at the name; he still didn't like it, but he didn't mind hearing it as much now as he had before. He could let Alastair have that while he sorted himself out.

Besides, any annoyance he had with his name disappeared as Alastair went on, replaced with shock. No one cared for him that much. No one cared enough to even stick around for long, even when they promised--

He didn't need the brief glow of his mark to tell him he'd switched forms. He felt it. "You can't..."

"Sorry," Alastair said quietly, "but it's the truth. I...I don't care, if we can't. If it can't be fixed." He kept backtracking and rethinking his words, even if he wasn't conscious of what language he was using at the moment. "Even if we never go back to exactly what we had, I just...I just want to be friends again. All that shit I said about brothers? I meant it. I always did."

Kiryu shook his head, still caught up in what he'd said before. It just...he was used to people leaving him, not...that.

And if Alastair really...Kiryu couldn't imagine why he'd lie about it. He wouldn't gain anything by lying, not in the long run. And if he really...

"I did too," Kiryu murmured after a moment. "I mean everything I say." He hated how vulnerable he felt now. Hated it. "It's everyone else who never does..."

"Ah, Kyosuke..." Alastair got up and moved to the end of the bed, so he could sit right across from Kiryu. He still had the action figure cradled in his hands, as if it were a good luck talisman. "I'm not everybody else. I'm just me. I don't know why you think you can't trust me, I'm not the kind of guy who throws away family. They always end up leaving me," he added in a quieter tone. "I don't want to fail, anymore. Okay? I'm trying my damndest here, so cut me a little slack."

Kiryu laughed a little, although it didn't come out enough like a laugh for his liking. "Sounds like me..."

He looked away, curling up into a ball. He didn't like thinking he was wrong. He didn't like being wrong. But if Alastair really...cared that much, he had to be telling the truth about all of it.

He'd really screwed up. Maybe again. But...

"I don't leave," he muttered, hating that Alastair might have thought that for even a moment. "But I'm still angry. It still hurts. That's not going to go away any time soon. I don't...I don't think what we had before will work anymore. But I...you really...like me that much?"

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my last tag for tonight, you two have at it 8D

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/sob I had the whole tag done and lost it damn you Opera

D: noooooes

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