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Now open your eyes, the pieces are all over [incomplete/semi-open]

WHO: Hiruma and Saitou. Also open to Kiryu, Alastair and Bakura if they happen to be around.
WHERE: Hell Towers floor 10, the bachelor pad
WHEN: Backdated to the afternoon of March 9th
WARNINGS: Rated H! For Hiruma.
SUMMARY: Saitou has acquired a new power, one that Hiruma is intimately familiar with. Time for some training with the commander from Hell. And yes, I am putting up these logs at 9 AM during my cell biology class WANNA FIGHT ABOUT IT?
FORMAT: Paragraph to start. Whatever Ay wants after.

Hiruma had mixed feelings about this little... diversion. His diversion from the main diversion of the carnival. He had hopped on the first plane that morning. It wasn't something he enjoyed doing, but he had actually just snuck on the plane through the cargo hold. It was surprisingly easy for even a larger-sized bat to hide itself among the suitcases and mail. Sure, the ride was less than comfortable, and it got really frickin' cold sometimes, but in the end he saved about 3, 4 hours by not burdening himself with security lines and luggage.

Upon arrival in the City, Hiruma went shopping. Lunch, really. He arrived back at his apartment complex about an hour and a half after he landed. He then even had the courtesy to knock at the door of the bachelor pad, a small plastic grocery bag and a cup of coffee in hand. Of course, that didn't stop him from either opening the unlocked door or using his master key to open the door if it was locked. Wolves can't open doors, after all, and Hiruma wasn't sure if Kiryu was home. Alastair would be at work.

"Helllooooooooooo~" He called out. "Ookami-san? Kekekeke."

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As he had often been doing for almost every sound coming in the door since transforming, Saitou's ears perked up at the familiar voice. Finally.

And while he had given Aome enough of a stern talking-to (or what he could manage) he still was a bit wary every time he walked inside his room in this form. He passed the door to his room carrying that same look for a second, almost certain he could hear hissing even from outside. His whole posture seemed to sigh before heading to the source of Hiruma's voice, then looking up at him as if to say "... Yeah. Hi."

Hiruma grinned down at the wolf. Yeah. Definitely Saitou. Those eyes were the same. Some little forelock-like bits of hair... and just the way he carried himself. The expression on the canine's face was also definitively human (and rather annoyed, at that). It was obvious to Hiruma in every way. The lanky young man set his bag down on the table and gulped the last of his coffee.

"Kekekekeke. Good, you're still stuck," he pointed out in Japanese. "I was gonna be mad if I had to catch that 6:30 flight over here and you had figured it out on your own!" Hiruma took a seat at the aforementioned table and picked through his bag.

"First things first. You hungry?" a pause, then he added, "It's relevant, I swear. Shifting is easier when you can fucking focus, and God knows it's fucking impossible to focus if your stomach is empty!!"

Well at least Hiruma caught on faster than Kiryu or Alastair had. And he would have frowned a bit at the coffee smell (he never did like the stuff) but there were more important things.

He tilted his head a little at the seemingly-random question, before nodding just slightly. It wasn't like he could enjoy his soba in this form very well. And this body didn't even like the idea of having anything but meat. Oh well. He should have expected as much.

Hiruma had expected that. After all, where was a wolf going to get a slab of raw meat? Hiruma highly doubted that Alastair and Kiryu kept frozen steaks in their freezer... like he did.

"I thought as much." Hiruma took out two pieces of something wrapped in white butcher paper, "That's why I stopped at a butcher shop on the way over here. Not to mention I myself was pretty fucking hungry considering I haven't eaten in what... 7 hours." Hiruma groaned and partially unwrapped one of the packets. Inside was a rather tasty-looking cut of beef, about a pound of meat. He put it on the floor in front of Saitou. "Me, I like mine bite sized."

Youichi unwrapped the other packet. Inside that one were chunks of raw stew beef, cut into nice little bite-sized chunks. He popped them in his mouth like it was nothing. Apparently Hiruma was totally ok with eating raw beef. Of course, he had been before this whole bat thing; even back home, he would only cook his meat long enough to get it hot.

The human side of him may have wanted to recoil in distaste at the idea of raw meat, but his wolf side was hungry and it was not going to turn down an offer like this.

So before he's realized what he's done the animal instincts have taken over and he'd tore into the meat brutally like... well, like a wolf really. Like he'd just slaughtered the animal himself in the wild. This was not normal.

Though he did notice Hiruma was having the same thing he was, in a way. And he stops about halfway done with his 'kill' of sorts to tilt his head again. Not that he could ask right now, but he was curious whether Hiruma had gotten the same cravings after his power came into being.

If the ravenous eating bothered him, he didn't show it. In fact, Hiruma was casually snacking on the cubes of meat like they were popcorn, washing them down with a bottle of fruit juice and doing a sudoku puzzle on the newspaper that was on the table. So no, Saitou's ravenous eating didn't bother him.

Hiruma caught the head tilt out of the corner of his eye. "You eyein' mine? Kekeke. Get used to it. Food cravings and behaviors carry over." Hiruma cackled a bit and stuck his somewhat bloodied fingers into his mouth. "Get full so we can get started!"

He snorted. He wasn't that starving since turning into a wolf. Though after another minute of finishing off the offered meat he stepped back from it, looking back up at Hiruma silently. He was genuinely curious how the shapeshifting worked, though; even if he hadn't been turned into a wolf.

Hiruma finished his meat, his juice AND his sudoku puzzle (medium difficulty, or so it said) fairly quickly and stretched up. "Ahhh. I feel much better. I rode in the cargo hold over here, you know. Five hours using a suitcase as a mattress! Fuck that, man." Hiruma stood up and brushed himself off, then sat on the floor in the living area.

He crossed his legs in a fairly meditative looking pose, bare feet and all. He jerked his head a bit, motioning for Saitou to come over. "Alright. Close your eyes, quit sniffing around and just focus on what I'm telling you. I'm just gonna operate on the assumption that the Porter gives the same sort of shapeshiftin' to all of her animal bitches." Hiruma took a breath and closed his eyes. It'd been a while since he actually thought about it. It had become second nature after a year and some change. Muscle memory.

"It's not just mental and it's not just physical. Not mind over matter and not fuckin' reflex. You have to search your body for..." he groans. What's the word? "It'll feel like a muscle. Something that wasn't there before. But it's not a muscle and it doesn't have a physical location, persay. Once you find it, you focus on it... then focus on your old body. Every aspect." Even while Hiruma was explaining it, one of his hands popped and cracked, fingers growing longer and webbed. When he realized what was happening, he shook it and it returned to normal. "... Kekeke. Eventually it becomes so easy you barely even notice."

A pause.

"By the way, if your whole body starts hurting like every bone in your body just fucking snapped, you're doing it right."

Saitou approached Hiruma when he gestured to, looking fairly inexpressive at his instructions. Why couldn't he just think about switching back and then that would be all there was to it? He sighed just slightly before turning his eyes a little to Hiruma's hand. That sounded like bones cracking, and his theory was found correct when Hiruma continued. Wonderful. He always wanted a power that would break his bones--

He sighed again, though abided by Hiruma's instructions. He was a fast learner anyway - already he could speak fairly well English (even though he still hated technology with a passion). A second later his eyes close, attempting to find this 'not-muscle' Hiruma had described.

Bone breaking powers are the best kind. Of course, it was the sort of thing you got used to. In about 6 months of constant practice.

Hiruma opened his eyes and simply watched Saitou, catlike eyes narrowed in focus, looking for any sign of shifting. He was having trouble sitting still... he wanted to pop some bubblegum, pop his fingers, tap his nails on the carpet... but he did his best to sit still and not distract.

"It will just click when you find it."

Saitou's used to excruciating pain. He hadn't flinched during any of his fights with Usui, Seiryuu, Shishio, or Yatsume with his bombs. And the number of scars he had (and were probably even more visible in this form) were proof of that. It wasn't like he didn't want to avoid pain, though. So he wasn't exactly inclined to use this ability very much, for the time being.

But he's thinking too much. And his mind continued searching for whatever Hiruma had told him to look for. Focus.

... Something did seem new and unfamiliar, though. It was faint, he couldn't grasp it completely yet, but he could tell something different was somewhere. Very vague. And his eyes snapped back open to stare at Hiruma again, though his stare looked less confused than before.

Hiruma's eyes widened a bit, briefly, and he perked his ears a bit. "Find it? Lemme guess... it's like trying to feel around for a black object in a lightless room. Kekeke. At least someone's not trying to coach you though it over the comms. By Trauma Ward.

"Once you grasp it a little, then remember. Remember fingers, remember toes. No tail. Kekeke, what it's like to have a voice, to hold a sword, to stand on two legs."

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He just closed his eyes again after Hiruma continued (not that he could reply anyway) and focused again. Tried reaching for that 'black object' again. He could remember slightly where he had found it the first time, and lo and behold, it was still there.

It was easy to image himself as he was in human form. Easy to image holding his sword again; it might as well be a second appendage for him by now.

It was a few minutes before anything happens again, but after a little while one of the bones on his front paw starts to crack.

Hiruma watched and grinned. There it was. Saitou was a fast learner, he wasn't surprised.

"Whatever you're feeling right now... focus on it. Amplify it."

Once again, no reply from Saitou, though he heard him well enough.

And a few seconds later more bones started cracking, moving up his front limbs and further up his spine. His tail seemed to be shrinking, also.

Hiruma just watched. Saitou seemed to have it under control. Now it was just a matter of him finishing what had started. If the shifting power was anything like his own, it wouldn't be long before the effect cascaded and picked up speed.

He was about right in the idea that the shifting would pick up speed. The cracking bones became more frequent, more audible, and it's not very long until it's a very human-looking Saitou sitting on the floor, looking up at Hiruma with a slight irritated grimace.

"Hngh."

Hiruma clapped a bit. "Kekekekekekeke!! You did it. Congrats. Would have been hella hard without me, right?" Hiruma didn't need Saitou to say it. He knew. If Hiruma hadn't coached him, it'd have been days, maybe weeks, before Saitou figured it out on his own.

Hiruma stood up and stretched again. "Now. Things to remember. First. If you wanna ever get good at it, you have to train. Hard. Hard as fuck. It may not seem like a useful power now, but you never know when it will come in handy. Second, try to avoid extremely stressful situations until you've got it under control. Fucking adrenaline can set off the power without you giving it the ok. Third... uh.... I can't think of a three."

He stood and straightened out his clothes while Hiruma was talking, making sure everything was situated before glancing back at him.

And then gave a small smirk at the mention of 'stressful situations.' He was kind of on the run, still, after all. Even if laying low fairly well these days.

"So noted."

"Hey, at least you got clothes on your first try. It could always be worse. Your spirit animal could have been like... a fucking rat or something."

A pause.

"Though a rat would be useful for hiding out.... kekekekekeke."

He snorted a bit at that, and immediately headed back toward his room to grab his cigarettes. The withdrawal was too strong right now to hold back from lighting one much longer.

"I can hide well enough without a rat being involved."

"Hey. Don't underestimate rats. They're smart little fuckers."

Hiruma dug around in his bag again and pulled out an apple. The rest of his lunch. "Kekeke, well now we know why you got ported out and in so fast, at least!"

Saitou just snorted derisively again, walking back out of his room with his pack of cigarettes (yay he missed those). "Just my luck."

Hiruma took a bite out of the apple. Of course, with his huge mouth, this resulted in half the fruit disappearing into his toothy maw.

"Yeah yeah. So what happened anyway? Just woke up that way?"

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While Hiruma was doing that, Saitou grabbed a fresh cigarette and lit it a second later, though did keep it out of Hiruma's direction, at least.

"I believe so."

Hiruma didn't complain. He didn't like Saitou smoking indoors, but hell; it was better than that creepy little Kiryu setting stuff on fire. What an idiot.

"That's weird." a pause, "Or maybe not."

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Now open your eyes, the pieces are all over [incomplete/semi-open]

HOW DAR U POST DURING CLASS

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don't mind me watching home basketball game >.> it's halfway over though

BASKETBALL.

YES BASKETBALL also sob one point game we were up by 12 before :c

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.. and now we're down by one with 1:45 to go OTL

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goddamn freethrows :| 30 seconds and down by two. sob.

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sob

:< SORRY BABY

sigh I'm just sorry we handed it to em after having a 12-point lead for so long :/

D: Such a shame...

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