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Hallway Outside Sun Room
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The feeling was strong. There was something out there. And as he neared the Sun Room, it was even stronger. It felt like an Akuma, but he couldn't be sure, not in this place. As much as he didn't want to wait around here, he had to meet Emily. He couldn't help thinking that they should have picked a safer place. He'd never been very good at planning things though. He just had to take things as they came, one at a time.
He leaned against the wall with a sigh and settled in to wait, moving his flashlight up and down the hall just to be sure nothing was coming after him.
The feeling was strong. There was something out there. And as he neared the Sun Room, it was even stronger. It felt like an Akuma, but he couldn't be sure, not in this place. As much as he didn't want to wait around here, he had to meet Emily. He couldn't help thinking that they should have picked a safer place. He'd never been very good at planning things though. He just had to take things as they came, one at a time.
He leaned against the wall with a sigh and settled in to wait, moving his flashlight up and down the hall just to be sure nothing was coming after him.
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Kikyo knew what he was doing, but in these conditions that wasn't much. Kougaiji bit back a whimper, and jerked forward when his back was touched. The bandaged tied the skin together tighter, pain and dizziness increasing by the moment, and half way through the process he found his consciousness seriously fading.
"I'ma... sleep a bit..." he muttered silently before the darkness took him, head lolling against Kikyo's chest.
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Kikyo cupped the boy's face with his palm and spoke to him, though he probably could not hear him anymore.
"Sleep...I will be here with you."
He lowered himself to sit on the floor, bringing Kougaiji down with him and gently resting his head into his lap. It was strange and uncharacteristic for him, to feel protective over someone he just met. And yet, this boy reminded him of someone...a person he would have wanted to protect, had he been able.
As the hallway fell into a silence, Kikyo turned his gaze to John, watching him closely in the darkness.
"Tell me what happened." It was not a request.
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So instead he shrugged and answered the question. "He was stabbed."
Really, if Kikyo wanted more, he could ask nicely.
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In any case, the man hand long since forfeited any rights to civility from Kikyo, even before he incurred this debt.
With an unamused tone, Kikyo spoke again. "As have you. Now why don't you tell me how it happened?"
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Looking away from Kikyo, he added, "There's a guy in there with a sword stabbing people. That's how it happened."
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Kikyo cradled Kougaiji's head in his lap, his fingers brushing gently through his crimson locks. The boy was stubborn, he knew this much. But why would he risk so much, with a body already so injured? He could tell from that morning that he was gravely wounded before the fresh injuries inflicted this night.
"It appears then, your clever weaponry was not so sharp as you may have wished," he said with a dark smile.
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The Fable went on to make a slew of claims as to the vast skill he himself possessed and how very untrained, unimpressive, and clearly lucky Gin had been this evening. Ordinarily, he kept insisting, he would have laughed at Gin's feeble attempts to wound him, but as things were, someone had intentionally stacked the cards against him. Clearly, he was at a handicap and had been taken by surprise, and did he mention that he was unarmed?
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As for all the claims to various skills and powers, it seemed the man was boasting without much thought to whether his words held any basis at all. Kikyo would believe it when he saw it. That is to say, if he even cared to.
"Then sharpen your wits, next time." He answered dismissively.
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"If you wanna play protector and hero to Kou, I have no problems there. Hell, I'll even tell him that you personally saved him from an unknown fate worst than death if that floats your boat. I'm just saying that I would be a much happier camper if you'd keep the snide remarks to yourself."
That said, he tried once more to climb to his feet and make an exit, though it hurt so much to even THINK of standing...
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He arched an eyebrow as the man tried to stagger to his feet. He knew from the extent of those injuries that sustaining consciousness was a feat in itself, much less trying to walk.
"I suggest you stay where you are, lest your appreciation be for nothing," he said. And he added with a slight grin, "unless you do not trust to lose your consciousness around the likes of me."
It was beyond him why he should warn the urban ninja of something he was probably well aware already. Perhaps Kougaiji's kindness was getting to him, thought that was highly unlikely.
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He managed to struggle somewhat upright (albeit, leaning on the wall for support and an odd angle) and take a few steps before toppling over again. It wasn't fair! His legs still worked fine--it was the damn blood loss and wounds to his torso that were keeping this from working out as he planned.
Forcing himself out of the faceplant, Jack struggled again to get to his feet. If he could make it to another hallway, at least, that would be a fantastic accomplishment...
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Though John was right about one thing - one could never afford to be so trusting as Kougaiji. Not in this world, and not in the world Kikyo came from either. Ironically, it was his trusting nature that moved Kikyo to help him in the first place. Such a fragile thing, in the palm of his hand.
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"So," he sighed, helping himself into a less awkward position, "What do you want to talk about, then, since we're stuck here like this?"
REAL subtle.
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He sighed as his palm came to rest upon Kougaiji's forehead. The youth's breathing was evening out, not so raspy or in pain as before.
Conversation was not John's forte, in Kikyo's opinion, and the less he had of it the better.
"What is there to talk about?" he finally said.
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A jab at Kikyo's feminine appearence was probably not the way to go, but he couldn't help himself.
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His brows furrowed with annoyance.
"I would rather not," he answered curtly.
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Wait, not lady. Man. Kikyo was a man.
"...wow," He blinked, shaking his head and trying to clear his mind of the haze that was beginning to creep in.
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To think that instead of letting the man bleed slowly and painfully to his death, Kikyo had actually helped him...strange things happened in this place they called Landel's.
The good news was, the urban ninja's consciousness was fading. Kikyo longed for the darkness and silence that would follow.
And actually, John had nothing to fear of passing out in Kikyo's presence. He would wake to find all his belongings still on his person - including his life.
"You are luckier than you think, urban ninja," he said absently.
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Between the humilation (and beating) at Haku's expense, THEN the beating from Gin, and now THIS, Jack was beginning to wonder if being the greatest and most powerful Fable who ever lived was really all it was cracked up to be.
"Ahhh," He sighed, shutting his eyes for a moment and opening them again, "If I'm lucky at all today, that in and of itself is pretty lucky."
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"If you find any value in your life, then yes," he said drily. He didn't expect John to realize how close he had come to his own death, foolish and proud as he was.
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"So, where's your tea today?"
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The last time Kikyo was having tea in this godforsaken place, he was wearing it all over himself. A courtesy of Ran and his hand that flew across his face with force.
"I had some at lunch," he answered indifferently.
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"So, why have you got such a nut against me? I only suggested that sane people don't drink tea in a place like this when they could be looking for a way to leave. I didn't think insulting tea is something to hold against a guy, unless it was the uber tea of all teas."
He smirked. "Or was it? If so, I need to get me some of that tea..."
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