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.

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Kikyo nodded in response, for what else was there to say? Of course he would be in pain. He couldn't do anything about it. Did he even want to?

But for some reason, he wished to distract him maybe a little from his pain. And so he spoke again after a moment's silence, in his warm and maybe slightly teasing voice,

"...how were the cherries?"

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Kougaiji stared up at the man, arching a pair of elegant brows in question.

"Cherries?" What the hell was that about? It sounded vaguely familiar, like a fainting memory, or a lingering dream... Dream, yes, he had been dreaming.

"Uh.. damn. I didn't...?" He would have blushed if there had been enough blood in his body to rush into his cheeks, but as it was, he just felt compelled to turn his head away, thankfully hiding behind his crimson bangs that fanned across his face. The sudden movement brought in a flare of pain and he hissed between his teeth few very carefully chosen curses.

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There was a hint of an amused smile on Kikyo's lips as he replied, clucking softly in reproach, "Don't move too much, Kougaiji-kun...your wounds may reopen."

He threaded his long fingers through the young man's hair, a chilled but gentle touch that seemed to linger there almost longingly.

Kikyo may not have had wholesome thoughts in his mind always, but sometimes, he could touch people like this.

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Kougaiji relaxed under Kikyo's touch against his own will, knowing he shouldn't let his guard down but not being able to stay focused in the dark and silent hallway. The man's fingers in his hair were gentle, familiar, odd even, and somehow comforting.

"How's John?" he asked silently after a moment, realizing he didn't hear the other man anywhere, or see him in the darkness.

[black-ageha.livejournal.com]

"Hn..." Well, at least the urban ninja had one thing to his credit - he was fortunate enough to secure the trust and care of a young man like Kougaiji. Who, Kikyo had no doubt, deserved the loyalty that he seemed to command from his friends back home.

"He is quite well, fear not."

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"...that's good." What else was there to say? Kougaiji couldn't think of more than one thing, which would prove to be more difficult than the first one. But he'd say it, because he thought he owed at least that much to Kikyo.

"Thank you." The words were silent on his errant breath, transparent but real.

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Kikyo smiled softly, though it was too dark for anyone to see. It was true he would not have stirred a finger for John (or Jack, or whatever the man's name was) if it hadn't been for Kougaiji. Still, the boy owed him nothing. To Kikyo, it might have been an unspoken debt owed to someone else. A person he owed more than just a small debt.

"Rest, Kougaiji-kun. It shall soon be morning." He spoke like he actually believed the dawn would come. An odd state of mind, for the dead.