damned_institute | Nightshift 30: M1-10 Hallway

Lucivar was very confused as River jumped behind him. He didn't see what was so strange. It was just a room with two men sitting closely on the bed... Two men and one of them being Daemon and judging from the red head's expression there was something not so innocent about their positions.

"Interrupting something, Bastard?" Lucivar drawled, wondering just what sort of temperament his brother would be in. He didn't have the sleepy look that the Sadist usually wore which was a very good sign. He wasn't in the mood to tangle with him tonight.

"It's alright, River," Lucivar said, turning to look over his shoulder at the girl behind him. "I'll protect you from the frightening men and their strange habits."

Renji's shoulders crept rapidly up toward his ears. First Daemon had to come out and say that, which was not okay, and he really was about to punch the guy... and then in came River. And... Lucivar.

He could also feel, just by the heat, that his face had gone red. Though thankfully that was hidden by his hands. But it meant he wasn't going to stand up until that bit of humiliation had subsided.

"I'll get you for this," he muttered, quietly enough for just Daemon to hear. "And then I won't heal you."

Daemon couldn't help it; he started laughing. Able to see how red the tips of Renji's ears were, the Warlord Prince pushed himself up into a sitting position to shoot a smirk at his brother in the doorway, giving the redhead a moment to compose himself once more.

"Perfect timing as ever, Prick," he drawled in return, his tone wry with amusement as he met his brother's golden gaze, then it lowered to the face peeking out from behind him, his expression softening into a smile. "Good evening, Lady. Is everything alright?"

She'd always thought them a curse, the eyes that could see everything in it's place three or four steps from where they were presently. It had been the reason and the cause for nearly all of her torment, now here was a mess laid firmly in lap. If only she'd seen in coming... The questions it sparked did nothing to ease her aching head, and Daemon's words coupled with Renji's reaction just cemented what she suspected in her safe place behind Lucivar.

"They were engaging in homosexual intercourse!" came the frantic and startlingly clear exclamation from behind Lucivar. Oh no, River wasn't coming out any time soon.

Lucivar howled with laughter, tears forming in his eyes. "It certainly seems that way," he remarked, grinning at his brother. Oh, he knew he was most likely making things worse as he seriously doubted Daemon had actually engaged his own body in any sort of sexual act. There may have been something going on but Daemon didn't need to use his physical body to create pleasurable sensations.

Of course, with their powers severely limited...

Lucivar coughed as he sought to get himself under control once more. He turned to River who certainly seemed distressed about the revelation. "Lady, they are far too clothed to be involved in anything other then a mere kiss. I think it is safe to say that we've interrupted before either of them engaged in any sort of intercourse. Their innocence is still intact. At least, as far as I know."

"WHAT?" Red face or no, Renji was on his feet in a moment, hands clenched at his sides. "How can you even say that? I don't -- we --- what --" It ended up in something like a frustrated howl. "I would not be so unfaithful! River--"

He ran out of things to say. So he kicked over the desk.

"Now don't do that," Daemon chided mildly, doing his best to stifle his mirth... and failing horribly.

"The desk never did anything to you."

"It could've been a quickie!" River insisted, still hiding in a small bundle of girl behind Daemon's brother. They were all so amused, but the matter was actually quite traumatic. "Daemon's been sedated, and Renji always rushes in swinging anyway!"

Lucivar coughed as the thought of Daemon being quick at anything in the bedroom was laughable. "If there's one thing Daemon knows is how not to rush," Lucivar mused. "It's not what he was trained for, after all."

He looked over at the overturned desk and back up at Renji, smiling. "Making a mess isn't going to help your case," he said. "You're only proving the lady's point."

His temper was willing to continue; the entire situation, the humiliation of it, was pissing him off. But the flesh was still quite, pathetically weak. Renji rounded on Lucivar to say something, and the room just kept going around. He stumbled a step, grabbed unsuccessfully at thin air, and then simply fell over.

He was lucky enough to not hit his head on anything on his way down, but it didn't change the fact that his ears were ringing and for the moment his vision had gone dark.

Daemon's laughter stopped abruptly as Renji swayed, and then he was on his feet, catching the redhead on the way down, a concerned frown on his face as the Shinigami lost his consciousness for a moment. "Stupid, stubborn idiot," he snarled out in exasperation with a roll of his eyes as he braced himself against the bed, supporting the other man in his arms.

"I told you you shouldn't have healed me. Lucivar, help me get him on the bed, would you?" Daemon grumbled, torn between amusement and exasperation as he staggered under the other man's weight, his own strength not what it normally was.

River peered from her safe zone to watch as Renji passed out right then and there. Naturally, she was concerned, but everything... all of it, and the fact that her brains wouldn't give her a straight answer. It was too much. Upon hearing her protective barrier commissioned to help with the arrangement of the Renji, she tore across the room to dive under the desk, curled up in a small ball as she watched the scene unfold intently.

At least no one was laughing anymore. River didn't even notice as her lower lip stuck out in the same pout she'd given Lucivar earlier.

"Mother Night," Lucivar snarled, seeing Daemon bow under the weight of Renji which shouldn't have happened. He rushed over to help and gritted his teeth when he realized that even he was straining to lift Renji.

"Ow," Lucivar said, something bumping hard against his leg. "What-"

He pulled out a large weapon wrapped in a sheet and gave Daemon a curious look. "Where did he get this? Do you know?"

"There are weaponsmiths here, I've heard," Daemon answered with a grunt as the pair of them maneuvered the redhead onto his bed once more. "Either that or he found it in the same place he found his clothing from home. I'm not sure."

He leaned over the Shinigami worriedly, automatically watching for the rise and fall of his chest to make sure he was alright.

Lucivar whistled at the sword, grasping the hilt. He took the sheet and pressed it against the blade, judging it's sharpness. "Not an Eyrien war blade but it will do," Lucivar said, clearly impressed. "Especially if it came from this place. And to think those orderlies gave me funny looks when I reached for my fork. Imagine if I had this in my hand."

"I'd rather not imagine it, thanks," Daemon replied dryly. "Things get messy when you get sharp, pointy objects in your hand."

Renji's pulse seemed even and measured, and Daemon reached out to shake the Shinigami's shoulder, seeing if he could wake him. With his back turned, he never saw River creep for the door as she dashed from beneath the desk.

"Renji?" he called, quietly, trying to rouse the redhead.

Sound started filtering back in to the temporary blankness, as did sensation. Someone was screwing with his weapon; in his mental confusion, he didn't quite understand why someone would be dumb enough to try to take a zanpakuto. But it didn't really matter. Either way, he didn't like it.

His eyes flew open; one hand shot out to grab Lucivar's wrist; with the other, he took a swing at the obvious target; Daemon.

It took a second for Lucivar to swing the blade around to press against Renji's neck. He growled, instinct taking over the moment he felt the hand on his wrist and saw his brother attacked. It was a testament to his self-control that he didn't cut off Renji's head. "Release me," he snarled, glaring down at the red head.

Daemon was semi-prepared for the abrupt waking, however, and managed to block the blow before it connected. His other hand was already moving to Lucivar's shoulder, moving his brother back.

"Enough, Lucivar, let him go. Let his weapon go. You'd react the same if abruptly awakened." His voice was quiet, but there was an edge beneath the words, his golden gaze sharp as it flicked from the redhead and his brother.

"Let go of my zan--" he paused for a moment, seemingly unbothered by the fact that his own sword was at his throat; he was far too angry to even consider being worried. He had to mentally start over, though, because things were rearranging themselves in his mind. "Let go of my sword, asshole," he said. He'd been through a lot of shit to get the thing made; he wasn't about to just let Daemon's brother take it. He might as well get his damn head cut off if he were that weak.

Besides, he was pretty sure he could manage a flashstep and do something before he blacked out again. That made the sword at his throat much less worrying.

Lucivar glared at Renji and then at his brother, meeting his gaze before he pulled the sword away from Renji's throat and placed it on the ground. "Don't strike him again in front of me, boyo," Lucivar snapped at Renji. "I don't care how weak you are, I will put you in your place."

"I'm quite capable of putting him there myself at this point, if need be, you realize," Daemon replied wryly, even if he couldn't. Lucivar didn't need to know that, not just yet.

An intent golden gaze turned back to Renji. "How are you feeling? Are you alright?"

"Put your dick back in your pants," Renji snarled at Lucivar. He didn't care if he was flat on his back, he wasn't going to take a childish threat like that silently. Old habits died hard. "Save the show for some ladies that'll give a fuck."

He managed to not glare or even snarl at Daemon, though he was tempted. "I'm fine," he said. He was pretty sure this entirely situation couldn't get any more stupid.

And speaking of that, he didn't really want to be in such an inferior position any more. He started to sit up, though cautiously since he was still feeling a bit... odd.

Edited 2008-03-04 02:37 (UTC)

"Rather hard to deny the fact you were after what's in my brother's pants if you're commenting about what's in mine," Lucivar snorted, though he wrapped the sword back up in the sheets Renji had it in originally before laying it on the floor away from Renji's hand. He couldn't care less if he was feeling all right. What he needed was a good kick in the head to stop his mouth from running. Lucivar was silently volunteering for the privilege.

"Lucivar," Daemon chided cautiously, shooting his brother a glance over his shoulder, before giving the same one to Renji. "You too. We're supposed to be all adults here. Act like it."

Speaking of which...

Daemon turned, his gaze going to the now-abandoned desk, looking surprised. "Where's River?"

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