xp log: oshitari, shinji and kippei

[shattermelt]

It felt good to be somewhat more in control of himself than he was, Oshitari thought as he meandered down the hallway from his room. He still had his moments, times where he wasn't sure if everything around him was reality or not, or if he was still strapped and drugged in that damned lab room, but they were more spaced out now, less severe then they had been. And he wasn't attacking the entire household with his power anymore either. Well, hardly ever.

It was...strange...to say the least, being able to feel his own psionic energy in his mind, when he wasn't using his power. He needed to sit down and figure out exactly how it all worked now, and why, but with everything that had been going on, he simply hadn't thought about it much at all. Now that they had Saeki back, and recovering, and the rest of the house was relatively normal, he supposed he could work on it.

Or he could start his plans to obliterate the rest of the laboratories on his list...perhaps pay the Humanity Now group a visit for their treatment of Koujirou. The thoughts had him stopping outside of Shinji and Tachibana's door. He had seen neither hide nor hair of them since Shinji had gone tearing from his room over the spider incident; which he had no recollection of, but Akira assured him the other blue haired mutant had 'freaked out'. A bit impulsively, he tried the knob, found it locked for once (amusing) and rapped sharply on the door three times.

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[shattermelt.livejournal.com]

Kippei looked up at the door and frowned. Vistors usually meant annoyance, in the form of official nonsense, or one of Shinji's friends. Either would be equally irritating, not that he minded per se that Shinji had friends, but he didn't quite understand Shinji's liking for some of them.

He sighed and got up, heading for the door. "You know who this is?" he asked Shinji over his shoulder, probably a dumb question. They weren't expecting anyone. Then again, Shinji should be able to hear them so he probably did know who it was. Whatever. Kippei unlocked the door and yanked it open with little grace, frowning at the mutant standing on the other side.

"Oh. It's you," he muttered, standing aside. Annoying bastard, but he was fond of Shinji in his own way, or so Shinji said, so he got points for that at least.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Shinji curled up tighter on the bed and ignored it. Oshitari was crazy anyway and got eaten by giant spiders so what did it matter? And his head hurt like fucking crazy remembering that, and then all the things that that memory made him remember, like Yuushi's kidnapping, and his stalking...someone...and when they met and music and the violin and weird languages and it hurt. Besides, Kippei didn't wait for an answer, so Shinji didn't have to say. He just waited instead, and frowned a little at Kippei's short greeting. Maybe it was a bit much to ask them to hug or something, but a hey nice to see you was generally what you were supposed to say. Oh well. Beggers cant be choosers. He smiled faintly, and now that Kippei knew who it was, answered.

"It's Yuushi."

[daredtygrz.livejournal.com]

"It is me" Oshitari smirked at Tachibana as he breezed by him, moving to sit next to Shinji on the bed. The other mutant was wrapped up tightly in the covers. "You look...awful", was his comment, not even considering how it looked to reach out and stroke the blue hair affectionately. It wasn't as if he cared what Tachibana thought, after all.

"Something happened to you", he stated flatly after a moment, studying Shinji and shooting a look at Tachibana. He tried shielding his thoughts on that matter; Tachibana should have been taking care of him, whatever had gone on. But then, Oshitari himself hadn't been there to keep watch over the other mutant, and some unfamiliar sense of guilt stole over him for that.

Damned humans.

[shattermelt.livejournal.com]

Kippei gritted his teeth, struggling to hold on to the sudden flash of anger that flared behind his eyes. He shut the door with a little more force than was absolutely necessary, and immediately felt guilty, realizing belatedly that Oshitari being here meant Shinji remembering things again, with the accompanying headache. Well it was his damn fault then and FUCK HIM for implying otherwise.

...Alright, not doing so well holding on to that anger. He folded his arms and glared at Oshitari from his position by the door. "It wasn't humans," he snarled, almost sneering at the other man and his stupid conclusions, forgetting for the moment that they were entirely reasonable. "Be careful," he added in growl, though he did make some attempt to temper his voice for Shinji's sake. "He's got a bitch of a headache."

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Shinji untangled a hand from in the blanket and tentatively poked Oshitari's thigh. Nothing happened. It felt like Yuushi, looked like Yuushi and thought like Yuushi...that generally meant it was Yuushi. Shinji breathed a sigh of relief, then groped around until he found Yuushi's hand, stroking it and focussing on the thoughts that were always way too chaotic now and filled with horror. Shinji deleted that little bit of nastiness for the moment. It would come back as soon as Yuushi got out of range, and Shinji would pay for it, but he honestly didn't see how a headache could get any worse.

Hey. I missed you. Play nice with the Growly one.

[daredtygrz.livejournal.com]

Abruptly all of the underlying paranoid tension in Oshitari's body visibly relaxed, and his eyes lost some of that dark and haunted edge to them. He couldn't remember why he would have been so tense, so ready to spring up in an instant and attack...something. But he supposed it didn't matter right now, smiling just a bit down at Shinji, stroking his hand.

Still petting Shinji's hair, or what he could that was sticking out from the bed, he quietly thought back to him. I have missed you as well, Shinji-kun. And...I will try...

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Shinji smiled at that, knowing that Yuushi found Kippei as frustrating as Kippei found Yuushi. It was kind of part of his charm, or so Shinji thought. After all, the first time they met Shinji had been very annoyed that someone was throwing imaginary rocks at him....ow.

"Bastard...rocks!" All over again. Shinji kicked him, rather ineffectually from under the blankets. "Hows..." he frowned, trying to remember. Damnit, he had known the other day when he saw the name! It was..."Saeki."

[shattermelt.livejournal.com]

Kippei scowled even more fiercely at the sight of Shinji holding Oshitari's hand, and what the fuck, thinking at him, but dammit, Shinji had a headache and maybe he didn't want to talk out loud.

Is that really necessary? he grumbled anyway. What's wrong with him? he asked as an afterthought. Oshitari kind of looked like hell himself.

"Saeki?" he asked Oshitari, wondering why the hell Shinji thought Oshitari would know that anyway.

[daredtygrz.livejournal.com]

Frowning briefly at the ineffectual kick, and puzzling over why Shinji would be angry with him over rocks, it took Oshitari a moment to comply with an answer.

"He is...a little better", he said slowly, frowning more now at the thought of what his lover must have gone through before they found him. He still couldn't transform back, and the wounds were healing slower than the illusionist would have liked.

"I am sure he would enjoy a visit from you, when the both of you are well enough for it", he told Shinji, rubbing the blue strands between his fingers before giving it the most gentlest of tugs. He smiled a little again, teasingly. "Then you may pet him all you like again."

Which had him remembering the littlest, pettable thing. Reaching over, he passed a hand over Kii, smirking just a bit at the sleepy little meow and purr the still tiny kitten gave him.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

A little better but not much. That didn't sound good. Shinji frowned, took a deep breath and sat up. And then regretted it when the whole room swam in front of him. Closing his eyes as they teared up he waited for the pounding to quiet down again, then started looking over the edge of the bed for his shoes. He had socks...he needed shoes.

[shattermelt.livejournal.com]

Kippei growled softly as Oshitari pulled Shinji's hair. What the fuck, the man was completely ignoring him and he'd just said that Shinji had a headache, which should be obvious and why was Shinji trying to sit up anyway? Screw it.

He stalked over to the bed and grabbed the back of Oshitari's shirt, pulling him upright and away from Shinji. "Did I not just tell you that he has a headache?" he bit out, fighting the desire to shake him like a rag doll and drop him on the floor. "If you hurt him I will break your face," he growled, amending his usual threat of certain death on account of the fact that if he killed Oshitari, Shinji would probably kill him.

He turned away then, dismissing Oshitari like an annoying fly, and examining Shinji with a frown. Where do you think you're going? he asked grimly, leaning down to push Shinji back gently onto the pillows. You can visit Saeki later, when you can walk a straight line.

[daredtygrz.livejournal.com]

Eyes narrowing at Tachibana with a sub-zero glare, only the knowledge that striking back at the other mutant would only hurt himself and Shinji and likely half of the house as well kept him from letting the earthmaster know exactly what a broken face felt like.

Even if he didn't remember how his power had gotten so strangly out of hand in the first place. That unexplainable knowledge unnerved him, but he cast it aside to sit back up and flash Shinji his own disapproving look for trying to get up in his condition.

Which neither of them had explained to him yet. Taking a slow deep breath that did nothing to calm the animosity he had for Tachibana in that moment, he tried for a even tone. "Why does he have a headache in the first place? What has he been doing?"

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

"An accident," Shinji muttered darkly, not wanting to explain anything. It was fine. It had to be done. He had the quiet room now, even if he was too scared shitless to use it just now.

"It's okay...it'll get better."

[flamesword.livejournal.com]

Kippei's eyebrows were, indeed, threatening his hairline, and he had to admit that it was a nice song and Oshitari had a nice voice, but he was saying so over his dead body.

He thought maybe one of the reasons he didn't like Oshitari was because the other mutant was so damn... well, everything he wasn't, smooth and cultured and whatever the hell, he wrote music and he spoke French and he could sing and Shinji thought he was cool. He made Kippei rough and crude and like a stupid sports jock, and maybe he was and maybe he liked it that way, but it still made him uncomfortable, as if Oshitari was laughing down his nose at him all the time. Probably was, knowing him.

Kippei knew well enough that Oshitari didn't think he was good enough for Shinji, and while Kippei didn't really give a damn what Oshitari thought, there was the small problem of the little corner of doubt in his mind that sometimes wondered the exact same thing. And it wasn't like he'd done that good a job of taking care of Shinji lately. Being around Oshitari tended to remind him of the little doubts he usually ignored, in favor of his usual attitude this is the way it is Shinji is mine just because he is and he likes it, end of story.

[teagoblin.livejournal.com]

Shinji was so startled he completely lost control of his powers for a moment and deleted everything, even the train of thought Yuushi was using to sing. Dead silence and that scared Shinji half blind as he turned erratically to stare at Kippei, a pained frown on his face. Where the hell had Kippei got that stupid idea, and why hadn't Shinji seen it before? He wanted to delete it, thoroughly, but couldn't bring himself to get rid of any part of Kippei, regardless how stupid it was.

Don't change! Don't ever change! I don't want Yuushi, he's just like..my brother. He's not you! Oh god, don't change.

[flamesword.livejournal.com]

Kippei stared down at him blankly for a minute, unsure at first what he was talking about, and then he sighed, and finally sat down on the bed, settling himself behind Shinji and curling around him, wrapping him up and resting his chin on Shinji's shoulder.

I can't change, he grumbled softly. I can't ever... be like that. Different. I'm not... He sighed again. You're gorgeous and brilliant and so... little, he tried to explain, feeling the small slender frame of Shinji's torso trapped in his arms, and Shinji's heart beating birdlike against him, so fucking perfect and beautiful and maybe not fragile at all, but somehow... fine, in the way that rare and expensive things were fine.

I'm big and rough and I break things, he finished, in a slightly grim tone. Maybe he's right. Maybe I'm not good for you. And oops. So did not mean to ever tell Shinji that.

[teagoblin.livejournal.com]

So Little? What the hell! Shinji was furious. That Kippei thought he was little, which he was but that was so beside the point, and that he thought Shinji wanted him to be anything but what he was. But mostly because Kippei thought he wasnt good enough. That made him see red, and with Yuushi numbing his thoughts he couldn't actually feel the way he was wildly deleting everything in range, clueless to who he might be hurting, only wanting that gone, erased, vanished from existence. His hands dug painfully into Kippei's shoulders, holding him hard and insistant while he glared and leant up to kiss him equally hard and insistant.

"Never. Say. That. Again." And then he remembered Yuushi was there and flushed, powers shutting down in embarassment.

[daredtygrz.livejournal.com]

Oshitari stared at the two of them with something of an irritated scowl on his face. One moment he'd been singing, and then he'd forgotten what he was doing. Petting Kii had come next, and he'd lost that bit of attention span as well.

Something had obviously been going on with Shinji and Tachibana, judging from expressions and body language alone, but when he'd started attempts at deducing exactly what, he kept losing his train of thought. It was absolutely frustrating.

It seemed like they'd been having some silent argument. Then he caught Shinji's small blush and felt his attention span return.

All he could do was wait patiently, the thought never crossing his mind that this was likely a private matter he shouldn't be witnessing. And all he could think was to wonder just what fool blunder Tachibana had made to make Shinji that angry...

[flamesword.livejournal.com]

Kippei kissed him back, relieved in spite of himself and holding on tightly, and he'd almost forgotten that Oshitari was still there, in the background. "I'm sorry," he murmured, feeling a little embarrassed himself for thinking something that Shinji so obviously disagreed with, and then he shot a slightly guilty look over Shinji's shoulder at Oshitari. He was sorry about that too. He hadn't meant to get the other mutant in trouble. Maybe Shinji had missed that part.

[teagoblin.livejournal.com]

Shinji wasn't furious anymore but he was still angry, and embarassed to top it off. He sat between them, trying to calm down and wishing he wasn't so white because it made his face look like a tomato when he blushed and this was just damn ridiculous.

"You're both idiots! You," he pointed at Yuushi, "are such a cocky bastard. You're good at everything and we know you're good at everything so stop rubbing people's noses in it, and you," Kippeis turn. "You should know better! And why the hell don't you like each other anyway, I like you both and Saeki and Kamio really like Yuushi, so I'm not the only one who thinks he's fine, and I really like Kippei, and Wings doesn't have a problem with him so its not like I'm nuts, and...I don't even know what the hell I'm on about!"

[daredtygrz.livejournal.com]

Eyes traveling down Shinji's accusing finger back up to the smaller mutant's face, Oshitari's eyebrow rose incredibly high.

"This might make far more sense if I had been included in your little tiff", he drawled a moment later, eyes shifting briefly to Tachibana.

So, the cat was out of the bag, so to speak? Well, he hadn't thought it would last so very long, personally. There was only so much they could do to mask their animosity towards one another. Something about Tachibana just rubbed him wrong; it was as simple and complicated as that.

[flamesword.livejournal.com]

Kippei shifted, pulling Shinji closer, more for his own comfort than to send any kind of message.

"Not a fight," he said tiredly. "I said..." He frowned in concentration, pulling it back from wherever Shinji had banished it to. "Maybe you were right," he told Oshitari. "About me." And he was still sorry, but Shinji was already mad at them both, so maybe it didn't matter anymore.

[daredtygrz.livejournal.com]

It only took one look at Shinji to guess how the other mutant felt about that comment. Oshitari mentally rolled his eyes. Of all the pointless, stupid...Now what was Tachibana's problem?

"As much as I enjoy hearing that I could be right", he began, sitting up and draping an arm around his knee, "Since when do you care what I think of you, Tachibana? Actually, since I do not believe you've suddenly started holding my opinions in any regard, I can only guess you are associating your own fool insecurities with what I may have said previously."

Frowning, he reached a hand out to flick the other mutant in the shoulder. "Is it not Shinji-kun's opinion that counts to you more? Fool."

[teagoblin.livejournal.com]

And now they were fighting. Great. Shinji reached out and grabbed hold of the both of them, took a deep breath and decided to hell with it; it wasn't like either one of them had anything in their heads with it. He deleted their reactions and yanked them hard together, ducking out of the way and listening to their heads smacking together. There, now he wasn't the only one with a dogaweful headache, and he felt much better.

[flamesword.livejournal.com]

Kippei grunted in pain and jerked away, rubbing his head, and glaring at Oshitari as if it had been his fault. Not helping, Shin! he complained.

He squeezed his eyes shut until the jarring ache faded, taking a deep breath. Aside from the fact that Oshitari was still an annoying prick and thought he knew it all, Shinji wanted them to get along and Kippei honestly did not care what Oshitari thought. He took another deep breath, pushing aside his annoyance, and then he sat back and wrapped his arms around one knee, shrugging.

"Shinji's opinion is the only one that matters. So now I know." He frowned at Oshitari. "And he likes you, which means he's a saint, because you are fucking hard to like." Not from lack of trying. Sort of. Maybe it was just that Oshitari liked Shinji to begin with. It was hard to even want to like somebody that thought you were a waste of space and time and breath.