TP5: Kippei and Shinji

[shattermelt]

Kippei spent a couple of long days checking on all the evacuees who might be his responsibility, attempting to determine that all of them had in fact, gotten out, and stubbornly refusing to allow himself to check on the whereabouts of Ibu Shinji until every other Fudomine resident who might have been affected by the order had been accounted for.

When he finally allowed himself to look, he realized that he really had no idea where Shinji might be found, whether he had been involved in trying to fix the problem or possibly been hurt when the breach itself had been discovered. Kippei had no idea, though he suspected that even if Shinji had been hurt he would still be in there helping to fix it or clean up or whatever else needed doing.

All that area was quarantined, however, and even ambassadors were not being allowed inside. At this point, Kippei did not care--after finding that no one he asked knew where Shinji was or how he was or had a contact number for him, and having ascertained that he was at least, not in medlab, Kippei reminded himself that Sada would need to know exactly what happened to her brother--never mind what he himself wanted, since that, he felt, was irrelevant.

Only mechanics and engineers and station security were being allowed into Grey and Brown sectors at the moment, which meant only their clearances were working on the access points. Kippei found a low-ranking member of security who probably would not be missed too soon, knocked him out from behind and searched his pockets. Unethical, illegal, and possibly stupid, but oh well. He wrapped a hooded cloak around himself in vague disguise, and headed into Grey to look for Shinji.

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[shattermelt.livejournal.com]

Kippei just stared at him. "I don't want to marry her," he growled irritably, and almost bit his tongue out in annoyance at what he had just admitted. Marrying, wtf? He'd never considered the idea of marrying anybody, and yet he'd just as much as admitted that it wasn't Sada but her brother that he'd want if he did. God, he was fucked. Shinji must think he was insane. Kippei wasn't too sure he was wrong.

"Go to bed," he said gruffly, shaking his head as he waited for Shinji to do just that before he left the room. Hell, he would leave right this minute to sort out his confusion in private, but part of him stubbornly refused to do so until he saw Shinji safely tucked away for some much needed rest.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Shinji just stared. What the hell was that meant to mean? Was the guy engaged? Betrothed? Was that why he seemed to have such a stick up his arse? He could have just said so! Shrugging, and a little peeved at once again being told what to do, Shinji nonetheless pulled the sheet and blanket once and slid in, still looking at Tachibana, who was..looking back. This was so weird. Did he want him to have nightmares of an angry Ambassador kicking him down the hall in the middle of the night or what? Asking for his burn cream back and skinning him when he said it had sunk in already? Okay...that one was gross already and he hadn't even dreamt it yet.

He decided the best option was to fake sleep, so he settled in as if he fully intended to do so.

"Good night, Tachibana-san."

[shattermelt.livejournal.com]

Kippei didn't answer, too disturbed and confused and angry at himself to respond. He leaned down without really thinking about it to tuck the blankets in more securely around Shinji's slender frame, making sure he was well covered, studying him with an expression that was torn between bemusement and annoyance and a kind of wistful tenderness, his eyes full of troubled questions as he stood for a moment just looking down at him, meeting the dark eyes looking back without really being aware of what he was doing, too caught up in the chaos in his head to realize that he was showing a great many things rather too openly, even if they were barely visible.

"Goodnight," he said softly, followed by an equally quiet command to turn off the lights, and in the darkness his hand almost lingered on Shinji's head for a moment, but drew back without quite touching as he turned away and left the room. Jesus, he was going to die. Rikkai wasn't going to kill him. Shinji was.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

What the hell...he was tucking him in. Shinji just stared at those hands, fascinated and more than a little dumbfounded. What the hell was Tachibana Kippei, who hated his guts doing tucking him in, unless he didn't in fact...hate his guts. Shinji looked up, startled and trying not to show it, meeting dark eyes a little questioningly and shocked at the odd look on Tachibana's face.

It was the face Shinji always dreamed of living next to, and it was stuck on that hellishly sexy body. Besmused, annoyed, wistful...caring. Almost tender. And it was asking him questions Shinji didn't think were possible. He waited until it was dark and he heard Tachibana's door shut and he sat up, looking over the top of the couch at Tachibana's bedroom door. Who the hell...

Tachibana Kippei was the most confusing bastard to ever live. Hands down.