towerofanimus | It's Only Them

Characters: Sou and YOU
Setting: Room 2-04 then everywhere there after
Format: I'll match.
Summary: Sou is looking around and he's not happy.
Warnings: A terribly ill tempered "prince"...violence, pretty much anything can happen.

Dorms
Sou's awakening was nothing more than graceful. He rolled out of bed with a terrible headache. He didn't take a look at his surroundings as he leaned over to rub the pain from his temples.

He stood and immediately he knew something was definitely wrong. He was alive. He felt the heavy hit to the back of his head before everything had gone black. The sniper's hit was on target. Why is he here?

He didn't bother to look in his trunk. He didn't bother to give a damn about who was in here or not. He needed answers and he certainly wasn't going to be someone's prisoner. He didn't notice his indigo collar either.

Tower Floors
Still not satisfied with what he learned, he took it upon himself to explore. He didn't care about the warnings, if he ever got any. He didn't care about the opinions others had of him. That came with territory. He didn't bother with the system to ask stupid questions. He already knew that he wasn't in Japan and even worse he was on the hunt.

Nineteen and hot headed, he had no interest in anyone's personal lives and it showed on his face. There was no time for idle chit-chat when he had his own agenda. Any monsters in his way were faced with a very angry fire Alter user.

"Who's in charge?" He shouted out.

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Without turning to look at the one that shouted back the response, he lifted his hand and dispersed the flames as if they didn't exist though the charred remains showed otherwise as he absorbed the heat and shot it out in a concentrated blast as if to cast it aside.

"Lovely. I shall ask them to tea." His tone held a sarcastic bite as he turned around.

"It doesn't matter anymore why I'm here. I can see that clearly. Your housekeeping staff could use the work." He smirked.

…Interesting, he mused in silence, watching with unveiled intrigue. Fire techniques, similar to the Uchiha clan.

Fortunately, sarcasm, he could understand, most of the time. “If you can find them. Though, I doubt there would be enough of them left to take tea with you.”

Gaara stared at him impassively, appearing unfazed by the extinguishing flames. The other man was probably a new arrival. It didn’t seem like he was panicking.

“My staff?” The redhead released a low grunt of disdain. “I wouldn’t lay claim to any of the employees in this tower. My people are…” he paused briefly, and then shook his head before continuing with, “You can be as difficult as you please. It will only elicit reprisal.”

Gaara's response made Sou laugh. There was no sense hiding what he was now that he's seen as just another person in this place. "Huh, well I suppose this only means that I'll have to talk to them directly."

His demeanor took a drastic shift to something else entirely contrast to what he was showing just a second ago. "Oh dear." He put his finger to his chin. "I must've done it again."

His dark blue eyes looked from the scene and back to Gaara. "It's not important any more. I'll talk to them when I'm ready."

While other humans or normal civilians might be wary of someone with supernatural techniques, most shinobi were capable of the same. The Suna ninja would definitely note this one’s abilities, but he had no reason to fear him, even if he did somehow manage to incite his wrath. He wasn’t helpless.

“Done ‘it’ again?” He repeated.

How confident he was, that he could actually find the same people the other inhabitants had been trying to locate for quite some time. Gaara smirked slightly and replied in a cool tone, “If you do happen to come across those individuals, the others would appreciate being notified.”

Sou's mind nearly snapped back to the time that the government tried to use that same excuse on him which made him destroy the facility that was experimenting on Alter users and creating clones. He hated being used for that purpose and the refinement he went through created the monster be became.

His head snapped toward Gaara, and his expression changed to a sneer. "And why would I do that? I'm an Alter user! I don't answer to you or to anyone else!"

“......”

An Alter user? Wasn’t that… the same as Elian? Another one from his world?

His stoic expression betrayed no sign of recognition at that term. It wouldn’t be smart to reveal too much crucial information, particularly toward a stranger.

Gaara continued to speak calmly and rationally, similar to the way one would placate a child; “Because it would be beneficial for them. Alternatively, you can choose to be selfish, but then it would be difficult for you to gain their trust.”

"Heh." The scoff sounded more like a squeak than an act of disinterest. His fluid moods really didn't help his predictability much. Still too chaotic to control himself, he wasn't in the mood to explain himself either despite it being an inevitable outcome.

Gaara did have a point and the voice in his head made it hard for him to hear himself think. "Interesting. You know, that concept does ring a bell."

Stop acting dumb.

Temperamental and spontaneously reactive, he mused in mental assessment. He would need to be cautious around him, in case he was unstable. He also made a note to ask Elian about this individual later.

A description might be sufficient, but just in case; “What is your name?”

"Kit. Although to many, it's just Kigetsuki. My given name is of little consequence." It wasn't like his given name mattered much anyway. He had too many other things to worry about than talk about his name.

"And yours? It's only fair that you give it now that you asked for mine." He grinned with immature smugness.

He nodded in acknowledgment, and then answered with indifference, “My name is Gaara.”

He had been on patrol for some time. Hopefully, his shift was over by now. After checking back at the station, he could do whatever he pleased.

“There are stronger monsters on the higher floors of the tower,” he informed the other, thinking there was little reason to warn him to be cautious. With those parting words, he turned away and walked toward the stairs.

"That's a challenge I'm willing to take." His fists clinched, his jaw set. He couldn't form Tokunatsu and he could even control the Burning Summer properly anymore. All that was left was the chaos that he became.

It really didn't matter to him as long as he got his fill of violence. Internally, he hated himself for what he became but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He was dead as far as he was concerned and this place, whatever it was, brought him back. Now it was finding that reason that made him angry. No one could tell him what he needed to hear.

He watched Gaara walk away with a scowl. He looked over his shoulder and blew off the damage as nothing more than a pathetic attempt. It almost seemed pointless now and he dropped his shoulders with a roll to his eyes. It just didn't matter anymore as he left the floor.

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