towerofanimus | It's Only Them

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[au1] sou "kit" kigetsuki

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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"Really?" That made Sou's brow raise. In his world, they were enemies. Now something was definitely off.

This whole conversation from the beginning has him on shaky ground. What is he supposed to say?

"Well, that's deflating." Sou rubbed the back of his neck. He was caught between confusion and anger. "You're not going to be much fun if you don't remember. Oh well." He shrugged.

You could lie to him.

"Now where's the fun in that?" Sou seemed to be talking to no one in particular at that moment in his response.

You're an idiot. Don't you get it? You could toy with his memories and make him your puppet. It'll be easy.

Sou whispered with gritted teeth. "Oh, do shut up."

"Rember what?" Obviously this person remembered him. Perhaps he should ask Elian about that, because he was clearly at a disadvantage here.

He opened his mouth to reply to the first comment, then closed it when the man growled at someone to shut up. It looked fairly obvious that he was speaking to someone who wasn't there.

Sou put his hand over his left eye as if he's been struck in the face. "Never mind. Just...I'm not going to explain it. If you don't remember, what's the point?" He laughed in his throat.

Now that's a switch. Usually you look for a fight and now you're going to walk away from it?

"Oh please." With the Tokunatusu gone, all that was left was the insanity. His power was reduced greatly to nothing more than the uncontrollable element. The Alter was destroyed. He looked to Ryuho and dropped his hand.

He spotted the way Ryuho wanted to respond. "So? Say something."

"You're talking to yourself." Ryuho stated, perfectly deadpan. The implication os 'you are clearly insane' was not said directly, but would be an obvious implication from the aforementioned talking to self.

"Shut up!" Sou's hand quickly lashed up and a stream of hot air pushed forward toward Ryuho's direction. "I didn't ask for a therapy session!"

Then again, Sou did ask for it when he asked Ryuho to say something. Sou was certainly an odd one to speak to and post death, he didn't change for the better.

Ryuho stumbled back from the attack, putting up his arms to stop himself. He recognized an alter now, and clearly this was another person from his world.

"You told me to talk."

"You're an idiot." He scoffed. "You never followed my orders. What makes me think that you doing so now would change my mind about you!?" He was clearly struggling with something far more than just a voice in his head.

Sou never had acceptance from anyone inside HOLY or the Mainland. The constant rejection and the dissolve of his own family bonds made him wild and unpredictable despite his refined appearance. He hated himself for it and it was manifesting in the treatment of others. Even now, he can't stop it.

"We were NEVER friends!" Another push, this one was much harder than the last. Unable to form the Burning Summer, unable to control his emotional turbulence, he was slowly becoming consumed by that very force that he thought he could control.

"I don't remember you at all, one way or another."

Like the confrontation with Elian, Ryuho was faced with the frustration that the person who he was talking to knew him, and knew his past, and kept referencing things that he didn't remember.

Sou stopped his attack yet the scowl on his face indicated that he wasn't pleased.

"So, it's true." Sou looked hurt, forgotten and even worse, rejected. He wasn't sure what to believe anymore. Everyone his entire life treated him like a monstrous creature that wasn't worth talking to much less listen to and Ryuho hadn't budged nor did he run away. He stayed.

Sou inhaled deeply as he tried to figure out what to do. His head turned to look around, following his eyes. It was apparent that he was broken inside on so many levels. His hand touched his forehead again where he remembered that flash of being killed by a sniper's bullet. "You...never lied."

"So, what's true? I don't remember anything, I don't know what you're referring to."

There isn't Ryuho's usual deadpanness or hardness, he sounds perplexed and like someone who would rather help than fight.

He rolled his eyes and his head rolled with them to the side with a disinterested sigh. "I already told you. You don't lie. I'm not holding your hand. You're not my type."

He almost looked disgusted at first and shuddered visibly at the mental image. It was vivid enough to almost make him physically ill.

Ryuho raised an eyebrow, feeling a little disconnected from the man's bizarre way of speaking.

"You're not making any sense."

"Bah." He pushed at the air that was nothing more than faded residual heat from his hands as he turned toward the staircase to leave the area.

I can't BELIEVE YOU! You're turning your back to him? He'll kill you.

"Un." Sou growled in his throat. "He's not the Ryuho I know. All the lights are on by no one's home." He whipped around and pointed at Ryuho dramatically. "THAT'S NOT RYUHO!"

Ryuho blinked again, since it was definately apparent that this man was talking to himself, or at least someone that he imagined to be there.

"What is your name?" He wanted to ask Elian about this man.

"Sou Kigetsuki. I'm surprised you asked." He practically shrugged it off at this point. He didn't have a lot to lose this time. He has nothing here to lose other than his life. His sanity is apparently gone. His powers are waning, his choices are poor and without a solid foundation, he's nothing more than a shell that has lost the light.

He looked at his hands for a moment then back to Ryuho with his hands closing into fists. "Why?"

"You are not well." Ryuho answered, actually worried for the man, but still gauging if he was a danger or not.

"Why what?" Although he might have been talking to the voices in his head again for all he knew.

Sou broke into a shattered laughter that depicted his insanity even further. "Tell me something I don't know." He sneered. "I asked why you care so damn much. You hated me. Back home, we didn't talk like this...you're confusing me!"

He's going to kill you.

"I said shut up! You're getting in the way, Banka. I don't want to talk to you." Distressed and in pain, his hands go to his head, his fists grip his hair.

Aw, Master doesn't want me anymore?

"You left." He breathed out.

"I don't remember back home at all." Ryuho admitted, still calm, although he was prepared to fight back if the man attacked him.

He remained silent after that, noticing that Sou's next comments were clearly directed towards someone inside his head.

"Calm down."

Sou fell to his knees. His head hurt to the point of unbearable pain. It wasn't a matter of being calm as it was trying to keep the pain from forcing him to pass out.

He remembered the sniper's bullet even if it was a flash. Things like that he wanted to forget and it was clear over and over. The red flash of his own blood covered his eyes was all he saw when he closed his eyes.

His own memories were scattered. "You make it sound so easy." He forced back the tears as he started to shake.

Ryuho opened his eyes in alarm. "Do you need medical attention?" He was halfway to simply going to call for it anyway. Although it seemed odd that it would be physical pain, his own arms had been healed when he arrived.

The psychological pain was all in his head than physical. It was making him lightheaded from the trauma. He looked up slowly toward Ryuho.

"They're not going to help me. Why would they?"

"They took the time to take you here. Did you bother reading the letters?" He didn't approach, but he was ready to help if he needed to.

"What letters?" Sou looked up at Ryuho with confusion. He wasn't told anything about the letters. It was as if no one cared enough to mention anything to him which really made him feel more like an outsider than a resident.

"They would have been there when you woke up. Did you look?"

"No." He felt incredibly stupid for not taking the time to look when he was in such a terrible mental state. He didn't really give much thought to anything since his awakening and how off center he felt both mentally and physically.

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