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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

         His eyes are narrowed, a fist has a strong grip around steel with full force applied on it. He’s blocking a familiar weapon from crossing any further, preventing it from piercing him any more than what is needed. There’s a strange feeling climbing from his gut to his chest and analyzing it at the moment would end up with his head on the ground. And yet… He observes his enemy with a look. His lips haven’t changed from a smirk since they started clashing. He feels like he can’t stop them from making this same shape. There’s a rush to his brain as he manages  to push him off with all his strength. Of course, he knows that the monster on the other end will come back full swing. He expects it, desires it, wishes for it.

   Maybe, it made him a crazy person. Maybe, he was losing his mind. He wasn’t sure anymore. All he could tell was that he loved tasting the blood falling from between them both. A carnal urge had overtaken him. He wasn’t the man he usually was, at least, not near him. He couldn’t be. This man had done what so, many before him could never do. He had shattered his pride. That little fact had made this even more gratifying than any other victory he had ever gotten. 

   In a calculated maneuver, he managed to get the upper hand. His tonfas clashed against his enemy’s face and within moments, Hibari had him pinned between himself and a wall. His smirk could only widen as he observed the man opposing him. Bloodied, beaten, but he knew he’d move again and they’d repeat this all over again.

                                                      ❝ Is that all for you? ❞

for encompassed in the other's wrath, in this beguiling, transitory obsession of theirs he found for himself, a breath of humanity. a fools endeavour should it be, to tear open the husk of a mortal coil and reveal its bitter innards to one as closed off as hibari but, that was the vulnerability he found within their little encounters and how repulsively intoxicating it had become.

his laugh flitters through an eventide's breeze, macilent frame heaves with the desperate need for air, gazes transfixed. the metal is cool against his skin, it's familiar, a sensation he'd come to relish. ❝  all for me you ask  ?  ❞  oh,  how the ensuing sound is dulcet in spite of belonging to a man lost to sanity. canting his head, his gaze, the curvature of his lips, mocks hibari, coaxes him to continue their little charade.