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Kidnapping

I’m gonna dump a couple of of skype threads onto here, all of which are within the psycho-pass verse. Because of the sheer length of them, I’m not going to work on formatting them, and formatting from skype are going to be lost

Word count: 48k Warnings: drug use, kidnapping, incest, violence, just generally dark uncomfortable themes

angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥ : @fujuun ₍₍ ◝(•̀ㅂ•́)◟ ⁾⁾ // (✿´‿`) : @mikleotheenforcer Cherry || ofelysia: @elysalark // @kokuunokamen // @squiire Gemi | aoxre : @laurxlle

[2016-02-08 9:55:28 PM] ₍₍ ◝(•̀ㅂ•́)◟ ⁾⁾: The day after tomorrow… he just needed to be sure that his division was the one to respond to the explosion, then slip toward the back of the area, to that other building. It was such a proximity that it would not trip anyone’s suspicions, that the tracker in his arm would not tip anyone off to his jaunt away. Just keep it to himself, just fine. And with that, he counted down the hours. One day passed, then the next, 10AM, 11AM…

The report at noon did not surprise him- an explosion, unknown casualties (it would be none, he knew), but response from Division I was immediately required. They could make it in ten minutes; that gave him twenty to get from the front of the wreckage to the building around back…. Just needed to keep his head on straight... [2016-02-08 11:35:09 PM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Constant double-overs that everything was in place — just a bit eccentric he was about the whole plan, but it was Leo for God's sakes, of course he would be nervous. A one-on-one, an actual conversation to be held in private with his most important brother. Why else wouldn't he feel a bit anxious? Time strikes noon, a beep from his phone chiming for the beginning of his mission. MWPSB Headquarters were — approximately, ten minutes away? If Leo... no, when Leo arrived, it should be a bit after that. Ten to fifteen minutes, give or take — a bunch of useless calculating in his mind, patting a tazer kept in his back pocket that was somewhat heavy. In the other, syringes safely capped and tucked away so he wouldn't stab himself. ( Now, that would hurt. ) Biding his time impatiently, the ten minute mark hits, and he knows it — this is when it truly would begin, listening in to a distant cacophony of police sirens and people. It seemed to have caused a ruckus in the general area — not that it really mattered. A diversion was a diversion, and Leo was his only concern.

He'd been waiting far too long for this moment, and all he wanted was to hear that voice of his, to see his face, to hold him in his arms — his twin brother, so precious and dear. Mikleo's body virtually quaked at the thought of meeting him like this, ready to face his quite adamant demeanour. But it would all change, with a little bit of force. The idea of Leo falling into his arms drove the man into an ever more passionate will to go through with this. Leo was his, not a dog of the PSB. Reunions were sweet; full of love, maybe even romantic, and he wanted Leo to experience that. To understand his feelings and to accept them. After all... he cared so much for him.

The sound of the door creaking open drops his arms by his sides, only to await the enforcer with a grin — and blissful silence. [2016-02-08 11:42:24 PM] *** ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ has renamed this conversation to "KIDNAPPING AHOY" *** [2016-02-08 11:50:15 PM] ₍₍ ◝(•̀ㅂ•́)◟ ⁾⁾: A perimeter- that's what he'd called for. Leo needed to distance himself from the others, and there was nothing like 'securing the surroundings' to isolate them all from one another. Sure, it meant he had to forfeit knowing that the others were safe, but... could he trust Mikleo? Well, no, of course not, but he could trust that letter. If this psychopath was as obsessed with him like this, then he would not compromise the opportunity to meet with him.

The building was burned a bit, the sulfur still crisp in the air as he moved around the back of the wreckage. There was only one building- the others were just construction trailers-, so it was easy to pick up where he was meant to go. He stopped for a moment at the door, taking a steeling breath. He had his Dominator. He had backup, whether they knew he was putting himself in peril or otherwise (at least they were there). This wasn't stupid... well, not if it went well. He just needed to disarm Mikleo. Whatever he was trying to accomplish, it was not an idle chat. It was the trick up his sleeve Leo needed to anticipate. His heart twittered like hummingbird wings in his chest as he pushed down the handle, slowly opening the door.

The creak was unnerving. He supposed it was fitting, given the state of the building and the tenseness of the moment. Think of it like in a novel- of course the door would creak in order to imbue the scene with an ominous air, something to put the reader on edge. Just like the dusting dancing through the sun streams in the windows, or the dirt of the floor that was either never finished or simply designed this way. A warehouse, after all, didn't exactly need proper flooring. The crates around were concerning, too; too many areas to hide in, too much for one person to watch their own backs alone. He needed to exercise as much caution as he could.

Leo brought his Dominator up, scanning the area as best he could. Nothing, it picked up nothing. Was he... not there...? No way...

And he entered with light steps. Caution... care... do not be caught off guard. [2016-02-09 12:03:13 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Mikleo's not one for surprises, but he couldn't help wanting to give him a bit of a shock — well, Leo might be a bit on edge, but maybe a bit of a 'Surprise, it's me!' entrance would be more friendly than jumping right into it. Hidden in an abode of crates, it wasn't until the door closed behind Leo that the man got into stance, ready to jump. Surprise him, maybe with a bit of retaliation, a chat — knock him out, and drag him away. Of course, with Copycat's help, his little girl hidden across on the other end. She simply had to wait until he was done before departing — after all, he wanted to be the one to do this himself. It was his brother, after all. Being a hands-on person or not, when it came to family, it became a matter between the two of them.

Listening for a few more footsteps, the quiet echo of his shoes rang out through the room quite loudly. Mikleo could spot the lights of his Dominator, a sky blue light slowly moving into the room to indicate a slow descent into the warehouse. It was quite roomy, but there wasn't much to look at. Furtively, he matched his steps as stealthy as possible. Once he was just a little more than a metre away, he dove off his feet and tackled his brother with wide arms, smiling brightly. It was something so uncommon for a character such as him to show such childlike innocence; but it was Leo, after all. " Brother! ", he called out, arms wrapped around his chest, " I've been waiting for you. " [2016-02-09 12:08:07 AM] ₍₍ ◝(•̀ㅂ•́)◟ ⁾⁾: Not to be caught off guard, that was the goal. Leo was meticulous with the scanner, but the Sibyl system saw no one. It was not a flawless system, but shouldn't it have helped him more than this? He scowled, paranoia creeping into his mind. He was here, Mikleo had to be here. A bit further into the warehouse and still nothing ahead of him. This was ridiculous. Surely-- Unless it was another trap. Another explosion. Surely he hadn't lead him away so that he could harm the others- no, he'd promised-- why was he trusting the words of a man deluded into believe he was his--

"Brother!"

Leo twisted on his heel just in time for the man to leap at him- target is not a threat- grabbing him tightly around the chest. Waiting to see him? Good, wait to see this-- Leo couldn't shoot him but damn it all if he couldn't try to fight him. And so he brought the Dominator around in a wide swing, aiming for the side of Mikleo's head- [2016-02-09 12:28:46 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: " ——Ngh! "

Getting hit by a Dominator with full force hurt a lot more than he thought. The man wasn't shaken, gripping onto him as a form of dealing with the pain, but his head pounded. Just a bit of a headache, but he could take it for him — besides, it wasn't that bad. Surely, he could hit much harder than that. Did Mikleo want to know? Perhaps. Releasing his grip around him, Mikleo was still able to smile through the pain, glancing around at the rather dark surroundings. Only so much light let in from a minimal amount of windows, a few gentle sun beams peeking through. " It's a bit dark — oh, well. " His gaze focuses on Leo once again, his heart pounding and bursting with adrenaline. He'd been waiting for so, so long!

" By the way, that's not how you greet someone, " he scolded gently, his palm rubbing his head in an attempt to relieve the pain. " It's quite rude, don't you think? At least I gave you a hug, instead. " It doesn't seem like he's trying to get anywhere with this conversation, but at the same time, it seems to be anticipating something — more. From the grin on his lips to his rather comfortable stance, he's oddly pleased about something, despite getting attacked with a Dominator. ( Though, he supposes it's his fault for catching him off guard. ) The distance feels nice to him — not too far, not too close. Less than a metre, but otherwise a hopefully comfortable distance for Leo. After all, he wanted him to feel comfortable in his presence. " You seem to be skeptical about something, brother. If something's the matter, you can tell me. "

" —but I really did just want to talk to you. That's what I've wanted all this time. " [2016-02-09 12:42:17 AM] ₍₍ ◝(•̀ㅂ•́)◟ ⁾⁾: Other than the initial grunt, this man seemed.... undeterred. Leo stared down at him, baffled as he started talking about the light in the room. He'd just hit him with a Dominator. What was wrong with him? Was he seriously scolding him like a joke after that? He struggled a bit where he was, but finally Mikleo let him go and he took a generous step back. "Forgive me." he said, sarcasm practically palpable in his words. "My manners've gotten a little rusty, much more toward your sort." Well, what he saw his sort as. Sibyl, blast it, couldn't seem to see what a human did... why though?

He felt his lips draw back into a sneer. Something wrong? Oh surely there was- he was alone in a room with a psycho who believed himself to be his brother. "Then talk. Quickly." he said. "What's this about? What do you really want?" He had five minutes to spit something out, and then that wristcom would probably start going off for a report. [2016-02-09 12:59:36 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: What he really wanted? Once the whole evil intent is removed, it was what is was -- the sole desire to see his brother again. Meeting him so often like this would only nurture a growing bliss in his heart, able to feel his body fall into sweet ecstasy whenever they met. It was overwhelming, really -- not letting his subconscious get the better of him, his fingers entwined with each other, mischevious. " Like I said, I only wanted to see and talk with you. There's truly no other intent behind this. A simple hello, perhaps a 'how are you' -- and a regular conversation, ideally. " His feet take a step forward, Mikleo attempting to appear as harmless as possible. After all, what could he do if Leo was afraid?

" I've been waiting to meet you privately, just like this. It's nearly impossible to see each other outside of your missions, so... I made one so I could see you. " But that's when his tone darkens, his bright expression taking a different turn. It seems far more malicious, though not a word speaks about it. " But... I want to see you much more than this. I've wondered if it would be a problem to stay with you a bit longer... but seeing that you have to report back, it's not possible. "

A few steps forward, keeping him close. " That's why... I've decided to make that dream come true. It will become reality -- we'll be together, forever. " [2016-02-09 1:24:04 AM] Gemi | aoxre: Hiding in the shadows, beneath barrels and boxes that mask even the slightest inkling of her presence, she's waiting. Keen ears listening, her cue would be soon. Why he was so determined to have this horrendous copy in his arms was something she doubted she'd ever understand, but his word was absolute and despite how much she wanted to argue, she'd never second guess his order. And so she listens, watches through a small hole and her blood boils when the Dominator makes contact with the side of Mikleo's head. She almost dove out into view right then, lithe frame shaking as she seethed in silence. How dare he... How dare he so much as lay a finger on him...!

The rudeness in his voice, every movement of his actions, she hated him. Despised him. Wished him dead. Yet Mikleo was so fervent in his desires... how could she go against them? The answer was simple, she couldn't. Her life was Mikleo's, every part of her was his. She was his treasure so much as he was her entire world. She loved him, after all and not a thing he said went questioned on her end.

Just like now, as she watched him approach his twin image, the sign that it was time for her to move. A blur of chesnut hair, leaping over the boxes that had been her cover with a fluid grace unmatched, she was running with a speed unseen directly towards that wretched target. Her expression was of pure hatred, seething fury with alabaster teeth gritted so tight her jaw ached and fists white-knuckled. Her steps were nearly soundless against the concrete while the distance between her and the target rapidly decreased before a seamless jump launched her in the air and the sole of her shoe connected with the side of his temple. With as much grace as she started, she landed on her feet before running a hand through those long tresses, a glance cast towards Mikleo's direction.

"... This was enough, right?" [2016-02-09 1:36:16 AM] ₍₍ ◝(•̀ㅂ•́)◟ ⁾⁾: Leo stared with unbridled suspicion as Mikleo spoke, his eyes narrowed, teeth grinding hard enough that he could hear them scrape past one another. To talk? Please. If he wanted to talk, send him a text message or shoot him something over the internet; talking was simple. This was something else entirely. He had intent, motive, and crime theories stated that a target, a locale, and a willing perpetrator were all you needed. Well, there it was, all in black and white, and he took another step back. His Dominator was useless, but still in his hands. Well, blunt force was better than nothing if he tried anything funny.

He shook his head. "You know how insane you sound." he spat, chest tightening as the tone of the conversation seemed to plummet into the abyss. No, this wasn't just an idle chat. There was something malevolent to this, an ulterior motive. He needed to root it out, keep him talking--

Footsteps?

There was someone else! As much as he wanted to shout a contrary "like hell" back at Mikleo's sentiment, the sudden tip off was far more concerning. Were he only a touch faster, perhaps he could have at least lessened the impact, but as it was, the figure was too fast. The strike landed true, and disorientation left him reeling as he collapsed to his knees with a shout. His hand flew up to his head. His head was swimming, throbbing where he'd been hit, and his whole body felt almost tingling with a wave of nausea and adrenaline. Under fire; he was under attack, and this guy-- girl?

Get your head on straight- being idle meant being endangered. Weakly, fighting the overwhelming vertigo that threatened to level him, he pulled up his Dominator. Who was with Mikleo- find her face, remember it- if nothing else, it was a clue, something to tell the others, intelligence to use in the future-- [2016-02-09 1:47:22 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: " I can't let you do that. "

As his words coo lovingly, he whips out the taser from his back pocket, immediately putting it to use. Nobody should know about Copycat -- that was simply unneeded danger for her, something that he wouldn't want Leo to remember. Being so precious so him, he couldn't let her get taken away from him -- Mikleo watched as his body fell limp after the shock, slowly pulling out a syringe from his other pocket. He pops the cap off, flipping his weakened brother over, gracing him with a smile.

His hands did quick work with his sleeves, rolling them up before he could find time to resist -- a prick, and the sedative finds its way into his bloodstream. Hopefully, effective as promised. " I'm doing this for the both of us, brother. I promised you, didn't I? " Placing the syringe back in his pocket, his hand outstretched towards Leo's cheek, brushing his cool palm to his skin. " We'll be together. " Following the shape of his jaw, his palm traced around and embraced his skin, his smile only growing wider. Bliss tugged at the corners of his lips, begging him to express this happiness evermore.

" I'll always be with you, brother. "

Mikleo waited, until he could barely respond. [2016-02-09 2:08:13 AM] ₍₍ ◝(•̀ㅂ•́)◟ ⁾⁾: The zap caused him to cry out again- they'd been prepared for this, he screwed up, fuck he screwed up -, the Dominator tumbling out of his hands and thumping loudly against the ground. Surprisingly heavy, that mechanism was, and depressingly useless in the time he'd needed it most. Strength fled him entirely as he slumped to the side, feeling small convulsions from the leftover shock. It wasn't nearly as humane as the stunner, the impact point hurting, but his consciousness still barely hanging on.

With what little awareness he had, he knew he was boned. He had no strength, no ability to move, but the panic in his chest welled dangerously. He was at their damn mercy wasn't he, something he doubted Mikleo or whoever his damn lacky was possessed. And Mikleo rolled him over, rolling his sleeve. Leo wanted to flinch away, to protest as he saw the needle catch the light- needles? no, no no no stop he didn't want--. A small gasp was elicited as he felt the prick, the heat of whatever concoction he was injecting shoot up his arm. This was bad- his heart thrummed wildly despite him consciously telling it to stop. That would just spread it faster, whatever it was that would make it worse- don't panic, don't panic do...n't... p...a n..... ic.....

His eyes rolled a bit uselessly for a moment, his focus drifting as the drugs took effect. Something was touching his face, and he was vaguely aware of a distaste for such a motion. He hardly liked anyone touching him in the first place, much less when he wasn't aware of who it was. And with a short groan of discontent- brother? no, not... let me ...g o... -, Leo's eyes flicked closed. [2016-02-09 6:00:48 PM | Removed 6:01:23 PM] Gemi | aoxre: This message has been removed. [2016-02-09 6:14:45 PM] Gemi | aoxre: He'd kept her appearance shielded, standing between her and the target so he wouldn't see her face. The act of defense on her behalf made her heart flutter, she steps back in order to allow him space to act while keeping her hair over her features just in case his vision was still clear enough to find her. The sound of him hitting the floor was pleasant to her ears, caramel hues staring as the needle was presented and his face darkened as the drug took its effect. So much effort for someone like this...

A sigh escaped her once the copy had finally lapsed into a restless unconsciousness, removing a knife from her pocket. Time was reaching its end before the tracker set off its signals to his whereabouts. If it came to that, then this entire event would have been useless. Glancing at Mikleo, she spoke low and soft. A warning that he already knew of.

"I cannot be gentle taking it out of his arm. Do not get mad at me."

It wouldn't prevent her from having her way with it, she wouldn't be gentle in any regard. Momentarily she wondered if she could ' accidentally ' cause more harm than intended... No, Mikleo would notice it. Just enough to take the device out of his arm. A neat little incision, roughly removing the device before a plausible job of stitching the wound to avoid excessive bleeding. A quick job, one she'd trained for just for this purpose. She only wished he could have felt the pain.

"There, finished. Where shall I take him?" [2016-02-09 7:39:53 PM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: " I've already plotted out a map for our directions. Once we get out of this general area, the number of scanners should decrease. Until then, we'll avoid people and Sybil — so all you have to do is follow right behind me. "

His hand ruffles her hair gently, petting her once or twice to give acknowledgement but not to ruin the hairstyle that he'd lovingly done for her. The faint lustre of chestnut locks tied in a loose bun is adorable, proud of his 'expertise' in dressing her up. She was like a little doll of his, responding to his every beck and call. She was controlled by puppet strings, but was so obedient that force was unnecessary. Copycat; so loyal, she even took a strong liking to him, perhaps a form of love — Mikleo, he loved her just as dearly. She was like a daughter to him, a child that he would never have but achieved, growing with more love and affection versus the destructive attention his uncle gave him. She would be treated like a treasure. Copycat was precious to him and wouldn't leave him, either. They were bound by fate, connected by a red string that would seal their life and death, together.

" You did an amazing job, Copycat. I'm proud of you. " And they were not false words, he truly was proud. She'd managed to sneak up on his brother and knock him down with her foot, her quick footing making her appear as if she could dance midair. Her style was almost graceful in the way she seemed to go on the offense — sort of like a thorny rose, she was. Embracing her ever so gently, Mikleo held her close to his chest with his lips curved in a broad smile.

" I'll tell you once we're near, but I have transportation prepared. You don't have to carry Leo, either. " [2016-02-12 3:10:49 PM] Gemi | aoxre: Oh how her elation only grew with that affectionate approval granted by her caretaker. Cheeks flushed a pleasant shade of rose when honey-like words graced her ears and that soft, coveted touch that tousled long tresses in their fashionable hairstyle. Her heartbeat was fervent in her chest, she could swear she was on cloud nine in his embrace. She had done it, she had made him proud. Happy. Her aggravation towards the unconscious copy was momentarily forgotten when in Mikleo's arms, she could have remained there until the end of time and never be satisfied.

"... Anywhere you will go, I will follow."

The words weren't hollow, she would have gladly followed him into the depths of hell and back without so much as a single argument. There was no turning back when she had reached out her hand to take his on that night when he had saved her. When he had told her to come with him, she had entrusted every part of herself to him without regret. He doted on her, loved her, and raised her with a passion she had found nowhere else. Mikleo was her savior, how else could she pay him back for all of his kindness other than this?

"I will keep away from scanners. I know where they are located. Shall we move, then?" [2016-02-14 3:20:20 PM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Hoisting his brother over his shoulder, he smiled at her continuous loyalty, pleased with how hardworking the young girl was. " Yes, " Mikleo responded softly, " it's time to go. Tell me if you need to rest, okay? There are some spots where we can take a break. " The route taken was planned to the smallest detail, considering multiple situations -- would they get caught in different areas, he had a map and a plan burned in his mind. Even prepared for resting and hiding spots, it was obvious that Mikleo was unwilling to let his brother go. All of this trouble -- he would do it for his sake. The duo fled the warehouse, pleased with the distant police sirens, the cries of chaos -- so far, all was going by the original plan.

The adrenaline of escape and the sheer thought of having Leo all to himself, the speed of his heartbeat picked up, an intense sensation drowning him in an odd ecstasy. He could just be Leo, not a dog of the MWPSB forces; oh, his dear brother was so much more than a fighter. The list of what he appreciated about him was infinite, an undying love for his twin that kept him going. Escaping with this feeling of love, it took no time for him and Copycat to reach their destination once hitting the next district.

"Leo... aren't you happy? It'll be me and you. There's no one to get in our way now." It seemed to be that though he knew he was unconscious, Mikleo still spoke lovingly towards his brother in hopes that he would hear his words. [2016-02-15 10:50:32 PM] (✿´‿`): ------

Leo stirred and immediately regretted it. Pain- a dull ache through his entire body ( stunned? Had Rose gotten him again? Damn... ), as well as a sharp one through the side of his head... and his arm was throbbing... He moved to sit up, the wood of the floor cool against his cheek confusing him further. The whole world felt like it was underwater, so why...?

Why were his hands bound? The tie was tight around his wrists- too tight, it was biting into his wrists. His eyes flew open, and he used his core to sit himself upright. Vertigo overwhelmed him ( how long had he been laying there? ), and Leo fell back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes again. Whoa... what kind of mess had he gotten himself into this time...? He breathed heavily, trying to still the swaying of the world. Was he actually on a boat? It almost felt like it, the current rocking him back and forth as the memories slowly dripped back to him. The warehouse, Mikleo, the unnamed woman, and he--

His eyes flicked open, lavender hues rolling over the room. He needed to grasp his surroundings, needed to come up with a plan. If he was with Mikleo, he needed to get away as quick as possible; bounds or none, surely Leo was clever enough for an escape plan. The room had the feeling of an old rustic lodge, one of the ones Gramps had told him older men used to use for hunting in the wooded countryside before the days of Sibyl. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, were all paneled wood, the hue of which he couldn't discern because of the atrocious lack of light. There was a small light bulb, dim, flickering, suspended from the center of the roof. Its actual luminescence was deplorable at best, offering little relief for his strained eyes. And the bed ( seriously, Mikleo, why did you drop him on the floor when there was a perfectly good bed over there? ) was neatly made, tucked in the corner furthest from him. A briefcase laid in wait beneath the bed, and Leo could feel a bit of a nervous eeriness looking at it. Something.... was there something to that box? Whatever it was, he didn't want to linger to find out.

There didn't seem to be anything to cut himself free. Well there went plan one. Even the window behind him was boarded over, the small rays of sunlight that cut through it the only betrayal that a window was there to begin with. He groaned softly, cursing beneath his breath. He'd made a damn mess of things this time, hadn't he? [2016-02-15 11:35:26 PM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: He smiles, the fresh scent of a homemade breakfast filling the air. The small shed was very functional for living purposes, seeing as he'd not only used it as a small workplace, but even having an old-school stove and refridgerator along the walls — well, it was pleasant, using older technology like this. Electronics of a time that seemed to be forgotten, already looked upon as the 'old times.' Mikleo detested that train of thought — the creations in the past were amazing, but were now simply replaced with a system to do the work for you. Little choice in the direction of your life, a way to 'calculate' your happiness — and how would a machine ever understand what true happiness was? Sybil had little understanding in human satisfaction... it would never comprehend the splendor of humanity. Perhaps a change like this would do his brother some good? Accustoming to the olden days sounded like a nice change of pace from the ever-changing society under Sybil's rule — besides, he was free here. Why would he need to return?

Entering the room quietly, the man set down a tray on a worn wooden table near the entrance, the scent of freshly cooked eggs and warm toast filling the room. If only waking up to freshly made breakfast this enticing was the everyday custom. Having meals all created from hyper oats, but a simulation of the real thing — the thought was unappetizing to him. Maybe... Leo would feel the same. Catching a glance of his condition, what a surprise it was to see that he was awake, the flickering of lavenders observing the room — and to land on Mikleo, donning a smile stretched widely, amused. " Good morning, brother. How did you sleep? —Well, seeing that I haven't gotten you sheets and a pillow yet, probably not well, but... "

Mikleo approached in slow, long strides, squatting down before his brother, just about pleased with the situation. " Don't worry, I'll make it as comfortable as I can for you. What kind of brother doesn't offer hospitality? ...right, I made breakfast for you. Made with my own hands, real toast, and real eggs. I promise, it's just normal food — but more so, the Mikleo special. It's made with love. " Going back to bring the tray over, he swiftly slid a silver knife through the egg, golden streams of yolk pouring out across the plate. Helping him eat had to be part of the job, and he did so with a smile, tearing off small bits of toast. " I wanted to talk with you, actually. Nothing serious, just trivial matters. I wanted a heart-to-heart talk with you, brother. But first, " he started, soaking a small piece of toast in yolk before holding it out to him, " breakfast needs to be finished. Say 'aah,' brother. " [2016-02-15 11:46:12 PM] (✿´‿`): Leo stiffened as the door opened. Great, just as he'd suspected, MIkleo was behind all of this. He couldn't press any further into the wall than he was, but it was as if whatever aqueous uncertainty in his mind departed as clarity flushed over him. A snarl pulled at his lips. Brother. Why did he keep calling him that? He was no one's brother but Sorey; there was no doubt in his mind. He ignored the appealing scent that wafted through the room ( he'd made it himself? In this day and age, that was somewhat remarkable; it left Leo somewhere between impressed and revolted- who knew if he could trust this lunatic's cooking, after all ).

How did he sleep, he asked? Leo's glower intensified. He'd been drugged, beaten and tied up on the ground. How did Mikleo think he slept? He was tempted to rejoinder that his discomfort was nothing to do with the lacking sheets and pillow, but he couldn't think of anything to say other than expletives. But no, no animosity yet; Leo needed to play his cards close to his chest, gauge the other, figure out where he stood. To immediately be combative could be dangerous, deadly with this sort... there was no way to tell.

His heart quickened as Mikleo strode across the room, and he curled his legs up to his chest defensively. Something to put between him and the other, something that separated them despite his despairingly vulnerable state. He hated this--

Leo growled in the back of his throat. "If you wanted to talk we could have done it before." he spat, turning his face away from the toast. No way; he wasn't eating anything this man offered him were he not forced. There was no trusting it. Leo's training in hostage situations hadn't really trained him for being the captive, but he could imagine anyone would side with him that eating food prepared by your captive seemed suicidal at best... if he was going to die, it wasn't going to be like this anyway. "And stop calling me that." [2016-02-16 12:29:58 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: " Haha... I guess we could've. But you were busy, so I thought a bit more time was necessary. " Noticing his refusal to eat, all he did was smile and put the piece in his mouth instead — not just to show him it was safe, but he did want to eat it, too. ( And in another way, to just make it feel more casual. After all, he seemed a bit stiff. ) What made him more confused, however, was his dislike for being called 'brother.' Out of all the things that he could be ticked off about in the moment, it seemed that was one thing that annoyed him — but it confused Mikleo. They were brothers, so why would he not...?

His hand gently ran through Leo's bangs so that they weren't covering his face — geez, you could've trimmed them a bit better — and all he did was grin at Leo, a relieved sigh escaping his lips. " You don't like me calling you brother? Even if you tell me not to, I wouldn't know what to say, seeing that you are... saying 'Leo' feels a bit odd to me. " Really, all of this idle chat was quite pleasing to him, finally able to sit and talk with his brother in peace. Conversation on the battlefield was scarce and typically violent; so something like kidnapping was just about the most sound answer he could come to. ( Not that it was... sound with the law. ) Now that he was in his captivity, there was no better time than to talk to him now about anything, really — just as long as he were to be by his brother's side once more, that was fine with him.

" Let's see... we should probably continue our conversation, shouldn't we? No one will interrupt us this time — oh, and don't worry. No more drop kicks to the head, I promise. In fact, I'm not sure if it was necessary in the first place, but it was impressive, wasn't it? " He almost seemed pleased talking about how successful his plan was to his captor, though that might weird him out even more. Seeing that Leo wasn't intent on eating, he took another piece for himself with a little grin. He was truly relaxed, vulnerable in every way in this moment, but that was because he felt so comfortable, sitting like this with his brother. Mikleo was absolutely ecstatic that they could meet like this.

" Then... how are you doing? Does your head hurt? " [2016-02-16 12:39:53 AM] (✿´‿`): And Mikleo ate the food instead. Fine, he'd made it, he could have it. It wasn't like Leo wasn't used to skipping meals for a few days when he needed to; after all, that was all it would take for the others to find him, right? Surely it couldn't be much longer than that. Besides, if he was obstinate, maybe he could get the other to slip up, to make a mistake that would be his undoing. That was all he could hope for.

Mikleo's smile was pissing him off. Irritation boiled his blood as the other moved his hair back, and Leo shrunk a bit from the affection. Seriously, who did this guy think he was? A lunatic, someone that the Sibyl system was failing with by allowing him to slip by through the cracks. And now look what was becoming of it. "Leo's my name." He proffered with a sour tone. What the hell else would he have been called?

No, they should not continue the conversation. Was that what this madman was vying for? Leo looked at his incredulously, though his scowl did not waver. At the memory, his head pulsed painfully. No, the kick had been unnecessary and ridiculous; he would not validate it with impressive... even though it... really was. Seriously, the one behind the kick was quite the powerhouse. He'd need to keep an eye out for her...

Mikleo was so lax. If Leo could just get his hands in front of his body, he could probably at least do a good job of wrestling him, maybe even strangle him and make his escape. But there was no doing that with him sitting right there; there was no speedy, nor sneaky, way to wrestle with his bonds. So he settled instead for offering a glare sharp enough to rend a forest. His amusement, it seemed was lacking in about the same proportion that Mikleo's was in abundance.

"You beat me and drugged me." he shot. "How the fuck do you think I am?" [2016-02-16 1:05:07 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Though the response was somewhat crude, a reply was still what he wanted. Cracking a gentle laugh at how blunt he was about his condition, Mikleo could only nod and agree. " That's true. I would suppose your head hurts quite a bit... oh, is your body still a bit numb? I wasn't too sure if I overdid the injection, but... " His words stopped in his tracks at the sight of his wristcom flashing -- ah, that's right -- maybe that wasn't a good idea to keep on. If he communicated with the PSB too soon, that would prove to be a problem.

" --on that topic, it doesn't seem like you enjoy needles much, do you? I would use more comfortable methods, but... you don't seem willing to take a pill for me. I'm no doctor, but I probably did it just fine. " His gaze wandered to the table, realizing he'd left a bottle of water there, as well. He rose to his feet and got the bottle, cracking it open as he took his seat before his brother once more. " Right... I have no intentions of having you die of dehydration, so you might want to have a sip, at least. "

Choosing a better angle to sit at, Mikleo hovered over Leo with a kind smile, holding out the bottle. " I can't have you refuse water, so... if you won't let me, I'll have to pry your mouth open. I'll be gentle. " Keeping the rim of the bottle close to his brother's lips, he positioned it carefully as to not spill, hoping he would cooperate to some extent. [2016-02-16 1:13:01 AM] (✿´‿`): Leo's brow knit furiously. How could he speak so relaxedly about this all? He was talking about drugging him, hurting him, committing crimes and he could have just as easily been talking about the pleasantness of a lofty September afternoon.

"What the hell did you do to me?" he asked, despising the softness to his voice. He'd had pain medicine countless times, and it had never done that to him. So what was Mikleo using to dose him up? And from the sound of it... was he going to do it again? Maybe it was trivial, asinine, but no, Leo was not a fan of needles. Never had been. The irony in him being almost always in and out of the hospital; but thankfully he was usually unconscious while any needle work was done. "I'm not taking anything from you." he challenged.

This was pathetic, demeaning. He was going to force him to drink like this? That smile was haunting, a bitter resentment bubbling in his throat ( which he abruptly realized was actually tremendously parched; how long had he been out? ). Mikleo shoved the bottle to his lips- gentle, as per his promise, as much and that frustrated Leo-, and he begrudgingly parted them. Whatever. It was water. He wasn't going to die from that, but he would die without it, and he couldn't go offing himself before the others arrived to collect him. Two quick drinks, then his lips shut again as though on a hinge. Whatever water the other was pouring dripped down. Not that he cared. His shirt wasn't exactly clean; way he saw it, maybe it was like a shower of sorts.

"Why are you doing this?" Gather intelligence. Whatever he could garner, he could shoot back with his wrist com; even tied up, he was still good enough with it that he could contact someone once Mikleo left. The other had forgotten it, somehow.... [2016-02-16 1:20:53 AM | Removed 1:21:05 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: This message has been removed. [2016-02-16 1:30:54 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: So many questions, a small barrage of them shooting left and right all towards him -- understandable, as the situation he'd been placed in was most likely undesirable. " Why? " Even Mikleo hadn't really thought of a reason for his actions; there was an instinct that told him he must, created from his desires and how much he yearned to make Leo his. Mikleo almost looked a bit confused, his brows scrunching in deep thought. " I suppose... because I wanted to. Does that answer satisfy you? "

He answers lightly as if they were still continuing the casual conversation, perhaps unwilling to make this serious whatsoever; besides, it was quite the truthful answer. All Mikleo wanted to do was see him, after all. Wasn't that normal for family? Placing the water bottle aside, he dabbed his sleeve at Leo's chin, making sure to keep him clean. " And if you're so curious about that drug... well, it's a bit stronger than what you may be used to. After all, I needed something to keep you down for a bit longer, otherwise you'd run away. We don't need that happening, do we? "

Mikleo stepped around him, rolling him over to reveal the wristcom he hadn't removed just yet -- constant flashing, a blue screen calling for his attention -- his hands gently reached for his wrists, hoping that he wouldn't resist too much as he attempted to remove it, fingers grasping onto to cool metal. This wasn't something he needed. It was like a little collar to say he was a dog that worked for Sybil -- a little bracelet of shame that his brother didn't need. It's not like he would be talking to them anytime soon, either.

" There... I'm going to take this off for you, so don't struggle too much, will you? After all, you're not fond of needles, right--brother? " [2016-02-16 1:43:36 AM] (✿´‿`): Because he wanted to? "Hardly." Leo's eyes burned, scathing with loathing as he stared Mikleo down. He was literally detaining him, hurting him, because he wanted to? No, that was in no way a satisfying response. He was so damn flippant, too. It pissed him off more. Hurt him, Leo wanted to hurt him, to fight back somehow. But he was woefully defenseless. Frustration continued to mount within him.

He flinched from his parental cleaning efforts. No way; he was not babying Leo through this. The Enforcer wanted no part of this experience, and was certainly not becoming familial with him. We don't need that happening, do we? he'd claimed, and Leo scoffed. No, assuredly not, that would be what Leo wanted. Did he hear himself? The insanity of it all... "Selfish shit.." he breathed, still glaring. "Don't do it agai-- Hey!"

Damn it! He'd jinxed himself by thinking of the wristcom, it seemed. Leo wriggled, trying to keep it from Mikleo's grasp, but the other man was blithe, in control as he proceeded to tinker with it. "Damn it--!"

"There... I'm going to take this off for you, so don't struggle too much, will you? After all, you're not fond of needles, right-- brother?"

Oh that was it. He didn't care how much his head hurt- Mikleo had made a mistake with proximity. Rearing his head back, he aimed to crash it into Mikleo's- like hell was he taking his only tether back to the people who would be coming for him. It was all he had- he needed it-- And Leo had no problems performing like the caged animal did in times of fright- rabidly and instantly. [2016-02-16 2:02:18 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: The fighting instinct was rather violent, their heads making contact, but Mikleo managed to back up in time. He watched Leo thrash about ( and honestly, it looked a bit funny ), in an attempt to keep him away from the wristcom. "I didn't want to do it this way, brother. " Stepping away from him rolling and flailing about, the suitcase under the bed came out, removing empty syringes and filling one with a suspicious liquid, approaching Leo once more.

"This won't hurt, so try to stay somewhat still, won't you-- " Practically tossing himself towards him, Mikleo was sitting atop his lower back, already rolling up his brother's sleeve and lifting his arm. " You make this harder than it should be , " he speaks coldly, in a tone worlds apart from his typical cheerfulness, " but I have no choice. It's not good for you, but it's for the best. "

He takes no time inserting the needle ( at an odd angle, but what could he do ), administering the drug, holding him down until he would fall back into gentle sleep. The wristcom could be used for other matters, but certainly not for Leo. Mikleo observed closely as his body began to rest, dragging his consciousness by the ankles.

" Good night. " [2016-02-16 2:11:41 AM] (✿´‿`): Leo thrashed, trying desperately to get some kind of purchase as he combatted ( could this really be called combat? this was pathetic really ) Mikleo. Damn it-! Mikleo managed to get away, and Leo was deposited on his side, pushing up painfully on his elbow to glower as Mikleo crossed the room.

Damn it all, he knew he had reason to be wary of that briefcase. His heart leapt in his chest, again a primal instinct overwhelming him- fear. And he loathed how easy it was to get his heart racing, to launch him into a cold sweat as he fought to obtain a center of balance and push away. But Mikleo was upon him- literally pinning him down and Leo writhed to escape. No, no no no he had to get away, there had to be some way--

And the needle pierced the back of his forearm painfully, and Leo bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying out- don't give him the satisfaction, damn it-! The acrid taste of blood flooded his mouth, and he could feel himself shaking despite himself. Needles- damn it he hated them, and he hated the stupid heat that flooded his veins in response to the drug pumped into his body.

Should it have taken hold that quick? There had to be some kind of wait time before it gripped him. But his head lolled almost immediately, and he struggled to keep it aloft as Mikleo remained straddled over him. Don't touch him, let him go, he didn't want this, he didn't want--

His head hit the wood floor roughly, the tenseness in his jaw fleeing as strength abandoned him. "F..uck..." He couldn't resist it.... damn... and he heard the sickeningly tender good night as his consciousness faded. [2016-02-16 2:26:54 AM | Edited 2:27:31 AM] Gemi | aoxre: The door of the room creaked open with a slow but painful sound, standing in the doorway was the treasured puppet he claimed to love so much. But there was aggravation written against porcelain features, free from any blemish or scar. Arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapped in her irritation. She'd been reading so peacefully in her room but with all the racket that this wretched copy was making, she could hardly call it pleasant. Calculating hues scanned the room, falling from the unconscious fake to the plate of semi-eaten breakfast on the table. They took their focus upon the object of her primary affections, taking graceful strides to enter the room before yanking the unconscious Leo and returning his chair upright.

"I am trying to read, this noise is unacceptable."

She even cast a somewhat chilled stare at her caretaker, even he knew better than to interrupt her reading sessions, they were important for her development skills. A heavy sight expelled, the mimic allowed herself to take hold of the plate before turning to Mikleo once more.

"This... it is cold. Can I eat the rest?" [2016-02-16 2:39:50 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: It took no time to remove the wristcom once Leo was unconscious, tucking the metallic bracelet into his pocket. Once he managed to pack up the suitcase, soundlessly sliding it under the bed, Mikleo heard the door creak open, finding his precious doll at the entrance. She was certainly displeased in the way she observed the room's circumstances -- a mess, really, from Leo's retaliation.

" Sorry, but I managed to quiet him down. You can continue reading. " Mikleo knew of how willing she was to learn and to better her education; most of the time, he would be reading with her or sometimes even studying, just so she could still learn more academically. Besides, learning was good for the young mind. He was so proud of her for continuing to educate and entertain herself despite of the life they were leading -- but as long as she could still grow up with some education, that was all he needed.

His gaze follows the plate, noticing a half eaten slice of toast and egg yolk covering the plate, some of the toast practically drowning in the golden liquid. " If you'd like to. I thought about finishing the rest, since he refused to, but please go ahead. " Flashing Copycat a smile, his hand tenderly pet her head, pleased. " Was there anything else you needed? " [2016-02-17 3:13:27 PM] Gemi | aoxre: A pleasant, innocent smile spread across once scowling features, lighting up her face at the approval she'd been given. It wasn't often that Mikleo cooked, but when he did, it was heaven to indulge in the creations he made. Even if they were simple at best, there really was a comparible difference between what was made by hand and what was created by technology for you. A nod of her head, accepting eagerly the touch of his palm to the top of her head, she was placated enough by the silence after the copy was finally shut up.

"No, that was all. I will eat this, and return to my studies."

Lithe frame turning, the doll obediently went to the entrance of the room in order to re-heat her now self-claimed breakfast. However, she paused, turning to glance at Mikleo once more before giving a small smile, coy in its nature.

"That might be important, but do not forget to feed me, too. Keep him quiet from now on? I want to keep studying, I will see him when I am finished."

With her quiet demand spoken, glad that even she could request such things from Mikleo without fear of backlash from her beloved caretaker, the obedient puppet left the room to eat the remainder of what had been made. [2016-02-21 4:39:03 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: A nod is his response, finding her haughty way of demanding silence endearing in its own fashion; Copycat was so young and fragile in appearance, yet perhaps one of the strongest people he'd ever met. She was dear to him, precious, even — pleasing her was his duty. Facing his unconscious brother, Mikleo gingerly lifted him from the ground, carrying him to his bed with a grin. This was the beginning. The start of something new, a finely established connection that was so coveted for — oh, did he want to keep Leo by his side. Placing him atop the mattress, his body sunk slowly as his back faced wooden walls, somewhat dilpidated but certainly not weak. Though reaching its arms towards decrepitude, the small building was still functional as ever. It was charming. Perhaps that was why Mikleo took such a liking to it.

" Are you happy? " He takes a seat at the bedside, cupping his palm 'round Leo's cheek. Chilled skin meets his hand, though not much cooler than his own. " This is a time where we can get to know each other, brother. " Pleased, his thumb extends to his lips, brushing and tracing their shape, tiers alabaster and chapped. He wanted to know all he could about him. His personality. Every inch of his body. What thoughts ran through his mind, the people he knew. There was some comfort in knowing that this was plausible, having surpassed what seemed to be impossible, with a brother so stubborn as this. His legs rose onto the bedsheets, laying down next to him with a fervent stare, a glimmer in amethysts that displayed passionate desires through their beauty.

Mikleo wanted him. An impassioned gaze was focused on his visage, chestnut strands veilling his features with gentle grace. A hand rose, tucking them behind his ear, an amused exhale escaping him. How would he feel the next time he awoke? Excepting the drug's influence, would it shock him to see a man before him, either asleep or admiring him quietly? Knowing Leo, he'd be terrified — maybe even retaliate, though perhaps the tranquil state he would face could prevent that. Mikleo was truly excited to have him awaken once more.

Let my image be ingrained in your mind. And eventually, may I be the only person you'll be able to think of.

Soon, he was able to sleep, his hand resting atop his cheek. Even without the bedsheets, a sensation of warmth washed across him — was it the sheer bliss of having Leo here, or was it the fervent fire that continued to illuminate, raging within his heart? Regardless of what it was, Mikleo was happy. He felt true happiness, an emotion he thought that would never return. [2016-02-28 12:56:56 PM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: Wherever he was, it was marginally more comfortable than the floor he'd woken up on before. Floor...? Yes he had been asleep on the floor. And now, he was sleeping on... something else. It felt as if he were pulling spider webs away from his mind, the tacky remnants clinging and lingering despite his best effort to overcome them. Sleep... no, this was not a natural haze. This was not the grogginess he felt upon waking normally, but something else entirely. Why... why did he feel so heavy, so dense compared to normal? He was a relatively healthy individual; moving shouldn't have been so challenging for him, except--

For the bonding around his wrists and ankles.

It was immense the amount of effort that he had to put into prying this eyes open, a wooden wall all that greeted the thinly parted irises as they attempted to focus on the living world. Leo, for a moment, stared at it. A wall. Okay that was normal, but... the bed- he'd been moved. For a moment, that was the creepiest thing about this situation. Leo was hardly afraid of being helpless, but the idea of him being unconscious and carried somewhere against his will ( much like when he had been brought here all things in fact ) made him feel almost nauseous. Almost. What did churn his insides was the sensation of someone sleeping beside him.

It wasn't Mikleo. He couldn't imagine why it would be Mikleo. Because that would just be too weird, too confusing, too-- oh heavens it was. He craned his head to get a peak before it snapped back forward. Shit. He was literally sharing a bed with a psychopath. Bound, with no tracker, no communicator, and... no, helplessness didn't suit him. He had to do something. He wasn't just about to sit around here and wait for another damn dose of whatever that drug was ( what was it anyway? Some sort of narcotic, but in such a mass quantity that it put him straight down. That could not have been healthy in any respect... did Mikleo know what he was doing? How many doses could he take...? ) Not eager to solve any of his inquiries, Leo started attempting to slowly, carefully, inch down the bed. Get to the door, and just... wiggle to freedom...? He didn't have a plan, which was strange in and of itself, but damn it he needed to learn to improvise eventually. He just... wanted out. [2016-02-28 11:58:31 PM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: It was warm.

Sharing a bed with someone else was something uncommon in his daily routine — more so, he didn't seem to sleep very well, either. A few hours were plenty, having run on little amounts of sleep many times before. After all, his situation didn't exactly come with a list saying he could sleep eight hours a day on average. Each waking moment was a step towards his goals, but it wasn't until now that Mikleo succumbed to sleep's embrace. This was his coveted moment, so it was inevitable for him to finally sleep by his brother's side. Squished snugly by his side, Mikleo noticed an unfamiliar scent — laundry detergent and very faintly, smoke. Ah, so this is what he smells like... He couldn't help but take in that scent.

His mind felt at ease, despite resting quite lightly. Never much of a deep sleeper, the slight shifts in the bed was already stirring him awake. What is that...? Slowly opening his eyes, what came into vision was Leo making his way off the bed by... wiggling? Unique. He decides to pretend as if he were still sleeping to see what his brother came up with... after all, it would prove to be an interesting show. Shutting his eyes, he pretended to shift in his sleep, rolling to his other side.

"Mm..." [2016-02-29 12:16:42 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: And Mikleo moved. Leo froze in his place, staring with wide eyes at the wall in front of him. Caution. Caution and delicacy were what this mission would take. If he was going to escape... honestly, why didn't he just try to kill Mikleo? He was a lithe framed man, too, similar to himself. In a fair fight, he could probably take him; if it hadn't been for that damn woman, he probably would have been fine. But bound like this... no, that was why he didn't risk anything so aggressive as that. It would be suicide, or another opportunity to get poked. He had a growing list of reasons why he didn't want that...

A small moan from the other man, and Leo dared a peek over his shoulder. He was... still asleep? Leo never really moved in his sleep, wasn't really the sort to sleep very long normally anyway, so it was strange. But he guessed Sorey did it from time to time, and normal people rolled around in unconsciousness... he'd have to bank on it. So he continued his maneuver, more careful now than he had been a moment before lest he stir the sleeping beast. Caution and delicacy....

And there were neither of those things as he slipped off the end of the bed. He fought a yelp of surprise as he discovered that yes, gravity was still functional, but the strength in his legs was simply not, and he collapsed into a heap at the end of the bed. "S-shit-!" he seethed under his breath. No way had that clatter been quiet enough to escape notice, but-- He slithered under the bed. Pathetic, this felt so stupid he couldn't be this frickin vulnerable to be hiding under a bed but-- He just needed to keep quiet. Maybe... this was foolish and embarrassing... it wouldn't accomplish anything--! [2016-02-29 1:17:56 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: A laugh had to be stifled from the attempt taken at escape. It wasn't the fall that was entertaining, but the quick reaction to falling off -- he'd panicked and wriggled under the bed as fast as he could. Was he that afraid of being left out on the floor like that? It wasn't as if Mikleo was planning to do anything to him. ( oh, not yet. ) Sitting up, he considered peeking over and greeting him, but perhaps a bit of freedom here and there was what he needed to keep going. After all, a hostage without any hope wasn't fun at all. " Nn... " Proceeding with life as normal, he slid off the bed, squatting down.

He simply needed to pull out the briefcase under the bed, and it seemed that his brother hadn't moved it much. Reaching his arm under the bed, Mikleo lifted it, placing it atop the bedsheets with a gentle thump, ignoring the other as if he weren't there. " There... " Taking a seat next to the briefcase, he pulled a picture from the bedside table -- it displayed an image of the two and Muse, taken a long time ago. He wasn't entirely sure how long he'd held onto the photo, but it was always there. The two of them and their mother smiling in front of their old home -- briefly, a thought came to mind as to who took the picture, but it likely could've been... no, he didn't want to think about it.

" We're together again. " Mikleo spoke to the photo, a wistful tone, nostalgia working its way through his body. " And we'll never let each other go. " A smile crept into his lips, placing the photo back as he rose from the bed. Slowly, lowering himself towards the floor, Mikleo bent down to take a good look at his brother hiding under the bed, smiling brightly. He practically had to lie on the ground himself to look at him.

" Right, brother? Just the two of us. " [2016-02-29 1:39:33 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo slid into place under the bed, curling as tightly into himself as he could. This was the stupidest of hiding places, the most idiotic of sanctuaries he could have surmised. But it was the only place he could go right now. And if he tried to open that door after that ridiculous crash, he would surely be caught right away. He stiffened, his breath catching in his throat as the bed creaked beneath the now moving Mikleo. Shit. Shit shit shit he needed to harness invisibility. He briefly recalled that time in grade school that little girl had attempted to convince Sorey that if you held your breath in the hall, teachers wouldn't catch you skipping class. This was not the time for such a hail Mary hypothesis to be tested, but it seemed his body was keen on it as his breath stayed soundly within him, unmoving, undrawn.

And MIkleo was moving, reaching beneath the bed and rummaging for that damn briefcase. Leo had half a mind to pull it away from him. He needed to find an opportunity to hide that torture box, too. The less of whatever he was administering reached Leo's body, the better, he felt; it actually evoked a somatic response just looking at the briefcase as it was tugged easily from the hiding spot. It thunked against the bed over Leo's head.

Who the hell was he talking to? Together again? Ridiculous; Leo had been with Sorey and Gramps as long as he could remember. He knew there was something to that, that he had been found more than actually birth raised there, but whatever again Mikleo spoke of simply did not apply to him. No, he refused to let it apply to him. Because if this was the life he was looking forward to being together "again", then... he had some serious reservations about pursuing this relationship.

His heart froze in his chest and Mikleo bent down beside the bed, a revoltingly innocent, childlike smile on his lips as he looked at Leo. He'd known. The whole time he'd known and Leo had just made a damn fool of himself. In that respect, how was Mikleo not mad? He had to know Leo's intent, his desire to literally escape from his bonds and evacuate this area. So why did he look so damn pleased? He fought against the widening of his eyes, the frustrated, hopeless quiver to him as he attempted to push further back into the wall and away from Mikleo.

"Right, brother? Just the two of us."

"I hope your fantasy land has nice weather, because otherwise I'm noticing a stark lack of redeeming qualities." Leo retorted, pulling at his bonds on his hands. It was not twine of any kind, and while he couldn't see it, he could feel the almost plastic material angrily biting into his flesh. His arm was already sore ( an injury? What was it? He didn't know, he couldn't get a good look ), and fighting as consistently as he was served not more than to cut up his wrists against the unforgiving material. Slick; he could feel it on his wrists, reopening and sealing and healing in his sleep only to be torn open again as he struggled. Damn. Damn it this was stupid-! "If you think I'm staying here, you're entirely out of your wits."

Perhaps it was the slight distance that gave him courage, or the fact that he was feeling pretty backed into a corner with nothing to lose, but Leo felt a snarky smirk on his lips. "You know they're not going to let you keep me. I'm disposable, but Sorey's not just going to let me go. They're going to come for me, and when they do, Sibyl won't even be able to save you." Dezel... Raven had no qualms about apprehending criminals. Even if the Inspectors had to turn blind eyes, the Enforcers.... they were worried about him too...

.... right....? They would... come for him... No, they would, and he needed to keep that conviction. They would come for him. They would. [2016-02-29 2:11:47 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: The way he would constantly fight back with strong words was absolutely pleasing. Despite being backed into a corner like this, his dear brother was still able to shoot back replies like this to his kidnapper without much thought. Reckless, but admirable. Mikleo loved every bit of it. " You don't find my dreams appealing? Honestly, at the very least, I try to accept yours. " He'd always accepted every fiber of his being, after all. Since he loved his brother so much, it was only common sense to appreciate anything and everything that made him him -- oh, it excited him. In fact, the way he would reply back so snarkily practically aroused him. It was becoming difficult to keep his hands off of him.

Words of confidence in his coworkers and friends was simply so precious. So that's how much he believed in them -- retrospectively, that made sense, seeing that they'd always watched his back and helped him out. But it wasn't a matter of belief this time. This situation was more of a race. What would come first -- the MWPSB, or his brother's accelerating downfall? The drugs were already beginning to take a toll on him, seeing that his legs gave out so easily. Soon, he would be useless without Mikleo. Wasn't that nice? He would need him. " That's alright, I don't need to keep you here. You're already mine, anyways. " Officially, he belonged to the police force -- but in actuality, he was strung like a little puppet, played in Mikleo's hands. " Besides... why would I want Sybil to save me? "

Mikleo sided with anarchy, heavily disagreeing with the way the system was run. It appeared to be fair, but Sybil was simply a little monster that loved to judge 'citizens' with numbers. Surely, it was treating people as things, not humans. In what world was that type of society acceptable? " I don't need to be saved, nor do I need Sybil's help to do so. " He rose from his spot, stepping around the bed to look at him from a different angle. While it was cute, Mikleo couldn't leave him under the bed like that. Gripping his ankles, he dragged him from under the bed, noticing a collection of dust on his hair and garments. " Now, that's why you don't go crawling under beds... " Sitting him against the bedpost, his fingers ran through his hair to remove the dust, then swatting off collections of fluff off his back. " There you go. "

Retrieving the water bottle from the table again, this time he pried open Leo's mouth seeing that he was far too reluctant to open it properly himself last time -- he couldn't keep him hydrated if that was how it would be. " Sorry, brother. I know it's a bit weird like this, but you don't open your mouth wide enough. It's much easier if I do it myself... " Though he says that, it still spilled down his chin... and a lot more than last time. They really needed to figure this out. " Oh, give me a moment. I have a towel. " Grabbing a white towel from the bedside table, he took no time in loosening his tie and unbuttoning his clothes. " I didn't mean to spill that much... haha, it's everywhere. " Dabbing the fabric at his lips, his fingers opened up most of the buttons, patting down his chest, not fazed in the least from having to strip him down ( to some extent. )

" I'm just a bit clumsy. " [2016-02-29 2:54:30 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo sneered, glowering as he retorted, "Call me old fashioned, but bondage has never been my thing. Your missing the healthiest part of a BDSM relationship, y'know." And how he knew about the "rules" to a BDSM relationship he would never divulge; drunk Zaveid was a trip, and he hadn't known how to really escape the strange lecture about comfort and trust in such flabbergasting settings...

It wasn't confidence that Mikleo spoke with; it was a disturbing sense of certainty that made Leo's stomach flip within him. A stark contrast to his forced faith in the MWPSB, Mikleo no lack of faith in his own ability to usurp and circumvent their attempts to salvage Leo. His... Leo's snarl pulled at his lips, cinched his brow as he spat, "I don't belong to you." He wanted to protest that he didn't belong to anyone, but that wasn't strictly true. He supposed his life belonged to the system; as pathetic as that sounded, he was at least far more at peace with that than he was with Mikleo. He at least got to choose his death that way. This was just... a dead end.

There was nothing that seemed to shake Mikleo, nothing that seemed to upend any kind of vulnerability or doubt in his scheme. He was a body fueled by an unintelligible drive for...for what? Leo? Inconceivable, but what else could his goal be? He wasn't trying to lash out at the PSB, had made no mention of any other individual. He seemed, for all intents and purposes, satisfied, infatuated by the Enforcer's presence. And that more than anything, made him sick to his stomach. Or... was that just a lingering side effect of that drug? He had to admit, his head still didn't feel completely on straight, and with the way his legs had given out... he drew a nervous breath, it being the only testament to his consternation at his circumstances.

And as Mikleo grabbed his ankles, Leo lashed about again. His efforts to escape were becoming weaker and weaker, he could tell; the lack of range of motion, the pain in his limbs it set off, the sluggish weakness that the toxin seemed to instill in him all conglomerated into making him a far more suitable target than assailant. It was far too easy for his captor to drag him out, positioning him against a bedpost and... that was far too affectionate. Leo flinched away from his hand as he moved to clean him; he wasn't terribly successful in evasion, but he couldn't allow himself to just sit there and accept it.

He finally stopped thrashing as Mikleo moved to the bedside table. He took the moment to catch his breath ( he shouldn't have been that tired from fighting like that- he'd run massive distances, fought Rose for Christ's sake, and he'd never been this breathless from that ). His throat was raw, but even as he saw Mikleo approach with a water bottle, he knew he was going to have to be defiant in that too. No. He would rather dehydrate, starve, than stay here as a damn plaything to this man. But MIkleo wouldn't have it. He'd rather pry his jaw open, and the cracking of resistance in his jaw pained him as he fought against the water bottle shoved in his teeth. This bastard spoke so calmly, so affectionately as he borderline drowned Leo. As it spilled, Leo coughed up the water he had been unable to swallow, retching as he tried to catch his breath. "Thought--" Hack. "Th-though y'wanted to keep me around? W-what's with the waterboarding?"

There was no part of this process he liked- not the removal of his tie, not the unbuttoning of his shirt or the dab of the fabric, and you can be assured he fought at every turn that his body would allow him to. HIs energy- hell where had it gone? He was fighting, but not with all his typical might. "Clumsy's not the word I'd use." He growled. "Perverse? A little closer." There was a fire in his eyes as he stared down Mikleo, vitriolic as he could muster. There was nothing about this situation that didn't infuriate him, didn't motivate him to just try that much harder next time he got a chance to escape. He couldn't... couldn't stay here with this man.

... They'll come... isn't Rose always telling me to trust them more? I can count on them. They'll come. They will. [2016-03-01 1:33:46 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: A chuckle escaped his lips, entertained from constant backlashes from his brother. " I'm perverse now? I was only wiping you down. Surely, you didn't want to stay wet like that. " However, there was something else that caught his eye -- a rather prominent scar that extended from his right to the abdomen -- and so large, too. Gingerly opening his shirt up, Mikleo was genuinely curious about the scar... ah, there was another one, but not as large as this. His finger traced the scar, almost fascinated -- he wasn't sure why, but it was an odd feeling in his chest that grew from simply seeing it. " Is this recent...? This one doesn't seem too old, either, " he pointed at the other scar on his torso. So this is what the job came along with...

Working as an Enforcer was a dangerous job after all. With close observation, Mikleo noticed that unlike some other Inspectors, his brother was respected and quite cared for much more than others. Not only did he see his daily life, but witnessing some missions were exciting -- more so, when Mikleo was behind the scenes. While he could wear them either as medals or remnants of past battles, he thought it was a shame to have his skin damaged like this. As odd as it sounded, it was obvious that before receiving all those scars, his skin was practically pristine. The only marks were those received from work, and it was quite a shame to see that. " These scars... when did you get them? "

It was a quiet question of interest -- after all, he'd never seen his brother like this. Would that mean there would be other scars littering his skin? Mikleo's heart softly skipped a beat and then did something a bit different this time. Leaning forwards, his lips came into contact with this scar, kissing the mark left from the incident awhile back. He wasn't sure what pulled him to do that, but Mikleo almost felt he could do anything now. After all, Leo sat tight much more now ever since he took him away... and honestly, he appreciated it so much.

( but... mikleo hadn't realized it was an act out of love. ) [2016-03-01 1:55:02 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo needed Mikleo to stop touching I'm right about immediately. He scowled, his chest tight as he fought to keep his breathing stable. This was weird okay; too weird. It was like an animal capturing it's prey, but rather than just finishing it like a normal beast, it was toying with the kill. Why... why was he staring at him, delicately tracing the scars that littered his torso? It made him more than a little uneasy, and he shifted, trying to get Mikleo's hands off of him. "Cut it out-!" he barked, pulling his knees into his chest as best he could. This was more than just disquieting. Stop touching him... stop it.

And did he expect a serious answer from these questions? "Y'know, I'm just hopeless in the kitchen." he sneered. No way was that slice from a kitchen catastrophe but it was not within the realm of possibility for Leo to impart any sort of information about his life onto this man. Mikleo's eyes were even starting to bother him. The same hue as his own, but these were filled with something indiscernible; no, not indiscernible, but Leo didn't want to figure it out. Some things were easier to just accept as bad rather than attempt to rationalize. Rationalization could lead to sympathy, and pitying the assailant was hardly conducive to his escape plan ( which yes, he was still trying to formulate... ).

Positioned as Mikleo was with that kiss ( his heart flew in his chest, his blood boiling in his veins ), it was perfect for Leo to shift his legs, swiping them sideways at Mikleo with as much force as he could muster. It wasn't much, especially given the odd angle, but... this was scaring him. As much as he hated to admit it, there were goosebumps on his skin, a sort of panicked energy vibrating through him and spurring him to act irrationally once again. Off of him- he just wanted Mikleo back, away, not touching him, stop touching him-- [2016-03-01 9:09:28 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Nudged to the side from his attempt at retaliation, he was taken by surprise -- not that he'd caught him off guard, but the amount of strength in his shove was... weak. His brother was typically much stronger than that, which meant the drugs were taking effect. While grinning, he buttoned up his shirt -- or at least what he could with him trying to keep prying hands away, as his knees were being tucked close to his chest. " Not too fond of me, I guess, " a gentle laugh left his lips, retreating his hands. His shirt was only half done... well, it seemed he could deal with it.

" Brother, would you like something to eat? I can make you mostly whatever you'd like -- your favourite food, or anything. " The offer was lighthearted, perhaps much so in such a troubling situation, but it was about time for dinner and he needed to eat as well -- his dear brother hadn't eaten yet, however. I wonder if he's feeling alright. Retrieving the blanket off the mattress, he draped it gently over Leo's body, taking precautions -- if he became sick, that would truly become a problem. " If you're ever tired, you can tell me. You can sleep whenever you'd like. "

Drawing his fingers through chestnut tresses quite silky, Mikleo rose to his feet with a smile, oddly pleased with the situation. It almost seemed as if he were playing house with his brother, kidnapping him for this sole desire -- but that was somewhat the case. Even so, regardless of whether his reasons were absurd or silly, he'd put an immense amount of effort for such an intent. ( but it was worth it, because it was him. for his brother, he'd do anything to keep him close. he couldn't be happier. ) [2016-03-01 11:16:10 PM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo scorned the fact that he was having to wrestle with his breathing after such a maneuver. Ridiculous; he hadn't been that strenuous. But maybe it was more laborious being a captive than he was giving himself credit for. With all the strange movements and evasive tactics he had been enacting, it was a full body workout just to function. And he gave a crooked smirk at Mikleo's testimonial. "That's putting it mildly."

At the mention of food, he had to pull his knees closer, fighting the almost pained feeling he was suddenly aware of in his stomach. He.... come to think of it, how long had he been here? How long since he'd actually eaten last? Jeez, he had actually skipped lunch before the mission ( he'd been too nervous, didn't want to give himself away by pecking half at a sandwich where the others would notice his discomfort; just hidden out until the 'sudden' order to move had come ). So that meant... no way. At least this was something he could still have control over. He didn't move as the blanket was draped over him; a caustic glare was trained on the white-haired man as he touched him again ( yes, this time he flinched, damn it all ). "Not hungry." he muttered. More than anything, he just wanted Mikleo to go. ... and he wanted to smack that stupid smile off his face... [2016-03-02 12:31:05 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Not hungry? While it would be normal to lose your appetite now and then, when was the last time he'd eaten? Breakfast was hours ago — surely, there would be discomfort regardless of how good you were at restraining hunger. " It's not good to avoid eating, brother. It's very painful. " Personal experiences speaks for itself; scenes of his uncle's scowling visage, the way his stomach would practically curl in on itself, crying for some sort of salvation — it was all familiar to him. Brother... he didn't need to experience that. At the very least, he would drink water if he tried hard enough, though it was truly a struggle when he was adamant to give up.

Yet he was still euphoric over collecting him so successfully, despite it being hours ago. Enraptured with the thought of having him all to himself, Mikleo couldn't be anything less than pleased. His expression displayed levels of jubilance spoken from curled lips and rosy cheeks — it all felt like it was too good to be true. A fleeting dream. " After this — why don't we play a little game? "

Leaving him to moments of silence, it didn't take long for him to make a soup with stock. If his brother were still asleep, he'd consider cooking more, but he would be just as stubborn in trying to feed him. He came back in with a sweet smelling soup, its aroma taking no time to fill the room. " I didn't take too long, did I? " Toast sliced into smaller strips lined the plate under the bowl, setting the meal at the bedside. He wondered when his dear brother would finally give in. [2016-03-02 12:47:30 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: This bastard really didn't see anything wrong with how he was behaving, did he? How far into insanity must he have spiraled to still be so nonchalant when faced with a clearly aggressive and noncompliant target? There was nothing about Leo that seemed relative or favoring of this treatment, and yet Mikleo was smiling, speaking with such lightness that it made him sick from it's candied cadence. Lecturing, doting on Leo as though they were having an idle chat in passing... this was loathsome.

The smile set his teeth on edge, and he pulled a bit tighter into himself. There was no real getting away from him, but he could disillusion himself to believe he had put some distance between them in doing that. "Not interested." he shot back tersely. Just leave, just leave, just go and--

He was gone. Mercy. For a moment, just a brief span of time, Leo relaxed, physically deflating with relief at the fact that he was blessedly alone for the time being. He'd been so tense that it hurt, his whole body burning from the strain on his muscles. Perhaps that was where all of his energy was going; human bodies were not meant to operate at a constant ten, but that was certainly how he was feeling. There was nothing calm about Mikleo's presence, nothing that could soothe Leo from his anxiety with those eyes on him. So for a second, a split second, he breathed, relishing in the silence.

And then he fought. The tethers dug into his skin with vicious abandon as he thrashed against them, grunting and heaving and putting as much might as he could muster into the movements as he fought them. He bowed his legs to catch sight of his ankles- zip tie?! Seriously?! That was clever- the plastic bonds were significantly harder to wrench apart than other materials, and he could not wear them down with the same methods as a typical rope. And damn did they sting. Even from the brief look, he could see the raw and nearly bleeding skin around this ankles, feel the liquid sliding down his fingers from where he had torn open a cut he had already felt on his wrist. "F-fuck..." This was stupid. This was so stupid he couldn't just stay here and be a captive he couldn't just let this guy do what he wanted he needed to get out needed to do something other than just writhe here and wait for someone to save him this was bullshit this was bullshit fuck this fuck--

The door opened, and Leo froze where he was, panting despite himself. Was Mikleo seriously going to try to feed him? The soup, to his credit, did not smell bad, per say. But it certainly was nothing he would allow to pass his lips. Even if it was scalding, what did Leo care about a few more scars? Hell, it could match his shoulder for all he cared. Shaking, fighting to temper his breathing again, Leo stared Mikleo down, his refusal to answer all the response he would allow. He wished he could manifest the knives in his glare; at least then he would have a weapon... [2016-03-02 1:16:05 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Despite a gleeful entrance, his words were met with blades; a frigid glare, his brother's gaze practically ready to counter back at him. " Oh, what a scary look. You don't need to scowl all the time. " It was a glower so menacing that he could imagine blades poking at his skin, being frostbitten from the sheer cold of his stare. His brother always wore a frown or a very neutral expression -- to be honest, it was mildly entertaining to see the contrast between his reactions based on the situation. Mikleo didn't want to treat him like a little experiment, however -- while it turned out to be intriguing, it wasn't his main focus.

" I'll ask you again, brother. There's nothing in the soup -- it's simple stock. Do you still refuse to eat it--? " Despite the fact that the answer should've been so blatantly obvious from the last time he attempted feeding him, Mikleo still wanted to try -- after all, on the off chance he might give up and keep himself satiated, he had to keep trying. He wanted to believe it would happen.

Thoughts of hunger brought back memories back when their uncle was still breathing; existing, when he should've died longer ago. He deserved death. Each day coming home to him consisted of being abused verbally and sometimes physically, knocking him over or kicking him -- sometimes, neglecting and refusing to feed him. Eventually, he began to wonder if that was normal. Dunking his head into sinks filled to the brim with water, pushing him aside when he was 'in the way,' starving him when he felt the need to. And yet, Mikleo still saw no change in his Psycho-Pass...

Keeping the bowl by his side, he lifted a spoonful of the soup, gently cooling it with his breath. Observing ripples lapping within the sides of the spoon, he rose it close to his brothers lips. " Will you drink this? Just a bit, please. Then we can talk. " [2016-03-02 1:27:25 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo scoffed under his breath. "Funny, you're not the only one who says that." he mumbled, more to himself than Mikleo. This was not idle conversation; it was a memory, something to ground himself. His friends, the people he cared about back at the PSB, were always trying to get him to smile more, not to be 'such a grouch', as Rose called him on occasion. But this was not the time for such levity. When he got back... that's when he would smile more. That was when he would be less prone to scowling. But in the face of someone like this he hardly felt that sentiment had no place. His smile was not for Mikleo. And this would not get to him. It couldn't...

As Mikleo inquired again, the acrimony in his eyes did not ebb. This would not do him in. He was stronger than a little hunger, than a dose of drugs and some damn soup. He just needed to hold out. A couple days at most; no way would the others leave him to this man for any longer than that. Leo just needed to do something that he had never really been capable of before: be patient. Just a matter of time... and didn't Gramps always tell him that life would present challenges just when you needed them? Perhaps he really just needed a lesson on the subject, and boy if Mikleo was not an excellent subject for this lesson. He pressed his lips tighter together, eyes narrowing. There was no way. He had enough resilience to withstand this sort of thing. Talk all you want, Mikleo; not like he had anything else to do but listen to your insane ramblings. [2016-03-03 12:33:12 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Silence was the only answer awaiting him. Was it the lack of energy or disinterest in the conversation — pondering on it, Mikleo noticed his refusal to eat once more. Stubbornly, his lips were pressed together as if to lock his lips and seal his mouth away, a silent reminder warning him ' I said no, so stop. ' Once again, he's forced to bring it to his own lips, drinking the soup in his place. How long could he pull through, he wondered — would a time come when even someone as stubborn as him shatter? ( why, seeing such a thing would be a dream. )

" A bit of a cold one, aren't you? " A pleased simper, and the gentle thump of the bowl placed atop the table follows his words. " Now, about the little 'game' I suggested... what about this? " From his pocket came his brother's wristcom, dangling from his fingers. It was like waving catnip to young felines; but this time, perhaps the lifeline he needed. " With this, you could get out in no time. I have no doubt your team could find you in around a day or so... but, that would only be the case if you contacted them. Your tracker is useless now, and I can promise I've taken good care to not leave any hints behind. A villain can't be one without being good at what he does. "

Mikleo was just about entertained with his words, a chilling smile growing evermore. " Based on how you act towards me — your obedience, your will to accept me to some extent... I'll let you contact them. I'm a man who keeps my promises. " Returning the bracelet back to its hiding place, it was a malicious gaze that tainted his expression despite smiling all the way through. Cold, yet sweet all the same. " And that's my offer for you. I won't break that promise as long as you agree to it. " [2016-03-03 12:47:21 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: It was more than just disinterest in the conversation. There were a lot of things Leo would love to express to Mikleo, given the chance, but tied up as he was, his fists couldn't do much talking right now. No, their understanding would have to wait until he had a bit more range of motion. But at least Mikleo seemed to accept Leo's stubborn refusal of food. Good; he could keep that up. It wasn't like he hadn't gone days without eating before. It'd been a few years since then, but when he wanted to make a statement, he knew how to still. Surely someone who wanted their dear brother to be cared for could only endure causing him such pains for so long... or so he hoped. Leo honestly wasn't sure what he was accomplishing other than defiance, but damn it if it didn't feel good to do it.

Leo's eyes narrowed at the mention of the game again. A tagline... yes, something he'd started watching with Sorey that they had both agreed was too gory for their tastes, but he was definitely reminded of it as he suggested the 'game'-- oh, something about a Jigsaw or something... Leo couldn't remember rightly, but this definitely held the same malevolent air that the strange puppet man had had in the film. But when the wristcom appeared, it was impossible to restrain the way his lavender eyes popped, the way they stared at the device with avarice. That was his lifeline, his only hope unless he was somehow about to wiggle-worm to freedom, and he was... somehow doubting that. He pulled at his bonds a bit, as if the sight of his salvation had imbued in him a second wind. He needed that communicator--

But as Mikleo's words continued, Leo's struggle halted. He wanted... to trade it for compliance? Leo glared, a growl growing unbidden in the back of his throat. "And just how much cooperation do you need for that?" he snapped, snarling. "You don't break promises, but you don't give the full promise in the first place." And besides, there were plenty of loopholes in that statement. Mikleo was smart, but Leo was clever, too. Letting him contact them in no way meant communication, or better still salvation. For all he knew, the wrist com would ring twice then get hung up as the line connected. No, this was a ploy, a ruse for his trust. As if. Leo knew what game he was playing; a captive was only fun so long as there was hope, and here he was attempting to instill it; but Leo did not need any sort of extenuative circumstances to fill him with a knowledge that he would be saved. It was just a matter of time. So continue your cold smile, Mikleo, keep that wristcom in your pocket as long as you wanted; Leo did not want to be a puppet in your scheme. He'd endure. And endure. And endure still. Because as long as he did, it meant Mikleo was not getting what he wanted. That was more than enough satisfaction. [2016-03-03 1:15:54 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: So that was how he responded -- clever, though it was funny to see that attempting to trick his brother never crossed Mikleo's mind. Fixing the blanket draped over his frame, he decided to clarify. " Then, I'll reword this. In return for your obedience, I'll allow you to use the wristcom to call the MWPSB, detail out whatever has happened, anything you like -- and it will be easy for them to track where you're calling from. I promise you will call your team and have them save you. " He wasn't sure if it could get any clearer than that, but the PSB retrieving him wasn't the problem. Brother, he was taken away solely to spend time like this... so it would be a waste to not do it properly.

" When I say I want your cooperation, all I require is you to handle conversations with me and try to thrash around a little less. It's a hassle to force you to eat and change your attitude, so that's not what I'm concerned about. " And in succession, his hand reached out to cup his cheek, gently drawing his thumb across fair skin. " Besides, I like you just the way you are, brother." It was only a few seconds longer did he admire him for a moment, having briefly lost himself. " Does that make an agreement between the two of us? That is clear now, is it? " There was a spark of excitement in his eye, almost pleading to obtain some sort of acceptance...

...but if he refused to accept the offer, staying together forever didn't seem like the worst idea. [2016-03-03 1:27:41 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo stiffened at Mikleo's approach. Honestly, he hadn't done much by way of hurting him yet; the drugging was certainly unpleasant, but predictable. Why he was afraid of him touching him was unrelated to any of that, though. There was something off-putting in Mikleo's touch, even in the affectionate way that he adjusted the blanket. It was something his family had done for him countless times, semi-awake or otherwise Leo could remember. But the way Mikleo handled it... He focused instead on the words, words that Leo simply could not fathom. There was no way. Why... but he went on, specifics that Leo wouldn't have dared expect detailed right there in plain layman's terms that he could not deny were comprehensible. It didn't make sense...

"Why?" he challenged bitterly. His initial instinct to pull away from the hand on his cheek was pointedly ignored; a grab at good faith between the two of them? It made Leo sick to recognize that he could already be buying into the terms, but... that wristcom, the idea of freedom sounding so easy so long as he just denied himself a sliver of pride-- no. No his pride was not so cheap as to be taxed with candied words and some degree of reservations. He just needed to play a game-- just like Mikleo had worded it. It was a dysfunctional dance that he needed to learn the steps to, and quickly. "Why make this offer? You have what you want. right? Why throw it away for--"

And why talk your captor out of probably the best thing you had heard in days? It just didn't make sense. If there was one thing Leo liked to do, it was rationalize things. And this couldn't be untangled in his head. "... why are you even doing this? What's your angle?" [2016-03-03 1:45:13 AM] Gemi | aoxre: WHAM

The aggravated sound of a heel slamming against the wooden flooring of the room above. A harsh reminder that there was someone else still here, someone else who was trying to peacefully mind their own business despite how difficult it was becoming with all the racket that was being made. An annoyance that clearly dictated that something would be done if silence and peace was not granted as soon as possible. The girl hiding obediently in her room was growing rather impatient despite her endless acceptance of the circumstances with no argument. [2016-03-03 9:15:01 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: " Nothing is being thrown away. " His palm runs down his cheek, rounding his jaw, finding its place on his shoulder. The touch of his slender hand embraced the firm feeling of his brother's own skin; fair and youthful. " I just want your cooperation. You being saved by the MWPSB is the least of my concerns. " The lack of flinching and thrashing was pleasing, though he seemed perplexed as to why such an offer was given --

The sound of a heel meeting hardwood above fills the room, even bringing Mikleo to silence. A smile traced his lips, perhaps joyed with the situation. Copycat; she seemed to be able to keep even Mikleo in line, practically serving him reminders that the little deal ruckus should be softer. " ...it doesn't matter to you why I want this, does it? I have my own reasons, and they won't be of any help. " Caressing his shoulder tenderly, his head leaned over to rest himself against his brother, a bit mellow.

" So I'll ask again. Do you want to cooperate? " [2016-03-03 9:44:05 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo's glower did not waver, but a perplextion entered it that could not be contained. It didn't make sense. Why would he go to such extreme lengths to capture someone, to ensnare them beyond personal escape and throw the MWPSB for such a loop in searching for someone, and then just hand them back? The only thing Leo could conjure was that this was a larger scheme, that Leo was intended to be used as bait to bring the entire brigade in and take them out in one fell swoop. That was not an acceptable possibility; but the way that Mikleo looked at him, brushed so delicately across his cheek ( it gave him goosebumps, his stomach twisting in knots at the sensation of his flesh on Leo's )... there was something to it. Not a good something, granted, but... not a massively homicidal edge to it.

The flinch was entirely in response to the sudden sound from above, and Leo's head dropped back to stare at the ceiling. Someone else-- who ever had fucking roundhoused him before- was upstairs. Oh excellent, so it was two nut cases. Even less likely he would escape on his own when he considered that. Damn. Damn. But what the hell were they doing to inspire a sound like that? Leo, having no idea that she was lost in a book up there, could not conjure the cause of the noise other than just loud walking. It would make sense if the person in question was larger; after all, that hit had sent him reeling...

His head snapped back to Mikleo as he spoke, as he nuzzled gently against Leo, and no matter how he tried, he could not stop himself from stiffening at the touch. This... he never wanted to admit he was scared, but this man petrified him. What did he want? There had to be some other goal. Leo couldn't imagine there wasn't. If... if this was it... if he was the goal... This was more than just an obsession, and Leo was not comfortable with someone who called him brother being so fancied with touching him. Let be that he did not enjoy physical contact to begin with, but there was just something in this that left him feeling... well he certainly was not condoning the physicality. But what options did he have--?

His breathing was out of whack, no matter how he fought to restrain it. Mikleo- he set his teeth on edge, made his heart hammer in his throat despite every attempt to stifle his somatic responses. He gave a harsh swallow, then said back ( quieter, curse it, he wasn't trying to be quieter, but any louder and the warble in his voice would have betrayed his nerves ), "You just want conversation and less thrashing, right?" He paused, but he didn't really want feedback. He knew full well what Mikleo had said.

"Then get off."

That was as much cooperation as you would get. [2016-03-03 1:06:28 PM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: The offer accepted, he rose from his shoulder -- before backing away, his lips graced his brother's jaw with a tender kiss ( though more of a gentle peck. ) Now that the deal was done, his mood reached to greater heights, elated to know that they'd be able to work together like this. Of course, it also meant that the smallest hint of disobedience would lead to punishment... but it's not something that needed to be said. " Thank you. You'll be back there soon... but for now, just the two of us, alone... " A wistful smile, born from relief and pleasure draws his lips. " ...that's all I need. "

Taking a seat across from him, the sound of silence is rather heavy -- while he appreciated quiet days, Mikleo wasn't all for the idea of staying quiet when his brother was finally back. After all, it only made sense to check on your family at times. " Even though you say you've accepted, your expression is still quite complex. " It could've been that he was truly in the unknown of his thoughts, but Mikleo preferred to hear from his brother's words rather than from inference -- so he asked, straightforward.

" Are you confused? " It's stated quite simply, given the confused looks with a hint of disbelief; it was easy to doubt your captor, but if he felt there was evil intent from this situation... he'd have to change that thought. " If there's something you need to ask, I won't bite. I'll answer as much as I can -- I trust you. Even if you want to ask about my intentions and my involvement in some cases, I'll tell you. It's not much of a secret. " There was no reason as to why he would be so willing to show him his hand -- but he was so confident in himself -- that even if he displayed his cards out front to the MWPSB, there would still be success lying ahead. Mikleo was simply confident. [2016-03-03 8:42:35 PM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo had to physically restrain himself from pulled back as the other placed a gentle kiss to his jaw ( stop that ). He was never fond of even passing touches, so this was a whole new level of discomfort with and without context. And the way that Mikleo seemed to positively thrill at the sentiment that he was possibly going along with him ( after all, he'd clarified, not agreed ) met Leo with the desire to disappear, to sink into the bedpost at his back. The two of them alone... it was all Mikleo needed, and to that end Leo needed a bucket to be sick in. There was so much about this that made him uneasy, and he was already regretting even civility with this crazy man.

Silence was fine; Leo loved not talking as much as he could imaging Mikleo to be enamored with the sound of his own voice. He listened as Mikleo inquired, his confusion ebbing somewhat to give way to irritation. Of course he was confused. Anyone would be. But he didn't really find himself in a position to further interrogate, given that he had no leverage with which to ascertain truth from Mikleo. The man could say he did it because the chimpanzees out back told him to, and because Leo had no more reliable narrator he would have to, at least to some extent, wonder if it was true. He had no context, no baseline. So when Mikleo offered for him to ask about the situation, Leo shook his head. Whatever Mikleo's involvements and intentions, they would surely be made clear soon enough, without prying.

But didn't he need to say something? Wasn't that part of whatever arrangement they were supposed to be having, maybe, if Mikleo was even reputable source? Leo shifted. "So how long until you can take these off?" He kicked his feet up to show the zip tie. "May be all the rage in Paris, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to scar at this rate." [2016-03-04 12:33:51 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: No interest — ah, so no attempt at trying to wring answers out of him. In a sense, it was relieving to know that he wasn't going to do so. The whole questioning process would eventually get boring; though, was the questioner usually the one tied up...? It was a bit comical, thinking of that kind of situation.

Following his ankles held together by the zip tie, he noticed that they slid up to his bare skin, practically cutting into flesh. There was hints of bleeding from the sight of dried blood and closed cuts, but he didn't expect him to just take them off, did he...? Mikleo was lenient, but not that easygoing. " Whenever you fulfill your time here, I suppose... " It's spoken with a little grin, though it's unclear whether it meant he was attempting to be genuinely kind or simply cunning. " If you'd like, I can clean and take care of the cuts as you sleep — if you're that worried about scarring. " Eventually, they would turn to quite hideous scars; perhaps it was necessary to tend to those as well.

His hand cupped his brother's ankle, quietly examining the cuts. Nothing too deep, luckily... but even so, a cut was a cut— and dried blood was never a good sign. " I'll help you clean it, so don't worry about that. Thank you for telling me, brother — but I don't see what you mean by 'the rage in Paris...' it seems to be that you've picked up many phrases and a behaviour I'm not... familiarized with. " And that was wholly true — the snarkiness was simply something he didn't need to face every day. Each day was spent with Copycat who was loyal and charming, perhaps the exact opposite... so to have him comeback at him despite the circumstances — while it was funny at times, it was a bit confusing. ( But it's all the more to learn about him! ) [2016-03-04 10:07:10 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: Mikleo seemed to assess his injured ankles with a degree of amusement that made him want to smack the smile off his face. This wasn't funny. It was painful and demeaning to be tied up like this, and if MIkleo wanted Leo to cooperate with his bullshit fantasy family game, then this would be an excellent opportunity to gain some fucking brownie points. But the white-haired man seemed entirely satisfied with his handiwork. Leo's lips tugged into an unconscious snarl. "No thanks." he said. Scars never bothered him. Hell, with any luck he could pick up some kind of terrible infection or something. Hell, that would knock him out well enough... then he wouldn't have to deal with any of this...

"Really," he continued, pulling his legs back to his chest again. He rested his chin against them, glowering a bit. "Don't. I'm fine." He didn't want him touching him while he was unconscious. If he was sleeping, he wanted to be left alone. And it was disquieting to think that he wasn't... it wasn't like he slept very often as it was. Or perhaps it was just that he really didn't want Mikleo to touch him again under any circumstance.

At his inquiry at Leo's idiom, the Enforcer quirked a brow. For the first time, there was the thinnest of smirks tugging at the side of his lip. Seriously? This guy didn't know about-- well, he supposed it was a dated phrase. Paris hadn't been the fashion capital of the world in a good fifty years, not since Moscow ( how he knew that, he didn't know; he just reflexively blamed Sorey for any strange historical facts he'd gleaned... even if this one was probably Lailah... ). This guy.... "Maybe you oughta get out more." he advised. [2016-03-04 3:11:04 PM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: The appearance of a smirk brings a brief happiness, pleased to see there was more expression than the constant frowns directed towards him. While it was quite snarky, it was a pleasant display of his behaviour he'd been yearning to witness. ( he smiled back, too -- did he notice? ) " I would love to if I could. " Wandering in the city for him was a blaring signal and parading with neon lights, just waiting for the MWPSB to come and arrest him. " If I ever get the chance to go out, I would love to have you be my escort. It seems like you're much more knowledgeable about travel and tourism more than me."

Admittedly, he'd never given thought to travelling, though the idea proved to be interesting. There were never chances to go out or the time given to take leisurely trips, and especially not now -- seeing that the MWPSB was on his case, it was highly unlikely. Mikleo wondered if his brother went on many trips before -- was that fun? He hadn't gone on one since his childhood. " I don't remember going on many, so I'm missing out on quite a lot. The circumstances didn't allow me to. "

It was more like his uncle never gave thought to trying to take him out, only bothering to 'keep him alive' rather than caring for him as his nephew. Everyday was a day to wonder why his Psycho-Pass was always so low. His uncle found that odd; and it was only used as a cover up for his neglect. After all -- it would be impossible to tell he was abused when his Hue was clear as day. " By your words, I'm assuming you must've went on many. " ( it's a very quiet jealousy that rings in his words. ) [2016-03-05 8:18:41 PM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: If he could. What was holding him back? It wasn't like Mikleo flagged Sibyl when he was out and about, so why not take full advantage of that? At the notion of being his escort his expression soured once more. "I'm not exactly qualified." he retorted. Besides, he would be tacked down by the system immediately were he to leave this house... which was actually an excellent plan to get out of here, actually... "Tour guides aren't expensive. Just shell out for a proper one." And leave him out of it.

It wasn't like Leo exactly went out and about much. Some weekend trips camping ( Sorey always liked that kind of thing ) or some time spent out at the pier; a jaunt across town to some weird museum or the like, but Leo was hardly a travel-hardened veteran. "Maybe you should consider a hobby." he mused mirthlessly. Hell, stamp collectors had places to go.... even holed up in a creepy rustic lodge, surely Mikleo could conjure that much investment in something not Leo.

He shook his head. As much as he didn't want to continue the conversation... just keep it short. "Not really." he answered. "Get the green out of your eyes; I just went on school field trips and hops to the regular market. I'm not exactly a nomad." ... Mikleo was far too invested in the benign details of Leo's day-to-day... [2016-03-06 5:42:38 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: But even if he didn't go anywhere special, being able to go on trips with school friends or even going to the market with his newer family still sounded pleasant. It was hard for Mikleo to recall anything just as pleasant. Trips to the market would be done solely by him; housework was all his to do, watching his uncle laze around and leave him to tend to himself. Michael didn't seem to particularly care very much as to how he was doing -- he remembered, the first days of staying with him after he'd killed their mother -- threats to never tell a soul, putting his life on the line, even threatening to blame it on Mikleo instead. ( but it was never his fault. muse knew that, surely. )

" It still sounds fun. " He could imagine his brother on trips to the market, smiling as he'd pick out something he wanted, something he liked -- ah, he felt elated thinking of the innocent smiles he must've worn before. ( cute... it would be very cute. ) A glimpse of his innocence... what would he give; to see him pure, still vulnerable, and so adorable... no, he could still see that now, couldn't he? Mikleo had everything he needed to draw that reaction from his brother. He needed to see it. " The pleasantries of your past... I wonder, are you still so innocent, as vulnerable as you were then? "

Leaning over, both his palms cupped his brother's cheeks, unable to resist an adoring grin, admiring every aspect of him. Mikleo couldn't help the fact that he was infatuated with him. " Brother, do you think I'd be able to make you feel that way? Powerless -- unable to do anything but submit yourself to me. " He nears his face, leaning in with a grin so perverse, for thoughts so illogical. " A world with the two of us. One where you live for me, as I live for you..." [2016-03-06 9:29:34 AM | Edited 9:30:34 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: Fun? Sure, it was, whether it be alone or with the right company. The right company. In no uncertain terms, Mikleo did not fit the bill for Leo's idea of right company. And after he spoke of how frabjous it would be, Leo could see the gears of his mind start turning, something flitting through his mind that brought a fearfully cheery smile to his lips. Was it wrong to be so wholly unnerved by the mirth of one man? Could anyone blame him? Given circumstances, he had a margin of reasons to choose from as to just why he suspected foul things from such a simper, and as he leaned close, speaking softly of vulnerability and innocence, Leo felt his entire body rebel against any semblance of promise he had made. He pushed himself back against the bedpost, willing himself to abruptly tap into some ability to phase through matter so that he could withdraw further.

"Brother, do you think I'd be able to make you feel that way? Powerless-- unable to do anything but submit yourself to me."

Self control be damned as his eyes widened, lavender hues betraying a fright at those words that sent a chill down his spine. His skin prickled uncomfortably as Mikleo leaned closer. Were it to beat any harder, he was sure that Mikleo would hear his heart thumping wildly against his sternum, and he wanted to move, the wanted away, he wanted him to stop touching him, to stop with the perversion and terrifying rhetoric and stop teasing him with horrors and just--

"Stop fucking touching me-!" God willing, he would headbutt him again, because come hell or high water, MIkleo's face was not allowed that close to Leo's-- [2016-03-07 1:24:57 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Was it wrong to feel this way...? His heart; raging within its cages, crying out of a passion that could not be tamed -- love, this was love. The way his heart would rise and fall depending on his brother's words, an affection that made him feel the world's purity resonate within his chest. Despite the feeling being born from a wicked, illogical desire to keep his dear brother for himself, its existence itself was so pure. A fiery passion for more. The heartwrenching tugs at his heartstrings for every word of dislike received, but the longing for more. To see him when he's happy, sad, and the kind of expression and words he'd receive from seeing him feel the same way... that was love, wasn't it?

He could feel him backing away -- but no, Mikleo wouldn't allow that to happen. No matter what, these feelings had to be projected, expressed to him. It was his own confession, to tell him he loved him in actions rather than words. The further he backed away, the closer his face would lean in. Regardless of how he'd retaliate, there was always something to fallback onto. That's right... he wanted to show him how much he loved him. Right now, doing that felt to be the most important thing in the world. Even if it were to mar his innocence, that was alright -- because he loved him, it was alright. " Don't be afraid, brother. " Closer, closer. He needed to be closer. " I won't hurt you. I'll be as gentle as I can. "

At this point, even their breaths were overlapping, Mikleo practically fuming hot air onto his skin. Almost... just a little bit more. I want you to be mine. He could feel his eyelids droop, lips parting ever so slightly as the distance between them rapidly decreased. Even Mikleo was nervous, himself. But he'd be willing to give this first to his brother -- a sign of his love. And so he approached, his lips only inches away-- [2016-03-07 2:01:29 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: The bid to not be afraid had quite a contrary effect on Leo as his body seem to tip just over the edge from frightened to terrified. He'd be gentle? No- no no no, hell no, don't touch him, keep away, -- "Back off!" His lips were entirely too close as Leo turned his head to the side ( no. fucking way was he sitting still and letting that happen, not while he drew breath ), pushing his legs out from where they were folded by his chest and catching Mikleo. He wasn't sure precisely what he would hit, nor how effective it would be, but th bottom line was clear:

Mikleo would not be touching him. Not like this, not right now. [2016-03-07 2:17:58 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: His legs flew out, just about pushing him anywhere they could -- they'd hit his thighs in a desperate attempt to keep him away. It was not a strong attack, but it was one nevertheless -- if his brother were to continue refusing like this, he'd have to take a more drastic measure... " There's no need to be nervous. " One more chance, brother -- anymore, and that would cross the line. Of course, being gentle didn't seem to work as well as he thought it would.

" Let's try that again, shall we? " But this time, hands shot out to his shoulders, shoving him to the ground. What was far more horrifying than his methods was the grin that simply wouldn't leave his lips ( he looked so entertained, such a mischevious smile he wore. ) This time, he had to assure dominance, let him know exactly where his place was -- " There's no reason to fight back. It only makes your position worse. " Pinning him down by the shoulders, straddling him and ensuring that he wouldn't be able to escape this time -- ( just one kiss, brother! ) a hand released to keep a firm grip on his head, otherwise he would continue dodging him. " Just one. Think of it like taking medicine. A bit weird, and then it's over. "

Mikleo took no timing in moving down to his lips, completely ignoring the terror worn upon his visage -- it was alright. This is what he wanted. And once more, far more forcefully than the last, his lips drew near quickly -- [2016-03-07 2:36:42 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: That smile- there was something very wrong with Mikleo, and that smile betrayed any sort of malevolent intentions and unsettled stabilities in his mind. There was something wrong with him. And now he was trying to inflict that on Leo. In no way did he want to convey that he was afraid ( which creators help him, he was very afraid right now ), but there were some things more detrimental to his wellbeing than giving away very obviously that he was frightened. Things like allowing Mikleo to kiss him. Raven didn't even try things like that, and not only were they not pseudo related ( he was not related to this maniac, he couldn't be, he wouldn't let himself be-- ), but they were significantly more of a level that it would be more reasonable. This was just... this was beyond assault and he-- he didn't--

He was not nervous- he was petrified, and Mikleo's hands on his shoulders, grabbing him, slamming him down roughly onto the wood earned a shout of pain as his hands pushed into his back, the zipties cutting further into his wrists. He thrashed where he was, fighting to escape before Mikleo pinned him to the floor. Just one? That was-- it was not medicine and it was not okay- "S-stop-!" But with his hands and legs bound, with Mikleo's weight holding him in place, there was no where to go, no where except--

One would expect surprise, full blown panic, to root him to the spot as the sensation of Mikleo's lips on his registered in his mind. But Leo had discovered long ago that a startled reaction to things got you no where- it got people you loved killed, crushed, maimed and injured beyond medical salvation if you hesitated for too long. So as shocking as the feeling was, he would not be swept up in it. Fine, Mikleo, you wanted a kiss, you got it, and Leo's mouth opened just wide enough to catch Mikleo's lower lip between his teeth. And he bit down. Hard. No fucking way was he doing that to him and not suffering consequences-- you were not the only one who could administer punishment, and as long as he still had his wits about him, you could bet he would be fighting tooth and nail-- [2016-03-07 2:58:57 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: A brief moment of bliss, allowing his brother's lips to grace his own ( and how heavenly it was, to give your first to someone you loved so dearly ), abruptly halted by his mouth opening and --

" --...! "

The pain was piercing, his teeth digging into flesh with all the might he could muster ( if he weren't so weak, he could've bitten his lip off normally, quite frightening! ), a gasp then his reflexes barely managing to tug his lip out with all his might -- and damn was he strong for being weakened so much! If he'd reacted a little faster, there would probably be less blood coating his lip; while he hadn't bit it off, there was certainly a wound, crimson pouring from his lip. How hard did he bite...?

Mikleo didn't bother giving an answer back to his retaliation, only pulling out a medical kit and wiping down the blood, though perhaps it was better fixed up with a mirror. There was a slight grimace of pain, but nothing more -- no tears, no screaming, simply an expression that spelled a disgust though he struggled to smile. But he was mad, he definitely was. There was no way that action could simply be pushed under the rug. With a blank gaze, Mikleo lifelessly went for the briefcase, taking no time to get the syringe ready. ( one more time. ) No words, only a glower that carried the most minute amount of pain -- forcing his brother to turn over, taking absolutely no time at all to inject the drug once more. How dare he -- no matter how deep his love ran, attacking him like that was deserving of this back.

It hurt, yes, it did. But somehow, the mixture of anger and dominance temporarily tucked away the pain, only leaving what was left of a villain, no longer wanting to deal with his business. Especially, not now. He would have to clean up the cut ( it wasn't too deep, but even so... )

Don't think that you can defy me. [2016-03-07 3:13:58 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: How hard did he bite? With everything he could muster- between the panic, the lingering drugs, and just relative weakness from circumstance, it wasn't as pointed or powerful as he wanted it to be, but his message was clearly received. And yet Mikleo gave no call, no furious raving or crying. He blanked, a vacant smile on his lips that certainly conveyed some swirling maelstrom just beneath the surface. And as horrific as that was, as much as his motions set Leo's blood to ice, the Enforcer pushed himself up as best as he could, struggling to fight back across the room and the floor. To hell with the banging from upstairs, to hell with whatever bullshit agreement they had reached or whatever, to hell with all of this, he was not going to take this quietly; there was no way, no way he was just going to let this happen to him, not when he had the strength to fight.

"You can't keep me like this." he insisted, his voice more pitchy and desperate than he had initially realized. But Mikleo was preparing a syringe- fuck he was doing it again-- And he pushed himself back yet again. "You can't fucking do this to people- you don't just get to tie up whoever you fucking want and force them to play dollhouse with you just because you're messed up. You can't do this- you- don't fucking touch-- ah-!" And he was shoved again, this time the wind evacuating his lungs and Mikleo forced him down on his front. He struggled beneath him, shouting, "Let me go-! Stop fucking- stop it- let me go, you can't keep me here- I can-- ah-!" The pinprick was eerily familiar as the syringe entered his arm, tugging and ripping at the back of his arm as he thrashed beneath him in resistance; that was going to scar, but why did he care about another scar, he just wanted that heat not to blossom, that familiar lightheadedness to take longer to delay. But with his heart pumping so hard that he thought it would give up, the drug did nothing but rush faster through his system, and he continued fighting and writhing for as long as he could manage, still cursing and speaking until it devolved into basic nonsense. "You not... you.... stop... I.... it's just... I...."

Panting, he turned on his side, the room spinning around him in technicolor as he forced his eyes closed; the motion was nauseating, but... the sensation of the drug was... strangely calming... even though he knew what it was, even though he could hear some distant part of himself telling him that was a bad sign, that he shouldn't acclimate to that, he was at least familiar with something in his life right now... "I... won't... he... Sorey..." [2016-03-07 9:14:56 AM] Gemi | aoxre: The sound of steps, slow, languid against wooden steps. There was no hurry since the sound of the struggle had died to peaceful quiet. While the house wasn't dalapidated, it wasn't new by any regards. The walls weren't sound proof, and she could hear pretty much all that had transpired. It had become such an annoyance that her head was about to burst, but she had remained quiet until she was sure that Leo had fallen to the effects of the drug that Mikleo has surely administered to shut him up. It was then that she made her descent to see the outcome with her own eyes. Once more pushing the door open, caramel hues calculated the events and put two and two together. Things banged into had been knocked over, the struggle of predator and prey. That wretched copy lay a wreck on the floor, his clothes and hair a mess with dried crimson against his lip. Mikleo wasn't too much better, what with him haphazardly attempting to apply first aid to his own bleeding lip. Piecing it together, the girl offered a sigh of sheer disappointment.

"You will do something wrong if you attempt to do it on your own, hold still."

Bending down, lithe fingers were tender against the broken skin, tracing over the damage so softly as she cleaned up the blood and applied a bandage to keep a scar from forming. Her blood boiled, to think that someone so low could do such a thing to Mikleo without remorse... if there was a scar, that wretched copy would have hell to pay. The girl was already mad enough that he had already done the damage, though it was surely Mikleo's fault as well. If only he'd look past this silly affection that would go nowhere.

"There, finished. Now go fix yourself, you have blood all over you. It looks terrible. Leave me to him, I want to... talk to him."

Her expression unreadable, her eyes fell to the unconscious victim. Perhaps there was a sliver of pity in her bloodstream for the wrecked mess of a human, but it didn't really matter.

Upon his waking, he would be met with a familiar brunet with kind green eyes. It was time for this struggle to end. [2016-03-07 2:05:42 PM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Silently, Mikleo listened to her instructions, gently placing a finger atop the bandage. It was... painful, yes, but having it cleaned up made everything much better. Moving his lip too much for now would hurt -- but he was grateful to have such a kind partner who was... demanding at times. " Thank you, " he answered back, still drowning in the feeling of having his brother's lips to his own.

They were soft, somewhat dry and chapped from his current situation and perhaps from the lack of care, yet they were plushy, and... oh, how much had he longed for that feeling? Leaving Copycat with his brother, all he could do was wash up and stay out of the room for awhile -- surely, she didn't want his presence in there.

She was going to do something... and he trusted her every decision. With a single smile, the door closed behind him with a gentle click, ecstatic to see the results of her plan. [2016-03-07 2:21:14 PM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: His head throbbed, slowly at first, but more over time as consciousness slowly began to wash over him. He grew more and more aware of the bed beneath him, of the illness that seemed to throb through him in the wake of the dosage. Guess he'd earned it, given the nature of things when he's last been put dow-- no. No he hadn't earned any of this. This wasn't some divine penance or ethereal retribution; hadn't Sorey told him time and again that he took blame for entirely too many things that were well outside of his responsibility? Wasn't it high time he adopted Sorey's stance on things and stopped accepting blame? Well it sure felt like it. Fuck that. Fuck this whole situation, and the man that had done this to him, the one who had discarded him unconscious on the floor like so much garbage and then left him there because he didn't appreciate facing consequences to his disgusting actions. Fuck the whole scenario and-- the more he sat there, flitting between actual consciousness and a drug induced haze, the more irritate he became. "This is.... hng... this is so... stupid..." he whispered, struggling to come around. It had been easier last time, damn it; but in some way, he almost didn't want to wake up. That... wasn't giving up, right? It was just easier...

No, that was absolutely giving up. And Leo refused. With a dedicated groan, a pointed effort, Leo rocked himself onto his side, alleviating the pressure and at least some of the stiffness that had come with his prior stance. There was no helping the pain in his legs and arms. So long as he was bound the way he was, there was nothing that would remedy that. He'd just have to be patient ( fuck patience-- ). Even that menial task seemed strained, and he breathed heavily as he laid lethargically on his side. "D-damn..."

And when his eyes cracked open, he could have sworn his heart stopped. That... no way. He couldn't be-- "S...Sor...ey?" His voice was weaker than he wanted it to be, but disbelief betrayed him. He'd known Sorey would come, that the PSB would be at his back, but it was a bit.. quicker than-- why look a gift horse in the mouth. He ought to assure him that he was okay, that he wasn't hurt ( not considering ), and that he would be alright, just get him out of here. But his mind was still afflicted, his consciousness debatable, and rather than concerning himself about Sorey's hue or psycho pass ( he should have, damn it he needed to make sure he was okay ), he felt his throat tighten, a familiar sting in his eyes as a sense of relief washed over him. Get him out of here, please... please... [2016-03-08 9:10:32 PM] Gemi | aoxre: Paitently she sat there, alikened so perfectly to the image of the face that Leo would know upon his drug induced slumber. Over and over in her head, she recited the words that would be spoken. Her main goal was to remain calm, albeit even sitting still her blood was coursing hot in her veins. Her disdain for this pathetic mess of a human was something she needed to keep in check if she were to break him down as she had planned. It would please Mikleo, too, to have him be submissive at last. While she still couldn't understand his obsession for this wretched copy, she was still bound to that man regardless. Her body was for his use, her skill of holotech unmatched by any other to mask her image with another's face. She was considered a genius, after all, so easily able to imitate another human being to where even they had questioned their authenticity. It was pathetic. She had spoken with Sorey on several occassions, and with how honest he was as a person, she had come to learn much of what she needed to use against the man who lay on the bed. A small part of her felt guilty, she had enjoyed her conversations with the brunet in the park and the stories he had to tell. His smile was warm and pleasant, the girl had felt at ease in his presence. If he were to raise a Dominator against her... So long as Mikleo was somewhere else, she'd allow him to fire it.

Her thoughts interrupted by the sound of stirring beside her, it was time for the show to begin. Genuine expressions that the brunet would show, concern within emerald hues as the name was spoken against dry lips. Slow, slow... Patience would be the victory of this little song and dance. She was a mastermind, she had practiced. There would be no error here, there was no room for it.

"Leo-- You've woken up!" [2016-03-08 9:29:55 PM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: Sorey's eyes lit with concern, and Leo had half a mind to tell him to calm down, that he was ailing less than it appeared, but he simply did not have the energy to. His mind still reeled listlessly from the drug, his arms and legs stiff and aching from not only the awkward position he had been laying in, but from the inability to move further than where he was tied. No, now wasn't the time to reassure Sorey- for once, just once, he was going to be selfish about this. "Y-yeah." he said, forcing half a smile as he pushed up with his shoulder.

Getting to a sitting position was difficult for a number of reasons, and he teetered unsteadily upon rising- vertigo; damn that was intense. He shut his eyes, willing the world to stop spinning before he opened them a crack to focus on his brother. "'m- I'm ready to... to go home now... if you don't mind..." The wry smirk was about all he could manage- moving as he had expended entirely too much of his reserves, his throat and mouth dry as he kept his breathing under control. Once the drug wore out of his system, he'd be fine, he was sure. But for now, he was still slightly in its clutches, his movements lethargic, words slurred to the extent that it was noticeable, but not detrimental. But it didn't matter- this nightmare was going to be over soon, and just as he'd predicted. Still, thank goodness... [2016-03-08 11:00:26 PM] Gemi | aoxre: "You're a mess, just what happened here?"

That tone of voice laced with that honest tongue of his, rising from the chair she had been sitting in to move closer to the man who had hoisted himself into a sitting position only to wobble before clenching his eyes shut. No doubt it was a side effect from the drug's effects, hadn't Mikleo administered a bit too much of the narcotic? It wasn't that she cared rather than impressed that he hadn't lost his breath from an overdose. Only she knew how to properly give the antidote should such an occurence come to pass, though if she would actually do it was another story...

Hands reached out, taking a soft hold of his shoulders to keep him steady, earnest movements that the brunet would have done in instances such as this. He had done them before, hadn't he? She could recall as such. He wasn't one who enjoyed being touched, heaven forbid he hadn't made that fact known at least ten or more times. Yet the touch was gentle, something simple to keep him from falling. It was just that, nothing more. It wasn't her stalling, this type of concern was something he would do. She had seen it firsthand, apart from the stories that Mikleo had fed her so she could get an ideal vision of the Inspector's personality. He would want to know what had happened, what damage had been done. It was enough to lower Leo's guard, particularly since he was already overloaded with foreign substances in his bloodstream. She just needed to persevere, it would give it's payout in due time.

"Leo--" [2016-03-08 11:13:37 PM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: The thought of an overdose had certainly crossed Leo's mind, and while he had half a mind to be concerned about it, part of him almost thought of it as a potential blessing. Long passed were the days when he literally sought death, but should his options be to stay here or be let free, then... he... Still, he would resist and endure, if only so that he could return home...

He did not flinch from the brace on his arm, almost relaxing into the touch if only because he could recognize it. Familiar, full of promise and warmth, hope was in that hand and Leo was more than content to allow it to touch him even if no other could. And it had taken enough to get him to that point as well. But it was Sorey- at the end of the day this was Sorey and he was safe now... he shook, fighting the stinging in his eyes ( pathetic, absolutely pathetic ) before he answered, "It's n-not important right... right now, let's just... g-get out of here. I'll tell you l-later..." Or never. Never was highly possible. Regardless, he had well overstayed his stay here, and was eager to get a move on.

"J-just get... get this off me?" [2016-03-09 12:30:47 AM] Gemi | aoxre: It was enough, this much. Leo was so vulnerable, so eager to just get out and expecting Sorey to take him there. Hadn't he been expecting it all along? That someone would come looking for him? It was just too perfect, the pieces fitting into place as Leo succumbed to the selfishness of his desires to be saved by hands that were holding trembling shoulders. The mimic hiding behind the mask had to resist the urge to smile, to crumble the facade she was doing so well in keeping up. Leo was so unforgivably stubborn, it was admirable and pitiable at the same time. He had fought so hard and yet here he was, so heavily dependent upon that face he believed in. It would make breaking him apart all the more satisfactory, so much more sweet than she had first thought it would be.

Hands release from his shoulders, fingers raising to her chin before giving a tap as though the brunet was contemplating something he didn't quite understand. Emerald hues glace around the room, almost in search before falling once more back on the man on the bed. Lids fell to where they were half open before hands fell to her sides.

"How many times... Leo."

Perfect, so perfect. How perfect was it going to be to watch his features contort and his strength just leave--

"How many times am I going to save you?" [2016-03-09 12:39:23 AM] (✿´‿`) | Adorkable Noodleo: It took so much for Leo to be so open as he was with Sorey. Even with their history and understanding, he had been hardened, jaded by circumstance, and it had taken so much energy and effort to get to a point of comfort and normalcy with him again. Leo was not the sort to rely on others- do not ask someone to do what you could not, do not put yourself in debt to another, and always remember your place at the end of the day. Sorey had challenged those views, had twisted them on their head and shown Leo that him, at least Sorey-- he could rely on Sorey of all people. If he dared he could even trust the others with his life; it was almost impossible to conjure that sort of faith, but with Sorey, he could finally do it. Allow himself to rely on Sorey as Sorey would assuredly rely on him; wasn't that the deal? So of course he was of the belief that he would be saved by these hands. Of course he trusted Sorey implicitly to help him and--

How many times what? Leo watched him quizzically. What the hell was there to question when there were zipties on his wrists, the blood clotting in his cuts, who knew what narcotic in his veins that still held fast to his consciousness? What was he considering before he looked to him--

Leo had swum at all times of year. Probably not the most advisable thing, but it had always been enjoyable. But the recollection of that late-December fall back when he was ten was not something he wanted to relive; yet now as Sorey spoke, he felt it again- the clamminess on his skin, the ice in his veins, the chill in his core as he struggled to comprehend the words being spoken. "Wh-... wh-what?" He scowled. "This is... is no time f-for jokes, Sorey. W-we can divvy it up later..." But he did not sound so firm in that statement as he wanted. How many times... was he...? It didn't make sense. Leo wasn't some damsel, he didn't require constant saving. Just... just this once, he supposed, but he'd been trying! He'd been trying and... and he'd always been enough before, so... it wasn't too much to ask, after all they had been through... right...? "S..Sorey...?" [2016-03-23 11:38:33 PM | Removed 11:38:45 PM] Gemi | aoxre: This message has been removed. [2016-03-23 11:51:14 PM] Gemi | aoxre: The cringing of his expressions as the realization began to sink in was nearly something intoxicating, the fact that he was so extremely reliant when she had known from the beginning that he was someone who couldn't put his trust in even himself. Mikleo had given her this copy's life story, she knew him inside and out when he didn't even know what she looked like. Mikleo had made certain that no one knew of her existence, and it was to her benefit since she was able to slip around where he wasn't able to tread. Even with his consistently low CC, there were those who sought after him when she could walk freely so long as sensors weren't around to pick up her hue. It was so dependent upon Mikleo, the changes came with his shifting expressions. But that had become a natural occurence, she never even questioned it. However, Leo had no fallback. He had begun to trust, and the mimic would make certain that he would never trust again. It would tear whatever bond he had with others from the inside out, especially with that soul Sorey ( another pang to her chest, was this what guilt felt like...? ).

Sorey had even gone as far as to tell her that he had finally been able to get Leo to open up to him, to have his ' brother ' believe in him. Oh how the frail fall so easily... Another twitch to keep her lips from raising as those emerald hues remained firmly focused on the captive before her. Those eyes of his, staring so wide with shock... Infuriated her. A rising anger from her stomach upward, a heat following close behind and before she was able to think about refraining, a hand reached out and grabbed at his hair, yanking him towards her masked image. It didn't deviate her, it wouldn't. Her voice was kept low, calculated and soft. The very voice he spoke in, every little pitch and manner in which his tone came forth, it was all so pinpoint precise.

"I've been thinking... Leo."

Releasing the hold she had on his hair, a step back was taken. A blow to his heart was needed, something to shake the ground he was desperately attempting to keep hold of. Even if the grip on his hair had been harsh, he was becoming used to physical abuse, thanks to that idiot guardian of hers. Didn't he know tact was needed when it came to breaking a soul? She knew this well enough, seeing as it had been her in the very same place. Perhaps that was a reason she despised this wretched copy so much, apart from the fact that Mikleo seemed to adore the very ground he walked upon and every breath he took was a sacred treasure.

"Don't you think that all of this is your fault?" [2016-03-24 12:03:19 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: What-- Sorey was never like this. Despite his size, he was a gentle person, someone who unconsciously treated everyone as if they were smaller and weaker than him just on reflex; to his credit, they usually were. Sorey was... well, he was a bit stronger than Leo strictly thought humans needed to be without serious effort, but he'd always been so conscious of that. The way that he grabbed Leo though, forced his face near Sorey's... his stomach rolled, a cold, stifled feeling in his chest as he eyed the other with measured anxiety. What... why was he acting like this...? He'd-... he'd come all this way.... to help him, right? Of course he did- what was Leo thinking, this was Sorey at the end of the day- at the end of the day, this was his brother, someone who cared about him despite his sins, despite the taint in his blood and history; Sorey cared about him, he would....

Letting him go did him no favors as Leo reeled for a moment, catching himself on the bed on his elbow to keep himself from toppling. You would be surprised how little balance you had, being bound and drugged for days on end. He turned his eyes up slightly, the room still a bit hazy as Sorey spoke- what was with this tone? He sounded so rigid, so flat and enigmatic compared to his typically convivial and open cadence. This was calculated, this was...

"Don't you think that all of this is your fault?"

His stomach dropped, eyes widening as he looked at nothing. He couldn't meet Sorey's eyes as he struggled to register the words- had Sorey learned a different language in his years at the MWPSB's academy? He... surely he wasn't saying... what Leo thought he had said. All of those things he had told him before- to forgive himself, that he would never blame him, that it wasn't his fault, not his fault, not his-- seemed to sink like lead beneath the buoyed phrase that he had just uttered. Didn't he think.... all of this...?

Why was he shaking? It was such a common feeling nowadays that he couldn't be entirely sure of the root cause now. The drugs? The hunger, or pain? Or was it just... Lavender eyes inched up slowly, trepidation in them as he fought to look at Sorey. It was almost impossible, like staring into the sun, to look at him. He... couldn't... "W... why are y-you... saying this...?" Just untie me. Please, I put my faith in you, you told me-- you said... was that all... not you, too. Never you-- [2016-03-24 12:31:05 AM] Gemi | aoxre: You put your faith in him so poorly, left it so open for disrepair.

The stories that she had heard were similar to horror stories you would tell a child to make them behave before bedtime. The hell that he had endured alongside that brilliant ray of sunlight who made up the Enforcer who remained with him was so much that the mimic almost wanted to believe that she was being told a fairy tale. Mikleo had held no details from her when explaining the death of their grandfather, the one who had taken Sorey and Leo under his wing and raised them. However, Mikleo had certainly made it sound so... greusome how Leo had been kept from his side. No matter, that part was something she disregarded. It wasn't important when it came to what she needed to know in breaking him down. Between the miniscule details Sorey had indulged her in, of how Leo was always someone who blamed himself for every little thing when he didn't have to to how much he beat himself over events of the past. Sorey really was someone far too trusting ( again... that pang... ).

Arms crossed over themselves, that face of his so very gentle when it gazed upon the wretched copy. It wouldn't take much to break him it seemed, far less than she had originally thought. Already he was beginning to crack, so much even she felt a little bad for him. She had expected him to be so much more headstrong than this, especially since he had been so fervent in his refusals to Mikleo's toyish whims. Sorey was certainly someone important to him, someone who held him together by a thin thread she was about to snap.

"Why? Well, isn't it?"

A cant of her head, the stance that the Enforcer often held when he was being inquisitive of something. It felt so casual, like the boy she was mimicing wasn't even thinking twice of what his lips spilled forth. A conversation he would have held on any normal day, but Sorey wasn't like that. Thus her stance shifted, scratching at the back of her head before letting her hand fall to her side.

"It goes all the way back... You left me under those boxes. And Gramps died."

An exhale as if he had given up on something.

"You were told not to blame yourself but... Shouldn't you blame yourself more?" [2016-03-24 12:40:19 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: "Why? Well, isn't it?"

What was this feeling, staring at Sorey- calm, completely closed off from Leo in a way that he had never seen before. He couldn't identify the root of it, but he felt as if he were tossed to a whirlpool- the room was spinning, his heart leaping with it as Sorey went on. Left him... and Gramps---... No, no he'd tried his best, damn it- he'd tried as best as he could to save Sorey, but- but who could lift metal like that? He wasn't a god and Sorey wouldn't expect that of him- he'd told him as much, no one could expect that of him, and what was he supposed to have done about Gramps-- he'd gone through so many years being told that he couldn't have saved Gramps, that there was nothing more he could have done even if he had divided his focus and lent the elder aid ( he'd done nothing, the coward, while Sorey had thrown himself at that beast of a man, Leo had frozen, he'd done nothing, he'd done nothing and then-- ).

A flare of half-hearted defensiveness caught wind, peaking up as he pushed off the bed. "B-but--... Sorey, y-you were the one that said--" His breath caught in his throat, his voice hitching as he thought back to that conversation; it had come out of the blue, while he was in recovery. He blamed himself too much, he had told Leo. He absolved others in compensation for shouldering a weight that others would have buckled beneath, and he did it all so willingly. Sorey had told him not to, that he didn't deserve it. So... what had changed his mind? What had Leo done? He hadn't meant to- he... he hadn't meant to end up here, to make him come save him. He'd been trying to escape this whole time. But... trying was never good enough, right? There was no try: just do or don't. And Leo hadn't. In any situation, he simply hadn't. He never did. Maybe that....

He was shaking his head- it was a nervous tick that no one had ever really caught, save Dezel ( who, if he recalled correct, had literally put him in a headlock the first time he noticed it ). It was an absent motion, one he wouldn't have even caught if his hair wasn't tickling his nose from the shift. "N-no... You... Sorey I-" He turned his eyes up. "I didn't... I didn't mean to. Y-you know that. I wanted to k-keep you both safe, I swear, please, I-..." [2016-03-24 1:07:13 AM] Gemi | aoxre: He was on the edge, it was clear enough that he was wavering. The doubt was sweeping over him like a blanket, closing in and suffocating him as any sort of positivity that was fed to him was being drowned out by the thoughts of what he did wrong, what went wrong, everything that could have happened differently but didn't thanks to his negligence. The self pity and loathing made her sick, there was no respect from her for this wretched copy who did nothing but take blame upon himself with no actions to show for it. What did people see in this sad excuse of a human...?

She wasn't done yet, he had yet to be broken fully. Only when there were no words for him to speak would she have fulfilled her goal. A hand gently reached out, placing itself upon his shoulder. Sorey was one of the very few who could touch his person with ease, yet the immediate tensing of his shoulders gave hint that he didn't want that type of contact. Just for a moment, then, just for a moment.

"You didn't mean to... But it happened anyway. Gramps died for it, and you ran."

Her hand removed from his shoulder, another step back was taken. He was so close, teetering so very close to ruin. She wanted to deliver her blows fast and concise, leaving him no room for recovery. If he recovered, he's start doubting everything that was happening, and she simply couldn't have that. She needed him obedient and quiet, Mikleo would be satisfied with that. Her stance turning, it was only after a moment's pause that her attention returned to the man on the bed, a crumpled heap of flesh and bone. He still had his thoughts, and she's remove them.

"Don't you know, that they were after you? That gramps died... Because of you?" [2016-03-24 1:20:28 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo almost shied away from that touch on his shoulder, his entire body rebelling away from Sorey. Usually a source of comfort, he was finding that the familiar gesticulation was upending, that it did nothing to quell the shuttering of his body, the slamming in his chest. Sorey was.... not like this, he wouldn't say these things- but here he was. Was this some kind of weird fever dream? Maybe it was just-- just a hallucination-- but that touch, it felt so real and he was so close, he...

His head shook still, trying desperately to convey that no, no wait he didn't run- that's not what happened, Sorey couldn't think of him like that; he was many things, but he wouldn't have run to leave them to those heathens, he had-- he had gone to flag authorities, he hadn't run away, please, Sorey, you have to understand he didn't leave you-- His breath caught in his throat, and he choked back a desperate sob that wracked him momentarily, caught himself just barely as Sorey's hold on him vanished. "Why....?" Why was he doing this? Why now, why when he was-- this wasn't the time for- for petty, stupid discussions he just wanted out he just-- please, just take him away from here; Sorey could hate him ( Leo would never be okay again if he did, but he could, he had every right to, hell he practically encouraged it, he had earned it ), he would understand, but couldn't he hate him back at headquarters, back where he was safe, unless...

Unless he wanted him to rot here.

"Don't you know, that they were after you? That Gramps died... Because of you?"

The shaking stopped. His heart stopped- if it hadn't, he couldn't feel it. Perhaps the world itself had actually ceased motion as he processed what he'd said. That man... was after... him? Just like Mikleo now, just like... it was all him....? Not just the guilt, the incomprehensible survival ( like a cockroach, he was like a damn roach in society he just wouldn't fucking die ), not just... but they had actually been targeting him.... all along...? There was no way out of it then. There was no way to say it wasn't on him because... because it made sense. Why had he survived when the man could clearly have killed him in an instant? Why had Sorey been so battered, almost beyond saving, and Gramps killed, when he had barely but a burn to his name? Why...

Why was he still here...? Seeking forgiveness when there was none to be given...?

"I- I kn-knew it... it was my fault but..."

Tears were spilled without recognition, his gaze leveled against a knob in the wood of the floor. It was a silent grief, resignation with which he spoke. "I didn't... I could never-" He didn't mean to, but it happened anyway. Sorey had already said that. Intention did not dismiss culpability and he knew it. So this really... was... "I'm... I'm sorry.... I don't-- why--- Sorey, please, I..." There was nothing he could say, was there... there was... if Sorey was saying this... No he couldn't give up, he needed to-- but this was his only chance, right? This was how he was supposed to get away, and, if he... wasn't worth saving...

It made too much sense. [2016-03-24 5:50:02 PM | Edited 5:52:44 PM] Gemi | aoxre: The fragility of his person was something she had been told about, sure, but the mimic hadn't quite expected it to be this easy to break into the cracks of his mind and split them apart. He had been so easily thought of as a person with a great amount of strength on his shoulders, seeing as to how he had fervently refused every advance Mikleo had made against him and had kept on pushing forward despite all that had happened in his life until this point. Always advancing, always taking one step in order to keep moving onward. In a way it was admirable that regardless of what stood in his path, he was always trying to keep going. However, that journey needed to end here, his walk would reach it's destination at this point whether he wanted it to or not. It was almost sad to see him shatter in such a manner. The tremble of his voice, the tears that fell from his eyes.

And it wasn't her he was losing this strength to, it was Sorey. Sorey was the one he was talking to, Sorey was the one who was delivering these blows he couldn't fight against. He was begging now, begging for things the girl didn't understand since he couldn't form a coherent sentence anymore. It was a satisfying point, each tear that ran down his face was a jab to his already broken soul. She wondered if he'd ever recover from this, hoping that he wouldn't. A pet was a lot nicer to deal with when it was quiet. There would be no resistance, not even a little bit once her words had thoroughly broken him. It was only just a matter of time until he couldn't say a single word anymore.

"What difference does it make, though? He's still gone. I was still left there."

Another scratch behind his head, another exhale before shoulders slumped. Disappointment written across masked features, she was well practiced for this moment. It shifted, a rare form of anger but one she knew could come from the Inspector she copied when it was needed. Those emerald eyes remained fixed, unyielding in their punishment.

"If it hadn't been like that... If he didn't come after you, Gramps would still be alive." [2016-03-24 7:10:50 PM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Why..... why, why, why was it turning out like this? Sorey had spoken to him before, had assuaged ( as much as humanly possible ) his fears concerning this subject. He'd told him he didn't blame him, told him that this wasn't his fault, regardless of everything surrounding the event-- but that was just it, wasn't it? If that man was after him ( why, what purpose could that man have had pursuing him, he was just a stupid kid, a graduate with nothing to proclaim but an ear for strings and a mind for old literature ), then... maybe that was it. Maybe that was just too much for ever Sorey- resilient, sublime... how long had he had him on the pedestal...- to handle. He had never been sure when the other shoe would drop, and now, he couldn't remember when he had stopped operating as if it would.

And now he regretted that.

Sorey spoke further, and Leo sat up straight, curling his legs into his chest and dropping his head. "Stop...." He'd never heard him speak with such acrid tones before, and certainly never expected to hear such directed toward him. He fought to hide himself, to vanish into the two hills of his knees as his brother- damn it why - continued. "S-stop it....."

"If it hadn't been like that... If he didn't come after you,...

"Gramps would still be alive."

He loved you Leo, and nothing will ever change that.

"Shut up!" He couldn't escape, not with how he was bound and subdued like this, but the call was raw, almost defiant as he struggled to back away from Sorey on the bed. He.... what had happened to when they visited the grave? To when they finally talked it through, when Leo described to him with a heavy heart and heavy words the events of those days prior? What had changed Sorey so much? He didn't want to hear it. Leo wanted nothing to do with this line of dialogue. Thoughts of escaping or liberation had fled him in the midst of all of this anguish, as now he sought an escape of a different variety. "S-stop it, shut up, he- he wouldn't- I didn't--" His eyes turned up, desperate as he pressed his back against the wall. Trapped- trapped on all fronts, he was confined, restrained, and now-- A plea broke from him a bit more desperate sounding than he would have liked despite the softness with which he spoke.

"I... I didn't kill him... right....?" You promised me...! [2016-03-24 7:24:46 PM] Gemi | aoxre: "I... I didn't kill him... right....?"

There was only so much a person could take before they started that typical trend of denial. Grasping at anything to believe that something hadn't been of their own doing, to pass the blame onto something else. It was a behavior she had seen far too many times, something she had become far too used to in humans who had crossed her path.

It wasn't my fault, she was the one who... I didn't do it, she had to be the one who was...

Enough!

There were fragments of the past that she didn't know, but she knew enough to break through what flimsy barrier he had attempted to build against the brunet whose image she had stolen. A small part of her, however, felt as if it was leaving her, flying far away from her yet she didn't know what it was. It was painful, carving into her center and burning a hole. She wondered if she would ever even be able to face the gently smiling Inspector again after having done what she was about to do. Her mind momentarily wandered to thinking of what he would even do if he found out that she had gone through with something so greusome. A simple apology would never be enough, and Mikleo's orders were absolute. Even if she hadn't wanted to, this was what she was meant to do.

Emerald eyes closed and her voice was soft, thoughtful. Sorey was thinking.

"I'm beginning to wonder about it."

There was nothing more than that as her eyes opened to meet Leo's once more. [2016-03-24 7:50:21 PM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: He was... beginning to wonder...? No way this... Leo couldn't accept it. He knew what he was hearing, what he was seeing, but he couldn't believe that Sorey, after all the effort he had put into talking through everything with him before, would just swap on a dime like this. What... "So then what?" he whispered, emotions taut in his tone. "Why go to all the wasted effort before? Why... y-you spent so much effort being... being nice to me when you-- this is what you really thought?" His breath hitched in his chest, his heart aching as he spoke. This didn't make sense.... and why come all this way...?

A snarl flit across Leo's lips. Fine- say Sorey was abandoning him, say what you wanted, but Leo was still Leo, and he still wanted out. And.. more than anything.. "Say we're speaking truths then, fine." He snapped. His heart pounded against his rib cage, threatening to break free with its severity. It hurt, it hurt, everything- his wrists and ankles, his heart, his chest, his head, his legs, his name it it hurt. So screw it. "Then-- Then aren't you just as much to blame? Why-- you flew off the damn handle-! Got yourself-- yourself hurt and then-- so you didn't protect him either! W-wasn't that your fault!?" He'd never have said this, he never had dreamed it, but.... his mind was twisting, his opinions shifting with the flare of defensive anguish. Sorey was going to hurt him- couldn't he just hurt him back? "And then-- you don't belong in the PSB. You never did- I told you over and over again, but you still--! You're an idiot! A goddamn moron who can't think past his nose, and you- you don't get to just come in here an say these things w-without thinking of what they'll do--!" Damn it, Sorey-- why--? [2016-03-24 11:57:03 PM | Edited 11:59:20 PM] Gemi | aoxre: She hadn't been expecting this. This unfounded retaliation that fell so loosely against his lips, it was as if he himself was grasping at straws to desperately keep a hold of the ground he was faltering on. That rock was beginning to crack, or rather, it was made more of sand than anything solid. Hadn't she held his head down enough to where he would drown? Where was this strength to fight back even coming from? The mimic had hit a wall, her own mind wracking through the list of memories she had been fed in order to find some sort of comeback that would end this flimsy fight he was putting up against her. No, against Sorey. She had to remember that she was Sorey, as much as it was causing that agonizing pain in her chest. Why wouldn't it go away...? Be calm, she begged her beating heart, be calm. She still had a job to finish, and it seemed he hadn't even taken notice that she was beginning to waver on her own. No, her strength would outmatch his by any degree. This wretched copy would never over take the effort she had put forth to complete this job. Mikleo would praise her... Mikleo would smile at her.

For a moment, Mikleo would look at her. That had to keep her going.

You won't stand in my way!

A fist flew forth, connecting with Leo's temple and sent him hard into the mattress with a creak loud enough she thought that perhaps a bedspring had broken. It didn't matter, this would be her final card. If he fought against this, she would beat him into submission if she had to. If words wouldn't work, actions would. Sorey had probably never even hit him, that shining star was everything good in this world and then some, the girl felt that if she stepped into the light he exuded, she'd burn. Particularly now, more than ever.

"At least I did something."

What had Leo done? Stand there like stone while the events unfolded? Watched as Sorey had run forth into the fray wildly while their grandfather tried to protect them desperately? The girl hadn't been there herself, yet from the detailed story she was told, the events played before her eyes like a movie on the big screen. She knew every little thing that happened. How Heldalf had come for Leo, how Sorey had blindly run in only to be crushed beneath the weight of metal against his chest. How Leo had tried desperately to remove the heavy objects only to have their grandfather murdered before them, and then run off.

It didn't matter what he had done after that.

"What did you do, Leo?" [2016-03-25 12:28:20 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Whatever Leo had expected in retaliation, this exceeded that. A punch from Sorey was practically atomic in weight, inconceivable and yet, in that one motion, the schism between them was assured. What had happened to change his mind...? Maybe he was just sick of having to save Leo. Maybe he should have been- he always had to save Leo, always, after everything he did. Back with at that time, and by joining the PSB, and even since then.... always, always always--- it had to bog him down. Leo was a leaden sinker around Sorey, dragging him further and further into the depths without restraint, without reservation despite his will to be the life preserver. He was a weight- one that Sorey was right to shuffle off. And as Leo collided with the mattress, stars dancing in his vision, he knew there was no purpose in getting back up.

"At least I did something."

Leo's words- at least he had tried even despite all of bullshit that had happened, Sorey persisted. He cut through the darkness like a star, refusing to be dampened or snuffed out even in the most trying of times. He was... better. And what he was saying, what he was doing, vindicated. Leo remained still, mind reeling again through those events. It had all happened so fast- the approach, Sorey's rapid ( stupid, thoughtless, impractical ) response, his rending, Gramps's call to flee- but he couldn't leave Sorey there, he couldn't leave him, and in his efforts to save Sorey, he failed the man that had raised him, that had thrown out everything for him, and to that end.. he... he had--!

"Nothing." It was barely a breath, the wound in his voice weeping in his stead. "I..." He'd tried so many times to make up for his ineptitude, his failings and the strife that he had caused. He should have known there was nothing he could do, that it all flowed down hill and once it reached the bottom... once it reached him... there was no climbing out of it. Sorey knew now. There was no going back. There was-- [2016-03-25 12:30:03 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: no silver lining or brace. A balancing act- his entire life from that moment had been a tightrope walk over a canyon with no brace, no suspension, no net. And that blow to his head had been enough to throw him off and into the abyss. It was... only a matter of time until Sorey saw Leo how he saw himself. Somehow he'd been foolish enough not to expect it to hurt so much... so much...

Maybe that was why he wasn't saving him. He deserved this. This was.... right. [2016-03-25 12:49:45 AM | Edited 12:51:24 AM] Gemi | aoxre: That had done it. That had finally been the finishing blow she was looking for, and with record timing to add to it. The mimic was about to shatter, her heart was beating so loudly in her chest it felt as if it would burst straight through her ribcage at any moment. She had to leave that room, had to get out of that mask she was wearing. For some reason, she felt unable to breathe properly. Everything was colliding in her head and her brain was pulsing, her skull about to burst open. No, no, she couldn't change back here. It would ruin everything she had worked for, everything that she had done to finally break that wretched copy into submission to where he wouldn't fight anymore. If she threw it all away there, she would be the one to be tossed aside next. There would be no new beginning for her if everything she'd done up to this point was ruined by the fact that her lungs were incapable of taking in air. A step back, leaving the broken man upon the bed. Her voice that was Sorey's was low, vindictive, finalized.

"I can't save you anymore."

That was it, that was the final piece she couldadd before turning and leaving the room, closing the door behind her before she stumbled into a different portion of the house. The girl fell to her knees, the mirage of the holo-tech wearing off only to leave the girl heaving against the floor with sweat on her brow and tears in her eyes. She needed to breathe, needed to draw in air to her lungs as a hand flew up to grasp at her throat. Why couldn't she breathe? Images of the Inspector she had just mimicked came in droves in her brain, confusing her and making it even more difficult to bring air to her shrinking lungs. Something in her heart was shattering, ripping through and causing an ache in her skull so severe she wanted to scream. No, she couldn't make a sound, she couldn't let that destroyed man in the room nearby know of her existence. She would suffer this ailment in silence until it passed.

If it passed. [2016-03-25 1:22:09 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: He buried his face into the mattress, into the darkness that it brought him. Maybe, if he pushed far enough, he could just vanish into it, or at least smother himself. To disappear, to vanish, to stop,- that was all that Leo wanted at this moment. In his many years, Leo had endured a great many things, even with his failings; he wanted to think that, even if he faltered, he managed to push himself back up again with fluctuating effectiveness. It was not as noteworthy or commendable as others who strove more, who were better than him, but it was what he could manage. And... and he had thought that Sorey was proud of him. Sorey had always... seemed it... but now, careening through a vacuum like he was, he wasn't sure that any of it had been true. They had grown up together, knew each other better than anyone-- so how long had Sorey been hiding this embitteredness? How long had he been biting his tongue and placating him? How long had he hated him like this...? And now... "I can't save you anymore."

Leo would never ask that of him. He had done it so many times. And none of those times had been deserved. So now... no, he could leave him here. If this was a punishment that he found fitting... if he could redeem himself somehow through this... maybe it was best that he just stay here, stay down, quit fighting. Was that.. what Sorey wanted...? His head throbbed, the click of the doorclasp closing sounding more like a clap of thunder than a quiet lock, and he did not move. He couldn't. It felt like all of the strength he'd had- such a minuscule amount to begin with- had fled him, abandoned him in Sorey's stead. But maybe this was right. Maybe this was what he deserved.

... yes... it made sense... [2016-03-25 2:35:19 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: --

Fingers picking at buttons, struggling a bit to stick them through the holes which seemed to be a little bit too small — so far, his brother's clothes seemed to fit him quite perfectly, only slightly snug around the shoulders. He was practically a mirror of his twin, having borrowed his clothing ( it took quite a bit of effort to take them from him ), wearing a wig that resembled his hairstyle. It wasn't a getup that was just for his infatuation with him, but becoming a staple of his look when meeting with others. He had no intention of showing his real appearance to other's — and his brother's, it would do. He slips on the dress jacket and fiddles around with his tie, a dazzling cerulean that seemed to be of a rather pricey brand. A brief thought of how he afforded such a tie crossed his mind.

Everything was set up, really — he had henchmen set up in a district not too far from the MWPSB's, a bit of a trap to throw them off of their current investigation. There were no doubts that they were likely getting somewhere with the investigation, and a distraction would soon become necessary. However, a gentle shuffle is heard coming from the bed — brother, shifting only a slight bit, in Mikleo's clothing. He'd slipped him into a pair of pants and his usual dress shirt, hoping it would suffice. Approaching quietly, he took a close look to see if he'd finally woke up. It'd been awhile since he made any movement.

" —are you awake, brother? " [2016-03-25 2:55:30 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: He heard Mikleo. He really did. Leo was a bit more distracted with his clothing, though, than the piqued interest of his captor. These were not his typical adornments, and while he was interested in opening his eyes and investigate, he lacked any sort of will to do so. And somehow, he idea of having to converse with this man was akin to pulling off his nails. Perhaps if he stayed quiet, if he didn't shift further ( but damn if he had landed right on his hands- that was not comfortable in the slightest ), then Mikleo would leave him alone. He could overlook the violation of privacy that was changing his clothes- it actually felt a little nice to be out of the same outfit he'd been wearing for... how long he had been here... That didn't mean he was really feeling chatty though.

So he laid still, monitoring his breathing, keeping his eyes closed. Asleep.. your motivation is asleep.... [2016-03-25 3:42:04 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Though he could've sworn he was showing signs of consciousness, brother was sleeping ( or was he feigning sleeping? ), unmoving. " I suppose not. " Mikleo exhales with a little grin, perhaps indulging in observing his brother's face as he slept — slightly discomforted, but still cute all the same. In fact, endearing enough that he wanted to hold him close, take in his scent, the sight of his expression as he slept ( and why did these thoughts create such a pleasant sensation within his chest? ) Taking a seat on the bed's edge, an outstretched arm reaches for his cheek, brushing his fingers along his skin and through his hair.

Beautiful. That's what he thought as he drew soft fingers across his jaw, taking the moment to adore him. Mikleo leaned over, his weight shifting the bed, allowing his arms to wrap gently around his frame. He was so small, much smaller than he thought him to be. Even though he'd grown so much, his brother was still quite petite, as he always was. Oh, if only he could be awake... he wanted to hear his voice.

" I love you, brother. " [2016-03-25 3:50:23 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo resisted his intrinsic reaction- the desperate feeling to stiffen and flinch and pull away as Mikleo dragged a hand down his cheek. So tender, so doting- and there were a tremendous amount of reasons that the gesture was unsettling, including but not limited to the fact that he referred to him as a brother. But this did not feel like a familial touch ( he didn't dare consider his previous family's touches, what it meant to have a brother, lest the blade of grief in his chest be sharpened by whetstone yet again ). This felt... disquieting, to say the least. And then there was the depression in the mattress, the quiet hum as the man wrapped his arms tenderly around him, and Leo again fought to keep himself from pulling away.

They left you here, you deserve this, just keep quiet and maybe he'll be kind to you, maybe it will be over and he'll let you go soon, but where would you even go they won't take you back no one could, after what you've done, you'll never--

"I love you, brother."

His stomach rolled, his breath catching involuntarily in his throat. Things he didn't want to hear, wouldn't have known how to respond to even if they were spoken from more inviting lips, he.... Just relax, just resign, just keep quiet. This, too, would pass... [2016-03-25 4:29:35 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: The silence was a bit too much. Surely, he hadn't dosed a bit too much, had he...? Mikleo would've assumed that a grunt or some sort of response would come from him, but he was still. Perhaps — was he just being stubborn? It was that or he was completely unable to respond — and to that extent, he would have to make sure he was doing alright. He brought himself closer, listening to his breathing, some sign of life just in case—

It seemed to be that he was asleep, so there was really no better time to take this chance. Taking advantage of the situation, he snuggled himself closer to his brother, keeping themselves face-to-face atop the bedsheets. " It's a shame you sleep so heavily. I want to hear you speak to me. " Their breaths are overlapping, Mikleo seemingly wanting to decrease the distance between them without hesitation. Being so close to him — just being able to smell him like this was already intoxicating, a distantly sweet smell, though perhaps he needed to wash up sometime ( ah, maybe that was something he could do for him. )

" If you're going to stay asleep, I'll kiss you again— " [2016-03-25 4:36:56 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo felt a burning in his chest as Mikleo snuggled closer, swallowing nervously. Seriously, who did things like this? If this was his damnation, so be it, but God was it uncomfortable. Leo resisted a shudder as Mikleo spoke softly, near his ear, almost tenderly expression that he wanted to hear him. But what did Leo have to say? He was not going to plead for escape, much less with no where to go back to, but nor did he have words to spare for the man. No, there was just... nothing.

It was the follow up threat that evoked a reaction. He stiffened, eyes shooting open into a glare at the wooden walls as he murmured, "That's quite enough of that." Leo was not about to lie there and be some sort of macabre chew toy for this mongrel. He was already enough of an implement, a pet as it was. And given the dreariness he saw when he peered toward his future, it seemed a role he was going to have to lay down and accept some time. But.... He wanted Leo, right? Best not to infuriate an owner by breaking entirely. A small amount of caustic snark needed to remain, otherwise... he was hesitant to imagine what Mikleo would do should he completely shut off... what Leo could let him do if he...

"What do you want?" [2016-03-25 5:00:37 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: His lips spread wide, a large grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear in absolute delight, elated to see that he would respond ( though, that meant he was trying to ignore him. ) " I just wanted to stay with you for a little bit. " He keeps his forehead pressed to his brother's, noses brushing and lips barely touching. Oh, hopefully he was alright with this. After all, the last thing Mikleo wanted was to turn him away. Having brother by his side — just that alone, it was more than enough to keep going.

His heart thrums gently, at rest to hear his voice, to see his face, to be surrounded in his scent — even his cheeks were flushed, almost as if inebriated just by his presence. ( but he truly was, oh, all he needed was brother to be happy... ) Arms wrapped around the other pull him a bit closer, letting his body heat keep him warm. Just watching those amethyst eyes keep their gaze on him... he was quaking in excitement. ( if only he could get up and start yelling about how blessed he felt! ) " Is there something wrong with that? Some company never hurt, " Mikleo cooed softly, a bare whisper that was certainly only meant for his brother to hear. They're spoken so romantically that it's hard to tell whether he was speaking sweet nothings or trying to have a conversation, especially from honeyed lips such as his.

" And you're my favourite person to be with, brother. " [2016-03-25 5:11:08 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo recoiled a bit, their foreheads remaining in contact while the rest of him retracted. This was too much, too close. He was not even comfortable with people he liked touching him, let be the person holding him captive. Whatever ecstasy was alive in Mikleo's eyes was not reflected in the vacuous mirror of Leo's. This held not the horror of before, but instead a subdued level of disgust, a dissatisfaction that transcended general discomfort and veered more toward shaking his foundation. Escape, even from this embrace, was beyond him with how faint and exhausted he felt- it was getting worse, always getting worse, a constant hazy feeling of near drunkenness- but he could at least manage a small distance.

"Okay." Not thank you, not it's mutual, no semblance of conviviality. He was not comforted or pleased to hear that he was this man's favorite person- that was pretty much assumed from a variety of things. Bu the sure didn't feel like it as he was bound, drugged, held against his will and cooed over. It was... he didn't want to say he was growing accustomed to it, but it was starting to be familiar. That, more than Mikleo, frightened him. If he could grow used to something like this, then where was it headed? Forget snowball fallacies, not everything built as it progressed, but what if this did? How much could Leo stand against as Mikleo continuously pushed him, over and over pressed his boundaries and--

He remained tightlipped, eyelids heavy as he leered forward. [2016-03-25 5:35:11 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Though a short-lived response, Mikleo still smiled the same at it. Curt, yet straight to the point. It was basically his own way of staying neutral but talking to him, wasn't it? ( still, he appreciated the effort. ) Somehow, that seemed to bring some sort of satisfaction to the captor, though his brother didn't seem too keen on discussion. " You really aren't one for words, are you? " He kisses him — not the lips, but presses them to brother's nose, smiling ever so gently to him affectionately. " Come, there's no harm in speaking up. It's only me and you. " Mikleo only wanted to chat before he went back to his usual business — and seeing that he'd woken him up, there was no reason not to take this chance.

A hand releases from around his waist to his cranium, teasing his hair with digits so slender — strands were somewhat oily, not as silken as when he first arrived ( so it seemed like the shower idea wasn't a bad one. ) Even so, he still indulged in every way he could get closer to his brother.

" You've been very quiet recently. What's on your mind, brother? " [2016-03-25 5:49:21 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo's nose twitched at the contact, willing the other to pull away from him faster. How did Mikleo not comprehend yet how very little he appreciated physical contact? And yet the other seemed to be absolutely exhilarated by it. "No." he replied curtly. A man of few words and less touches, and yet Mikleo clung to him like a vine up an old tree. There was simply nothing to say, nothing he wanted to impart, and no gesture he wished to spare. He didn't have the energy for such a tiresome task as this.

And as his fingers snaked in Leo's hair, the elder shut his eyes, dropping his head into the mattress and away from Mikleo. Perhaps feigning that he was too exhausted to hold up his head ( barely feigning, but excuses ) would lead the other to go back to whatever he was doing in the first place. At the inquiry, Leo gave a small, noncommittal huffing sound. "Call me delirious." he mumbled. What was on his mind? Surely Mikleo knew of Sorey's visit- he had to have arranged it somehow.... right...? The more he tried to make sense of Sorey's appearance, the less he understood of his circumstance. It must have been set up, some sort of conspiratorial deal leveled between the two of them that landed him in his current predicament. So surely Mikleo already knew...

He preferred not to speak of it. [2016-03-25 6:15:32 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Ah, there was no explanation, as expected -- though Mikleo knew that it was Copycat's doing, he knew not of the details but simply the plan. He was somewhat shocked, to find her in the state she was after speaking to brother -- never had he seen her react in such a manner when accomplishing what she'd been ordered to do. It was effective, surely. After all, his brother hadn't thrashed around like a few days past. " Nonchalant as ever, aren't you? " He rose from his position, getting up to send the message to the MWPSB. He wondered, how would they handle this? And, how would brother's colleagues as well?

" One more thing-- " He spoke as he rose to his feet, almost as if a lightbulb flashed in his mind. Mikleo bent over and swiftly stole a kiss from the corner of his lips ( at least, quick enough so he wouldn't bite ), then bidding farewell with a smile.

--

Once he returned, he came back with a rather self-satisfied pride, perhaps it was no stretch to say there was a bit of a spring to his step as he approached his brother. It seemed to be the MWPSB received the message, so it was only a matter of time they'd head to a trap location to find 'Leo' -- how exciting! " Brother, " Mikleo started, a little grin that resembled the mischief in the smile of a child who just played a prank, " did you fall back to sleep? I was thinking about washing your hair for you -- it must be uncomfortable like that. " [2016-03-25 6:31:18 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Mikleo could call his demeanor anything that he liked, but most of what Leo felt was not nonchalance more than resignation. There was no safe route to take, nothing he could manipulate or pursue, so best to just ride the wave until it crashed. If the starvation didn't take him, perhaps he would get lucky on an overdose- Mikleo didn't exactly seem adept with those administrations-, or any other variety of ailments.... a bit morbid, what he hoped for nowadays, but with no remaining faith in what he had held true prior...

The peck only marginally startled him, and as Mikleo wandered away, Leo took great pains to twist over onto his other side, burying his face in the crook between the bed and the wall. It was cooler there, darker, and maybe... he could just.... sleep this away... seemed like all he had the energy for nowadays was sleep anyway...

--

"Brother,"

Mikleo's voice jostled him from his restless nap, his body stiffening where it had been curled in the corner of the room. It seemed even unconsciously he was seeking to make himself as small, and as far from the door, as possible. He refused to lift his head as the other spoke, but shook it where it was half buried in his knees. "It's fine." It wasn't. It was a mess, and Leo never went this long without showering without-- well he supposed this was due reason... and frankly, he didn't really feel like acquiescing to much of anything that Mikleo wanted. Subtle rebellions, small things that would not upset the mellow rhythm they had seemed to fall into- that was all for the 'waves' Leo sought to make. Just... small acts of independence... anything that was his. [2016-03-25 6:46:34 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Despite being told he was fine, Mikleo could already see that his condition wasn't exactly ideal. He refused to eat and hadn't showered in days -- if he were too stubborn to even wash up, then would he really have to resort to other means to maintain him somehow? It was quite a waste if it were for something that was doable able he was fully conscious, after all. " At the very least, I can wash that and your hands and feet. After all, it's important to wash up. " As he stepped closer, he sat next to him, curled up near the wall.

Perhaps it was a way of him finding some comfort in this new place -- it wasn't uncommon, and he hadn't doubted that brother understood that, a long time ago. " I can help. I won't hurt you." [2016-03-25 6:54:28 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo wished that it was possible for him to become smaller as he felt the bed give beneath Mikleo's weight. If he could just slink through the wall, curl tighter into himself and avoid any sort of contact, or just descend within the mattress ( he could be mistaken for a spring, wound as he was ), he would be immensely more satisfied with his condition. But those were far fetched and ludicrous sentiments, and Mikleo's tone... he couldn't tell if it was just familiarity to it now or if he was actually starting to trust his words... wouldn't hurt him... well he wasn't really worried about Mikleo hurting him, so long as he did not incite it himself. For all his lackings and strange obsessions, Mikleo was oddly trustworthy and readable; everything Leo had incurred, he had brought onto himself, after all ( including... huh... yes, all of it ).

Would it... really be all that bad... to just....?

"You won't let me do it." He didn't dare pose it as a question, but.... just the idea of moving his arms, his legs after all of this time bound as he was... he didn't dare to hope that he would be unbound for any significant length of time, but he could practically feel his muscles atrophy, his mobility restricting as his limbs wailed at the confinement. And to wash his hands and feet- they would need more than general soap and water for the deep cuts and burning around the zip tie... [2016-03-26 5:52:15 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: He was right -- not once did he allow him to leave those restraints, making attempts at maintaining some sort of good condition though he couldn't move. Surely, it would be deathly to move after staying still all this time -- perhaps, there was a better way? " I'll consider unbinding your wrists -- depending, " he grinned, placing his hand atop brother's arm, caressing its length softly. " Then, you'll be able to wash your hair and stretch a bit. It would be difficult for you to move normally after all -- it's best to prevent those... situations. " ( having him stuck in a short rehab wouldn't be very entertaining. )

" But for now, " he spoke as his hands and arms curled under his mass, lifting him off the bed and into his arms, " I'll have to do it for you, even if you refuse. Please don't try to run away, brother. I'm not trying to hurt you. " As he speaks, he begins to step out of the room and head to the bathroom, almost a bit too cheerful to take care of another despite it being so tedious. But knowing it was brother, he would endure for him. [2016-03-26 11:42:21 PM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo did not physically respond as Mikleo acquiesced slightly- to released the binds on his wrists... it was almost too much to believe; he darent get his hopes up, but.... to move his arms... how many days had it been since he had been able to? His eyes widened a bit, stealing a glance at the man as he touched his arm- gently, so gently, too gently for comfort and yet....

And yet, despite his words, he simply plucked him off of the bed and into his arms. How light was Leo that this was such a simple maneuver? and how exhausted that the only real resistance he could offer was an obstinate mumble, a small wiggle of resistance as they left the bedroom. As the door opened, though, Leo's head tilted away from Mikleo, peering around. He actually hadn't been able to leave the room, so to see the rest of the house was interesting; not much really caught the eye, but it was some variety of new stimulus after....heaven knew how long that he had been confined to that room. He dropped his head, closing his eyes and bowing it into his chest. Leo didn't want to offer too much by way of motivation to pursue conversation. This whole thing was humiliating enough; stars forbid the man thought he preferred this.... he just wanted to be released... [2016-03-27 5:20:11 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Brother wasn't particularly heavy -- in fact, extremely light ( but considering that he refused to eat for days, it was evident as to why. ) He carried him over into a small washroom, able to fit a small tub, sink, and toilet. A bit of a tight fit, but it seemed to work nonetheless. The floor was a white tile, somewhat water stained -- and the walls, a dark, earthy green. Surprisingly, it appeared less worn than the bedroom. " How should I do this... would leaning your head over the tub work for you? "

Placing his brother to the tiled floor, he gently bent his head over the edge of the tub with a grin. " There. I can wash it like this. " He removed his hairtie, turning on the water and bringing down a showerhead -- soaking his hair with lukewarm water, Mikleo then shut it off and reached for a bottle. " Are you feeling a bit better, brother? " Squirting a bit of the solution into his hands, he ran his fingers through his hair, bubbles forming and popping left and right. Was this a form of bliss? Yes -- for him, at the very least. Mikleo was simply ecstatic to take care of him like this... sure, brother was reluctant to give in, but it was part of his charm. ( but he was able to wash his hair! ) A gentle hum escapes him, lathering the soap.

" Almost done--... " [2016-03-27 5:32:41 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo closed his eyes. There was no fantasy land that he could escape to, no better place that he could envision as Mikleo set him down on the floor and spoke to him soothingly. This was just his reality now. This was just everything there was. How far he had fallen, he considered. What a strange time to be nostalgic; but at this moment, he simply couldn't help by think of years ago, before fate dealt him a blow, before he worried about escape or salvation or culpability. Back when his concern was missing swim meets for camping trips, studying into the late hours because despite his love of reading, he would put off a lot of his readings until the last minute, how he was going to scrounge up enough to afford that book in the window he'd seen in uptown as he passed. Easier times... better times...

And as he considered these things, he was pliable as clay, allowing Mikleo to tilt his head, to do what he wanted with his hair as Leo was blessedly somewhere else. Surely he could not be offended by the silence; Leo never had much to say anyway. And while he did not have much of a future any more, perhaps he could continue to draw a small amount of solace in the past... in what little of the past he could recall without anguish, without dread, without them to daunt him. Just... maybe it would all be over soon. [2016-03-27 5:44:11 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Still quiet as ever. At the same time, he had little complaints as Leo was being so obedient -- in fact, perhaps enough so that it was beginning to satisfy him. The promise of letting him contact the MWPSB still stood strong, and there was no tricks about it. It was... a matter of if he was happy with his current situation. The water ran once more, washing out the soap, a trail of bubbles running down towards the drain. He remembered taking baths with him at a younger age -- very faintly, but knew it happened. Who knew it would happen again years later? A smug grin decorates his lips as he shuts off the water, grasping onto a towel and drying his hair.

"You've been suddenly obedient. I like that, brother. " Rubbing the towel into his hair, in straight lines and in circles, he made sure to dry him as well as he could. " I like it enough that your promise should be fulfilled soon, assuming you'll continue like this for awhile longer. " Slinging the towel over the edge of the sink, his arms cupped around his body, lifting brother up with ease. It'd been days since he washed up like this -- being able to do it for him was pleasing. Soon enough, they were back in the bedroom, Mikleo sitting him up on the mattress.

" I know you're doing well in obeying me, but you still seem quite frustrated. Do you need to speak of something, brother? " [2016-03-27 5:55:08 AM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Suddenly obedient. He stamped down the flare of defiant irritation at the phrase, allowing Mikleo to towel off his hair as he bit hard on the inside of his cheek. No, he was not obedient. He was... he was... not sure what to call it, but tired felt like a more usable alternative than to admit that he was allowing this man his way. And yet, as he spoke of his promise, Leo felt his heart thrum a bit faster in his chest. What did he think that would serve, calling the MWPSB? Even if they came to rescue him, what difference would it make? He wasn't wanted there, wasn't needed there, but it was away from here. For that he was grateful. So he just had to remain hardened for a awhile longer? How long was 'a while', he wondered idly, but did not dare to ask. He had only see Mikleo irate one time, and that had ended with a dosage. He wasn't keen to repeat such a venture.

It didn't take long to return to the bedroom, and Leo readopted his position as a pill bug, curling into himself. It was hardly comfortable, but with his arms and legs bound as they were, there were very few more comfortable positions than this. He dropped his head, peering at Mikleo now through the curtains of hair that hung before his eyes. It felt weird, wrong to have his hair down. It'd been so long since he'd left it like that...

Frustrated... actually not the word to describe it. He wagged his head slowly, his expression unchanging from the vacancy it began with. "Not really." Nothing that came to mind. Nothing he wanted to discuss with Mikleo... with anyone, now... his only outlet, the one person he talked to, was... He winced, dropping his head into his knees. "It's nothing." He wanted Leo? He had him. He wanted honest Leo? He had that, too. This was as genuine to his normal demeanor as it got; not one for words, not one for emotional commiseration. Mikleo would have to be more observant if he wanted to incite a conversation rather than openly prompting it... [2016-03-28 4:51:28 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: And once again, he'd put up a barrier. Brother was always like this -- not one to express himself, keeping his thoughts locked in his mind. No matter how endearing that little frown was, he wanted to shoulder his burdens. Mikleo wanted to become everything he could depend on; the pillars to his structure, the air to his lungs, his whole world. Slowly, he cornered him against the wall, a knee atop the mattress as he closed the distance between them. An arm outstretches, leaning to the wall for support -- an act of dominance, indulging in the sight of his brother's visage.

" It's not just nothing, " he breathed, his air brushing his brother's skin. Their faces were close once more -- ah, he couldn't get enough of this. " You can trust me, brother... I'm quite trustworthy. After all, I haven't lied to you yet, have I? " And no, not necessarily -- he was a trickster, yes, but a man that would work within his words. Even this kidnapping wasn't a lie. It was merely more of a trap than that, seeing that he did call him out to talk. This was exactly what was happening. ( that was pretty trustworthy, wasn't it? )

" Speak up, " he slurs, a honeyed tone that was falling from a sly grin. Oh, he was so cute. He wanted to control him, yes, he did! To wrap him around his fingers and cradle him in his arms... to see the bare skin of his body, to grace him with kisses galore. ( what immoral thoughts; he was exhilarated. ) The mattress shifted as he inched closer. " If you don't, I'll seal your lips with a kiss instead--... " [2016-03-28 10:42:20 PM] ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo winced as he felt the mattress give beneath Mikleo, felt his presence loom over him. He really had backed himself into a corner, figuratively and physically, and now he was going to reap the consequences. Then again, it wasn't like he was a difficult target in any respect. There was no where to go, no solace, no privacy or semblance of personal space so far as his captor was concerned. And there was nothing to be done for it but sit there, sit there like a pathetic and sniveling damsel. He was too tired to entertain the spike of frustration within him- what was the point of getting angry, even at himself? Nothing would come of it. Nothing would come of any of this... Nothing...

And it was nothing. Mikleo's trustworthiness, fluid as Leo perceived it, was not the question. He had never been particularly adept at conveying feelings in the first place, or raising his voice to concerns until they were unreasonable. Leo was, for all of his defensiveness and stubbornness, impressively malleable to unfortunate circumstances. He supposed this was an exception. "That's not the issue." The words died on his lips when he attempted to speak of issues, tried to explain what bothered him, and that was in normal, unrestrictive situations. In the claustrophobic confines of this room, Leo felt suffocated, almost muted to Mikleo. What the hell could he want to know? Couldn't he see what his problems were? He was here. He was unhappy and trapped and alone. That much would be obvious to the blind.

The threat of a kiss, though, caused Leo to recoil once again, dropping his head into his knees in an attempt to avoid him further. It wouldn't work. If Mikleo wanted something, Leo hadn't the strength or means to resist him; that realization alone was enough to set his heart pounding, anxiety surging through him like an undammed tide. It took so much to operate on six pistons all the time, but he didn't have other options. His body's off switch was faulty, tampered with, broken to on at all times. "I-it's-- it's my hands." he stammered quickly, his voice tight. "They- t-they hurt a lot." Something- a yipping dog who was given a bone would stop, if only for a brief time. Hopefully it was enough. [2016-04-01 1:07:33 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: "Your hands..."

That's right -- after all, his wrists and ankles were bound for such a lengthy amount of time. There was blood and scars ( and they were definitely cut back open multiple times ) littering his skin. There was no way that wouldn't go away for a long time. " You're right. You've been bound for quite awhile, now. " As he speaks, his gaze is observing as brother curled up more, bringing his head to his knees. Why was it that everything he did seemed so endearing; even this, or the way he would squirm -- it drew a fiery excitement that blazed within him. An arm outstretches, lifting his brothers chin to get a good look at brother who still seemed a bit hesitant to find a sense of comfort. " While I'm generous, removing the bindings on your wrists is a bit of a... stretch. Even as my brother. "

His face came closer, fingers keeping a steady grip on his brother's jaw to prevent him from turning away. ( ah, his face is so cute... the way he blinked even enraptured his heart. ) They were near each other once more, a distance that was only mere inches away. " I could remove them. For a trade. " Mikleo sti approached, dangerously close to meeting his lips again. He wanted to do it again. It was a battle he fought within himself to keep his urges in check -- just a little longer. " Your wrists can be free for a kiss. How does that sound? " ( it was like an addiction. from the first time he kissed his brother, there was a sensation that could never be satisfied. the only way was to go deeper -- he needed his brother. ) [2016-04-01 1:23:33 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo dared not resist as Mikleo's gentle touch, the way he tilted his head up to look into his eyes. Not twelve hours earlier ( or... was it longer than that? Time seemed to meld together in this place, who knew when he had seen Sorey ), Leo would have defiantly met his eyes, would have stared him down with a fire in his gaze, a sharpness to rend forests. Now, lavender trailed anywhere but its own reflection, seeking solace in the bedsheets, the bare walls, the bedpost to his right. Anything was better than meeting his eyes, especially as he watched him so closely.

But he bought the wrists story. Good. At least the bone had sated him; but now, a backfire Leo hadn't anticipated. A trade? His eyes continued searching elsewhere, as if this fabled trade would be written out on the wall for him to read instead of hear. But his attention was clearly fixed- and his heart froze at the demands. For a... No. No, no no, he didn't want that. He would rather the infection set in- maybe that would take him even before the putrid venom he kept shooting him with if he just stuck to his guns. He was already smothered enough- being a creature of major solitude, the constant companionship was cumbersome on its own, let be all of the heinous additives. His breathing picked up pace as he considered it- betrayal, he didn't want to show he was scared, damn it Leo was better than this, stronger than this, so why, why was he afraid to say no? Would something worse come of resistance? If this was the lesser of evils....

Or, perhaps he could just abstain. Was it not a decision not to decide? Whatever Mikleo was going to do.... wasn't he... just going to do it anyway? What was the point in fighting against it? Leo had no hope, no power. There was nothing for him in this but his pride, and how cheap such pride was, now. So... he dropped his head into Mikleo's hand, resigned. Whatever he was going to do, Leo just needed to... keep enduring... right...? He... he could do that... [2016-04-01 1:43:23 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Feeling his weight drop into his hand, it was already an indication of submission -- so he was going to go through with it. Just the added weight alone threw fuel to those flames ( and he could really feel it, like his breath was getting hotter ), ever growing inside of him. " Good boy. " He speaks with curved lips, a violet gaze that seemed to become tender ( but good god his tone did not need to become more sultry ), elated -- on cloud nine. " I'll make sure to clean the cuts after. "

When he meets his lips, there's an absolute bliss in his body -- as if angels came to bless him, blaring golden trumpets, smiling with those small cherub faces. It was no exaggeration to say that the warmth -- of his brother's breath, the scent of freshly washed hair, and even chapped and dry lips -- was absolutely glorious. Though he resisted his affections ( especially the bite last time ), perhaps it made it all the more tempting to go through with it. His lips, embracing his brother's -- and his tongue pushed forwards, prying open his lips in an attempt to get a taste. It was risky -- he would retaliate, definitely -- the member managed to breakthrough, running his tongue along his for as long as he could last ( oh, how he prayed that he wouldn't try to fight back! ) But he couldn't help it. How long had he waited for this moment -- Mikleo didn't know. [2016-04-01 1:53:44 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo closed his eyes. He didn't want to see the face that praised him like no less than a pet, didn't want to feel his stomach drop as he watched with horror as those lips inched closer. He wanted to be away, anywhere- for the first time in a long time, he fantasized about the breeze over the ocean, the feeling of the metal rung beneath his feet as he stared off the edge of that bridge. He'd always thought it was so silly, the way that people left their shoes when they jumped from something; a younger him had never understood it. But in that moment, he'd known- it was a calling card, a message, a memorial to the soon-to-be-departed. I was here.

And for a moment, he was there, on the bridge again. There was so much more resolve within him to make that leap, but there was no physical leap to make. Instead there was a moment of silence, and a pressure on his lips and it took every facet of himself not to shrink away from. There was nothing about this he wanted, and while it frightened him that what he wanted, more than anything, was a long drop and a short plop, anything would have been better than that moment. Anything--

That was not part of the deal. Mikleo's tongue was not safe where it was, and Leo made that abundantly clear as he, like the last time, brought his jaw together with a snap, then pulled back from the inevitable recoil. His legs kicked out, spurred on by a rabid, frantic panic. "S-Stop-! L-let me go! Please j-j-just-! I-I don't-- I--!"

There was no room behind him for him to retreat, but that would not stop him from trying. He wanted Mikleo away from him- wrists bound or not he wanted distance, he wanted to be alone, he wanted this to end, this to end, he wanted it all to stop let him go for god's sake let him go-- [2016-04-01 2:28:21 AM] Gemi | aoxre: And this was where she'd drawn the line. The mimic quietly waiting at the door for Mikleo to emerge in order to go shopping had watched the events unfold through a small sliver that gave enough sight to sate her curiosity of the events. However, what she'd seen only created another constricting of her chest that was beginning to get worse. How many times was she going to feel this breathlessness? It seemed to come in droves by this point. Yet not a word was uttered to her care taker, she didn't want to be seen as weak. Yet this was hardly something she could just stand by and keep watching. Hadn't Mikleo kept saying this was his brother? That he needed to save him?

So why was he...

The final button was pushed, seeing the man force entry where he shouldn't have gone. Leo's reaction was swift, nearly as swift as the speed of which she'd slammed the door open with no disguise to protect her from Leo's eyes taking in the sight of her appearance. The mimic hardly cared, her blood was boiling as she stormed into the small room with a fist balled and white knuckled. He could look at her all he damn well pleased, her focus was on the man who was on the floor. It only took a split moment for her arm to raise before her fist connected hard against his temple. Her rage only kept building, the onslaught of another panic attack shortening her breath as she glared down at him with tears stinging the edges of her eyes.

"You are disgusting!! He is your brother and you are kissing him?! What is the matter with you!? Enough!"

Already she was heaving, a hand flying up to her throat before stumbling backwards. Only a brief moment of pause came when her eyes met with Leo's, time seeming to stop for a split second only before she grit her teeth with a ' tch ' and hurriedly left the room only for the sound of the front door to open and close when she bolted from the premises with no looking back. [2016-04-03 5:34:08 AM | Edited 5:34:25 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: They'd separated quickly after dear brother quickly retaliated with a bite -- and his tongue surely ached -- then it happened. Copycat; clad in a maroon dress, wearing the most ferocious of masks, stomped into the room. Mikleo didn't have much time to process the thought before her fist connected to his temple, knocking him to the edge of the mattress and rolling to the floor in that instant, screaming at him in utter disgust. And it hurt. The blow to his head was painful, throbbing and aching in a pain that felt oddly familiar -- though he wasn't knocked out cold, he was certainly hurt. Groans escaped his lips, gripping at his temples.

Disgusting.

That's how she saw it. Right... even Copycat didn't understand. There was no one who could comprehend his feelings -- a fervent desire to make brother his own -- even she, the one who stood closest to his side, couldn't wrap her head 'round the thought of it. To Mikleo, his brother was the only person he could place his affections 'pon. His love was the purest in the most immoral sense, born from an innocent desire to love and to be accepted -- it was only by chance did it have to be his own brother. But he couldn't stop the thoughts of imagining him in bed next to him, or even scenes of those lovely parted lips, that cool, calculated expression melting into submission. No one understood.

Mikleo managed to get up, but his balance was failing. " Sorry-- " He wasn't exactly in the condition to continue. " I'll--cut them, later. " It was a promise, after all. Just... now wasn't the time. If he laid his head on the bedside for awhile... he would feel better soon. [2016-04-03 5:44:33 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: At first there was relief- Mikleo was off of him, he was away and Leo was saved from that damned kiss- before a fierce chill washed over him. Panic. He had attacked him. He had attacked, again, the man with the power, the one who could do whatever he wanted ( far worse than some petty kiss, as unsettling and gut wrenching as it was ), could do much, much worse in retaliation for that. And his heart leapt to his throat, his heart pounding. The apology ( he was apologizing!? No he never would, he-- ) was there on his tongue, just bubbling to the surface in a hysteric desperation when the door slammed open.

Who was she? Whoever she was, she seemed angry, far angrier than the recoiled captor had seemed. And as she lunged for him, punched the man dead in the head, Leo watched with wide, horrified eyes. She could-- she could do that? Who was she, and why hadn't she done that earlier? No, no he didn't dare hold any sort of ill will toward her for not intervening on his behalf ( why would anyone-- ), but instead, a fierce gratitude welled within him. Her words, her actions.... she... she was defending him. In the grand scheme he guessed it wasn't the most she could have done, but it was more than he could ask for ( than he would dare to warrant ).

And she stormed out before Leo could breathe a word ( though the plea for her to wait don't leave please wait-- ) did not come to pass. Breathless despite the inactivity, Leo watched the door slam after her, silent, a cry for her to return in his eyes before he, moments later, resigned that it was just he and Mikleo once more. Swallowing, he closed his eyes, bowed his head once again. He couldn't look at him. How else would he convey his apology...?

But Mikleo beat him to it. Surprising, but Leo did not raise his head. Every fibre of his body was on edge, his every nerve electric and ready to move despite the impossibility of it. He would... cut the ties...? "But-..." No, don't say it. Sure, he had gone.. [2016-04-03 5:45:59 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: against him, betrayed his intention and trust by panicking, but... he was still going to follow through? Shouldn't.. he...? "Th...ank you..." It was barely a whisper, not even a breath, but he couldn't help it. The ability to move his arms... he honestly almost forgot what it felt like at this point not to be absolutely built up of aches and pain ( lactic acid build up, his mind told him, it was what happened with such inactivity and improper stances ). He... had to show some sort of gratitude... right? [2016-04-05 1:09:00 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Through the constant throb of pain that continued to relentlessly pound into his head, he heard a whisper of gratitude -- ah, so... that's what he sounded like when he thanked someone. It was merely a breath, but those words even brought out the littlest smile through the pain. A warmth; coveted, and so precious, a feeling from those two words that made his heart race. Brother... thanked him. Just from his voice alone... even the pain mattered no more. ( And Copycat, she... would be fine. He wasn't particularly angry, but... )

Mikleo managed to rise to his feet -- always one to take hits with ease -- pain meant nothing to him, though he certainly felt it. But there was never time to wallow in agony -- so he never grimaced in pain. He would continue no matter what. A hand rests at his temple, considering finding something to prevent any swelling. But he wasn't feeling up to it -- if he could just rest for awhile longer, and then cut his ties... just that would be fine. ( yeah... this was fine. Their time together... this was more than enough, wasn't it? )

Though his feet stumbled, he helped his brother lay down on the mattress and took a spot beside him, practically collapsing into the spot. He could take the pain, sure -- but from Copycat, perhaps not as well. She packed a punch, and taking it to the head couldn't keep him on his feet. His arms loosely draped over his brother in a weak embrace, trying to rid of the pain. " Later... --I will remove them. " He just needed a moment. Albeit long or short... he wouldn't break that promise, especially after hearing his thanks. Mikleo wouldn't throw that moment away... right now, he treasured it, a small memory that would serve to please him for times to come. ( after all, he just wanted his brother's company. thanking him like so... mikleo was in true bliss. )

And he drifted away, awaiting the moment he would finally part from his dearest brother. [2016-04-05 1:22:54 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: That smile... it was definitely something that Mikleo felt, that punch, but whatever he was feeling, it was not pain. Leo's chest constricted at his approach, and he willed himself in that moment to vanish. Just vanish. Just disappear into the wall behind him. Nonsentient things didn't feel, be it sadness, pain, fear- so if he was part of the wood of the walls, then he didn't have to be afraid anymore. His body would stop aching, his head would stop pounding ( why did it hurt so much, this was ridiculous, he hadn't even gotten punched that recently- ), his nerves could finally just... release... instead of bundling the way they were.

But Leo was not a spirit or phantom and could not make it so as Mikleo wrapped an arm around him and made him lay down beside the captor. He drew breaths- shallower than he meant, stay calm, just don't panic and that's a small victory, right? A... small-, staring up at the ceiling with a confounded apprehension. What was next? Mikleo claimed that he would remove the binds later. That did not dictate when, did not dictate what actions would transpire between now and later. It didn't guarantee later didn't mean when he was dead--... that was it, wasn't it? You didn't have to lie to make later as long as humanly possible. Whatever fresh hell he was descending into, would it make a difference if he was physically liberated or not? Bound be not his wrists, but his soul... when would that get untethered?

He waited, his keeper nestled affectionately at his side, and Leo fought the rising urge to sleep. Sleep was easier, sleep was painless and mercifully lacking in substance. And Mikleo was... oddly warm... compared to him... his presence wasn't a comfort, it wasn't, but the amount of conscious thought it would have taken to resist sleep was more effort than Leo could muster as his eyes slipped closed and he, too, drifted restlessly. [2016-04-05 1:41:40 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: --

By the time his pain mostly subsided, he was awake. ( and he was definitely waiting for brother to stir, as well. ) Mikleo took an observing gaze at his brother in sleep, running fingers through hazelnut strands, still silken. He rose, realizing this would be their last moments together. And so he prepared until brother woke, retrieving his materials and most importantly -- his wristcom.

From under the bed, the drug. From a drawer, scissors. Mikleo began to strip down from his brother's suit, realizing he hadn't given it back yet -- and while it would've been a great souvenir, he wasn't too keen on keeping it around. He searched for an extra pair of clothing, dressing himself -- he didn't bother changing his brother. He could take his clothes for all he cared -- and the MWPSB could do as they liked with it. Gingerly, he folded up his clothes neatly, clean cut edges to the folds, setting it right beside him.

And his hand outstretched to his brother's cheek, his palm finding its place there. " Brother, wake up. " In one hand, he caressed his skin in his palm -- and the other, dangled the wristcom from his fingertips. ( he would be pleasantly surprised! ) [2016-04-05 1:48:41 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: A touch on his cheek caught his attention, and it felt as if he were being delicately drawn from beneath an overwhelming current as his eyes snapped open. He couldn't focus, his vision bleary from slumber ( how long had he been out what had happened what had he missed-- he was still dressed, same clothes, same position only-- ). It seemed all that had changed was Mikleo, his position now at the bedside. Why did he touch him like this? With the ferocity of a feather, a familiar viciousness that Leo felt entirely disquieted by, Mikleo held his face and drew his attention to the object in his other hand.

The wrist com.

He should have been elated. He should have been frolicking in the clouds, a song in his heart and sunshine in his veins at the idea that this man was actually offering him back his old life, his.... but that was it, right? There... there was no home anymore. No where to go back to. No salvation. He could call them, but... would they answer...? So rather than smile ( how... damn he hadn't done that in a while, could he still? ), or be relieved or the like, Leo stared at the device with consternation. It... could it really free him now...? He sure didn't feel like it could... [2016-04-05 2:12:00 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: The silence was rather odd, seeing that a week ago, he was confident in returning to the MWPSB. A burning desire -- and yet, snuffed out in the time that Copycat spoke to him. Truly, he wondered what she'd done. Leaving it up to her was for the best -- she could make her own judgment, but even Mikleo didn't expect him to lose interest in his former goal. " What's wrong? " He raises the question, running his thumb across his cheek. " You don't seem pleased about this outcome. This is what you worked for, isn't it? "

And yet, he held a stern gaze that didn't seem glad about this. Regardless, the call for help would happen -- placing the wristcom on the table, Mikleo rolled his brother over before heading to the briefcase once more. He hadn't used them in awhile, but it would be necessary this time -- just in case. He approached brother, the liquid swishing within the tube, awaiting to find its place within his bloodstream. " It will only be a little bit... in the case that you will disturb the call. " He gave him no time to fight back at the needle ( and he didn't seem fond of them ), dosing him in a smaller amount just to leave him in a lethargic state. And that... would be more than enough.

He reached for the wristcom, it's holographic screens coming to life. And he hovered over the call button back to headquarters, making sure that brother, on the bed, would be caught in the video. No more hiding away or concealing himself -- now, MWPSB -- show me what you can do.

" Brother, don't forget to greet your friends. "

He pressed the call button. [2016-04-05 2:21:47 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: What he'd.. worked for? He hadn't worked for anything. At first, sure, Leo had been defiant, insistent, but... but if Mikleo was in league with Sorey, and Sorey didn't want him... then what was this whole charade about? Why call the MWPSB when they were just going to throw him back? They're cast their line and caught the trash rather than dinner- what else were they supposed to do than toss it aside? But as he looked up to Mikleo, it wasn't displeasure more than just a loss that his eyes reflected. This just felt fruitless, pointless.

He didn't really have much of a choice as Mikleo rolled him over. Leo knew what that meant but-- his heart raced. "W-wait, don't-!" But the pinch came before he could protest, his stomach churning as the heat rushed through his veins. He was being quiet! He wasn't resisting, didn't have the strength to, so why-- And it went right to his head.

And for a moment, he sat there on the bed, his breathing hitched, ragged as the forced relaxation fought with the violent thrum of fear in his heartbeat. He heard Mikleo as though through a swath of cotton- Brother, don't forget to greet your friends... -, and his eyelids drooped lethargically. He... didn't want... to see them... And he buried his face in the bed. Could he sleep through the call...? [2016-04-05 12:46:39 PM] Cherry | ofelysia: The response didn't come right away. Back at headquarters the signal first reached the lab where communications between the team was coordinated. When Rita saw who it was from, she'd immediately called the others and rerouted the signal to their office, working on tracing it before the meatheads ask her to. They can handle the talking and whatever with their missing Enforcer, and she'll focus on the tech end of things where it's simple. Leo had been missing for for than a week, his tracker dug out-- who knew what kind of mess this was gonna escalate to?

Rose was in the office within the minute, and the rest of their division wasn't far behind if they weren't there already. With everyone assembled in the room, she gave their youngest Inspector a worried glance before straightening up and taking the call. They didn't know what to expect-- Leo himself, to explain what had happened? ( the higher-ups says he deserted but rose knew that it couldn't be true; leo may not be loyal to the system and this role but there was someone on this team he would never abandon ) Or was it someone else, perhaps a trap? A random? ( who'd ransom an enforcer? )

She took the call. "MWPSB. Inspector Rose Roosa speaking." It's not how she'd typically identify herself in communications with her team. A second later as the image coming through resolved, her gut feeling was right-- this wasn't going to be Shiv addressing Otter. It's him, the man that had been there the day both Inspector and Enforcer Shepard nearly bit the dust. Rose's expression hardened, eyes darting to the background where their missing comrade lay.

"What do you want?" She was straight to the point. There had to be a reason behind this, whatever this is, and she wasn't interested in playing any games to find out. [2016-04-05 1:06:24 PM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: A woman appeared on the video -- one, very familiar. The same Inspector he found rather stunning from her ability to regulate her Psycho-pass. Someone with talent. His lips curve subtly, his heart racing in excitement. He'd completely revealed himself now... and knowing that, his job would quickly become difficult ( but that was what made it better. )

" Miss Roosa -- was it? This is Mikleo speaking -- oh, but perhaps you may have heard my name before...? " Introductions were vital, and he made sure to start off with an inviting tone, greeting as if he were finally talking to an old friend. " You may have noticed already, but as you can see, your -- Enforcer is here, " Mikleo explained, slowly shifting the camera towards brother's direction, his face buried in the sheets. " There's nothing I want. I watched over him for awhile -- now, it's time to return him. "

Honestly, he was saddened to part from his brother, but all things must come to an end. " After this call, I'll send you directions to this place. He'll be in the first room on the right. " [2016-04-05 2:20:04 PM] Cherry | ofelysia: The bastard was doing that damn thing again where he was speaking as if this was any casual, friendly meeting. Like a stroll in the park, his tone and actions mismatching the situation at hand. One of her men had been missing for far too long and she was in no mood to play. Though she kept her eyes on Mikleo, her attention went to the still form behind. From his posture, he was likely bound but he also seemed unresponsive. Asleep? Knocked out? ( alive..? ) If the boy had his wits about him Rose knew he'd be raising a fuss immediately.

Speaking of raising a fuss-- offscreen, Rose aggressively signalled for Sorey to stay back. None of them could miss Leo from their vantage points around their computers. She could tell the younger brother wasn't taking this well, but if he had any brains in that pretty little head of his he better not say a word. The Shepards never had the best judgement when it came to each other, and that's exactly why she had been hesitant on leaving him on the case.

"And that's it, is it?" Her voice was dry, the sarcasm obvious-- hah, yeah right. But still, what he spoke of, the way he spoke of was troubling. Damn this guy was hard to read! Everything screamed trap, but then why make it so obvious? Unless the goal was different. "Forgive me for being a little wary about anything you say. What'd you do to Shepard?" [2016-04-06 12:01:39 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Shepard -- right, that was his last name now -- but it left a bitter taste on his lips, realizing he wouldn't be able to bear calling brother such a name. Even hearing it made a subtle disgust tug at his lips. " If you ask for my actions for the last week, Inspector, " he begins, his head cocking to the side with some jest, " I've only been tending to him. Trying -- to feed him, wash him, keep him hydrated, change his clothes -- if you're looking for a more violent response, I'm afraid I don't have one for you. " And it was mostly the truth, excluding Copycat's treatment that seemed to have broken his will, and the continuous injections that may have... disturbed his system, at the very least.

There was no reason to lie, either. If he wanted to, this call would never have happened, nor would he reveal his face and even his captor on a video call to the opposing side. That's right... the MWPSB would have to trust one they've been calling a villain, chasing down all this time. Trusting a criminal. He wondered, how would they take that? Mikleo wasn't keen on sticking around much longer -- and he had to remove those bindings of his once their little 'chat' finished -- really, it was saddening to have to leave brother...

" Once you arrive, I advise that you don't bother trying to chase me. You'll hit dead ends and no leads -- without this call, I wonder when you would've found your Enforcer -- or maybe, at all? " While he speaks with a smile, his words are clearly hiding cruel undertones, the thought of keeping his brother for his own forever filling his thoughts. " Besides, he needs your attention right now. He won't be in a healthy condition by then, you can trust me on that. " He hadn't eaten once, only opting for water now and then, though it was still a challenge overall to keep him from refusing the essentials. At least he made it; starving, tired, and motionless. But he made it.

" Any last questions before I leave it to you, Miss Roosa? " [2016-04-06 2:57:04 AM | Edited 2:57:40 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: "What do you want?"

Straight to the point, informal, unattached- Leo supposed he should have expected nothing more from the Inspector as she and Mikleo spoke. Mikleo sounded so candid, so blasé and relaxed, yet she spoke with broken glass in her voice. It cut, intended to create distance. And the way she referred to him-- Shepard. Never did she call him that; that was more of a name for his b-.. for Sorey, who... well from the sound if it, he wasn't even there. And why would he be? This wasn't a rescue mission, this was abandonment, sticking Leo between a place where he couldn't persist and a place that he didn't want to. Between them and Mikleo... there was no ground to go to.

Was it just that she was over a holo or did her voice sound really strange? No, it was just him, just the swimming in his head that left him reeling, unable to discern too much of the warbling in the words. What were they actually talking about? Other than the terse tones and curtness, Leo couldn't really detach meaning from the words themselves. Just... jargon. He bit back a small, delirious giggle. They were talking, they were, and he knew it was about him- maybe they were reaching an agreement, somewhere to leave him where people wouldn't find him, he was probably considered a rogue Enforcer by now, neither side wanted him, Mikleo had spent him, Sorey had written him off, he'd proved time and again to be unreliable and would lead them to ruin so surely- but the words sounded like someone reading alphabet soup. It was nonsense. Well heck, he could talk nonsense if he put his mind to it....

But instead, he just buried his head further into the comforter beneath him, pulling his knees into his chest.

"He won't be in a healthy condition by then, you can trust me on that."

That one he caught... Healthy... oh yeah, his hands were still tied up, weren't they? Wasn't that supposed to come off...? Leo wriggled a bit, the thick sheet of lethargy keeping him from putting much effort behind exposing his wrists. Besides, they were behind him; not much to show. "Y-you... y'promised..." he mumbled into the blankets. Promises didn't mean anything much, but he could at least try. If Mikleo was feeling particularly generous, then maybe... [2016-04-06 9:02:50 PM] Cherry | ofelysia: "You mean other than taking one of my men hostage?" More violent response her ass. Leo had been missing for way too long, and just the way Mikleo spoke of the past week gave her the creeps-- it was like he'd been taking care of damn pet. Her Enforcer was in bad shape, it was obvious seeing him lying there, unresponsive, and she could hear the obvious shared question in the room. Come on Leo, give us a sign, something, anything. You've got more fight in you than this.

She stiffened at Mikleo's implication that they'd never have found him. It's been a difficult case, almost traceless, and even worse, their resources were limited. The higher-ups were assuming Leo ran away. The Division was still being kept on regular duties, their time stolen from being able to track Leo. Rose refused to believe that they wouldn't have been able to save Leo given time-- but she didn't want to leave him there for a moment longer. They'd failed him.

_He won't be in a healthy condition by then._ Rose kept her face hard. So what had happened to his earlier claims? She spotted movement in the background, a small knot of tension unknotting at the knowledge that Leo at least still breathed. Still alive meant they still had a chance. They were going to get their Enforcer back, and take this bastard down too-- there was no way they were letting Mikleo get away again. "Nothing I'd trust you to answer. You're asking a lot of us to just waltz in on your word."

But they didn't have any other choice, did they? They'll have to be careful, every step of the way, be ready for a trap. "We'll be there, and you better be ready." There wasn't much point pretending otherwise-- Mikleo would know they wouldn't abandon the enforcer. [2016-04-07 12:42:54 AM] angry tainted mikleo (ange) ♥: Though understandable, her wariness could only bring him to chuckle, trying to envision himself as the type of person they saw him to be. Yes -- he did take a hostage and cause peaks in area stress levels, but he never felt he was truly a madman. Being a terrorist -- well, it felt a bit different, considering his own actions. But Mikleo didn't blame him. He'd committed crimes, so there was no other way for them to treat him as the rest.

" We'll be there, and you better be ready. "

Now, that caused him to burst in a louder fit of giggles, expressing his mockery on screen. " --haha, sorry -- quite rude of me, but... " Pfft. He was entertained. " You don't actually believe I'll wait here, do you? I have no intentions of getting arrested. I only called you to give your Enforcer back, not to turn myself in. " What a silly thought. At his prime time, too -- why should he get caught? " I won't stop you from chasing me, but... if you try once you arrive, you won't catch up to me. Isn't the Enforcer your top priority? As I said, he should be getting care as soon as possible. I can be chased down any day -- I won't be going far away, I promise you that. "

Of course, his first course of action was to locate Copycat. The way she bolted out, it seemed to be in the heat of the moment -- oh, where could she be? There were many places that he needed to check. ( Copycat... I'll find you, I promise. ) Flashing a smile once more, he made sure to convey his best welcoming grin as he could. " There's no more for me to say, Miss Roosa. Until next time. " Mikleo ended the call, sending the address to her plus directions from the headquarters. There... brother would go back to his friends again. He attached the wristcom to him again, reaching for the scissors on the bedside and -- ( snip! ) his wrist bindings were cut off, dropping the cut zip tie to the ground. But just one more dose -- so that when he awakens, his first scene would be one very familiar to him.

" It's sad, knowing that this is our last day together, " he spoke out loud, knowing full well his brother wasn't in the condition to respond, " but all good things come to an end. And then we start anew. " A new syringe is filled up, approaching his brother with a warm grin, holding out his arm. There was barely any resistance, so it made the job easy. " Though you're not fond of it, you have to take one more shot. You'll live, don't worry -- I'm just taking precaution... and besides, by the time you wake up, you'll be back where you came from. " The needle pricks his skin, injecting ever so slowly. Mikleo's grin only stretched more, oddly excited from the mere action. ( maybe this sense of dominance... felt good. )

Mikleo bent down, his lips practically brushing his ear. " Brother, you may have gotten away this time, but... don't forget, I'll always come back for you. " ( and... he whispered one more thing, quietly. ) That's right -- this wasn't the end. This was simply a chapter to the story, an addition to the novel his life would write out. And with that, he packed any necessary belongings ( the photo, was mostly it ) into the briefcase, stepping out to leave him for the MWPSB. It was bittersweet, yes. Leaving this dream behind. But it was until the next time he could finally have him in his arms again... ah, he wanted to turn around and scoop him into his arms.

He took no time leaving the premises. Leaving behind what was a traumatic experience for his brother, but a fantasy to him, coveted -- those last words he whispered into brother's ear were:

" ...and you'll always be mine. " [2016-04-07 1:07:46 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: Wasn't he supposed to be unconscious? Usually there was a whole lot of not awake that followed that pinprick, but instead, he just felt like he was floating. Floating on what? A bed? The though itself was laughable. What sort of Little Nemo knockoff was his life becoming? Little Nemo...? He... he watched that as a kid, right? Yeah, some old movie they found on VHS, ported, managed to get a really sepia, glitchy version that he and Sorey had watched into the dust. It was a terrible movie but... but floating beds.... he sniggered a bit to himself.

Whoa, he was losing it. He could hear Rose talking, somewhere far, far away, but it didn't bug him as much as he thought it would. She didn't want him around- none of them did, but that just meant they didn't get to take his cool new bed for a ride. Wouldn't they be jealous. He curled up tighter, barely feeling the ziptie cut into his wrists and ankles again. It barely even hurt anymore... that was a bad thing, wasn't it, he minutely was aware of. Oh well. Problem for another day. If he had one.

And then there was a buzz of static- the call ended? Oh, he wondered if they'd hung up on Mikleo. He hadn't been listening, wouldn't have heard anyway. But he put his face into the bedding. If it was there, Mikleo couldn't do anything weird ( not like he had the strength or ability to defy him should he physically move him but... but maybe this would dissuade...? No... this was inevitable now, huh...? ), and the touch on his arm, the release of his bonds ( more painfully than he'd expected- and his hissed in agony as they fell limp where he was ), the distant talking ( damn he wanted to know what he was saying )- whoa, not so distant talking, sent ice through his veins. No, that wasn't it- it was that poking. He could feel it, even though the strange bubble he was living in at the moment, he could feel the resurgence of toxins, the rush of venom in his veins as Mikleo doubled the dose on him and whispered.... whispered...

Had he heard right? His heart clenched in his chest, and for all the world he couldn't tell if it was stopping or thrumming so hard that he couldn't differentiate the beats. Why did it hurt, why did it.... hurt-- "... and you'll always be mine."

He really wasn't letting him go... was he...? Leo wasn't getting away from him.... this was it.... [2016-04-07 2:14:18 AM] Cherry | ofelysia: The office exploded into motion the moment the call ended. Sorey pulled himself out of Raven's grasp ( i'm fine, i'm okay, let's just get leo back ) as they got Rita up on call, bless her, she'd tracked the location of Leo's wristcom. It was agony for them to pull everything together, to make the plans, contingencies, the briefing for what to expect, how they were going to operate in case it was a trap ( it had to be a trap, right? ) arranging the medical supplies and vehicle they would need once they've secured Leo. How to engage Mikleo, who seemed an exception to Sibyl's judgement. Time that was crucial, necessary and Sorey understood but he was antsy, trapped, wanting to move and go but unable to, held back and retrained and bursting with nervous energy and fear pent up over so many days.

It took them some time to find the cabin out in he woods, too long. The car was small, confining, too much noise, chatter, every moment was another moment Leo was in danger and suffering and his blood boiled at that man's words on the call. Mikleo would see justice, Sorey was sure of it, and that he would just toy with everyone like this and laugh and think he's just going to walk away-- and the fear that the man might do so once again...

They broke into the cabin, looking from room to room systematically. Look for traps, hidden men, weapons, anything but it was eerily quiet, clear. The house was old-fashioned, simple, the kind of housing from way back before sibyl, before the country's population had grown to such a extent that crowded city centers was the only economic option. Finally they opened up the door to a bedroom, Sorey's heart threatening to leap right out of his throat as he recognized it. And there he was, still lying on the bed where he'd been on the screen.

"Leo--!!" All sense of caution fled Sorey. There could have been an armed gunman right around the corner and he wouldn't have noticed until it was too late. The Inspector lowered his weapon as he took a quick step forward, the first in what was intended to be many-- and he was stopped in his tracks by a surprising amount of strength, a small hand clutched around his arm, pulling him back, Rose stepping forward to take his place. Caught off guard, Sorey stumbled back as Rose raised her dominator--

What was she doing? What was she--!?

She lowered it again with a curse. "Sorey, stay back. Keep your dominators ready, but be careful where you're pointed." You didn't have to be careful where a dominator was pointed. It wouldn't fire on a safe target, unless-- [2016-04-07 2:31:43 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: Quiet. Quiet. Blissfully quiet as the world seemed to rock and sway beneath him; it was like he had curled up to nap in a canoe. A canoe? Ridiculous, he didn't even know where he could find a canoe, and yet here he was, curled in on himself and frozen as the world ebbed and lulled beneath him. It was a strange feeling, being so at peace and comfortable and so pained and nauseous all at the same time. He didn't want to move, but there was an ice in his veins, a lump in his chest where his heart was supposed to be hammering- hammering? Why would it be doing that if he was asleep; shouldn't it have been calm, just like the rest of the lethargy hanging over him like a wet mantle? No it... well there should have been more sensation than that. it felt like he was experiencing everything by second hand accounts, being swaddled and swayed, but being told of everything that made it so rather than seeing it... seeing it...

People didn't bang on doors in the middle of the ocean.

The trance was broken and Leo's eyes cracked open. There weren't wooden walls at sea, either. Or mattresses. Or... he was beginning to think his canoe theory wasn't holding water. His breaths were fighting him, conscious effort going into inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, as he wrestled his aching limbs into cooperation. He could.. move...? Oh yeah, he could move couldn't he... right Mikleo had promised... A distant smile on his lips as he realized that perhaps he could trust a psychopath's words. Interesting. More readily believable than relying on the wristcom now reattached to his arm.

He stared at it blankly for a moment, his arm laying on the bed in front of him. When had that...? Oh he did not feel right. His body ached for every reason he could imagine, the prick on his arm drawing a small line of blood down his skin as he quivered- he was sweating, why was he sweating when he was so damn cold-; with a grunt, he pushed himself upright. Mikleo... where was...?

--con'td [2016-04-07 2:35:10 AM | Edited 2:42:48 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: "Leo--!!"

Tension pulled his body taut, his eyes widening as he whipped his head around to the door. That- that wasn't the voice he expected, wasn't safe wasn't-- but there he was: Sorey. Sorey and Rose, standing in the doorway, and Leo's breathing hitched as he pressed himself back, back into the wall with the anxiety of a caged animal retreating into its confines. "N-no, w-wait I--" Why, why, why was he here now, why was he--

Leo's hands lifted to his head- pounding, Christ was there anything that didn't hurt right now, even his blood felt like it could feel pain-, closing his eyes and pulling his knees to his chest. If Sorey was here- it must be, it must be he was back because of what Leo had said, what he'd done, what he still- still- he deserved this, but- scared, so scared he just wanted- "S-stay back, stay-- I didn't- I'm- I'm sorry ju-just pl-lease do-n't...!" [2016-04-07 8:02:21 AM] Cherry | ofelysia: It wasn't what they'd expected when they'd found Leo again-- at least, not what Sorey had. This didn't make sense, the way his brother stared at them with panic and moved back against the wall but he's seen that look before, like that of a cornered target they've tagged to bring in. But that wasn't right, this was a rescue, ( what a joke of a rescue, Leo had been just handed over to them ) and Leo should have known. What was he seeing right now that was causing him to react with such fear to his friends?

"Leo-- it's okay, it's us, you're gonna be okay--" Why was Rose still holding him back? Sorey had half a mind to push past her, but he didn't. He trusted her, whatever her judgement here was, and her reaction scared him. What did she see of this? Did she understand? ( what was she expecting? ) The senior inspector took a deep breath, holstering her weapon. "Sparkles, I said to stay back. Raven, come help me." She needed someone who could restrain Leo, even if things got rough and Sorey was not going to reliable on that count.

"Rose, I--"

"Stay."

She stepped forward. Things usually just felt right to her, the answers coming with no calculated odds, just a gut feeling of what to do. It was harder right now, there wasn't really a right thing to do here. She didn't know if Sorey understood yet, but his brother might not be the same person. Whatever that bastard had done-- all of this was a trap, but not of the physical kind. There would be no more physical danger beyond this, but she had a feeling none of them are going to sleep well in weeks.

"This is the MWPSB. We're here to help. Please remain calm, I'm going to approach you now." Whatever was going on in that head of his right now, it was best to handle delicately, calmly --and with distance. The official, stuffy words sounded awkward in her mouth but this seemed the only thing to do as she carefully closed the distance between them. "Can you tell me your name?" [2016-04-07 10:02:10 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: It was by the time that his hands actually touched his head that he realized that he could move them. It hurt, his chest hurt, his wrists- still marred, still scabbed and chaffed, flaked with dried blood- hurt, and he shivered; was it from the frigid bite of the air or just the fact that he was so scared? So many people, none of whom- they didn't want him around, they had left him there ( conspired, one could say- Sorey... he had worked with Mikleo, right? he wanted him there- that's why he was staying in the doorway while Rose approached, while Raven, too... ). Why now? Why were they coming for him now....?

And her words were making no sense. He hiccuped, fighting to keep his breaths under control through the panic. A heavy fog had rolled into his mind and taken up residence, and her words were getting lost in it. His, too, for that matter. But her weapon was down, her approach slow, and she... wait...

Despite himself, he pushed his feet into the bed, digging them in and propelling himself with more force into the wall; this felt familiar, the willing himself to dissolve into nothing. But now it was from... people who cared? People who... he didn't know. He didn't know, and while it frustrated him on one side ( it has to be better but what if they send you back what if they dispose of you somewhere else what if its out of one hell and into a fresh new one ), his fear was his ruler. His what? She was asking him something, a question, a simple one from the sound of it, but his frankly limited energies were being spent backing away. It was again that he felt the startling motion in his chest- it hurt, it hurt, was his heart moving too fast or too slow, but it hurt. His hands fled his head and clenched at his chest as he panted. Air, air--

Oh. His name. That was delayed as hell, but the question had maneuvered the fog, entered the break and arrived to him. "R-Rose-- I..." He was still in there, he was, scared, just so scared, so, he-- turning his eyes up to her, his breath hitched, and he returned, "I k-know my d-damn name." [2016-04-07 12:55:37 PM] Cherry | ofelysia: That sounded like Leo. Their eyes met and she's never seen him like this before. He was scared, terrified, but there was still a weird distance. Just what did that bastard do to him? The enforcer was unbound but she could see the gruesome marks around his wrist that made it clear it hadn't been the case over his captivity. It's not as if she hadn't seen worse before, but all this made her insides churn, a flare of anger rising up as she thought about the man that'd touch one of her team. She makes good on her promises-- the next time she sees that man, he's not just losing the hand.

"If you know it then say it. C'mon, y'know how this works, don't be that asshole that makes the job harder than it needs to." She stopped at the edge of the bed now, looking at Leo carefully. He was scared, but Leo was still there. Come on, make a snarky comeback, say something sarcastic, banter.

You have could have people which CCs so high that were still stable, still predictable and safe for the most part. There were plenty of enforcers like Raven. But Leo's not like that, his CC having never been so high before. Such a drastic spike tagged him as a danger. She couldn't trust him to react as how she'd known him. "You need to try and calm yourself down. We're here to help, and you have to believe that. We can't bring you back safely otherwise."

They'll have to subdue him by force if necessary, but Rose would prefer they didn't. Who knows what could happen-- though Leo was probably too weak to put up a fight and pose a danger to them in his current condition, she also wasn't sure he could still take a beating. It'd be best if they could stun him, but with his CC the way it is...

"We're gonna take you home. You're going to be safe, alright? Sorey's just at the door, and the whole team's here. Do you understand?" [2016-04-07 7:01:34 PM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: This was Leo- battered, beaten, a little bit vague through the haze of his drug-induced state, but Leo through and through. He hadn't wanted to lose himself, not entirely; pieces of him were still there. They were just... harder to reach than before. And as Rose reached the bedside, his eyes looked up to her, a weakness in him that could have been relief but was honestly more light-headedness. Whoa, what a vertigo this was. Was she doing it? Probably not- Rose wasn't some kind of psychic as far as Leo knew. But she was speaking nonsense again ( obscene nonsense, if he had actually gleaned asshole from that ). His eyes narrowed, drifting as he fought to make sense of the words... then... say... oh...

"L-leo." Still shaking, still trying to quell his own heartbeat, Leo strained to make sense of her reassurances. Taking him home... home... did she mean home home or-- but he didn't have that anymore; it was just a room and a bed, as it had ever been, and he didn't really think of it as his whenever--

Sorey.

He shook his head, dropping it again into his hands ( tired of complaining everything hurt, but it was almost concerning that the glacial pain within him was ebbing away to an almost numbness, his breaths caught in his throat, he couldn't suck down enough air, why was it fighting him? Maybe something Mikleo had done- maybe there just wasn't enough air for this many people in the house, maybe that-- ). "D-d-don't lock me up, I c-can't-- if yo-you're gonna- p-put me away just l-leave me to die I can't g-g- I won't--" A hitched breath, his head shaking with a constant dissent. "M-make him st-stay back-k I-- I ca-n't-" Can't make sense, he figured, but he could barely keep enough air to make words, let be string them together properly. But his breaths were calming, shallow as they felt. Maybe that was the lightheadedness... Peering up to Rose with almost meek desperation, he whispered, "K-keep Sorey back, h-he... I'm sor-ry...." [2016-04-08 2:26:09 AM] Cherry | ofelysia: There was more to Leo's current condition than stress and fear. He was rarely so inarticulate with what he chose to convey, going from one objection to the next so quickly she hadn't had a chance to respond to the first. With a frown she leaned in slightly, confirming her suspicions as he studied his pupils. Damn, he'd been drugged. Sedated? She hoped it wasn't anything worse than that, but it made things even more unpredictable. They're gonna have to calm him down, fast, and Rose really wasn't the best person for this kind of thing. Sorey could do wonders, but with how strongly Leo reacted just to the Inspector's name...

"We're not locking ya up, kid. I won't let anyone take you back to that place." Rose glanced sideways as Raven spoke up. She could have told Leo as much, but...she'll let the old man handle this. Him and the boy always had the strangest relationship going on, but there was a definitely different kind of respect. Maybe it just sounded more credible from one Enforcer to another.

She wondered what had planted these fears and thoughts. Leo had always hated the detention center, did he think that he'd be sent back due to his current condition? That certainly was a worry if he didn't recover, but he's a tough kid. He'll pull through. It was the reaction to hearing Sorey's name that really puzzled her.

"Nobody else is coming in, don't worry. Just me and good ol' Shiv here." Not strictly true, the others would be in here in a heartbeat if anything was to happen, or simply on a signal. "We're just tryin' ta help. Can ya sit up?" [2016-04-08 2:50:02 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: Leo shirked a bit from Rose's scrutiny, his head lolling a bit as he lost grip on the present for a moment. He bit his lip- wake up, keep awake, don't- straightening a bit with a shaky breath. She was looking for something- what? Leo didn't know what she wanted from him, didn't know what he was supposed to do. He... embarrassing as it was, he couldn't walk, and he knew it full well. Couldn't walk, couldn't move- if they were to decide to do away with him or leave him, they could do it and he couldn't fight. It would make sense- look at him. Even if they brought him back, there was no fixing this, no fixing anything he'd done- deserved this, his fault, I'll always come back for you--

"We're not locking ya up, kid. I won't let anyone take you back to that place."

His head snapped to Raven- Raven. It was incredible, the therapeutic effect the man had on him. A fellow Enforcer, someone like him- not really to his extent, but someone that he trusted, respected, someone who... he... would he be able to forgive him? even having to save him again? His shoulders, hitched, tense, relaxed, if only marginally, his eyelids dropping just a bit. Breathing, breathing, his lungs were being too greedy for how little they were working, and he swallowed as best he could.

And nobody else was coming in...? He... he could trust Raven. Not that he couldn't trust Rose- he did, she had never given him a reason not to trust him, but... god he was just scared. She was so different from him, more like Sorey, and for some reason there was a tether in his mind over the two that made her a danger, too. But... if Raven said it was okay...

Leo shifted on his bed, attempting to right himself to a standard Raven would accept. "I- I th-thought I.... w-as..." It was taking effort- clearly he was not in his head properly, his emotions too great, the typical grace of his dialect abandoned, his skin slicked and breathing labored. Sitting up was a serious chore, just as was--- [2016-04-08 2:50:18 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: most everything else. "I- is it... c-can I say n...no..?" [2016-04-08 3:35:55 AM] Cherry | ofelysia: It helped. Rose might know how much the kid hated the rehab center, but she's never experienced it firsthand. She knew, but she didn't understand, and sometimes it was hard to trust that. There was a very different bond between that of Enforcer and Inspector, and among their own kind. Raven knew and shared the kid's sentiments, though their reasoning may be different. Nobody liked being locked up in one of those hellholes. And in his state, maybe a bunch of PSB guys kicking down the door wasn't the best reassurance. Maybe he just didn't want his brother to see that, who knows what kind of logic's bouncing around that drug-hazed brain of his.

"That's fine, just wanted ta know. You're in pretty rough shape." Rough shape didn't even begin to cover it. Raven couldn't pick up many outright injuries other than the awful state of his wrists but he looked about as far from the picture of health as one could get. They're gonna want to get Leo to a hospital as soon they could-- straight to one, if they had any say in the matter. "We need to get ya out of here, do you understand? If you can't get up, then it's best if you don't push yourself."

Rose moved aside as Raven took her place right by the bed, reaching for the boy. "I'm gonna pick you up now, so just relax." One arm secured under Leo's knees while the other hauled him up from under the arms. It was scary how light the kid felt, damn-- had he eaten anything at all this week? It made him easier to lift at least, and he pulled the boy up against his torso, exchanging look with Rose. Get the brother out of the doorway-- we'll figure that mess out later. [2016-04-08 3:54:42 AM] ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ | Adorkable Noodleo: It was fine- Raven said it was going to be fine. And coming from him, Leo could almost let himself believe that the rug beneath him was not under threat, that it wouldn't be pulled like some macabre magic trick that left him flat and alone once again. How long, how long until he came back, until this was just another part of the plan? But his eyes remained affixed to Raven as best as he could manage. Rough shape, huh? He imagined his lips turning into a smirk ( yeah, probably not a comforting visage, huh? ), but he lacked the strength to really accomplish much like that.

"We need to get ya out of here, do you understand? If you can't get up, then it's best if you don't push yourself."

Leo paused, wrestling the word into sequitur sense. They were... leaving? "Where...?" Where could they even go? It wasn't like he could really get away even if he wanted to; pathetic- just like ever before, he was at the mercy of others to decide his fate. Was he more comforted that it was his team? He ought to have been, and somewhere in him, he knew that. He should have been confident in them as he had been before. But now...

"I'm gonna pick you up now, so just relax."

For a moment, he tensed, staring at the arms as they approached, but at the touch- this didn't hurt, even when everything else on him did; warm, delicate, which was something he had never equated with Raven before, it was almost laughable- he seemed to almost melt. Exhaustion more than relief was what drove him to collapse into the elder, leaning into his chest as he was hoisted from the bed. Huh... so it wasn't a canoe... The fight to keep his eyes open was a losing one, especially feeling the warmth that Raven was exuding ( or was he just that cold...? This whole place felt frigid... ), his head feeling as though it were full of helium as it lolled into his chest.

Was he... supposed to feel this light...? Weird... wonder where we're going.... [2016-04-08 11:24:45 AM] Cherry | ofelysia: Kid looked like he expected to be killed on the spot with the way he was staring at Raven's approach, but near passed right out when the older picked him up. He shifted the boy to a more comfortable position, pulling him against his chest and letting him rest his head against a shoulder. It wasn't comfortable for Raven by any means, warmth and pressure pressed up against his heart but he could ignore it. Damned kid and this whole damned situation-- he knew better than anyone that the hell wouldn't end outside the walls of this house. You don't just walk always from some things intact.

There's gonna be a mighty long line for a shot at Mikleo's smug face after this.

At the doorway the youngest Inspector hovered, staring in wide-eyed shock and horror at the condition his brother was in. Sorey took a hesitant step closer but Raven shook his head, staring pointedly at the Inspector. Kid's been here for a while, knew how things worked, but he was still too young and inexperienced. "Me and Shiv'll take good care of him, we'll patch him up how we can. Go upstairs, kept Prince and Shark secure this place. See what you can find."

"Is he--?"

Raven cut Sorey off with a sharp shake of his head. He'd seen Leo's reaction back in the room. There was something going on between him and Sorey, begging for his brother to keep away, to stay out. He'd apologized too-- for what? Just what the hell had happened here, it'd involved the inspector somehow. Maybe not directly, maybe something had gotten dug up, and it'd all been complicated further by the drugs in the kid's system, mucked things up.

Inspectors didn't take orders from Enforcers, but reluctantly, Sorey turned and left. Smart kid, and too guileless. Any other Inspector would at least have made sure the chain of command was clear before headed off.

As promised, him and Rose took Leo back to the paddy wagon, grabbed a med bot, and did what they could. He'll live. Raven just wasn't sure if that'll be a mercy or not.

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