031 - [trapped in a maze of relationships]

[tsuntempesta]

[Someone else seemed lost in the fog. . .and he seemed absolutely frantic over it. Not over himself however, but for someone else.]

". . .JUUDAIME!! JUUDAIME!!"

[The cries were loud, and there was a noticeable trill of fear in them. He sounded almost as if he were in tears. . .]

". . . J-Juudaime. . I don't. . . don't leave me. . .W-Where. . .!!" 

[Those were definitely some sobs now. Something was very clearly wrong, here. . .]

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[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

" . . There it is again, Takeshi~ How cute~ That jealousy of yours~!"

[He smirking now. He seems to be getting quite the kick out of your displays of jealousy. . .]

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

{He's just going to sneer at you because you're right and he can't really do anything about that. Keep up that snarkiness though and soon he'll be grabbing you.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[You know you really do love it anyways. At any rate, he just seems more amused at this action.]

" . . .And you just can't keep your hands off of me, can you?"

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

Why would I have to?

{You're his after all and he won't be letting go.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

" . . You're just lucky I like it so much."

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

Mmmm~ I wouldn't force you.

{Ever. It's not in any part of himself to truly hurt you.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

" . . I know you wouldn't. You're too soft, after all."

[He's smirking a little still, but there's something almost soft about that smirk.]

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

{Pulling you tighter in now.}

I'm not soft at all.

{Because ShadowMoto really isn't as soft as all of Takeshi.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[He's going to offer a little nuzzle at that, before nipping at your neck gently.]

". . . Mmm. If you say so, love. I still think you are though."

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

{Biting those earrings they both like so much, a bit more harsh than normal.}

I'm not.

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[You're going to get a soft whimper at that.]

". . .Mmm. . You are. . Maybe not so much. . this part of you. . "

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

{Have a smirk.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[. . He's just going to smile a little and remain against you.]

". . . I've always wanted to apologize though. . . I just have had a hard time doing it. . I know that you don't like sharing me. . ."

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

I don't mind so much if it's Tsuna. It's just....I'm afraid it's not sharing. I don't want to end up the third wheel, Hayato.

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

" . . .Like you ever could be. I know I insult you a lot and I know it sometimes seems like I hate you. . . But I never could. I hate being without you. When you disappeared from the island, I didn't know what to do with myself."

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

{He smiles a bit wryly.}

I'll have to remember that.

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[He just smiles a little in return.]

". . You'd better."

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

{The smile doesn't fade as he fiddles with the red strings wound through the wire on his wrists.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

" . . What's that?"

[His attention was drawn to the wires now, gazing at them curiously.]

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

Just jewelry.

[The wires are wrapped with a lot of read and almost as much orange. It twists in and out and around.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

" . . Oh? I never really thought you were the type for jewelry. . ."

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

Mmmm, I don't where a lot...but things with memories...those are important.

{Like the red piece of wire wrapped with a thin orange ribbon hanging low around the collar of his tank top.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[He decides to play with this jewelry a little - he seems somewhat entertained by it.]

". . . Memories?"

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

Yeah...memories.

{The red may light up a little.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[He's still playing with it - he seems further amused as the red one lit up.]

" . . What kind of memories?"