electrophantasm | CRASH{one}

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CRASH{one}

[The day is a dreary one - October settling into the air with a chill that cuts down to bones and the distant rumbling of a storm coming. Lighting has just begun flashing in the bellies of swollen, near black clouds as a sleek, shining ebony car rolls to a stop in front of the dorms - a scuttle of people rushing to move expensive leather suit cases from the trunk and up the stairs, gone from sight before the driver has managed to crack open the back door, pulling it open just in time to let a pale figure slip from within.

He murmurs, bowing his head to what would be a familiar sight to most among the student body - tall and nearly pure white, dressed in a pressed uniform (though the jacket is open and the shirt untucked, tie loose), a strange mark under.. the wrong eye, and the white hair is long and slithering over shoulders and down the straight back.

The stranger with a familiar face glances up, and thunder rumbles, the skies opening up in a downpour of cold rain that plasters slightly wavy hair straight to white cheeks and turns thin fabric clingy and see-through. He ignores the proffered umbrella, the purple eyes instead turning to the central doors and padding towards them, unsmiling lips curving down further at the corners.]

[OoC: Sorry for the nonsense, rambly, drama post. But I needed to intro him.]

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Uwaaah, ok, ok. Maybe I wouldn't, but only because I was worried he'd end up liking the older Gesso better, ahaha~♪

[He leans into the hand intimately.
You read him so well, big brother. It's almost annoying.]

[A pale brow arches of that, his eyes drifting away briefly in a show of disinterest. He's never met your object of desire, nor has he any real interest in him for the moment.

There are more important points to be made. Finally, he returns his gaze, waiting patiently for an answer to a silent question. It's been months- surely you've achieved your goals by now.]

.....

[His eyes drift away too this time, but not because of disinterest. Because of annoyance, that dark, bubbling annoyance that Ghost of all people should be familiar with in the others eyes, even when he has that smile still plastered on.]

...There have been some....unforeseen complications.

[How unusual.

Ghost blinks slowly at that, considering the expression and the words before he nods, lifting his hand to hover it over the slender throat, head tipping again and a brow arching.

Does he need to take care of it.]

[His face brightens once more, venomous eyes sliding closed as he laughs at the others gesture.]

Uwaah, Ghost is too considerate of me~! Thank you, but I've already got it sorted out, for the most part.

[Smirking, he leans forward to peck his mirror image on the lips without warning.]

If only everyone was as wonderful as my Ghost~♥

...

[His lips twitch, but he continues to peer down at Byakuran blankly, his hand darting forward, fingers closing around the pale throat and squeezing slightly.]

Don't.

[Breath hitching, the albino makes a soft sound as the strong fingers applying pressure to his windpipe, but it doesn't manage to wipe that smirk off his face.]

Why not~?

[His hand presses down harder, lips setting into a firm frown and eyes narrowed, pupils dilating slightly in the lilac sea of his irises.

He has yet to forgive you, yet to even consider allowing that sort of thing.]

[Jaw setting, he licks his lips, cheeks reddening as the lack of oxygen begins to make the blood flood into his normally porcelain face.]

What do you want me to do, then~? I already said sorry~!

..not sorry.

[The words are murmured and thick, threaded with the barest hints of red emotion. Ghost continues to stand there, impassively watching his brother's face flush and his breathing become shallow before he abruptly lets go, hand dropping back to his side and his body turning away.]

A-Ahhh~

[He lets out a pleased, timed gasp for air as he's released- far too used to this routine, it seems. It only takes him a few seconds of deep breathing and rubbing at his throat before he's moved on, and then he tangles his arms around the identical boy from behind.]

I'm un fratello cattivo, I know. But, I'm still un fratello.

[He glances down at the arm, staring for a long moment before turning his gaze back upwards, watching the play of the storm.]

...

[He guesses.]

[Nuzzling into the familiar white cascade of hair, he lets out a content sigh into he back of his brother's neck, bodies pressed close.]

What can I do to make my mega precious, ultra cute brother forgive me, hmm~?

Nothing.

[He frowns, plucking at one of the arms pointedly.]

Not true~ Not true at all! There's no way my Ghost could hate me forever!

[Smile taking on a darker edge, he nuzzles into that identical throat, tilting his lips up towards the soft white curve of an ear.]

What if...I killed Father~?

...

[He shifts, head turning slightly so their lips are hovering, almost touching. His voice lowers, words a mere breath under the sound of the rain hitting the pavement.]

..not for me.

[His smile sharpens, fingers lifting up from their spot entwined around his opposite's waist, brushing against that opposite tattoo.]

It's for both of us.

...

[Ghost's head lolls, cheek pressing against Byakuran's shoulder and lips pressing into a pout before parting again.]

For...

..[He thinks.]

.."Shou-chan"?

[He gazes into those vivid eyes, so similar and yet so different from his own. Always so glazed, doll like- as though Ghost were hollow, existing only for Byakuran to indulge himself.]

For all three. You'll meet him, someday. You'll like him, I know you will.

...

[His eyes flick away again, expression bored and eyes closing.

He doesn't want to.]

[Fingers still stroking that cheek, he closes his eyes, listening to his brother's almost non existent breath, the drum of the rain they're still in.]

I'm happy you're here now, though.

[He says sincerely, thinking of how he hadn't been able to talk to Shouichi for a while- hadn't been able to control the disgusting taste in his mouth when he thought of Spanner, no matter how many sweets he ate.]

I was lonely again.

[A broad shoulder rises and falls in a shrug, arms lifting to loop around Byakuran's loosely as the cool fingers rub along his cheek as he settles comfortably into the mirrored form.]

..lonely...

[They look insane. A tangle of white, soaked through limbs, standing in the middle of a rainstorm- the deep rumbling of thunder so loud sometimes that it would make a grown man flinch, but inaudible to them.]

That kind of lonely, where I just want to kill everyone.

[Aren't they insane? They'd have to be, in order to end up like they had.

He nods absently, lifting a hand to pat Byakuran's head consolingly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder through the stiff fabric of his uniform.]

[Yes, but that doesn't mean they need to look it.

He gives a soft giggle, happy that while his brother is probably still mad, he's not so mad that he can't comfort his fratellino.]

My Ghost. ♥

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That's your fault. :| Avoiding him and all.

cuz he's a SELFISH WHORE :T

SAYS YOU. :T

So says Shou, actually. HE SAID IT HIMSELF.