CRASH{one}

[electrophantasm]

[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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[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

[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~?

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Nothing.

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

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

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~?

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...

[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.

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[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.

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...

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

For...

..[He thinks.]

.."Shou-chan"?

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

[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.

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...

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

He doesn't want to.]

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[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.

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

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[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...

cuz he's a SELFISH WHORE :T

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[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.

SAYS YOU. :T

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[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.]

So says Shou, actually. HE SAID IT HIMSELF.

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[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. ♥

To appease Spanner. :T YOU don't get to call him that.

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[Impossible.

He murmurs softly in response before pulling back slightly, frowning as strands of his hair stick to his twin's cheek.]

...

..inside.

Dirty, dirty boy.

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

...Ah~?

Oh~! Hahaha~ We're really wet, aren't we~?

What's Ghost's room number, hmm~? We should sleep in the same bed tonight, like when we were kids~! Maybe we won't get colds, if we're lucky~♫

No. :|

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[He stops, patting himself down before producing a drenched piece of paper that might possibly have been an envelope with his room key in it at one point.]

Just wanted to build a harem, he did.

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Oh, Ghost~ Naughty naughty~♪

[He tries to ring out the envelope, patting it with probing digits to see if the key is still in there- it wouldn't be unlike his poor fratellone to have lost it already.]

..you got him pinned.

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[What does he care about room keys? If he can't unlock the door, he'll just break it, it's a simple enough matter.

His head tips to one side, eyes flicking over the paper before he sinks his hand back into the pocket it came from, head tipping back towards the clouds in thought before he produces the key itself.]

Ayup.

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

[But then you'll have no door, and what if there's a draft in the hallway? You'll get a chill.]

Oho~ 1003~♫

We'll have to take the elevator then, and get ourselves dried off. If one of us gets sick it's not so bad, but if both of us, then who would take care of the other~?

:|

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[He'll be fine.

One shoulder rises in an idle shrug, and he turns to pad towards the entrance.]

Maids.

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Aaah, but they're so boring.

[And they are going to totally soak the school's carpet.]

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

[So what.]

...
...

Byakuran's Shou-chan?

[erytophiliac.livejournal.com]

....

....

A-Ahh...that would be.....

[His eyes are wide, cheeks reddening.]

[electrophantasm.livejournal.com]

..?

[Would be what.]

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[Visions of Shouichi in a skimpy French maid dress. He has to shake his head to pop himself out of that train of rapidly turning NC-17 rated thought.]

Aah, but. Shou-chan isn't mine yet. Unfortunately, he's....

[He pauses, trying to figure it out himself without damaging his ego.]

....yet to become aware of my appeal.