dear_mun | oh so very enabled what is canon reviewing even homeless forever probably. [voicetest]

[WELL THAT WENT ABOUT AS WELL AS EXPECTED. Fortunately not being, this time, impaired by either 1) this coming from completely out of nowhere, 2) worrying about Subaru, or 3) angsting about dead friends, Kamui manages to correct his flight to feet-first in time to hit the first wall he comes to - which he still goes through before tumbling to a halt.

While he lays there, he considers that maybe, just maybe, these conversations would progress beyond these tight little circles if he'd just make one small concession and call Fuuma 'Kamui'. Or at least refrain from using his name at all.]

So without hesitation ... you'll kill me on the destined day.

[Kamui is going to get about a 5 second breather before Fuuma pokes his head through the demigod-shaped hole in the wall that he just made. He walks over to where Kamui is laying, standing over him with a hand on his hip and one foot resting squarely on Kamui's forearm. That was on purpose, by the way. The arm-stepping. Very on purpose. There's probably some added pressure just in case you forgot how on purpose it was.]

Naturally. But it won't be any fun if you don't try to kill me back, now will it?

[Foot. Forearm. On purpose. Still a thing that's happening.]

[ow ow ow ow ow ow OW. Rolling onto his knees to body-check Fuuma's knee with as much force as he can muster, though he weighs like 95 pounds soaking wet.] Aaahh--! I'm - I'm not going to try to kill you! Attacking me isn't g-going to change that! My wish is to get you back!

[Maybe that's why Fuuma is never going to oblige.]

Still on about that? [He tilts his head in dry amusement.] I've told you before, that's not your true wish.

[He seems to get the message of Kamui's ~~love tap~~ body-check and backs off, but actually he's just re-positioning his footing before he drops all of his weight on a knee right into the small of Kamui's back.]

And until you figure out what that is, you'll never be able to defeat me.

[Kamui gasps with relief when Fuuma steps off his arm, but before he can get off his elbows and knees he's thrown flat to the ground by Fuuma pinning the small of his back, scraping his skin off his forearms and slamming his face into the ground. The wind knocked out of him, it takes Kamui a couple of painful gulps of air to get out, breathily -] -And I keep telling you - there is no other wish!

[He pauses to just appreciate breathing. Breathing is such a great thing. He likes breathing.] What - what does all this accomplish? Do you think if you - if you throw me into enough walls I'll just hate you? If you kill enough people you will be irredeemable? [You already killed Kotori, you ass, but you'd have to work hard to top that.]

What reason would I have to lie to you, Kamui? [He quirks an eyebrow, not that Kamui could see.] The evidence that what you claim to be your wish is not the true one is clear.

[Breathing? Great? Yeah, it probably is. Too bad that might get harder as this guy puts a hand between Kamui's shoulderblades and leans his weight into it. Sternum, meet pavement.]

Are you truly asking me why I'm doing this to you? If you really want to know-- [He leans over to whisper in Kamui's ear.] --it's because. I was born to.

[Kamui holds what breath he has when Fuuma shoves him down with his full weight, not sure if he'll be able to breathe in deeply enough with that much pressure on his ribcage. He sees stars as it is.

Fuuma needs to lose weight. Kamui contemplates saying this for an insane moment, wondering what Fuuma would do if he did. Instead, at a whisper to keep from losing too much air:] That's just an excuse. Why do you want to do this? ['Want' comes out more of a groan than a word.]

[A hilarious question, with an equally as dismissive answer.]

Wanting doesn't really have anything to do with it. After all, you claim to not want to kill me. [He leans with added pressure for emphasis.] You don't want this at all now, do you, Kamui? [The name in and of itself is meant to add meaning.] Yet, here we are. It's simply destiny.

[He suddenly lets up the pressure on Kamui's back, only to pull him up by the shoulder (not too far since his knee is still pressed into Kamui's spine, and he doesn't want to break the poor kid's back now, honestly), and briefly chide into his ear--] Don't think about it too hard. [--before slamming Kamui's front back into the ground.]

Besides. It's fun.

[Kamui splutters, struggles for breath, strangles out:] But I don't have control o--

[He doesn't get to finish the sentence before Fuuma drags him up only to slam him back into the pavement, where his chest, nose, eye socket, and mouth take the brunt of the force, and blood just seems to pour out of his nose and gums. He cradles his face with his hands, head spinning, and doesn't catch Fuuma's last words. He slurs out, spitting blood:] Tha's not destiny, tha's you. You can' blame choices on des'iny. [Ow. so much ow.]

Oh, can't I?

[He relents the pressure on Kamui's back, confident that his pain will keep him occupied as the Dragon of Earth circles his body to squat in front of him. He grabs Kamui's chin to force eye-contact, a trickle of blood running over his fingers.]

What about you then, hm, Kamui? Dragon of Heaven or Dragon of Earth, you were always destined to choose a side. Is that honestly a choice, in the end? Or will you concede to being as much a slave to fate as the rest of us?

[Fuuma's pretty much right. When the pressure on his back is finally gone he gasps for breath through bloody teeth, struggling to get back to his knees while still holding his face, but he's sluggish and it's doubtless not a problem for Fuuma to catch him by the chin and hold him in place. His eye throbs; it's starting to swell already. He sniffles, snorting back blood on accident, and a fresh flow starts from his nose.] I don' believe in fate. [He stares at Fuuma defiantly.]

[He smirks right back at Kamui.]

Then why didn't you just not choose?

[that's a really good question, and Kamui knows there's an answer but he has to think about it for a little too long.] ... B-because ... because if I didn't ... then maybe you and Kotori ... I didn't wan' anything bad to happen to you ...

You "didn't want anything bad to happen"...

[He clucks his tongue, lifting his hand from Kamui's chin and using the back of his fingers to brush the hair out of Kamui's eyes, leaving a smear of blood across his forehead behind them.]

And that worked out so well for you, didn't it.

[Kamui gets his elbows and knees underneath himself; Fuuma brushes his hair back out of his eyes. He flinches from the comment.] If I had known ... I - I wouldn't have chosen.

I'm so sorry, Fuuma ...

[of course, he has no way of knowing if that would have actually helped at all, what with Fuuma already starting to act weird at that point.]

Oh, Kamui...

[His hand finishes its path across Kamui's forehead and drops down to cup his cheek. His other hand comes up to do the same, and his expression softens as he looks straight at Kamui. His eyes are soft. Concerned. Gentle. Purposefully reminiscent of the Fuuma Kamui holds in his memories.]

Kamui...

[And that lasts for about 5 seconds before the Dragon of Earth's hands are moving past Kamui's jawline to grab his throat decidedly not gently.]

That's not my name.

[Is it telling that Kamui actually stiffens when Fuuma starts acting all gentle and nice? It's probably telling. He still can't seem to help leaning into the gentle touch, though. It's nice to pretend, especially when he's woozy.

He throws himself backwards a little too late to avoid Fuuma's grip around his neck, though.] Ghhkh!

oh so very enabled what is canon reviewing even homeless forever probably. [voicetest]

It's hard to listen when you're being impaled by all manner of implements, sharp or not :V

Maybe he just needs to try harder.

this is not a skill he was taught in school, and I have no other icons for this situation. somehow.

Time for the school of hard knocks, then.

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Kamui is being a glutton for punishment. honestly, boy, just play dead.

still making upset gurgling noises at Kamui's crushed face MY BAD

SORRY

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Ow this hurts so good

[1/2] Mmmm delicious angst.

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walked into that one, Kamui