tornheart | you leave me little notes on my pillow

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you leave me little notes on my pillow

Who: Vincent & Kit
When: Sept. 16th
Where: Green Valley School
What: Apparently some people take offense to others sleeping on benches.

[it's been almost a day and a half since his roommates were brainless enough to lead the police right to their apartment, and Vincent still hasn't managed to muster up any feelings on the matter beyond severe exasperation. he'd spent far longer in more dire circumstances immediately following his flight from home; all things considered, this was just a minor annoyance.

even so, hanging around various parts of Hagu had only served to keep his irritation hot rather than further cooling it down. for a change in scenery he's made his way to Eddan's most prestigious academic facility, although the choice has its practical components as well. even without a uniform it was easy to mistake him for merely another student hanging around after school, including (as he found out soon after his arrival) 'borrowing' a blanket and pillow from the nurse's office.

it's late in the day now, the realm of students with extracurricular activities, and Vincent's made himself quite comfortable on one of the many benches scattered around campus. he'd kept to one beneath a tree earlier in the day, but the weather had promised to get a bit windy during the night and so he's moved so as to avoid waking up covered in nature's refuse.

he seems to be pretty comfortable all the same, stretched out bodily with his legs crossed and guitar resting peacefully by his feet. it had been a small mercy that he'd been on his way home from practice when he'd heard the stupid news, preventing his precious instrument from suffering the same temporary lockdown as the rest of his belongings. a sloppily folded newspaper obscures most of his face from view, although the telltale smoke trail curling over the paper makes it easy to guess what else he's doing back there.

it's not the smartest thing to be doing when you're trying to lay low, but nicotine addiction is an ugly thing. every now and then Vincent pauses in his progress through today's sudoku to look over at any students he feels are staring at him too long, leveling a truly frightening glower their way. go on, it seems to dare them. just try and report this to a teacher.]

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[the mirth was an unforgivable show of weakness, but when Vincent catches sight of the unguarded surprise on his companion's face he can't find it within himself to be upset over the slip. he'd been more than repaid for it now.

he doubted that Kit understood even the ghost of his reasoning beyond replying the way he had. if he was being honest, he didn't quite grasp it all himself. all he knew is that the other boy's smile prompted a small one of his own along with a nonchalant shrug.]

That's assuming you make it that long, of course.

[What an ominous thing to say, and yet those words only served to further amuse Kit. His smile softened, gaze lingering on Vincent. In fact, Kit was dangerously close to staring unapologetically at him, though the fact might have been easily masked as he held out his plate for the other boy to take. An offer to have the rest of his breakfast since he'd already eaten his fill.]

Oh, and why wouldn't I make it?

Because you or I might kill you.

[how kind of him to include suicide in the possible ways for Kit to meet a violent end over roommate troubles. he doesn't seem to notice the gentle way his companion continues to steal glances at him, or if he does he makes no outward sign of it. instead Vincent takes the offered plate without hesitation, scooting the dregs of his own breakfast over before beginning to inhale that as well.

it seemed that Kit might have to start buying for four if he wanted to keep any food in the dorm now...]

I'm not worried. For one, suicide is unseemly...

[Kit chuckled as the plate he'd offered was accepted and Vincent made no attempt to hide the fact that he was a) hungry, b) enjoyed his cooking, or c) all of the above. He'd never really had the opportunity to cook for anyone before excepting his current foster family on the rare occasion he visited them. It was...pleasant. Satisfying, even.]

...and for another, I know you wouldn't kill me.

[if one can call any part of watching such an egregious amount of food shoveled into a single black hole of a mouth satisfying, anyway. Vincent does pause for a moment to look up at him after that comment, just long enough to chuckle to himself and return to his endeavors.]

I wouldn't be so sure. I'm not Hiei.

It doesn't really matter who you are, if you'd wanted me dead, you'd have already tried or succeeded by now.

[Kit's confidence in Vincent was astounding, even to him, but it was firmly rooted in fact. Although their fights had been vicious and no shortage of blood had been shed, they always seemed to agree upon one thing: their lives weren't on the line, not with each other.]

You have had no shortage of opportunities. It just isn't something that you want from me.

Not right now, anyway. Eventually you're going to stop being interesting.

[that was his excuse, anyway. the truth is that for quite some time now Vincent had been considering the possibility that he really was stuck with Kit - and that it wasn't so horrible a destiny to fulfill.

they were wildly different personalities, and yet they shared the same violent core. despite clashing over and over again, the end result had only been falling more deeply into quiet moments like these. it was equal parts bizarre and soothing to have someone he could be so at ease with. he doesn't know if he's ever felt that in his life before now.]

[...oh, he couldn't not take the bait, it was right there, plain as day, and perfectly within reach. Ignoring such a perfect opportunity would be wasteful! And a complete shame.]

You think I'm interesting?

It's not a compliment.

[could he voice be any flatter? only if someone put it through a hydraulic press.]

[Nope, it was too late. He'd given Kit an inch and, true to his namesake, he was going to run wild with it.

Leaning closer on the couch with a mile-wide grin, he poked teasingly at Vincent's shoulder.]

So, that's a yes. I'm flattered. I didn't know you thought so much of me.

I don't. I'm just interested in seeing how much more of an idiot you can manage to make yourself.

[that shoulder poke was met with both a sour frown and Vincent pressing his fork against his overly touchy companion's cheek to try and push him away again. leave, you asshole.]

[Without really knowing why, Kit leaned closer, the flesh of his cheek continuing to press against the prongs of the fork in Vincent's hand. He knew better than to dare the other boy this way, but there were times when resisting was futile. Especially when Vincent let slip little hints that he wasn't as awful as he would have others believe.]

You don't have to make excuses. I'm interested in you, too.

[he pushes back stubbornly, bracing his free hand against Kit's chest to add even more weight to the fight - as if slowly crawling closer and closer to impaling his cheek wasn't enough of a threat.]

I'm sure you've got a lot of projects like that.

[The other boy's hand did nothing to deter Kit. Remaining steadfastly in place, he even dared to snatch a morsel of food off Vincent's plate, deciding that perhaps he was still a little hungry after all.]

Are you jealous?

[He had projects, after all. He would admit to that. He had a whole notebook full of them...]

Why should I be?

[um, fucking excuse you. a normal human being would simply accept that they'd lost that minor encounter and continue grumbling on in fighting to win the war, but as his companion must have discovered by now, Vincent was far from normal.

with an outraged furrowing of his brows the hand holding the fork drops it into Kit's lap as he moves to try and physically pry open the other boy's jaws and retrieve his piece of breakfast. the hand on his chest curls tightly in his shirt, pulling his roommate closer.]

[The very picture of unadulterated innocence, Kit promptly swallowed the morsel he'd stolen to prevent Vincent's prying fingers from snatching it back. And then, with all the audacity of a smug three year old, he bared his teeth and smiled. Using the surrendered fork to take another stab at the plate of food in Vincent's lap, he held out a piece of potato for the other boy to take. Not that he'd make it easy. He had no intention of letting those jaws successfully snap at the food.]

You shouldn't be jealous. You're easily one of the most interesting people I've met.

[ugh, that asshole. it had always been a possible outcome, but he'd been hoping that his actions would have been quick enough to get him to spit it out before that happened. if Kit were a dog, he'd definitely be one of those annoying ones who started chewing faster when they noticed you saw them take forbidden food.]

You didn't answer my question. There's still no reason to give a shit about where you drop your attention.

[his companion wanted to act like a toddler, huh. well, fortunately for him Vincent had the nonexistent temper and attitude to out-toddler any amateur performance such as this one.

as soon as he'd finished spitting out his retort Vincent is moving, closing the minuscule gap between them. he surges forward with the attention of snatching that damn piece of potato and trapping it between both their mouths, turning it into a battle for dominance, but even if he'd denied the food he still intends to hold fast to the liplock. one way or the other, he'd wipe that grin off Kit's face.]

[Kit had an answer ready to throw back in Vincent's face, but when the other boy leaned forward to capture that morsel of food, Kit's only thought was keeping it away from him. And the only sure way to prevent Vincent from stealing back what he had stolen first, and to keep it from landing on the floor, was to eat it himself. It was the perfect plan.

Until Vincent's mouth crashed into his.

Whatever smartass remark he'd had prepared instantly fled Kit's thoughts and he stared wide-eyed at the other boy. Or what he could see of him, that surly face pressed so closely to his own. What was he even doing? What point was Vincent trying to prove?

Kit still couldn't move, every part of him as rigid as stone. This made no sense. But he knew one thing...

Vincent's lips were warm and salty, fitting neatly against the shape of his own and tasting faintly of breakfast. It was strangely...pleasant.

A thought which had him swiftly relinquishing the stolen food, surrendering it to his guest at the same time his hands shot out to push the other boy away from him.]

[even as his tongue snaked out to try and wrest the potato bit away from his companion, Vincent himself couldn't help having similar contemplations. this was an act of war, plain and simple, yet he found that it was far less of an odious task than he'd assumed it would be. everything felt right, as if puzzle pieces had finally been slotted into place.

thankfully he has no inclination to dwell on the implications of such a revelation, nor does the world allow him to even make the attempt. Kit is clearly as rattled by this little trick as he'd anticipated - it isn't long as all before he's not only giving up the prize but shoving him back forcefully.

he allows himself to be moved quite readily, the triumph of a hard-earned victory more than enough to make him a little more complacent than usual. he grins widely at the other boy, already starting to chew his retrieved morsel. clearly there are no regrets here.]

Too easy.

[Brain still more than a little scrambled, Kit was unable to find the same sort of humor in his loss as Vincent. He was tempted to drag the back of his hand across his mouth to remove the taste of the other boy from his lips, but there was no way such a gesture wouldn't be interpreted as an insult. So he just sat there instead.

He wasn't entirely sure why he should care what the other boy thought after what he'd done, of course...just as he wasn't sure why he felt inclined to avoid instigating a fight through hurtful actions or words. By using that sort of underhanded and insensitive tactic, Vincent had stooped incredibly low. Worse still was the fact that Kit knew why it bothered him, even though it didn't quite suppress the urge he felt to want to clobber the smaller teen. Even if the brief contact their lips made was nothing more than an ace up Vincent's sleeve...he'd liked it.

A lot.

Which wasn't something he could say. Or if he could, it wasn't something he would say, especially not after having just invited Vincent to stay with him in the dorm.

By the time he could actually move again, he was clearing his throat and sliding off the couch, taking his empty plate with him and handing the dropped fork back to his guest.]

Just so you are aware, it will take more than that to convince me to rescind my invitation for you to stay.

[the thrill of victory is still running strong through his veins, but there's a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that will eventually make itself known whenever Vincent finally settles down: he's a bit disappointed by the other boy's reaction.

but for the moment he simply chuckles, taking the fork back and nonchalantly beginning to dig back into his plate. it was nice to have the upper hand on throwing Kit off for once.]

Is that so? Guess I'll have to take off my pants next time.

[he could leave it at that and really, he probably should. he'd made his point. but Vincent has never been one to understand restraint...and so when the other teen gets up and makes to walk to the kitchen he leans forward and pinches him right on the ass.

again, it's far less disagreeable than he'd anticipated.]

[If only Vincent had left it at that, Kit might have been able to restrain himself. But of course he hadn't. He'd felt the need to take things one step further, as usual. And this time it was one step too far.

For a brief second it wasn't red that Kit saw, but blistering hot white.

With a shuddering breath, he dropped his plate with a loud clatter upon the coffee table and glanced back over his shoulder as the smaller teen reached towards him. Lightning quick, his hand shot out and caught the other boy's wrist in a sharp, unrelenting grip, twisting it painfully in the opposite direction. His eyes were flashing with warning, other fist clenched at his side.]

Try that again and I will break your arm. Do you understand?

[He never had liked people touching him from behind. And even if Vincent was his partner...there was only so much disrespect he could tolerate.]

[it's not the anticipated result of his action, but Vincent would be lying if he said that this didn't excite him just as much - if not more. the smug grin on his face widens into something challenging and a little crazed. his wrist aches under the other boy's grip, but the pain only goads him on further.]

Why wait? Do it now.

[or maybe he should prompt the retaliation a little further? with that thought in mind Vincent rises up from the couch, standing so close to his partner that they're practically pressed up against each other. come on, then. escalate this.]

[What was it Vincent had said to him the night they first met?]

Only people who think themselves worthless blindly chase that thrill.

[He held Vincent's twisted arm for a moment longer before, with a violent shove, he knocked the other boy back onto the sofa. It didn't get more sit down and cool off than that, especially as Kit took a breath, and then collected both plates before heading to the kitchen.

This was fine.

He'd made his point and Vincent knew there was a line drawn now. As disrespectful and antagonistic as he could be, he wouldn't forsake those boundaries, would he?]

[he's sharp enough that he can recognize his own words when they're thrown back at him, but it's the denial of a fight that rankles him more. Vincent grunts, trying and failing to withstand the superior force acting upon him. all it results in is him hitting the couch at a strange angle.

it's not like Kit to reject a fight when the both of them are free and able, even more so when he was obviously riled up. it's the curiosity over something so obviously amiss that prompts him to violate even his own set of rules and follow after the other boy into the kitchen. prideful as he was, soothing a bruised ego mattered less in this instance.]

And people who are afraid?

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