Giriko

Kid bit back a grunt, and forced himself not to wince too obviously. He'd long since learned he'd end up screaming his throat raw if he didn't keep himself quiet. Besides, he wanted to keep his pride. No matter what happened to him, he wanted his pride when he got out of this.

The side of his lip curled into a smirk. "No wonder you couldn't protect Arachne if that's how you hit." Truthfully it hurt like hell, but he couldn't admit that.

Justin remained quiet, trying to not draw too much attention to himself. He wasn't too sure he wanted Kid to notice him and officially declare him a traitor. But he didn't know Kid that well, either. He'd pretended to be his friend but other than that, he knew nothing about him.

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Giriko snarled and caught Kid by the chin, forcing his face up. He turned his head this way and that, his fingers digging cruelly into his face.

He didn't mind if Justin kept quiet and watched.

"No wonder what you say don't mean shit to me, when you look like a pathetic worm hanging in a spider's web," he sneered.

Then he smirked wickedly "And your right side's all swelling up now. Look at that. Left side's okay, though. Want me to hit you again?"

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Kid ignored the pain as best he could. Truthfully, the blow to his face had hurt, but he didn't want to give Giriko a reaction. And that was the one reason he didn't beg to get his again to balance out his symmetry - how pathetic he would sound doing that?

He wondered if Giriko wouldn't hit him again if he did, just to mess with his head. "I already know you're going to hit me again. Why bother asking?"

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Giriko probably wouldn't have hit him if Kid begged him, because that would have been even funnier. The kid's words made him laugh, even still, and he let go of his chin, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

"I might hit ya later," he said easily. "Wouldn't want to make you scream too much. Though you must be fuckin' bored of Gopher's love taps by now. He probably can't hit for shit."

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"I don't scream," Kid said simply. Now a little more at-ease - at the very least, Giriko wasn't Noah - he felt relaxed enough to realize there was someone else there.

A look of confusion flashed across Kid's face before he glared at Justin. "Sanctimonious son of a bitch..."

Justin just chucked and rolled his eyes in response. Kid was always so melodramatic. He probably managed to figure out that Justin was the mole, but it was hardly a concern for the priest; it's not like Kid was going anywhere anytime soon.

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"Bet I could make ya scream," Giriko purred quietly. Then Kid noticed the priest standing behind him, and he grinned wide at the reaction.

"Oho, didn't expect that, did ya? Guess you didn't know some of your friends as well as you thought. I wonder how many others aren't who you think."

He reached out, pressing his hand to Kid's stomach and rubbing up, lifting his shirt. "Gotta wonder if they think you're the traitor, comin' to live with us like this. Maybe no one'll come for you at all."

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Kid was just about to tell Giriko to shut the hell up, but that all quickly turned into a rather obvious flinch away from Giriko's hand, though he couldn't get far thanks to his hands being tied. "Someone's coming for me!" Because Liz and Patti must have been able to get back safely and tell everyone what had happened. Because Professor Stein had promised he'd make sure they were safe. And they had to be safe. They had to be.

Justin scoffed. That little Shinigami was so pathetic sometimes. "Giriko? You want me to leave the two of you alone? I'd hate to get in your way." Besides, this might actually save him from having to deal with Giriko's rather insatiable sexual appetite himself; Justin wasn't entirely sure he knew how to handle that and still run his little errands for Noah anyway, but if Kid actually managed to keep him distracted, Justin was mostly off the hook.

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"If they can ever find you," Giriko replied mercilessly. "You don't have the first fucking clue where you are, do you? Neither do they."

He glanced back at Justin over his shoulder. "Fuck no I don't want you to leave. C'mere." He wasn't planning on letting Justin off the hook, anyway, whether it was before or after he went to run those errands of his.

"I got some questions for ya," Giriko added, turning back to Kid.

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Justin came closer, figuring he still needed to wait for a better opportunity to escape. He had places to go and 14 year old girls to kill, after all.

Kid resisted the urge to snarl and simply raised an eyebrow in response. "Ask away, if you absolutely must."

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Giriko slung his arm around Justin companionably, drawing him right up close to Kid.

"Yeah, so your friends...Maka and Soul are their names, right? You know what kinda powers they've got?" Kid would probably not want to tell him, but that was all right. It would just give Giriko more of an opportunity to rough him up.

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Justin exhaled slowly. He was slightly annoyed at Giriko for the embarrassing treatment - he didn't mind it when they were in private, sure, but in front of people? Honestly? - but he refused to show that and give Kid something to pick up on.

Kid snorted, rolling his eyes. "What makes you think they're my friends? It's not like I keep tabs of the entire school." He stared a little down and off to the right of Giriko, where his gaze fell after he got done with his eyeroll. "Why not get Justin to tell you?"

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"Cause I ain't a fuckin' moron," Giriko scoffed, leaning in closer. "You showed up on the island with them. And they were there at Arachnophobia. They ain't just some other people in the whole fuckin' school. They're people you've fought beside."

He leaned back and glanced at Justin. "Now Justin, he don't know shit about them, because he's been off with me, right?"

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Justin glared softly at Giriko. He very much wanted to be left out of this. Especially if he was going to imply... Anything to Kid in the slightest. "You already know that's true, Giriko."

Kid, much to Justin's relief, either didn't notice or didn't care much about Giriko's comment. He resisted the urge to crane his neck and lean as far away as possible, and instead stood his ground, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'd rather die than give any of you monsters any sort of information."

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Giriko grinned at Justin, then lashed out violently towards Kid. He didn't even bother to look at him, delivering a powerful punch to the midsection that could easily break a rib.

"Don't call me a monster," he said with a smirk, finally looking at Kid to admire his own handiwork. "You just gotta tell me one thing, brat. Can Maka and Soul do something to break a person's soul? Make it explode?"

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Justin giggled cruelly as Kid's face contorted in pain. But the Shinigami didn't scream, wouldn't scream. He coughed up blood, wondering how long this would take to heal before he could breathe comfortably again. He sucked in air, sounding almost like a series of sobs.

"I don't..." He paused to spit out some blood, hoping it would hit either Giriko or Justin. "I don't know."

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Giriko didn't mind if blood spattered his boots. He grinned, watching the Shinigami cough and retch, and finally hearing his answer.

He glanced sidelong at Justin. "What do ya think?" he purred. "Do we believe him?"

Maybe they did. It was possible Kid didn't know. It was possible they didn't have such a power, too. But maybe they didn't.

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The corner of Justin's lips turned in a cruel smirk. "Maybe you should hit him again and see what he says this time." As long as it didn't cause any permanent damage to Noah's precious little collectible, it shouldn't cause problems.

"I'm telling the truth!" Kid shouted, trying his hardest to not sound too desperate to not get hit again.

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The desperation was hot. Giriko felt a lot better now than he had in a while, getting to just hurt someone without having to worry about the consequences.

He lashed out a second time. The second blow wasn't as hard as the first - he didn't want to kill the kid by accident - but when layered on top of the first one it would still hurt just as much.

"Still don't know?" he asked, grinning at Justin.

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Kid whimpered from the blow, unable to keep himself completely quiet this time. He was starting to sincerely hope that Gopher was coming back soon. Justin giggled at the reaction; it was cute, almost.

"I st-still... Still don't know." The Shinigami seriously considered trying to kick Giriko in the head - he knew he'd be able to without much of a problem, but that would only make him angrier and with his chest getting hurt, moving around that much wouldn't do anything to help him heal. "Why do you care?"

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"None of your fuckin' business," Giriko said, almost amiably.

He grabbed Kid by the hair and pulled his head back, enjoying how his neck was pulled into a long, tight line. Loving the sight of those bruises, of the blood that ran down his chin.

"It ain't your place to ask questions, brat," he added, smirking down at the boy. "You're nothin' more than a toy in Noah's collection, now. Toys don't ask questions or get cheeky. Just do what you're told, and we can get along fine. It ain't that hard, right? You think you can do that?"

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There was something Kid distinctly didn't like about Giriko's smirk. He hated it enough to forget about his earlier thoughts about not retaliating. "No, I can't," he spat, kicking at Giriko's stomach, trying to get him to let go.

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Giriko caught Kid's leg, stopping it before he could reach his stomach.

"Do that again and I'll cut it off," he sneered, tightening his grip on Kid's hair. "You don't need both of your legs to suck Noah's cock, do ya? I don't think he'd mind."

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Kid visibly winced at the hand tightening in his hair. He didn't want to show that it hurt at all, but it was becoming a little too painful for him to remain stoic about. "I'd think it would ruin my collector's value," he sneered right back, trying to wrench his leg away.

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"You think I give a shit?" Giriko growled. "Besides, I doubt he cares if you've got both legs. He wants a Shinigami. What does it matter what its shaped like?"

He wasn't sure of that, though, so he let go and sauntered away before Kid could kick him again. He turned to Justin, smirking at him. He had the answer he'd wanted, and was feeling a lot better.

"Kid's boring me," he said. "You want to go do something more interesting?"

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