Giriko

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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Not bothering to respond, Justin walks out of the room, expecting Giriko to follow. He had a sinking feeling he knew what 'something more interesting' meant, but he wasn't afraid of Giriko, not by a long shot.

Kid didn't bother hiding the glare on his face as both of them left.

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Giriko followed Justin with a comfortable pace, hands stuck in the pockets of his jacket. He could just barely hear the music playing on Justin's headphones and he wondered if Justin would be just as deaf if he took them out.

When they neared their rooms, he slung his arm around Justin's shoulders and guided him towards his own door. He leaned in and nipped at Justin's earlobe, careful not to get the headphone cord.

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He wasn't quite as deaf with them out. It took a bit of time for his ears to stop ringing, true, but once that happened, he could still hear. His shoulders sagged as usual when Giriko's arm wrapped around him.

Justin was just about to protest that if nothing else, he needed to sleep tonight in his room to make sure he could get enough sleep before he fought against Maka and Soul, but the little nibble on his ear kept him quiet. He took a few deep albeit shaky breaths to keep his composure in check. He wasn't going to lose his head like he did during that virus, no matter how unexpectedly pleasant that was. ...Though he had to admit it was oddly sweet that Giriko cared enough to not bite down on the the cord, and he fought back the urge to thank him for that.

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Giriko gleed inwardly at the little shaky breaths that Justin drew after that little nibble. Justin was obviously unsure about this, and that was just fine with Giriko. More importantly, Justin wanted it. Wanted it bad.

He drew Justin into the bedroom and reached for his robes, trying to figure out how the damn things fastened themselves.

"Don't worry," he said gruffly, his eyes lighting up. "I'll be gentle."

Justin might not technically be a virgin, but Giriko was willing to just pretend that that incident during the virus never happened. That sort of meant that Justin was probably a virgin again, right?

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Justin still didn't like being in Giriko's room. It made him feel like he had very little choice in what happened, and feeling out of control drove him crazy. He liked having the ability to kick Giriko out if he wanted. Here, he didn't have that. He had the option of escaping, but he doubted Giriko would let him without a fight, and he'd never manage to live that down.

His own hands gently touched Giriko's as he reached down to help him get the robes off; he didn't need the chainsaw ripping them because he couldn't figure out how they went together. "I'm not worried," he said automatically. A little tense, yes, but he knew he could still easily overpower Giriko if it came down to that.

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Giriko let him undo the robes. They were annoying, anyway, and occupied himself with taking off the chain around Justin's neck and then burying his hand in the short blond hair and bending his head to kiss the boy.

He enjoyed that for a few moments, teasing him with his tongue, then slipped his hand inside the robe to brush against Justin's chest, tweaking his nipple.

"You gonna take off those damn headphones, or am I gonna have to strangle ya with 'em?" he murmured, drawing back enough to be sure Justin could see his lips move.

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Justin very nearly protested when Giriko stripped him of his necklace, but he was cut off by the kiss and mostly forgot what his problem was about. He was almost too busy focusing on trying to remain calm and composed (and starting to fail at it) that it took a little longer to realize Giriko was talking to him.

Once he did realize though, he obediently popped his headphones out of his ears and draped the cord over his neck. "Why do you care, anyway?"

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Giriko rolled his eyes and reached for the player, intending to pull the player off completely and set it on the bedside table.

"Because we'll just get tangled up and shit, idiot," he said. "You expect to be able to wear that thing in the middle of everything?"

He ran both hands under Justin's robes, touching the smooth skin and beginning to explore with more curiosity than urgency.

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Justin didn't fight Giriko taking away his iPod. He was horribly uncomfortable being without it - it had become something of a security blanket to him, but he could survive without it even if its loss did slightly renew the urge to leave. "I'd like to, yes. ...But you're the expert."

He had to keep himself from trying to squirm away, but he made sure he was more focused on finishing unfastening his robes and shrugging out of them, making a mental note to pick them up later. Somehow it was a little less unnerving now that he was actually able to see Giriko's hands moving over his chest.

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Giriko had every intention of completely turning things around in comparison to the last time he'd been in any way naked in the presence of Justin. Justin had beaten him in battle twice, and then raped him during a virus, but this time was going to be different.

He bent his head, sliding his arms around Justin and licking at one of his nipples as he tried to back him towards the bed. Hormones and his prowess in bed should do the job.

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