Let's go home

❝I thought we could live through anything, just the two of us.❞ Room J-4 • AU [r09]

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( 砲 @ pixiv, source )

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Look, Nageki! No hands!

Nanaki hadn't put much thought into his costume. In all honesty, he clicked at random and decided he'd be fine with whatever--though he almost regretted it now. Above his waist his costume looked peaceful, save the various shackles preventing his arms from moving at all. Below? Blood--everywhere--staining the lower half of his garments. It was as if it was seeping up from the ground, clinging to him no matter where he moved.

What was worse were the different parts of somebirdie's skeleton. Bandages wrapped around the outside of his robe, keeping his legs securely together. How did he move, you ask? He sort of... glided along the crimson sludge. Each move he made was not without a soft jingle, mind you, as his entire costume was adorned with many bells. All these different parts of his attire fitting perfectly into the title of Nightmare Sage.

The most peculiar thing, though, wasn't the blood or bells, but the fact that the constant exhaustion he normally felt was no longer there. For the first time in a very long time, Nanaki felt completely awake.

Well, no time to worry about that now! Though they hadn't agreed to meet, Nanaki still wanted to spend the day with Nageki. It was the first holiday they'd be able to spend together in five years, and the quail wasn't going to pass that up. Despite his readiness to hurry and celebrate this silly holiday, he made a small detour to the cafeteria. Nageki rarely had the chance to spoil himself because he had to be careful about what he ate, but on a holiday like this where kids stuff their faces with things bad for them, who's to say the mourning dove couldn't have a treat as well?

Ah... In all hindsight, perhaps Nanaki should have gone and retrieved Nageki first. How was the sage to carry any kind of treats when he was bound in a fancy straight jacket? Heaving a slight sigh, the blonde opened one of his eyes to get a glance at the many arrangements set out in the area. It all looked festive and delicious, but one thing stood out more than the food--a costume strikingly akin to his own. Minus the blood and bindings, of course. Even more catching was the green hair peeking out from below a similarly green cap. 

Nageki.

"Just staring at the food will not fill your belly." Nanaki chirped as he leaned over the boy's shoulder, taking notice that he was all too overwhelmed with all these choices. Most of it was probably new to the orphan, since they never really had the money to be picky with what they ate. If you had to ask the quail, he'd say Nageki's confusion was quite cute. 

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// Dig

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Another plot twist!? Was this man, this Nanaki Suzuki, M. Night Shamalamading-dong’s hidden protege? He proved to be just as aggravating, tugging him along their little cross-examination rather than the other way around…. the easily frustrated Mole was already reaching his limits as every snore slithered down his ear canals. And in the end, he still hadn’t gained a quiver of valuable information.

He could almost see the seconds tick away on the clock as the sleeping fool eye’s stared at him like the porcelain dolls at his grandmother’s home.

And like those dolls

“Zis iz not nap time! Zis not ze time for your bullshit! Do you not understand the position you are in? At any moment, I can kill you! I can come down there, stabbed you in the ze heart and eat your—” He stopped himself and chomped down on his cig, the realization that not one word had registered in the blond’s head finally hitting him. Crouching down, The Mole pointed his gun at the teacher’s left eye and tugged on his smoke with his free hand before muttering to himself,

“For La Resistance…”

The trigger was pulled.

And he squirted the yellow liquid all over his prisoner’s face.

“The golden shower iz here to wake you up. Now damn it, listen to me! I have more of where that came from!”

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Mid-snore Nanaki was awakened with a start, a shriek akin to the one he made when he fell in the pit made only milliseconds after his painful awakening. Both the quail's hands shot up to quickly cover his now singeing iris, though no any other noises escaped from his lips after his initial cry out. This was the first time anyone actually punished the narcoleptic for falling asleep abruptly, but it wasn't like Nanaki could really hold it against the brunette--he was being interrogated, after all!

Well, in Nanaki's own way, he learned a bit of information himself; the gun wasn't real. The quail had no fear of dying or being killed, but he refused to do so until he completed his last wishes. No... he couldn't fail--and so he was relieved to find out that the gun was filled with anything but bullets. Still, fake or not, the gun's contents still hurt immensely.

Though both eyes were watering like the Niagara Falls, the blonde managed to look up at his warden only to see a blur of colors through eyes barely open enough to be called a squint.

"I think you have the wrong man... I'm just a patient, as you are. The one you want to catch in your traps is a doctor, or a patient who was a doctor before being infected." Yes, certainly they'd know much more than Nanaki would. At least... about the things his captor was interested in. Not so sure anyone would know about the giraffe situation, though. "Not a mathematics professor."

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// Dig

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He… didn’t know…

… who Elmo was?

Things were not going as planned. The man was not creating a golden waterfall in his pants nor was he raining from his eyes, begging and whimpering for his life to be spared. The Mole couldn’t tell if he was this stupid or he had underestimated the man’s cunningness. He scowled in distaste, circling the hole and keeping his aim steady.

“You will be a worthy opponent.. ze Chun Li to my Ken. Yet, I know plenty of cheats to succeed a worthy win.” Personal torture, for now at least, was out of the question. With the unexpected twist to the story, there was no telling if the man had strength to overcome him if he were to hop down and start brandishing a knife.

He stopped in his path. With one hand, he popped a fresh cigarette into his mouth and lighted it in quick succession. He puffed the smoke out of nostrils, taking a moment to think.

“Professor, are you? Drillin’ ze prions and shitting directly into minds of youth… makes me sick. I spit on your offerin’ of ass kabobs!” At least he had gain one hint of knowledge: The man was a teacher. So he hated him. He hated everyone… but now him even more so.

“But change my opinion. Perhaps I’ll let you go, if so. A good teacher answers ze student’s question, yes? So tell me… why am I here? Who are you? Who is in charge? And are there any giraffes around here?

You have five minutes.”

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In all honesty, Nanaki didn't know who Chun Li or Ken were either, but he supposed it was a compliment in some regard.

Even though he was considered a "worthy opponent", Nanaki would still rather avoid the chances of a fist fight. The professor wasn't known for his strength, you see? Even more so, he was completely content with their current positions--if you couldn't tell by the cheerful smile on his face. What didn't he have to be happy about, though? Nageki was here, Shuu was here, and so was Ryouta! Everyone he needed to be here, was. Besides, death wasn't permanent here. If the boy decided to off him, he'd just be brought back.

Which, in all honesty, was partially why Nanaki decided to keep his gun concealed. No point in making an enemy that just comes back!

"Now, I don't see what me being a professor has to do with any kind of kabobs." Nor has he ever 'shit into the mind of youth', as he only taught math! It wasn't even required to take his class, one could take gym or music instead of attending his lectures! Not that he cared whether or not this boy liked his profession or not. In this hospital he was no longer a teacher, just another patient. 

Still, if 'being a good teacher' got him out of this hole without any sort of trouble, he was happy to oblige. 

"You're here because you're a patient, like me. Infected with a mystery virus, you see? I'm not a doctor so I can't elaborate any further on that." Yes, the infection was curious to Nanaki as well, but he couldn't very well chance bringing up his suspicions. He could end up losing the utopia this hospital has provided him!

"Also, I'm Nanaki Kazuaki. As for who's in charge... I'd assume the chief of staff... but I don't--" 

Ah, this much talking and the shock of falling was truly exhausting. It was a wonder that he'd stayed awake so long--but no more. His eyes remained open, but make no mistake; Nanaki was already asleep. Even a light snore could be heard as the blonde's chest rose and fell calmly as if he wasn't in a dangerous situation.

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// Dig

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Ah, the sudden shriek served as his alarm bells.

With a quick tongue-flick, The Mole slicked his dying cigarette into his mouth and swallowed the flickering cancerstick down. The lion should approach his prey with a becoming appearance, should he not? He chuckled and got to his feet, sidestepping his scattering of traps to reach his snare, strapping his shovel to his back along the way and switching to a new weapon. Slippin’ into something just a bit more intimidating, so to speak.

“Um… Hello? Is anybirdie out there?”

“Birdy? I assure you, there iz no cocks around here to save you, mon ami.” Strange terminology but he surely wasn’t one to judge. A quick look down revealed a his catch — a blond, taller and older and not too smart looking.

“This iz ze the deal: I am your mother and you are grounded. There will be no cookies and milk, no fun time lickin’ elmo’s buttonhole until I hear you confess your crimes.” With a soft click, his weapon was drawn. A scratched handgun pointed directly at his target’s head. At this range there was no chance of missing.

“Understood?”

… Of course, it was simply a well disguised water-gun. A water-gun filled with tear inducing lemonade.

But he didn’t need to know that.

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Ah--the french accent reminded him much of his overzealous student and his not-so-half brother. But as the boy said, no one was coming to his rescue--cock or not. Well, luckily enough Nanaki could fend for himself and then some. Not to mention that his captor wasn't the only one with a gun... and the quail's wasn't filled with lemonade. Not that he was trigger happy by any means, though, so he wouldn't be aiming it carelessly at someone he hadn't yet made an enemy of.

Still, he couldn't help but find humor in this situation. Grounded? Confess? Please. Even more to the professor's amusement was the fact that the human called himself Nanaki's mother. How odd! Not only was the blonde an orphan, but he certainly doubted a human laid his egg. Still, he couldn't help but want to play along. It wasn't everyday that he was trapped in a 6ft pit with a gun pointed at him.

"Understood~" he cooed cheerfully, completely unfazed by the gun aimed at him and the situation entirely. It was almost eerie how calm he was...

"Ah! My sins? Well... I have a few... Like, today, I didn't set my seventh alarm clock and pressed snooze on the other six." Though that was the absolute truth, Nanaki had much, much larger sins that he wouldn't voice aloud. Two years of lying about everything--even his identity--wouldn't falter so easily, especially at the request of the stranger! His students and colleague would even vouch that Nanaki was the best of liars.

"Also I once graded my student's recorder instead of her homework... Though that hardly counts as a sin. Hm, now that I think about it I have less sins than I thought." After a short pause, Nanaki continued. "Also, I'm afraid to say I have no idea what an 'Elmo' is."

Instead of an interrogation it was more like a game of how patronizing Nanaki could be by pretending to be an oblivious idiot.

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// Dig

As soon as he had arrived in the hospital, the mole made a move to sweep out the buildings and make himself a mental map of it’s layout. Well no, that was a lie— the first thing the young man had done was scream multiple obscenities, break his desk with his shovel and take a piss on his roommate’s bed.

But as soon as he had finished with his one man rebellion did he put his plan into motion. He scoped the north building, the south building, the gardens and even managed a quick glance around the east wing before being chased out by the construction workers.

And yet nowhere did the mercenary find a weakness or an answer. Further exploration was necessary. But for now…

“Zis is bullshit. Infected? God’s constant fucking with me has finally showed results, eh!? Positive results for massive cockdraining and head to ass trauma! Ze bastard…” Muttering to himself, the brunette patted his hands down on the dirt, covering up the last hole he had created. In a span of a single hour, dozens upon dozens of hidden trenches six feet wide and six feet deep were created out in the courtyard. All in effort to capture some prey… and if successful, gain some information after a bit of interrogation.

“Come on out, you bitches…”

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As clumsy as Nanaki was, never had he fallen into a pit trap before, nor did he ever expect to. So, while he had been taking a stroll outside the hospital, it came as a shock to him to find the ground quite literally caving in beneath him. Though he tried to prevent his falling into the hole, it was inevitable, and not soon after feeling the ground collapse he did too right onto his bum. Of course, not after letting out a very manly shriek.

After running from the Hawk Party, killing another to take his place so he could move freely, and fooling everyone with a perfectly played facade... a hole in the ground was what bested the quail. Nanaki would've laughed if he wasn't so concerned about getting out and the reason for his capture. 

"Um... Hello? Is anybirdie out there?" Try as he might, climbing out wasn't going to be possible. Each time he grasped for the edges of his confines, the dirt just gave way once he tried to lift himself. So, the only thing he could do was call out until someone was kind enough to assist him.

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they see me rollin, you pushin. they just wanna see us ridin dirty | closed

The Chukar had to rest his wings from all the activities he had done lately. At this moment, he didn’t want to go back to his room from the chance of speaking with his roommates. It wasn’t that he disliked them, more so, they weren’t all his cup of tea to speak with well except one. But he did find to believe he could make a suitable conversation with another that roomed with him, but who knows? A yawn left from his lips as he had walked down the hall, lilac hues glancing at the white walls and inhaling that disturbing scent which filled the halls. He had became so use to it after all his times in the medical field.

But what caught his eye more was the chair sitting right in the hall, different from the ones that were of the norm. It held wheels on it and he could possibly push himself down the hall if he wanted. Though that was a rather childish idea and thus he removed it from his head only to take a seat in it once he was close enough.

Positioning himself in a comfortable way had he laid his head back upon the chair and slowly closed his eyes. It had been awhile since he could do something like this. To fall asleep without any worries, and knowing that even every patient wouldn’t even bother his person.

His chest slowly moved up and down as he heard the sounds of another closing in, but surely they were going to pass him and what was his luck that they did. As long as no one bothered him, all would be okay. His thoughts he had was something he wished to manifest into dreams to carry him along in his short nap.

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Well, well! What a surprise to find a resting partridge in the hallway so secluded and unguarded. Nanaki hadn't even been looking for the doctor, though he did know he was also a patient here. If you asked him, it served Shuu right, having to go through the same torture he put Nageki through. Of course, whatever treatments the doctors dished out was nothing compared to what Nanaki intended for Isa.

"Hello Shuu~" the professor chirped as he held fast onto the handlebars of the wheelchair. Not without pressing the tip of his gun to the back of the chair first, letting the doctor know getting up would only end badly for him. "I've told you so many times that it's hazardous to be so carefree about your surroundings! Luckily I found you before someone else did, right? Since you're all set to go, let's go for a walk. No need to get up, I'll push."

As Nanaki rolled Shuu down the halls and made turns to nowhere in particular, he began to hum cheerily. Who wouldn't be pleased with the turn of events though? To find the one man you wanted dead more than anyone else in the world in a position where he couldn't refuse or leave your side. So easily could Nanaki finally serve Shuu his just desserts, but now without making a day of it first!

"Say, Dr. Iwamine, it seems to be quite nice outside. Why don't we head out and have a cup of tea or two?" Though it was posed as a question, Shuu was in no position to do anything that would upset the quail--not without chancing a few more bullet wounds to add to the previous three Nanaki left him with previously. "Everybirdie needs a break now and again, don't you agree?"

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are we home yet

"As long as we're together, anywhere is home!" 

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Happy Birthday Hitori~

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粉みるく

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hhHAHAHRAHAHHAH LATER DUMB DUMB

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HE DIDN'T BECAUSE HE'S DEAD

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Why did Nageki cross the road?

I don't--

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By @kuri_kintoon