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[Chuuya watches as best he can, breathing shallow to spare himself the pain of a deep breath. Ah, what a fitting end to the man who can use his voice to control others. The corners of Chuuya’s lips twitch in a vain attempt at a smirk before setting back into the pained grimace from before.

It worked. It worked and Chuuya is alive, and he can go home-

Wait. Home? When did Chuuya begin calling the mansion that in earnest?

...]

...nnnn.

[Chuuya lets out a pitiful groan in response as he tries to move. One leg moves, the the other, then both arms; it hurts like a bitch, but it looks like his spine is intact.

He looks up at Mephisto with a flash of fire in those pretty blue eyes.]

M’fine.

[Well, he's responsive. He seems to be able to move his limbs well enough, but that doesn't say much for how hurt he might be. He hasn't really had too much of an opportunity to test this power the Natha taught him, but... well, time to learn by doing!]

I don't think fine is a word I would use to describe either of us right now... hold still.

[He reaches out and takes one of Chuuya's hands in his own, then holding his other hand out over Chuuya's chest. As he does, a soft pink glow emanates from his hand, moving down and slowly spreading over Chuuya's body. He'll feel the pain begin to lesson, to some extent -- any open wounds will start to heal closed, and minor bruises will fade before they even start to show. But any broken bones or wounds more than skin-deep will remain.]

It's not much, but the less blood you lose, the better. I'll bring you to a healer just to be certain there's no lasting damage... it would be a shame if you were to die over something like this.

[He says it like it would be just some minor convenience if he died... but then, Chuuya will also be able to feel that the hand holding his is shaking.]

[Also the fact that he's holding his hand at all??? It's part of the healing magic, but Mephisto's hoping Chuuya is too out of it to get called out for it.]

[Chuuya has no idea how extensive his injuries are, but there must be a few broken ribs and possibly some internal bleeding for him to be incapacitated like this. The sheer strength behind Mephisto’s punches leaves little room for doubt whether Chuuya needs more intensive healing, but the feeling of his more shallow wounds being mended is a slight comfort that he’ll definitely take right now. It’s warm and soothing, and Chuuya finds himself squeezing Mephisto’s hand to reassure himself that he’s still alive (but he’ll deny it, of course).

The pain is no longer excruciating, but he’s far from comfortable. God, too bad he didn’t bring any whiskey along.

Luckily he really is too out of it to point out just how much Mephisto’s hand is shaking, but he does see the worrying amount of blood on his suit.]

Atsushi...can heal us both...

Not to rub salt in your wounds, but I've already healed... mostly. It comes with the territory when you're as powerful a demon as I am. Though I suppose in your case, it would have been better if I were something a bit weaker.

[Since then he wouldn't have wrECKED HIS SHIT!!]

[The glow slowly fades away as the magic does all it can, but even as Mephisto lowers his hand, he doesn't let go of Chuuya's. Is he squeezing it?? Cute... he'll make fun of him for it when he's well again, he decides.]

[In the meantime, he turns to the pile of horror that was the kidnapper and snaps his fingers -- and in a poof, the body and blood staining the walls completely vanishes. Another snack for Diva later, probably. The only real sign that a fight occurred at all is the damage to the buildings, but chances are no one would assume a fight caused that.]

[The mention of Atsushi's name has him humming in thought, though.]

Come to think of it... I believe I told Mister Atsushi that I was a demon while we being held hostage. As much as that might make this easier, it does put me in a rather incriminating position, seeing as I am ultimately responsible for your injuries.

[He's only alluded to it so far, but there's his confirmation that he and Mephisto were forced to deal with the same horrifying circumstances... sorry Atsushi.]

Edited 2018-04-19 08:43 (UTC)

...mn.

[Chuuya tries to muster up the energy to sass back, but god, his body aches and his head is swimming, and coherent thought isn’t coming easily to him. The only thing truly keeping him grounded is Mephisto’s hand, which Chuuya mysteriously doesn’t want to let go of. Maybe it’s not meant to be a deep gesture, but Chuuya really does find comfort in it.

Chuuya blinks and the kidnapper’s body is gone. Huh. Well. Guess that’s convenient. Not that he would’ve cared if they’d left the guy there to rot. Better not to arouse suspicion, though, especially if anyone saw them enter the network of alleys while followed by the guy.

Chuuya’s blood runs cold when Mephisto mentions Atsushi. Maybe he’s not quite lucid right now, but he’s smart enough to realize what that means.

Fuck. Now he wishes he would’ve offed the guy himself.]

Then...take me somewhere else...I shouldn’t go back like this.

Ah, I'm afraid I can't do that. Healing is a rather rare gift here, and my usual go-to is very much in need of her beauty sleep. If Mister Atsushi can heal you, then that's where I'm taking you.

[As he speaks, he waves his free hand and floats Chuuya up into the air, moving him in a way that keeps from actually having to move him all that much, just in case there are any serious injuries to his back or his head.]

But you're right, we are a frightful looking pair, aren't we? Well, lucky for you, I can fix that as well!

[And with a snap of his fingers, Chuuya's bloodied clothes are quickly replaced with a... with a certain kimono. Mephisto, however, just changes into a completely normal alternate outfit.]

[...also, given the way he was laying on the ground and just how much long the kimono is for him, he's probably showing some leg too. Truly an unnecessary act of humiliation.]

Ah, of course, I'm rather limited with what I can give you, given our respective size differences... but I suppose I can part with my precious kimono for an evening.

[He’s never going to get used to floating when he’s not doing it himself...

Wait, what?!? Where did his bloody clothes go?!? Those were expensive!! And ruined, but still!! Chuuya glances down at his body and cannot believe what he suddenly finds himself wearing.]

What is this???

[Ouch, yelling hurts...at least he doesn’t realize how much skin he’s showing now...but still!! He looks like an otaku!!

But at least he’s not all bloody??]

...fine. Take me back.

[It’ll be fun explaining this to Atsushi...]

Edited 2018-04-19 17:10 (UTC)

Now, now, you're not in any position to complain right now. Just try and rest until we arrive. [It's a good thing Meph's recovered some of his powers in recent weeks, or even this much would probably be impossible.]

[But let's see, Atsushi... that would be the nobles district. It's a bit further than he can travel by teleporting, especially with someone else in tow. So he snaps his fingers and brings out a worn-looking pink umbrella, popping it open... and then they start flying off like some kind of demented Mary Poppins. It's faster than walking, but still pretty leisurely, so the ride won't be too rough on Chuuya.]

[But after about 15 minutes or so, they slowly descend at the front door of Atsushi's mansion, Mephisto putting away his umbrella and now actually carrying Chuuya instead of simply floating him. Totally princess-carry-style too. Is he still conscious...?]

[Either way, time to obnoxiously ring the doorbell until he gets an answer -- it's pretty late, after all. He might be asleep.]

[Atsushi never has managed to completely kick his habit of getting up and going to bed ridiculously early, so he's already asleep when the doorbell rings. The sound blends into his dreams at first, not seeming real... but it sure keeps going - and eventually he wakes up enough to realize that someone is actually ringing the doorbell at this godforsaken hour. Atsushi scratches his head, trying to get his mind as woken up as his body - or, ideally: more so.

At this time... Maybe Chuuya has forgotten his key..? Or, if he's been drinking, maybe he's forgotten how to use it...]

Comiiing!

[He shouts... and he should really have checked the time before creating that kind of racket himself?! On the bright side: his bedroom is almost above the front door, so he's likely to get heard.

Rolling out of bed, he rushes down the stairs, through the hall, and to the front door, which he opens without hesitation. (Looks like getting kidnapped hasn't caught him caution...) He was open to pretty much any sight, but he's still not expecting to see Mephisto - and carrying Chuuya? Actually: what is Chuuya wearing?!]

Faust-san..?

[Chuuya can hardly protest the mode of transportation, but can you imagine what the two of them must look like floating through the air under a pink umbrella with Chuuya wearing a weeaboo kimono and Mephisto wearing whatever garish suit he’s snapped into?? God, it would be fucking hilarious if Chuuya weren’t bleeding internally.

He weaves in and out of consciousness, the sound of the doorbell the only thing signaling him that they’ve arrived back at the mansion. Ugh...how to explain?

Maybe he can just pretend to be knocked out??

But then he hears Atsushi’s voice, and he blinks a few times to clear his blurred vision.]

At-

[He’s cut off with a violent cough, blood spattering his lips and the exposed parts of his chest. Shit...

So much for acting fine. Looks like it’s up to Mephisto to explain.]

[DON'T STAIN HIS KIMONO!! A handkerchief appears in a poof of smoke, floating over his mouth to catch and wipe the blood. #priorities]

[Despite the seriousness of Chuuya's injuries and general suspicious air it affords him, Mephisto is completely calm, and doesn't even give the impression that he's really all that worried.]

So sorry to trouble you at this hour, Mister Atsushi, but Mr. Nakahara and I ran into a bit of trouble tonight -- and he mentioned you happen to posses healing powers.

I'll be happy to explain everything inside, but I'd say Mr. Nakahara's health should come first.

[To be fair, Chuuya simply being drunk isn't the worst conclusion that someone formerly of the famed Armed Detective Agency could have come to - and it would explain the outfit, too. (Or maybe strip poker..?) Atsushi doesn't blame Chuuya for his habits, either: the man is an adult, and he can make his own decisions. Atsushi will gladly help him through the night and the inevitable hangover.

But the moment Chuuya coughs up blood, everything changes. The shock of it feels like being stabbed, and Faust's words only register with a small delay - but the most important thing hits home, at least.

Atsushi can't freak out now. It's true: he has his powers, now.]

... This way!

[Part of him wants to have Faust put Chuuya down right there in the hall, but that's panic talking, and Chuuya seems okay on the outside, at least? He can probably deal with this half a minute longer, just so he can make it to the living room and a comfortable couch.

Since Faust seems so calm, Atsushi is totally leaving the carrying to him, unless he's asked to help. Demons probably have that kind of strength, anyway.]

"A bit of trouble"... What on earth happened?!

[Chuuya hates this; he hates the way his body is already giving out when he’s only just been tossed around a little (and punched full force by a demon, but shh), he hates the way Faust seems so goddamn calm and collected after everything they’ve been through, but most of all he hates that Atsushi is seeing him like this. He wants to open his mouth and say he’s fine, that he doesn’t need to be worried and fussed over, that he’s suffered far worse than this, but all that comes out is a pained groan.

It’s all he can do to stay conscious, but he isn’t going to pass out so easily. At least, he’ll do his damndest not to. His body may have other plans, however.]

[He carries Chuuya into the living room and sets him down on the couch, gesturing for Atsushi to move in as he steps aside. After waiting until he sees Atsushi starting to heal him, he answers -- like he said, healing was more important right now.]

We had the misfortune of running into one of the extremists who escaped after the kidnapping incident. [He'll pause, taking a moment to see how that might affect Atsushi -- he knows it wasn't exactly a good time for him either. And as calm as Mephisto seems right now, this isn't a pleasant topic for him either.] Or perhaps I should say he had the misfortune of running into me, considering what become of him in the end.

As unfortunate as it was getting Mr. Nakahara involved, if he hadn't been there... well, I can't imagine things would have gone as smoothly.

[Truly an understatement, seeing as things didn't go smoothly at all.]

[The moment Chuuya is set down, Atsushi kneels next to the couch, reaching out with his hands, making them hover just above Chuuya. With no idea where the (worst of the?) injuries might be, Atsushi starts at Chuuya's head and works his way down. A moment to concentrate, and his hands start glowing - or, rather: the space between his hands and Chuuya's body starts glowing. He can't see what he's healing, so he doesn't know how much is enough, but since he doubts he could overdo it, he just goes slow and hope he catches everything.

He's barely getting to Chuuya's chest when Faust brings up the extremists, and the light under Atsushi's hands immediately dies out. That the man was presumably killed isn't even a shock, at this point, but the reminder of those people, and the fact that they're still around, feels like being dunked in ice water.

Atsushi takes a breath, and tries to focus on healing again. He's still not finished, after all.]

To think that some of them are still around...

[It's a shock, yes, but thinking about it now, he gets angry more than anything. He'll have to work harder at his new job in the Royal Guard, to catch everyone who would do such a thing.... Much, much harder.

At least he's back to healing, and it won't take him too long to finish.]

[Chuuya curses the fact that he couldn’t just hide what happened. Sure, it’s not right or healthy to do so, but if he could’ve spared Atsushi the topic of the kidnappers, he would’ve. He’s not angry at Faust for telling the truth, but goddamn, he wishes he could’ve done it himself. All he can do is lie there, breathing shallow as Atsushi slowly begins the healing process. His insides must look like a jumbled mess right now, but the warmth of that healing glow seems to soothe the pain ever so slowly, and he’s finally able to draw a deep breath once Atsushi’s heals his chest area.]

Shit...

[Oh good, he can finally form words without coughing up a lung. That clearly means he should sit up, and he’s absolutely going to unless someone stops him.]

I’m fine.

Yes... it seems quite a few are still lurking about. For them to be able to pull such a thing off in the first place, they must have a rather sizable number of supporters...

[It's worrisome to see Atsushi stop like that, and it has Mephisto more or less clamming up until he's at least passed over his chest. That was where any damage would be the most vital to heal quickly, after all.]

[But when Chuuya decides that would be a great opportunity to sit up -- he'll feel himself forced back down by the same power that had thrown him into a wall earlier.]

You most certainly are not. Be a good boy and lay there until he's finished.

You took a solid punch to the ribs -- honestly, you're lucky I was able to hold myself back, or you wouldn't have any ribs left.

[Atsushi, too, looks concerned when Chuuya tries to sit up, but he wouldn't have stopped him: he's still busy healing, but Chuuya probably knows best what his body can and cannot handle. There's definitely something unnatural about the way Chuuya suddenly falls back down - is pushed down, more likely - and Faust's words make it easy to fill in the blanks. Atsushi can't help but wonder how the demon's powers compare to those of an ability user. Then again, isn't Chuuya's current condition the answer to that question?]

You fought him, Faust-san?

[There's an unpleasant tone to the words, but not because Atsushi blames Faust: after all, had Faust wanted to attack (or even kill) Chuuya, he wouldn't have brought him here to heal. No, Atsushi's helpless anger is aimed more at how they're clearly still not free from those hypnotists.

But he does continue his healing in the meantime, and eventually he gets to Chuuya's feet.]

There, all done. Please let me know if there's anywhere that still doesn't feel right.

Edited 2018-04-21 07:23 (UTC)

[Chuuya immediately groans and grumbles when Faust pins him back down without laying a finger on him. It doesn’t hurt or anything, he’s just a stubborn guy that doesn’t like being pinned down when he’s clearly fine!! Ugh...but he supposes he won’t fight it for now, if only because he doesn’t want to cause any unnecessary worry.

There’s a lot of things that Chuuya wants to say in regards to what happened, but when Atsushi finishes healing him the only thing he croaks out is:]

Thanks.

[The way he looks at Atsushi then Faust suggests it’s meant for the both of them.]

I’ll live.

Edited 2018-04-21 08:13 (UTC)

You know as well as I do, the sort of powers they possessed... I don't suppose I need to say any more on the subject.

[Since Atsushi looks like a smart kid who can probably read between the lines and understand what happened. Mephisto was hypnotized and fought Chuuya as a result.]

[And really, the less time spent taking about the people who killed him, the better.]

[But now that Chuuya is healed, Mephisto brings a hand up to his chin, giving him an appraising look before nodding.]

Ah, but it's just as I thought... that pink color really does bring out the color of your eyes! It's just a shame you're too small for it...

[...as much as this might just seem like his usual rudeness, this is actually a test to see how well Chuuya really is feeling, based on the reaction his teasing gets.]

... No, you don't.

[That really is worrisome, though... Does this mean that, after their initial success, the hypnotists have always got their hooks into everyone they kidnapped? At least back then, Atsushi could blame a thing or two on his ability being somehow undone, but if he - and many others - can now be controlled like this at any time -...

Well, there's not much they can do about that, now.]

You're welcome.

...

[It really is a terrible kimono, and Atsushi would laugh at it now - but the mention of Chuuya's size is enough to make him instantly aware that a trigger was hit, and Bad Things are likely to happen.]

[Normally Chuuya would be glad to be the center of attention, being his flashy self and all, but right now he’d rather just put the fact that he’d almost died behind him and move the fuck on. Of course it’s not that simple, and Faust’s teasing and prodding doesn’t go unnoticed.]

Who’s small?!? You’re just freakishly tall! And this thing is tacky as hell!! Keep your gross ass hobbies to yourself!!

[...well. Chuuya’s little outburst is certainly a good sign that he’s on his way to recovery. It’s still a bit subdued compared to his normal ragebursts, but it’s better than a mopey Chuu.

Anyone that knows him at least a little can clearly see that he’s grateful in his own Chuuya way, and he huffs as he rubs the back of his neck. He has no idea what all this means for the future, but he does know that this can’t be easy for Atsushi to be confronted with...]

It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s over.

[It's a good reaction and it has Mephisto snickering -- but it could have been better, which at least speaks of how tired Chuuya must be. He still lost a lot of blood, even if his body is healed now.]

Fufu, I see. Very well-- in that case, I believe I'll take my leave now. I'll be back to retrieve my kimono after I've had your clothes cleaned. Try not to have too much fun in it until then, hm?

[WITH A WINKY FACE cause he's pretty sure this guy is his boyfriend or something for how adamant he was about not coming home covered in blood.]

[And then turning to Atsushi while pointing at Chuuya--] Do make sure he gets some rest... ah, and he shouldn't drink until he's had a good night's sleep either. After that much bloodloss, I imagine he'd just make himself ill.

[Keeping Chuuya sober: truly the most difficult job he could have given Atsushi.]

[Atsushi's eyes widen a little at that comment about "too much fun", because... he's really not sure what Faust imagines Chuuya might do in a kimono like that? Let alone something that is apparently wink-worthy...

But it's not that important, probably. Everything seems to be settled now, and that's good enough.]

Yes! Thank you very much.

[Atsushi gives Faust a little bow, because boyfriends or not, they do live together, and he really appreciates Faust taking care of Chuuya.]

[~~Atsushi you sweet summer child~~...

Instead of getting blushy and flustered about that little bit of teasing, Chuuya huffs and gives a little wave. For once in his life he’d rather not spend the night drinking heavily or fucking, so whatever lewd imagery Faust has running through his mind is going to have to stay there.]

Fine.

[He should care more about the state of his original clothing, probably, since that outfit is one of the last things he has that ties him to home, but everything is such a fucking mess right now that Chuuya doesn’t feel like questioning where and how his clothes are getting cleaned.]

Can’t promise I won’t drink at least a glass of wine.

[Cut him a little slack here, he almost died!!]

Edited 2018-04-21 22:10 (UTC)

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