|Rae (soule_embrace) wrote in musebox,|
@ 2012-10-16 02:22:00
|Entry tags:||character: shiox zeiyth, character: tsurugi ryuuji, character: varada jain, world: museland|
In which Shiox gets filled with holes.
Who: Ryuuji, Shiox, Varada, random guntoting baddies, etc.
Where: No idea.
When: sometime later on.
What: Shiox sorta doesn't want his brother to get hit by the random gunfire. So. he takes all the bullets for himself instead.
Rating: PG-13 for bloody gunshot wangst, clearly.
Notes: lol it's shit and neither Ryuu or Shiox sound anything like themselves, but there you go.
Ryuuji: O_O *n-noooooes, not his bb brother.*
Shiox: >_< *no one's shooting ryuuji, dammit. he. he'll take the bullets instead. T__T*
... *Well. It's official, getting shot repeatedly sort of hurts.*
Ryuuji: S... Shiox?
Varada: [Wife senses... tingling.]
Shiox: ... you're... you're okay, right, Ryuuji? You didn't.... *He didn't get hit, right?*
Ryuuji: ... you... you idiot. You. Why did you... Going to take care of this. It. It's going to be okay.
Varada: [... okay, now they're burning.]
Shiox: *Ryuuji is okay. A relieved smile forms on his lips--blood slipping from both corners.*
Ryuuji: *Ryuuji stares with wide, disbelieving eyes as those trails of blood slip from the corners of his brother's smiling lips. This... this isn't happening. Shiox hadn't just stepped in front of those bullets, hadn't shielded him with his own body, hadn't...
First things first, he pulls the boy into his arms, carrying him somewhere safe enough to lower him to the ground--best to not get him shot again, right? The wounds... the wounds are bad.* Damn it... *It's alright. He. He can fix it. Heal it. He can. He has to.*
Shiox: *Shiox feels his brother carrying him in his arms, notes as they lower to the ground. Still, everything is hazy, and he barely makes out much else--much else than that pain and the overpowering waves of fear emanating from Ryuuji. ... fear for him?* R-ryuuji, I.... *More than the pain, the confusion is what leaves him unsure of what to say.*
Ryuuji: *Ryuuji takes in a deep, slow breath, dragging his focus away from that confused expression forming on his brother's pale, bloodstained face. He can't focus on that right now, he... The wounds. Are they clean? If the bullets are still in, then he...* Don't... try to talk, Shiox. Save it for breathing, alright? *he quietly orders, his voice flat--but giving a definite shake.*
Shiox: *Shiox gives a blink of his blurry eyes, followed by another, his hazy focus set on the expression in Ryuuji's eyes--well, eye. That fear... he's never seen that expression on Ryuuji's face.* Ryuuji, hehe... you know I'm not... good at keeping my mouth shut. *he finally weakly jokes.* It's.. it's okay, you know, I....
Ryuuji: It's... not 'okay', you idiot. There's nothing about this that's okay. Don't. *Ryuuji grits his teeth, struggling to take in another slow, calming breath--not that it works. At all.*
Shiox: But I... couldn't... couldn't let you get hurt, I... *Shiox murmurs, his voice soft, weak. Ryuuji is his brother, he... he couldn't just stand by and let... let....*
Ryuuji: *Ryuuji lets out a faint, hollow scoff at this.* ... I'm... the one that's supposed to keep you safe, not the other way around. Never have been good at that though, have I. *he softly states, raising a bloodstained hand to cautiously caress Shiox's cheek. Not that he keeps it there long--he's busy applying pressure on the worst of those bleeding wounds. Too much blood, and he....
Footsteps. he jerks his focus up, his eyes narrowing. He won't let anyone hurt his brother any worse than he already is. He won't.*
Shiox: *That unexpected touch--as brief as it is--is so warm and soothing on his cool cheek. A soft smile forms on his bloodstained lips.* Taking... care of me now, right? R-ryuuji, I-- *he begins, only to be cut off by two things. The first being a fresh mouthful of blood nearly choking him, and the second? Those sounds of footsteps approaching. Multiple sets of footsteps. That's not good.* R-ryuuji, go. you need--need to....
Ryuuji: Shut up. *Ryuuji flatly states, not even allowing the boy to finish that ridiculous sentence of his. He casts a quick glance down, noting that fresh blood slipping from the sprite's lips, before drawing his focus back up.* I'm taking care of you now, that's right. So be quiet and let me. *he softly remarks, placing his brother to the ground as gently as possible, before standing, readying himself.
At least three different sets of footsteps, quick, running... He takes a protective step in front of his brother's prone frame, waiting to greet those bastards that had fucking dared to shoot the boy.
He would make them regret that, that's for damn sure. The kokuei casts his cold red gaze to those figures now within sight, ready to unleash his best shots--both energy wise and with the gun held in his stained left hand--when... ... he doesn't have the chance. The men crash to the ground, terrible choked noises escaping them. Ryuuji gives a blink. A very familiar figure stands behind those collapsed, writhing men.*