[Doing his damndest to ignore the way his face is burning, Chikusa completely does his pants up to hide the visual evidence of what's just been done. A conversation between them can never pass without at least one lewd comment, can it?]
We're both well aware that I would complain. [Let's not even pretend otherwise] It's a purely physical enjoyment, besides. I can't stop my body from feeling pleasure.
You know how to make a demon feel special, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[It was said dryly enough, Mukuro's mouth pulling downwards slightly, and he turned his attention back to the cabinets, debating on continuing to make tea. How long would he linger here after he'd received his reward? Perhaps it was best to leave soon, before the priest started asking too many questions.]
But you've tried, haven't you priest? You wouldn't have lasted so long, otherwise.
[He poked his head out from the kitchen, smirking victoriously.]
[He's tried.... Taking a breath, still fully red, Chikusa forces himself not to shy away from making eye contact.]
...Yes. I didn't want to come so easily merely because you- [His stoic but reddened expression threatens to fall apart for a moment from sheer embarrassment.] -happened to graze me.
[Right, let's call it that.]
You don't plan on coming again tomorrow night, right?
['Graze'. Well, that was one way to put it. It made Mukuro's shoulders shake with mirth as he laughed, turning his face away from the priest first. My, my, what a pleasant surprise. It seemed like no matter what Mukuro tried, he couldn't exactly break the priest's spirit. It was refreshing, in a way.
Though he could definitely be very rude and unwelcoming, for a priest.]
I'll give you time to recover from being grazed by me.
[He turned back to face him in amusement. Yup, never going to let him forget that choice of words.]
Until next time, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[Also he had to hurry up and do more good deeds before the priest could check in on them.]
[It's a good thing that dream ends there- Chikusa's burning cheeks carry into the waking world from his chagrin. So do other things, of course, but that's what morning showers and prayer are for.]
[For a full day, he continues on with what has become his new normal. There are hints of the old, of course, a schedule and dedication to the church he's determined to hold onto even with all that's happened. The new is mainly his prayers for forgiveness, and his quietly awkward attempts to fit into a world he seems so detached from. The promise of time given is a relief, at least, for him to recover from the things he's done.]
[Frankly, he needs it. Kisses and brief grinds of their bodies- that's one thing. But now it feels as if his body has been awakened to desire. Even just taking a regular shower reminds him of eyes roaming his body and a commanding tone that makes him quiver. Pants he once could wear with no problem now feel too tight, reminding him of a pressure trapping him against his own couch. The thoughts torment him for a whole day and then some.]
[Things change on the third day.]
[The third day after his last visit from the demon, after all, is when he finishes checking in on all the individuals and families he requested help for.]
[Honestly, he almost misses the discrepancy. Things check out, at first. If he were less careful, less observant, surely he'd miss it. But... Chikusa is intelligent when it comes to things that aren't emotions or desire. Memorization, numbers, schedules- his mind is a logical one despite religion playing such an intrinsic role in his occupation.]
[It hits him, at the end of his day at the church: there's no possible way anything could have been done, even without his knowing, on the second night he came to him.]
[Cleaning inbetween the pews, Chikusa freezes. A part of his mind recoils from the idea, but it's such a small part. The rest of him starts going over all the information again, letting his body carry on as it is, and no. No he's not forgetting something, not misconstruing something.]
[He was lied to.]
[It's very simple. Unsurprising, even. Demons lie. How long has he been told that fundamental truth? Seen it be proven exorcism after exorcism? Yet even with that knowledge and experience, he withdraws into himself, cold and distant as he returns to his minuscule home. It's almost strange, in a way. He goes about his schedule just like usual, superficially the same as normal, but...]
[It hits him after his evening prayer, laying in bed. Out of nowhere, a surprise sledgehammer to his chest, he sucks in a wet breath and finds his eyes stinging. Even stranger, he finds himself wanting to laugh at his own folly instead of necessarily sob.]
["I'm curious about you." Ha. "A rare human, enough to pique my interest." Ha. He'd denounced them as lies, but did he believe them in the end? Did he want to believe them? Or maybe they were truths, but demons lie so how could you distinguish truth from falsehood in the end? Or maybe he's thinking too much of it in that area. Perhaps it really was the physical that got to him in the end- not only the blinding pleasure but a brush of fingers, a tender encounter of lips, arms wrapping around him like he matters.]
[His life really is so pitifully empty if he's become so hungry for attentions, no matter if they're from a demon.]
[The next day finds him feeling hollow, realization having wiped him clean of everything besides a weariness that penetrates his very bones. It occurs to him, over a simple lunch, that he can't let this continue.]
[He's being used. That much is painfully obvious. He's straying from God's light- has been ever since he agreed to call the demon again. And...]
[...There's no one in his life. Not truly. Even the people who have taken him in as family reach out only as obligation, he knows that now. Still. Still. He has his pride. He's not so pathetic that he'll let himself be strung along by a demon as his only comfort.]
[Bitterness, the burning flickers of anger, and Chikusa tries to distract himself from them. He goes out again, trying to find more things to fill his life. He makes plans in his head, slapdash bones for the future, a future on his own and without any infernal dreams.]
[He thinks over words. A lot of words.]
[And, most importantly of all, Chikusa waits for the next dream to welcome him in his sleep.]
[For the week that Mukuro was away, he did his share of good deeds, buoyed by the sight of Chikusa Kakimoto as he had came and also the sound of his name on his lips.
Or, he wished that had been enough to sustain him. Doing good deeds, even when mixed in with nefarious ones, were taking their toll on him. Going against his nature was more along the lines of reverting to who he had been before, a blind sycophant who had craved god's attentions wholly for his own. His cute little Chrome had told him over and over again that he was far too possessive for his own good, that he shouldn't pass judgement on those she had created, but instead learn to love them and guide them. To that, Mukuro had only countered that Chrome had made him specifically to be the way he was, no more no less, and that the humans she had created she had judged just as harshly if not more so. After all, Mukuro had, on her orders, wiped out entire cities for solely for blasphemy.
But he supposed, Chrome had the same failings that her precious mortals had. She couldn't embrace what she truly wanted, and wavered. She had saw Mukuro as a source of temptation and not of truth, and in the end had cast him out.
It had been eons since he had thought of those times, but doing good deeds made his wings itch as if they were covered in feathers, could almost hear the hymns of heaven, and if he closed his eyes, could see the pearly gates themselves. If he were weaker, he might have been moved by such things but no longer. He waited until those visions passed before even thinking of visiting Chikusa Kakimoto. Perhaps going against his nature, even to ensnare an intriguing priest, had been a poor idea.
Once he trusted himself to be unchanged, he once against visited the priest in his sleep, bustling around in the kitchen since he had been derailed the last time when he had been making tea.]
Perhaps you should try other flavors, or would you stick to lemon, priest?
[It was asked offhandedly, Mukuro setting the kettle on the stove.]
[The only thing Chikusa is surprised about when he opens his eyes into a mimic of is dark room is that it's taken so long. Despite the temptation to immediately change, he stays as he is, clothed in his simple sleep clothes as he goes out to his apartment.]
...And what would you recommend as a change of page?
[Softly said, no hint of his tumultuous emotions. Good.]
[Mukuro said after thoughtful consideration, setting the mugs out. Though perhaps that was too much of a leap for a man so set in his ways. He turned to face the priest fully, canting his head to the side as he smirked at him.]
Or should we talk about something else?
[Namely how he could get into the priest's cassock easier ayyy.]
...I suppose I've heard good things about jasmine tea.
[It won't hurt for one night. Besides, might as well allow this one indulgence with the things he has planned.]
[With no hesitation, he steps into the kitchen and takes a seat at his little table. It reminds him of some of their first conversations, when things had seemed simpler. If only they had stuck to that. But they haven't, and he clasps his hands together on the clean wood.]
After tea. There are some different things I want to talk with you about, actually.
Perhaps trying new foods should be on your list of things to do to enrich your life.
[It was said with a small smirk as he selected the various teas, pausing at the mention of a 'talk'. There were only two ways that could go, in Mukuro's experience. Either it was a good thing, where Chikusa Kakimoto had finally conceded defeat to his desires and was ready for whatever Mukuro had in store with him.
However, far more often, it was the second course. Where the conversation became one that he couldn't sweet talk his way out of and somehow his wings were torn from his back and he was cast out of the only home he'd ever known. Or something to that effect.
He turned his mismatched gaze to the priest, expression still bordering on smug.]
How unprecedented. What would you like to talk about? More about demons and their weaknesses? Clothes? The inevitable fall of man?
[A very vague answer, and one which probably says enough about which course this conversation will go.]
[Chikusa doesn't turn to make eye contact- not because, like so many other times, he's embarrassed, but simply because he's tired. He just wants to get this over with, really. This has gone on long enough.]
[What a weak response. For once, Mukuro didn't bother to prod the priest along further, searching his expression as the water boiled. Even though Mukuro hadn't visited him for a week, he looked like he hadn't been sleeping well.
Once the water was the proper temperature, he poured it into the two mugs, bringing the steeping tea and the sugar bowl to the table, placing one mug in front of the priest and the other in front of him. He kept his eyes on the young priest's face, expression neutral.]
[As the mugs are brought to the table, Chikusa wraps his fingers around the warm porcelain and lets the heat comfort him. It's something to distract his mind from its own problems and emotions, which is the most he can ask for, he supposes.]
Thank you.
[Blowing on the tea to cool it, he organizes the words in his mind once more just to be sure of himself before speaking.]
As a demon... it's in your nature to know the weaknesses of humans, isn't it? More than anyone else, you should be familiar with them.
[How strange. The priest was acting very odd, and it was setting Mukuro on edge. He couldn't recall the priest ever thanking him for anything before, and it made him frown slightly.
Nevertheless, he would ride this out and try to see where the priest was going. He stirred sugar into his tea idly, watching the priest's expression as he spoke.]
It's not difficult, considering all humans have the same weakness. But go on.
[It had been a long time since he had been unsure of where a conversation was going, exactly, and while he had some good guesses, they weren't comforting. He hadn't liked it the last time, and he had a good feeling he wouldn't like it now.]
[Funnily enough, it's the same kind of expression Mukuro had been so eager to wipe from his face during their first encounter: patient and blank and dutiful. It's not a completely accurate expression for how he's truly feeling, but... it also doesn't feel wrong, either.]
[Careful of the heat, he takes a sip of tea.]
And what would you say mine are?
[The demon has never shied away from rubbing it in his face before- his hollow life, his disconnection, his lustful feelings. Chikusa wonders if he'll say the same things this time, or if being put off guard will have him default to lies.]
[Playing games and asking leading questions are all well and good, but only when Mukuro was the one doing so. He didn't appreciate the role reversal in the least, and he knew enough about these sort of interactions to know a trap being set when he saw one.
So instead, he took a sip of his tea, raising an eyebrow.]
My, my Chikusa Kakimoto, have you delved into masochism so quickly? I believe they've already been pointed out, but you are fine with hearing them again?
[There were some demons, Mukuro knew, who could read minds and who did so at great length. Mukuro was no such creature. He never cared much for the thoughts of others, and quite frankly, knowing would have driven him mad with the inanity of most of them. However now, he wished he had looked more into that art.
His talents had always lied more in detecting falsehoods, in knowing a person's darkest secrets. Now, it seemed like he was looking at a blank wall.]
What is the purpose of this line of questioning, priest?
[Avoidance. Well, that's interesting. Chikusa takes another sip of his tea, observing the demon across from him calmly. Even he can tell that Mukuro doesn't like this. There's no smug curve to his lips, and his eyes aren't narrowed piercingly. In fact, compared to the expressions Chikusa has seen on his face in the past, he's rather reserved. At least, in his opinion.]
[Good.]
You're right... They have been pointed out. And, for a few days, I've been thinking on them. After all... I'm a priest. I've been a pious person for most of my life. Yet I've been letting you into my dreams, into my bed...
[Setting the mug down, he clasps his hands together and rests them on the tabletop.]
...Because I'm weak. Because it's nice to hear that someone, even a demon, might find value in me, or want to touch me in any way.
But I have no interest in those things if they're falsehoods.
[Taking a breath, he looks straight into those mismatched eyes.]
[Perhaps it had been a mistake to give the priest too much space, if he had spent it thinking about the transgressions he'd been performing instead of what Mukuro had done to him. Or perhaps his allure still wasn't strong enough or didn't have enough time to properly take root.
He frowned down into his mug of tea, meeting the priest's gaze steadily from beneath lowered lashes.]
If they're not falsehoods, what then?
[Because was that scarier or better?
The next statement came like a blow, Mukuro's eyes widening slightly in surprise. While he had thought the priest might come to his senses, he had believed that the window of time for that to happen had long since passed. He resisted the urge to get outwardly angry, instead forcing that rage and disbelief down to the pit of his stomach. What a miscalculation, and Mukuro hated being wrong or blindsided above most others.
He planted an elbow on the table, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he leaned forward, eyes sharp.]
[Chikusa refuses to answer that first question. After all, what he thinks will be apparent as he meets those narrowed eyes and straightens his shoulders.]
[Now that was interesting. It hadn't been because the priest had come to his senses or because the guilt was weighing too heavily on him. No, it was almost business-like in a way, and Mukuro had to huff out a small laugh. Perhaps there was a way around this then, if that was the reason.
He took a sip of his tea, canting his head to the side slightly.]
You'll have to be more precise, Chikusa Kakimoto. How did I do that exactly?
[He wouldn't insult the priest's intelligence or waste their time by asking how he had found out. The priest was smart, after all, and while he might be entangled in lust, his methodical nature had been something that Mukuro had been drawn to.]
I considered it an advanced payment. Doing good deeds isn't exactly easy for me, priest.
[My, my, of all the things that he thought would turn the priest off to him, he had never believed it would be a simple small white lie. It seemed ludicrous in the face of everything else, but he supposed this sort unpredictable reaction was why he had been drawn to the priest in the first place.
He straightened in his chair, taking a sip of tea.]
I've done enough to cover that incident and the next. I'll require that payment as well, before we break the contract.
[Mukuro set his mug down on the table, smirking.]
Since I don't expect you to believe me, I'll let you verify this until you're satisfied.
[He's not even surprised. Lie after lie, excuse after excuse- this is why he has to stop this agreement in its tracks. Things like this start out small, inconspicuous, but how long until bigger truths are being hidden from his face?]
[Of all things, he thinks of his mother, and purses his lips down at the mug set in front of him. He'd rather have nothing than falsehoods.]
...I'll look into it tomorrow, then. That's the only other meeting I'll allow like this. After that, I'm not going to go along with this anymore.
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[Doing his damndest to ignore the way his face is burning, Chikusa completely does his pants up to hide the visual evidence of what's just been done. A conversation between them can never pass without at least one lewd comment, can it?]
We're both well aware that I would complain. [Let's not even pretend otherwise] It's a purely physical enjoyment, besides. I can't stop my body from feeling pleasure.
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[It was said dryly enough, Mukuro's mouth pulling downwards slightly, and he turned his attention back to the cabinets, debating on continuing to make tea. How long would he linger here after he'd received his reward? Perhaps it was best to leave soon, before the priest started asking too many questions.]
But you've tried, haven't you priest? You wouldn't have lasted so long, otherwise.
[He poked his head out from the kitchen, smirking victoriously.]
If that's all, I'll take my leave.
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...Yes. I didn't want to come so easily merely because you- [His stoic but reddened expression threatens to fall apart for a moment from sheer embarrassment.] -happened to graze me.
[Right, let's call it that.]
You don't plan on coming again tomorrow night, right?
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Though he could definitely be very rude and unwelcoming, for a priest.]
I'll give you time to recover from being grazed by me.
[He turned back to face him in amusement. Yup, never going to let him forget that choice of words.]
Until next time, Chikusa Kakimoto.
[Also he had to hurry up and do more good deeds before the priest could check in on them.]
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[For a full day, he continues on with what has become his new normal. There are hints of the old, of course, a schedule and dedication to the church he's determined to hold onto even with all that's happened. The new is mainly his prayers for forgiveness, and his quietly awkward attempts to fit into a world he seems so detached from. The promise of time given is a relief, at least, for him to recover from the things he's done.]
[Frankly, he needs it. Kisses and brief grinds of their bodies- that's one thing. But now it feels as if his body has been awakened to desire. Even just taking a regular shower reminds him of eyes roaming his body and a commanding tone that makes him quiver. Pants he once could wear with no problem now feel too tight, reminding him of a pressure trapping him against his own couch. The thoughts torment him for a whole day and then some.]
[Things change on the third day.]
[The third day after his last visit from the demon, after all, is when he finishes checking in on all the individuals and families he requested help for.]
[Honestly, he almost misses the discrepancy. Things check out, at first. If he were less careful, less observant, surely he'd miss it. But... Chikusa is intelligent when it comes to things that aren't emotions or desire. Memorization, numbers, schedules- his mind is a logical one despite religion playing such an intrinsic role in his occupation.]
[It hits him, at the end of his day at the church: there's no possible way anything could have been done, even without his knowing, on the second night he came to him.]
[Cleaning inbetween the pews, Chikusa freezes. A part of his mind recoils from the idea, but it's such a small part. The rest of him starts going over all the information again, letting his body carry on as it is, and no. No he's not forgetting something, not misconstruing something.]
[He was lied to.]
[It's very simple. Unsurprising, even. Demons lie. How long has he been told that fundamental truth? Seen it be proven exorcism after exorcism? Yet even with that knowledge and experience, he withdraws into himself, cold and distant as he returns to his minuscule home. It's almost strange, in a way. He goes about his schedule just like usual, superficially the same as normal, but...]
[It hits him after his evening prayer, laying in bed. Out of nowhere, a surprise sledgehammer to his chest, he sucks in a wet breath and finds his eyes stinging. Even stranger, he finds himself wanting to laugh at his own folly instead of necessarily sob.]
["I'm curious about you." Ha. "A rare human, enough to pique my interest." Ha. He'd denounced them as lies, but did he believe them in the end? Did he want to believe them? Or maybe they were truths, but demons lie so how could you distinguish truth from falsehood in the end? Or maybe he's thinking too much of it in that area. Perhaps it really was the physical that got to him in the end- not only the blinding pleasure but a brush of fingers, a tender encounter of lips, arms wrapping around him like he matters.]
[His life really is so pitifully empty if he's become so hungry for attentions, no matter if they're from a demon.]
[The next day finds him feeling hollow, realization having wiped him clean of everything besides a weariness that penetrates his very bones. It occurs to him, over a simple lunch, that he can't let this continue.]
[He's being used. That much is painfully obvious. He's straying from God's light- has been ever since he agreed to call the demon again. And...]
[...There's no one in his life. Not truly. Even the people who have taken him in as family reach out only as obligation, he knows that now. Still. Still. He has his pride. He's not so pathetic that he'll let himself be strung along by a demon as his only comfort.]
[Bitterness, the burning flickers of anger, and Chikusa tries to distract himself from them. He goes out again, trying to find more things to fill his life. He makes plans in his head, slapdash bones for the future, a future on his own and without any infernal dreams.]
[He thinks over words. A lot of words.]
[And, most importantly of all, Chikusa waits for the next dream to welcome him in his sleep.]
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Or, he wished that had been enough to sustain him. Doing good deeds, even when mixed in with nefarious ones, were taking their toll on him. Going against his nature was more along the lines of reverting to who he had been before, a blind sycophant who had craved god's attentions wholly for his own. His cute little Chrome had told him over and over again that he was far too possessive for his own good, that he shouldn't pass judgement on those she had created, but instead learn to love them and guide them. To that, Mukuro had only countered that Chrome had made him specifically to be the way he was, no more no less, and that the humans she had created she had judged just as harshly if not more so. After all, Mukuro had, on her orders, wiped out entire cities for solely for blasphemy.
But he supposed, Chrome had the same failings that her precious mortals had. She couldn't embrace what she truly wanted, and wavered. She had saw Mukuro as a source of temptation and not of truth, and in the end had cast him out.
It had been eons since he had thought of those times, but doing good deeds made his wings itch as if they were covered in feathers, could almost hear the hymns of heaven, and if he closed his eyes, could see the pearly gates themselves. If he were weaker, he might have been moved by such things but no longer. He waited until those visions passed before even thinking of visiting Chikusa Kakimoto. Perhaps going against his nature, even to ensnare an intriguing priest, had been a poor idea.
Once he trusted himself to be unchanged, he once against visited the priest in his sleep, bustling around in the kitchen since he had been derailed the last time when he had been making tea.]
Perhaps you should try other flavors, or would you stick to lemon, priest?
[It was asked offhandedly, Mukuro setting the kettle on the stove.]
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...And what would you recommend as a change of page?
[Softly said, no hint of his tumultuous emotions. Good.]
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[Mukuro said after thoughtful consideration, setting the mugs out. Though perhaps that was too much of a leap for a man so set in his ways. He turned to face the priest fully, canting his head to the side as he smirked at him.]
Or should we talk about something else?
[Namely how he could get into the priest's cassock easier ayyy.]
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[It won't hurt for one night. Besides, might as well allow this one indulgence with the things he has planned.]
[With no hesitation, he steps into the kitchen and takes a seat at his little table. It reminds him of some of their first conversations, when things had seemed simpler. If only they had stuck to that. But they haven't, and he clasps his hands together on the clean wood.]
After tea. There are some different things I want to talk with you about, actually.
[Or, rather, over it.]
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[It was said with a small smirk as he selected the various teas, pausing at the mention of a 'talk'. There were only two ways that could go, in Mukuro's experience. Either it was a good thing, where Chikusa Kakimoto had finally conceded defeat to his desires and was ready for whatever Mukuro had in store with him.
However, far more often, it was the second course. Where the conversation became one that he couldn't sweet talk his way out of and somehow his wings were torn from his back and he was cast out of the only home he'd ever known. Or something to that effect.
He turned his mismatched gaze to the priest, expression still bordering on smug.]
How unprecedented. What would you like to talk about? More about demons and their weaknesses? Clothes? The inevitable fall of man?
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[A very vague answer, and one which probably says enough about which course this conversation will go.]
[Chikusa doesn't turn to make eye contact- not because, like so many other times, he's embarrassed, but simply because he's tired. He just wants to get this over with, really. This has gone on long enough.]
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Once the water was the proper temperature, he poured it into the two mugs, bringing the steeping tea and the sugar bowl to the table, placing one mug in front of the priest and the other in front of him. He kept his eyes on the young priest's face, expression neutral.]
Speak, priest.
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Thank you.
[Blowing on the tea to cool it, he organizes the words in his mind once more just to be sure of himself before speaking.]
As a demon... it's in your nature to know the weaknesses of humans, isn't it? More than anyone else, you should be familiar with them.
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Nevertheless, he would ride this out and try to see where the priest was going. He stirred sugar into his tea idly, watching the priest's expression as he spoke.]
It's not difficult, considering all humans have the same weakness. But go on.
[It had been a long time since he had been unsure of where a conversation was going, exactly, and while he had some good guesses, they weren't comforting. He hadn't liked it the last time, and he had a good feeling he wouldn't like it now.]
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[Careful of the heat, he takes a sip of tea.]
And what would you say mine are?
[The demon has never shied away from rubbing it in his face before- his hollow life, his disconnection, his lustful feelings. Chikusa wonders if he'll say the same things this time, or if being put off guard will have him default to lies.]
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So instead, he took a sip of his tea, raising an eyebrow.]
My, my Chikusa Kakimoto, have you delved into masochism so quickly? I believe they've already been pointed out, but you are fine with hearing them again?
[There were some demons, Mukuro knew, who could read minds and who did so at great length. Mukuro was no such creature. He never cared much for the thoughts of others, and quite frankly, knowing would have driven him mad with the inanity of most of them. However now, he wished he had looked more into that art.
His talents had always lied more in detecting falsehoods, in knowing a person's darkest secrets. Now, it seemed like he was looking at a blank wall.]
What is the purpose of this line of questioning, priest?
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[Good.]
You're right... They have been pointed out. And, for a few days, I've been thinking on them. After all... I'm a priest. I've been a pious person for most of my life. Yet I've been letting you into my dreams, into my bed...
[Setting the mug down, he clasps his hands together and rests them on the tabletop.]
...Because I'm weak. Because it's nice to hear that someone, even a demon, might find value in me, or want to touch me in any way.
But I have no interest in those things if they're falsehoods.
[Taking a breath, he looks straight into those mismatched eyes.]
I'm ending the contract.
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He frowned down into his mug of tea, meeting the priest's gaze steadily from beneath lowered lashes.]
If they're not falsehoods, what then?
[Because was that scarier or better?
The next statement came like a blow, Mukuro's eyes widening slightly in surprise. While he had thought the priest might come to his senses, he had believed that the window of time for that to happen had long since passed. He resisted the urge to get outwardly angry, instead forcing that rage and disbelief down to the pit of his stomach. What a miscalculation, and Mukuro hated being wrong or blindsided above most others.
He planted an elbow on the table, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he leaned forward, eyes sharp.]
May I ask why?
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[His answer is short and sweet.]
You went against our contract.
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He took a sip of his tea, canting his head to the side slightly.]
You'll have to be more precise, Chikusa Kakimoto. How did I do that exactly?
[He wouldn't insult the priest's intelligence or waste their time by asking how he had found out. The priest was smart, after all, and while he might be entangled in lust, his methodical nature had been something that Mukuro had been drawn to.]
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You took your payment before you did anything. You then lied to me that you did.
[The response to that is something he's already expecting, so he keeps going before Mukuro can interrupt.]
I know it's in a demon's nature... but I don't have to put up with it.
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[My, my, of all the things that he thought would turn the priest off to him, he had never believed it would be a simple small white lie. It seemed ludicrous in the face of everything else, but he supposed this sort unpredictable reaction was why he had been drawn to the priest in the first place.
He straightened in his chair, taking a sip of tea.]
I've done enough to cover that incident and the next. I'll require that payment as well, before we break the contract.
[Mukuro set his mug down on the table, smirking.]
Since I don't expect you to believe me, I'll let you verify this until you're satisfied.
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[He's not even surprised. Lie after lie, excuse after excuse- this is why he has to stop this agreement in its tracks. Things like this start out small, inconspicuous, but how long until bigger truths are being hidden from his face?]
[Of all things, he thinks of his mother, and purses his lips down at the mug set in front of him. He'd rather have nothing than falsehoods.]
...I'll look into it tomorrow, then. That's the only other meeting I'll allow like this. After that, I'm not going to go along with this anymore.
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[Mukuro took another sip of his tea, sitting back in his chair, posture immaculate.]
Though this seems rather harsh for one white lie, priest. Are you this way with others who've strayed from the truth or am I just that fortunate?
[It was a cheap card, but Mukuro had never claimed any of the higher ground for himself.]
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When that white lie forces someone such as a priest to break one of their vows...
So yes, it is you who is so fortunate.
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