[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.
[It was asked softly, Mukuro's tone almost deadly. He resisted the urge to make any sort of violent movement, instead settling for flicking his gaze fully onto the priest's face, red eye practically aflame.]
Let me remind you then of the facts, priest. After the first few meetings, you called me to you, not the other way around. I didn't threaten or harm you until you drafted that contract, merely suggested it. I certainly didn't spend a painstaking amount of time crafting that contract, I merely signed at the bottom. You were free, as you are doing now, to break it at any time.
[Mukuro's mouth was a thin displeased line, his eyes narrowing.]
So forgive me priest, if I find it laughable that you say I forced you to do anything. But if it helps you, blame me all you like.
[As Mukuro speaks, Chikusa draws in further in onto himself. His clutched hands draw a little closer, and his shoulders pull in a little further.]
[What else can he say?]
I know.
[A slow deep breath that only shakes somewhat.]
But you lied when you knew I wouldn't go along with that encounter otherwise. What else am I supposed to call it?
...I'm not going to let you have a chance again. Simple as that. That's what happens when you lie- everything else becomes suspect. You had the odds against you from the start.
[Mukuro canted his head to the side, one eyebrow raised pointedly, but he would leave it at that for now. He had already made his point, and Chikusa Kakimoto was pulling away from him even further. This was delicate territory, and he doubted continuing to badge the priest would help his case any further.
He got up with a small sigh, going to the sink to dump out the rest of his cup, leaving it there. No point in playing house in a dream.]
If you can find me someone who will always tell you the truth, I would find this punishment fair.
[He turned to face the priest fully, mouth downturned.]
But it is as you say. One lie is enough to undo all else that I've done, and I should have known that this was a temporary arrangement from the beginning. If only that knowledge would have saved me from becoming invested.
["Becoming invested". Even now, more pretty lies. Lies Chikusa knows he wants to hear, wants to believe in.]
[He thinks he really hates it.]
I'll call you when I'm done making sure you've done as you've said.
[Yet when he wakes up, funnily enough, Chikusa finds that he feels worse than any time he's woken up after the demon's hands have been on him. It's that empty hole in him, now, something that's been pointed out to him and which he can never ignore again. Playing along with those dreams, thinking someone was actually interested in him...]
[Donning his usual wear, all Chikusa can do is sigh at his reflection- the same one of a tool for the church doing his duty.]
[Maybe something like that isn't in fate's hand for him.]
[Diligently, Chikusa makes sure to go check in on families and his information. It'd almost be a relief if the demon was lying again, but no. Everything clears out. He could go more indepth, make the demon wait, except where would that get him? He's so tired, he just wants it all to be done with. So, at the end of the day when he comes home, Chikusa doesn't even wait. He merely writes the demon's name on their contract, calling him, and immediately goes to sleep in the very same thing as he's wearing.]
[It's surprisingly easy to fall asleep so quickly.]
[There was really nothing left to do but wait. Mukuro followed the priest along throughout the days, searching his face for any expression of his thoughts, but he was oddly unreadable. No detectable sin or dark emotions that he could use to help further his cause. It was as distressing as it was interesting. It was hard to believe this was the same priest who had pleasured himself so shamelessly in front of him or who had moaned his name with true heat.
Mukuro considered playing coy and waiting a few days in order to postpone the next conversation, but as if truly summoned, he found himself sitting in near the windowsill, thumbing through the priest's sketchbooks.]
[Ah. Even in dreams, there's that sense of exhaustion weighing him down. Chikusa stays where he is for a moment, eyes closed and his body still, before reluctantly pushing himself up. He dusts off his cassock as he stands- it's a little shameful that he fell asleep in it, really, but it can't be helped.]
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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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[It was asked softly, Mukuro's tone almost deadly. He resisted the urge to make any sort of violent movement, instead settling for flicking his gaze fully onto the priest's face, red eye practically aflame.]
Let me remind you then of the facts, priest. After the first few meetings, you called me to you, not the other way around. I didn't threaten or harm you until you drafted that contract, merely suggested it. I certainly didn't spend a painstaking amount of time crafting that contract, I merely signed at the bottom. You were free, as you are doing now, to break it at any time.
[Mukuro's mouth was a thin displeased line, his eyes narrowing.]
So forgive me priest, if I find it laughable that you say I forced you to do anything. But if it helps you, blame me all you like.
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[What else can he say?]
I know.
[A slow deep breath that only shakes somewhat.]
But you lied when you knew I wouldn't go along with that encounter otherwise. What else am I supposed to call it?
...I'm not going to let you have a chance again. Simple as that. That's what happens when you lie- everything else becomes suspect. You had the odds against you from the start.
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[Mukuro canted his head to the side, one eyebrow raised pointedly, but he would leave it at that for now. He had already made his point, and Chikusa Kakimoto was pulling away from him even further. This was delicate territory, and he doubted continuing to badge the priest would help his case any further.
He got up with a small sigh, going to the sink to dump out the rest of his cup, leaving it there. No point in playing house in a dream.]
If you can find me someone who will always tell you the truth, I would find this punishment fair.
[He turned to face the priest fully, mouth downturned.]
But it is as you say. One lie is enough to undo all else that I've done, and I should have known that this was a temporary arrangement from the beginning. If only that knowledge would have saved me from becoming invested.
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[He thinks he really hates it.]
I'll call you when I'm done making sure you've done as you've said.
[Yet when he wakes up, funnily enough, Chikusa finds that he feels worse than any time he's woken up after the demon's hands have been on him. It's that empty hole in him, now, something that's been pointed out to him and which he can never ignore again. Playing along with those dreams, thinking someone was actually interested in him...]
[Donning his usual wear, all Chikusa can do is sigh at his reflection- the same one of a tool for the church doing his duty.]
[Maybe something like that isn't in fate's hand for him.]
[Diligently, Chikusa makes sure to go check in on families and his information. It'd almost be a relief if the demon was lying again, but no. Everything clears out. He could go more indepth, make the demon wait, except where would that get him? He's so tired, he just wants it all to be done with. So, at the end of the day when he comes home, Chikusa doesn't even wait. He merely writes the demon's name on their contract, calling him, and immediately goes to sleep in the very same thing as he's wearing.]
[It's surprisingly easy to fall asleep so quickly.]
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Mukuro considered playing coy and waiting a few days in order to postpone the next conversation, but as if truly summoned, he found himself sitting in near the windowsill, thumbing through the priest's sketchbooks.]
What should I request for this last time, priest?
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[Ah. Even in dreams, there's that sense of exhaustion weighing him down. Chikusa stays where he is for a moment, eyes closed and his body still, before reluctantly pushing himself up. He dusts off his cassock as he stands- it's a little shameful that he fell asleep in it, really, but it can't be helped.]
You're always the one who's decided what we'd do.
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