KHR Hell because fuck

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[possedere]

[All the trials that Mukuro had had to suffer through in order to get used to inhabiting a human body ( remembering to eat at certain times, hallucinating because he hadn't wanted to sleep and had stayed up for days on end, and having a dampener put on all of his senses and powers so that he felt weak and feeble ) were worth it to see that dumbstruck look on the priest's face. It had been his goal after all, and he was glad at least that he could claim that as a prize.

He had almost expected the priest would run in the other direction, but he was pleasantly surprised when he came closer instead. Just in case there was any question, he lowered his sunglasses to smirk up at the priest, mismatched eyes in view for a few moments before he pushed them back up.]

You're looking well, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[kokuyoyo]

I...

[It's him. Those mismatched eyes prove it. Chikusa tries to pull himself together, but he doesn't have much luck with it.]

Why are you here?

[possedere]

[His smirk only widened, pleased that he was having such a visible effect on the priest. He stood smoothly, keeping a polite distance between them, though for whose sake it was hard to tell. In dreams, everything was a bit muted, blurred, faint. It was real but it wasn't. Some people could get lost in those and mistake them for reality. Chikusa Kakimoto was not so weak and feeble, fortunately or unfortunately.

Mukuro knew intimately the effect he had on the priest in dreams, but he had to wonder if the effect would be magnified in real life or if it would lose it's luster. He canted his head to the side, smile turning almost vaguely pleasant.]

Why else would I be here, my favorite priest?

[He leaned forward slightly, still not enough to be seen as forward but enough to close the distance between them slightly. He wanted to touch the priest, a draw as strong as it had ever been, more difficult to resist now that he couldn't taste his dark secrets on his tongue or hear his heartbeat quickening or feel his body heat. Being human was terrible and inconvenient.]

For you, of course.

[kokuyoyo]

[All it takes is for Mukuro to stand up, and Chikusa remembers.]

[A hand splayed across his chest, pressing him down into cushions. A body leaning in close to his while whispering a deal. Teeth, nipping at his throat, and lips sliding against his before their tongues-]

[Chikusa takes a sharp breath and pulls himself into the present. That promise gets his heart beating, just like when Mukuro had said he'd never let him go. It'd been easy in the dreams to dismiss it, but- this isn't possession, the signs aren't there, the body seems fine...]

[Complete ownership of the body. Just like he'd told him all those months ago.]

[His heartbeat goes faster.]

I... I told you I didn't want to deal with you again...

[But there's no solidness to the statement like when they'd last spoken. Chikusa's eyes flicker away, breaking their gaze, and he makes a move to leave.]

I have to attend to my duties... I can't deal with you right now.

[possedere]

[This mortal body of his might have all the senses of a worm, but that doesn't mean that Chikusa Kakimoto still wasn't as easy to read as he had always been. Mukuro didn't bother to hide his smirk, instead straightening so the priest could have some reprieve, following after him a respectable distance.]

Liar.

[It had been enough for the priest to get angry at him and cut off their contract, so Mukuro felt as if he could point out when the priest did so at his leisure.]

There hasn't been anyone to attend to in at least an hour. Why do you think I chose now? Or should I come back when the church is more crowded?

[kokuyoyo]

[Abruptly, he comes to a sharp stop, and it could just as easily be because of the declaration of himself as a liar as it could be for Mukuro's suggestion to come back during more crowded hours.]

No.

[Taking a deep breath, he turns around to face Mukuro properly again.]

There's still a lot we have to do right now.... And I'm not going to deal with you during church hours. [His lips thin.] Can... you not wait until after the day is done to talk with me?

[possedere]

[This priest sure knew how to make a demon feel welcome in the house of god. He frowned slightly, resting a hand on his hip as he debated between being difficult ( namely throwing a fit ) or being reasonable since the priest was clearly unsettled. He should give him some time to collect himself before he jabbed at him again. He hadn't spent these past few months trying to learn how to use a voicebox properly and how to fit himself into this vessel for nothing.

He turned away with a sigh, holding out a hand.]

Do you have a phone? Give it to me.

[While setting foot in a church wouldn't result in him bursting into flames since god so rarely visited these houses of worship, it didn't mean he was going to hang around all day waiting for Chikusa Kakimoto to finish his duties. Even if he was in a mortal vessel, there was still debauchery, sin, and chaos he had to instill. It was all rather thrilling when he had a front row seat.]

[kokuyoyo]

[A phone.... It's so strange, to have the demon have to contact him by such mundane matters instead of simply showing up as he felt like it. Nothing else drives home the fact of what he's done more than that.]

[...Still. He does have a phone. Pulling it out, he offers it to the demon silently but with his uncertainty obvious to anyone who could look at the way his brows are so slightly furrowed.]

[possedere]

[Without so much as a 'thank you', Mukuro took the phone quite deftly as if he expected Chikusa Kakimoto to change his mind at the last minute. He entered his contact information in under the name 'Chrome Dokuro-sama', well aware that the rest of the priest's order might still remember the alias he had used when possessing one of their number. It gave him no small amount of glee to do so, handing it back with a smirk.]

When you're ready, please give me a call. I'll be expecting it.

[And if he was stood up, well, the saying would be changed to 'hell hath no fury like a demon scorned'.

He gave a little wave as he turned to leave.]

It was good to see you again, Chikusa Kakimoto.

[kokuyoyo]

[Warm flesh and blood fingers brush against his own as the phone is taken from him, and Chikusa feels off balance right from the start. This is real. This isn't a dream, a misty sensation punctuated by hot touches. Everything is real.]

[It has Chikusa jerk back, tense, and he hurries away with concerned glances back at the demon leaving the church. For the rest of the day, his mind isn't on his work or any upcoming events for the church. All he can think of is that brief brush of their fingers and those eyes peering at him in amusement over sunglasses. If only he was home, to go over notes he hasn't touched in ages- there's always the chance the demon was lying about that but he's sure he'd said that becoming human wasn't easy...]

[...Is that what he'd been doing all these months?]

[Small blessings that he doesn't have to perform any exorcisms. Chikusa isn't sure he could focus on one with the disarray his mind has been thrown into. No one seems to notice anything is wrong, which is... for the better. Yes. It is. He'll handle it himself, just like all the times before.]

[Chikusa tells himself that, even as evening falls and his work starts to draw to a close. Taking his phone out as he helps with evening clean up, he pauses only briefly before sending a message.]

Where are you?

[possedere]

Right behind you.

[Was the near instantaneous reply back, though Mukuro was nowhere to be seen. He had a good cackle before he added:]

Where should we meet?

[He had spent most of the day laying the groundwork for his information network here, calling in favors to set up a new ( eternally free ) apartment. When he had seen that Chikusa Kakimoto's old one had been up open, he had been sorely tempted to use that one before he had decided against it. The priest had moved out for good reason, so there was no point in trying to drag him back.]

[kokuyoyo]

[If Chikusa jolts and really does look back- well. That's not his fault. He's dealing with a demon, and that sort of thing is to be expected.]

[There's definitely a frown on his face when he replies, however.]

There's a cafe a five minutes walk from the church.

[Close enough for convenience, but without being right near the church. Whatever happens.... Chikusa doesn't want to taint that holy ground.]

[possedere]

I can be there in half an hour. Order a drink for me?

[He had to watch the movers and make sure they were setting up his apartment to his exact liking, after all. Besides, being in a mortal body meant he was constrained to one place at a time, and he couldn't instantaneously be somewhere else. And traffic in this city was rather brutal.]

[kokuyoyo]

Why am I ordering you a drink?

[...But he still might do it anyway. Sigh. Putting on his coat and other such things as he finishes up, Chikusa frowns to himself as he stares down at his phone.]

[Why is he doing this to himself again? He thought he'd moved on. He was improving his life. But...]

[possedere]

[The petulance of the priest was astounding, and Mukuro had to wonder if it was his influence or if Chikusa Kakimoto had always been that way but only felt comfortable enough to be so. Either way, he was going to be honored, chuckling as he texted him back quickly.]

It's only the polite thing to do. I would do the same if our situations were reversed.

[Half an hour later, Mukuro sauntered into the small cafe, sans sunglasses, eyes sparking when he spotted the priest.]

This is a nice cafe. Do you come here often?

[It could have been an innocent question if it wasn't the most overused pick up line in the history of humanity and Mukuro wasn't smirking victoriously as he asked it.]

[kokuyoyo]

[In the time it's taken Mukuro to get here, Chikusa has found a curled up spot in a corner away from other people where he can get lost in his thoughts. Normally- well, lately, he's been trying not to be so anti-social, but...]

[As always, Mukuro throws everything into disarray. Right now, more than anything, he needs a little bit of space to try and get his mind together.]

[When he sees the demon, Chikusa thins his lips and tries to keep his shoulders held straight.]

...Now and then. What do you want?

[possedere]

[Chikusa Kakimoto's wariness and distrust was not unexpected, but it was still not preferable to that shock and surprise he had first displayed. With a small sigh, Mukuro sat down across from the priest, tipping his head to the side.]

What I've always wanted.

[If he was lying, at least he was consistent.]

Should I get something to eat too? I'm hungry.

[kokuyoyo]

[What he's always wanted- him.]

[Chikusa tries to ignore that dark needy part that wakens in his chest, the same part that had shivered at Mukuro's declaration that he'd never let go of him all those months again. Instead, he just glances back to the counter.]

...What do you want to eat, then?

[possedere]

I'm still getting used to these things. What would you recommend?

[Mukuro paused, frowning slightly as he canted his head to the side. It seemed like his body was always hungry, which was more annoying than he cared to admit. Plus he was curious to the priest's preferences.]

So long as there are no pecans in it.

[Apparently his vessel was sensitive to those things, and he hadn't completely taken over to fix that flaw yet. Maybe in time.]

[kokuyoyo]

[So he hasn't been in the body long... Chikusa keeps that in mind.]

There's... a salad they do with berries and chicken in it. [No comment on the pecans, although Chikusa raises an eyebrow. What an interesting detail.] And coffee?

[possedere]

Is it filling?

[His body's stomach grumbled at the thought. He had chicken before. It had been prepared well enough, and he knew what a salad was. It would be worth it to try, if Chikusa Kakimoto was suggesting it.

The mention of coffee made him frown thoughtfully ( he had tried it once, and it had scalded his tongue and made it useless for a day ) before he turned his attention to the menu. The salad then, and maybe some ridiculously complicated coffee order. He had always wanted to make one, and he started to mentally build one.]

What are you getting?

[kokuyoyo]

They make them large enough here, so I would think so.

[Chicken, plus the other ingredients, along with whatever there was to drink... Yes it should be enough. Still, what's with that frown? He's the one that asked for Chikusa to buy him a drink in the first place. Before he can point this out, however, the question is being turned back on him.]

I was going to make dinner at my home... I only planned on getting a frappuccino for the walk home.

[possedere]

So you were going to let me eat alone? How unexpectedly rude of a man of your station.

[Not that he could expect much morality from Chikusa Kakimoto just because he was a priest. He'd proven that he was as susceptible to sin as any. Now if only he would stay that way.

Mukuro crossed his arms over his chest, shooting the priest a small frown.]

Should I come along as well? I haven't seen your new place.

[kokuyoyo]

[Promptly, Chikusa's expression becomes cold and his eyes narrow.]

You never informed me about any desire to have a meal, only to meet.

[Well, that and a drink, but even then, Chikusa is fairly certain it still counts then. Hearing the demon speak of his new apartment isn't surprising, not with the things he's spoken of in the past, but Chikusa still shifts a little uneasily.]

[He doesn't want the two of them to be alone again... He doesn't want their interactions to devolve into lustful touches again. (At least, so he tries to tell himself.) So long as they're in public, it feels at least a little like he can avoid such a scenario.]

I told you I wanted nothing more to do with you.... Why would I invite you into my home?

[possedere]

You're the one who insisted to meet so late, priest. Humans eat during this time.

[Unfortunately, many seemed to be eating all the time, and between that and sleeping, Mukuro couldn't understand how they got anything done. Coupled with their laughably short lives, it never ceased to amaze him that they ever managed to accomplish anything.

If the priest's coldness bothered him, Mukuro didn't seem outwardly affected by it, instead waving a hand.]

Should I invite you to mine instead? [He canted his head to the side, smirking slightly.] We both know that you can't be so rid of me so easily. I told you, didn't I? That I would be with you for eternity. Why lie to me about your desires and fight against them?