[Mukuro can go back to the shameless sexual innuendos if those would go over better, though he was enjoying Chikusa Kakimoto's reactions to rather weak compliments, in his book.
He turned his gaze back to the hat, still not in its proper place on the young priest's head, sizing it up for a moment.]
That style is mostly worn by youths. Once humans are out of their teenage years, I rarely see them wearing hats like that. Not to mention I would have thought you would have just bought one that was functional, with no extra decorations.
[He gestured vaguely to the little puff on the top of the hat, sliding his gaze back up to Chikusa Kakimoto's face, mistmatched stare intent.]
Fanciful. Adorable.
[Though considering the fashion crime that Mukuro was wearing ( but still wearing well he would argue ), he was the last person who should be able to comment on clothing.]
[Well... Chikusa shifts back, averting his gaze. He can't deny it's... silly? Immature? He's an adult and should stick to more practical things. Who is he going to wear them for, anyway? Why?]
I like the designs. That's all.
[Getting up, he starts to move for his closet.]
Why do you always choose my apartment for our meetings?
You're not trying to recapture the happiness and peace of your youth?
[It was a needling question, one Mukuro didn't expect to be answered nor did he much care for it, but he wouldn't be a demon if he was kind the whole time. He might break out into boils, and wouldn't that be unpleasant?
He merely tracked the priest's movements with his eyes, showing no other outward sign of reaction.]
Don't you like your apartment? [Soft and mockingly.] I could take you other places, if you have requests.
[It'd only be unpleasant for one of them, and that one isn't Chikusa. He casts a narrow eyed look back at him. As Mukuro correctly guessed, he refuses to answer. Instead, he focuses on putting that hat away, even though he knows that his eyes are always going to be drawn to it from now on even in his waking hours.]
It's suitable enough for me. [Half a lie. He knows how much he's been running from it and what its emptiness represents. But it's still fine for what he has.] I'm not going to sell my soul for a bit of change when it comes to scenery that's not even real.
[What a truly saddening turn of events. Mukuro's mouth pulled down into a frown as Chikusa Kakimoto put the hat away, and he leaned back in his chair, sighing softly. How stubborn he was, this little priest, but it would make having him be seduced to his way of thought all the more rewarding.]
Then what would you sell it for? Some idle conversation? To learn more about demons? [He leaned forward again in his chair, lashes lowered.] To find happiness?
[Seeing as how Mukuro had been telling more of the truth than he would have liked, he only chuckled dismissively, tilting his head to the side.]
Does it matter? Aren't all demons liars and every word I tell you suspect? Besides, [He paused meaningfully, smirk widening.] you wouldn't like the answer.
[No hollow apartment. No bitter taste on the back of his tongue whenever he looks at other people actually living their lives. No suffocating under his own loneliness.]
[Chikusa takes in a deep breath and takes his finger away from where its been lingering on the hat.]
I'll find happiness on my own.
[But the way it's said softly, his back still to the demon, makes it seem like he's trying to tell himself that more than anything.]
[Stepping away, he looks back to him and frowns, not sure how to take that.]
Whether or not I would like an answer has never stopped you before. What makes this different?
[At that weak retort, Mukuro couldn't help but chuckle, standing up from the chair to breeze past Chikusa Kakimoto and head back into the kitchen. Today he felt like having something far more rich than plain lemon tea, putting the kettle on as he went through the shelves, finding boxes of tea that he knew weren't there in reality. Jasmine tea with flowers sounded like what he was in the mood for...
He thrummed his fingers easily against the counter, answering a question with a question.]
What makes you so interested in the answer to this, Chikusa Kakimoto? Are you starting to find a taste for things you thought you previously didn't like?
[With its sad size, there's no reason for him to really follow after. He could likely hear the demon from his room just as well as anywhere else. Despite this fact, Chikusa finds himself getting swept up in his trail, following slowly after him.]
[The accusation draws out a sharp grimace.]
Being curious isn't the same thing as wanting to fall into sin.
[Mukuro glanced over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised.
He couldn't help but smirk at the tiny justifications and distinctions Chikusa Kakimoto was trying to make. In the end, it wouldn't be able to help him, only keep him up at night. Perhaps Mukuro could give him more food for thought, but only after needling him a bit.]
If you could go anywhere, where would you want to go?
[Tea again... Well. The first time didn't do anything horrible to him, besides what conversing with the demon does by default. Chikusa nods, drifting over to wait on the other side of the counter.]
[If he could go anywhere... Lacing his fingers together, he rests his arms on the counter.]
Heaven?
[A dry response, not meant to be taken seriously. Letting his eyes close, he tries to think. It's not something he's ever thought of before. After all the moving he'd had to do as a child, one foster home to the next, he'd clung to any sense of stability he could get. Leaving for any reason hasn't occurred to him before.]
...Germany, I think. Why?
[They're running from the original point, but Chikusa supposes it's to be expected. The last few conversations went more smoothly than he expected, even with the barbs and unpleasant truths.]
[That closing of distance between them was going to be taken as a 'yes', and Mukuro would start another cup for the priest. The first answer was met with a small snort, as he eyed the man with an amused look, clearly not buying it. While he would expect such an answer from a man of faith, it didn't seem as if Chikusa Kakimoto was actually serious, for once. Well, a sense of humor was always welcome when dealing with demons.
The actual answer, was met with interest, Mukuro turning to slide the priest's drink over the counter to him, bringing the sugar bowl and his own tea to stand opposite of him, mindful of the distance. For now, anyway.]
Just curious. It's not a sin, is it? [Mukuro shot him a small wink, before stirring in a large amount of sugar into his tea.] Why Germany?
It's not a sin, but a demon's curiosity seems like a troublesome thing to draw.
[Certainly, if that part is a kernel of truth in all the lies Mukuro spews, then he's being proven right there.]
[Raising the cup to his mouth, he starts to blow on it lightly. Can he really get hurt by a small burn in what's obviously some sort of dream? Just one more question he's not sure he'll ever get the answer to. For now, it doesn't hurt to go with old habits.]
I'd ask if you've ever heard of the Black Forest, but it's an asinine question. [He shrugs, sipping at this tea.] I don't think I'd mind seeing it.
Yet here we are. I honored our agreement, and still you've called me back.
[Mukuro leaned forward, mouth curving upward almost cruelly. He hadn't wanted to bring it up at all, still wary of the tenuous connection between the two of them, but nor was he going to allow Chikusa to delusion himself. That would be counter productive.
He leaned back at the mention of the Black Forest, humming thoughtfully.]
Perhaps next time. [Then, idly taking a drink:] For a fan of nature, you rarely seem to go out into it.
[Only a few words, but they're a knife sliding through his ribcage.]
[Chikusa looks away, jaw clenched. How can he deny it? That's the truth. The first time in exchange for his mentor, the second in exchange for an answer. This is the third, but there'd been no need to call Mukuro again. There's no need for him to have done this. He could have moved on. He's making steps to fill his life, isn't he? So why did he do this?]
[The answer isn't clear to him. Maybe because he's scared of acknowledging it.]
I know.
[It's not clear what it's in response to- the first statement or the second. Either way, Chikusa keeps going.]
I've wanted to stay in the city. You're a demon- surely you've seen conflicting desires before.
[There it was. That conflict splayed out across the priest's face, while probably barely noticeable to mortals, was as bright as a neon light to Mukuro. He resisted the urge to lean forward, to drink it in, to swallow it in and feel it slide down his throat, smooth as honey. He can practically taste how close Chikusa Kakimoto was to him, how close he was to falling to depravity, and the sweet cloying meatiness of it made Mukuro impatient to taste more.
But instead he just wound his hands around the mug of tea, drinking in that expression. It would be enough for now.]
What would the rest of your clergy say if they knew? What would your mentor think?
[Oops, guess he couldn't resist twisting the knife a little further.
The question was barely worth answering, Mukuro flicking his bangs from his face in disinterest.]
It's not solely a demonic trait, I hope you're aware. It's a very human emotion.
[What would they say? What would they think? Chikusa doesn't know, but he can imagine the looks they would give him. There would be no need to hide anything from him then, no need to fake politeness and civility. Merely thinking about it has his fingers tighten around his mug, and his head bows further.]
[He'd be excommunicated. Surely.]
[It's a horrifying idea. Certainly, his life might be hollow, he might be shunned, but he's still part of something. There's still that community. Without it, without his faith, he's...]
[Never let it be said that Mukuro couldn't be gentle, letting the other topic go away without another word of comment. It seemed like Chikusa Kakimoto knew the consequences well, but the question was whether that would be enough to stop him and his budding curiosity or if it wouldn't. Mukuro in the mean time would be dying to see the outcome.
But he would put up with the small talk for now, since the priest seemed so keen on it.]
I have known humans who are outwardly meek and gentle, but when pushed are worse than any demon. I have known humans who only seek money and fame, and do not care about the consequences afterward. I have met humans who would almost restore my faith. [A quiet, contemplative pause, his mouth turning down.] But they all meet the same ends and they all suffer in their own ways.
[It's a relief to have the subject dropped. Chikusa doesn't believe it will stay that way, of course. This is a demon he's dealing with. It'll come back to bite him at some point in the future.]
[But that's the future. In the present, he tentatively lets his shoulders lose some of their tension and peers up at Mukuro from his cup curiously.]
Kufufu, [There was a quick drop of expression, from amusement to complete ruthlessness, the change almost shocking.] none.
[There was no reason to bring his cute little Chrome into this, to have them meet anytime soon. Not when he couldn't be sure about his hold on the young priest. Meeting someone as pure and lovely as Chrome would undoubtedly sway him back towards his faith, something Mukuro wasn't interested in seeing after all of his work. Hearing one's messiah walked unobtrusively among mortals tended to do that.
But, dodging the question might take Chikusa Kakimoto's interest start to pique in a different direction, he added:]
A type of person who only comes once every millennia. You speak of miracles, and yet all I have seen are precious few mortals who had the wish to change the world and the ability to do so.
[After only a few meetings, Chikusa's never seen an expression like that cross the demon's face. Hunger, cruel delight, mocking ease, yes, and he's come to expect all of those. But that sharp expression, that rapid change...]
[For a second, Chikusa is left visibly off balance and he reacts on instinct. Even meeting the demon as he's been doing can't stop habit, after all. He tenses up, takes a step back, and doesn't keep his eyes off of him until the conversation has moved on.]
...But you would say that, wouldn't you? That miracles don't exist. As a demon, it's your way.
[There's still that wariness that the ruthlessness he saw could come back at any second.]
Perhaps if a young priest befriended me and taught me the power of friendship, I could be persuaded.
[It was full of mockery, Mukuro making no move to follow after him, but tracking him with his mismatched eyes. He drained his tea cup before going to make another.]
For someone so who says they are unsure, you are quick to educate me on my ways and actions. I wonder if that thinking could be changed or if you're merely trying to reassure yourself.
[My, my what a threat that was. Mukuro frowned despite himself, pushing himself off from the counter, leaving his cup where it was as he sauntered over to the couch. While it was far too soon, most likely, to invade the priest's personal space, but if perhaps, he had the strength to swear him off, Mukuro would make sure he had done everything to prevent that.
He sat himself down right next to Chikusa Kakimoto, eyes sharp with interest, and he leaned forward until their faces were merely inches apart. He spoke softly, but each word he used was carefully crafted and thin as a needle, meant to pierce the cracks in the priest's almost impervious armor, and if they could not widen the gaps, at least they would stay there and fester until they grew infected.]
Could you? Would you be able to return to this apartment day after day after knowing you had invited a demon in here? Are you so certain the small changes you have been making will one day bear fruit? And, even though few have done so in your lifetime, are you sure that anyone else will take an interest in you? Or even notice you?
[Mukuro leaned away from him a small smirk on his face.]
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He turned his gaze back to the hat, still not in its proper place on the young priest's head, sizing it up for a moment.]
That style is mostly worn by youths. Once humans are out of their teenage years, I rarely see them wearing hats like that. Not to mention I would have thought you would have just bought one that was functional, with no extra decorations.
[He gestured vaguely to the little puff on the top of the hat, sliding his gaze back up to Chikusa Kakimoto's face, mistmatched stare intent.]
Fanciful. Adorable.
[Though considering the fashion crime that Mukuro was wearing ( but still wearing well he would argue ), he was the last person who should be able to comment on clothing.]
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I like the designs. That's all.
[Getting up, he starts to move for his closet.]
Why do you always choose my apartment for our meetings?
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[It was a needling question, one Mukuro didn't expect to be answered nor did he much care for it, but he wouldn't be a demon if he was kind the whole time. He might break out into boils, and wouldn't that be unpleasant?
He merely tracked the priest's movements with his eyes, showing no other outward sign of reaction.]
Don't you like your apartment? [Soft and mockingly.] I could take you other places, if you have requests.
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It's suitable enough for me. [Half a lie. He knows how much he's been running from it and what its emptiness represents. But it's still fine for what he has.] I'm not going to sell my soul for a bit of change when it comes to scenery that's not even real.
...And that doesn't answer my question.
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Then what would you sell it for? Some idle conversation? To learn more about demons? [He leaned forward again in his chair, lashes lowered.] To find happiness?
[Seeing as how Mukuro had been telling more of the truth than he would have liked, he only chuckled dismissively, tilting his head to the side.]
Does it matter? Aren't all demons liars and every word I tell you suspect? Besides, [He paused meaningfully, smirk widening.] you wouldn't like the answer.
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[No hollow apartment. No bitter taste on the back of his tongue whenever he looks at other people actually living their lives. No suffocating under his own loneliness.]
[Chikusa takes in a deep breath and takes his finger away from where its been lingering on the hat.]
I'll find happiness on my own.
[But the way it's said softly, his back still to the demon, makes it seem like he's trying to tell himself that more than anything.]
[Stepping away, he looks back to him and frowns, not sure how to take that.]
Whether or not I would like an answer has never stopped you before. What makes this different?
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He thrummed his fingers easily against the counter, answering a question with a question.]
What makes you so interested in the answer to this, Chikusa Kakimoto? Are you starting to find a taste for things you thought you previously didn't like?
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[The accusation draws out a sharp grimace.]
Being curious isn't the same thing as wanting to fall into sin.
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[Mukuro glanced over his shoulder, one eyebrow raised.
He couldn't help but smirk at the tiny justifications and distinctions Chikusa Kakimoto was trying to make. In the end, it wouldn't be able to help him, only keep him up at night. Perhaps Mukuro could give him more food for thought, but only after needling him a bit.]
If you could go anywhere, where would you want to go?
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[If he could go anywhere... Lacing his fingers together, he rests his arms on the counter.]
Heaven?
[A dry response, not meant to be taken seriously. Letting his eyes close, he tries to think. It's not something he's ever thought of before. After all the moving he'd had to do as a child, one foster home to the next, he'd clung to any sense of stability he could get. Leaving for any reason hasn't occurred to him before.]
...Germany, I think. Why?
[They're running from the original point, but Chikusa supposes it's to be expected. The last few conversations went more smoothly than he expected, even with the barbs and unpleasant truths.]
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The actual answer, was met with interest, Mukuro turning to slide the priest's drink over the counter to him, bringing the sugar bowl and his own tea to stand opposite of him, mindful of the distance. For now, anyway.]
Just curious. It's not a sin, is it? [Mukuro shot him a small wink, before stirring in a large amount of sugar into his tea.] Why Germany?
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[Certainly, if that part is a kernel of truth in all the lies Mukuro spews, then he's being proven right there.]
[Raising the cup to his mouth, he starts to blow on it lightly. Can he really get hurt by a small burn in what's obviously some sort of dream? Just one more question he's not sure he'll ever get the answer to. For now, it doesn't hurt to go with old habits.]
I'd ask if you've ever heard of the Black Forest, but it's an asinine question. [He shrugs, sipping at this tea.] I don't think I'd mind seeing it.
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[Mukuro leaned forward, mouth curving upward almost cruelly. He hadn't wanted to bring it up at all, still wary of the tenuous connection between the two of them, but nor was he going to allow Chikusa to delusion himself. That would be counter productive.
He leaned back at the mention of the Black Forest, humming thoughtfully.]
Perhaps next time. [Then, idly taking a drink:] For a fan of nature, you rarely seem to go out into it.
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[Chikusa looks away, jaw clenched. How can he deny it? That's the truth. The first time in exchange for his mentor, the second in exchange for an answer. This is the third, but there'd been no need to call Mukuro again. There's no need for him to have done this. He could have moved on. He's making steps to fill his life, isn't he? So why did he do this?]
[The answer isn't clear to him. Maybe because he's scared of acknowledging it.]
I know.
[It's not clear what it's in response to- the first statement or the second. Either way, Chikusa keeps going.]
I've wanted to stay in the city. You're a demon- surely you've seen conflicting desires before.
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But instead he just wound his hands around the mug of tea, drinking in that expression. It would be enough for now.]
What would the rest of your clergy say if they knew? What would your mentor think?
[Oops, guess he couldn't resist twisting the knife a little further.
The question was barely worth answering, Mukuro flicking his bangs from his face in disinterest.]
It's not solely a demonic trait, I hope you're aware. It's a very human emotion.
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[He'd be excommunicated. Surely.]
[It's a horrifying idea. Certainly, his life might be hollow, he might be shunned, but he's still part of something. There's still that community. Without it, without his faith, he's...]
[What is he?]
[Chikusa doesn't answer. Fortunately, Mukuro doesn't press.]
Being contradicting or having desires?
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[Never let it be said that Mukuro couldn't be gentle, letting the other topic go away without another word of comment. It seemed like Chikusa Kakimoto knew the consequences well, but the question was whether that would be enough to stop him and his budding curiosity or if it wouldn't. Mukuro in the mean time would be dying to see the outcome.
But he would put up with the small talk for now, since the priest seemed so keen on it.]
I have known humans who are outwardly meek and gentle, but when pushed are worse than any demon. I have known humans who only seek money and fame, and do not care about the consequences afterward. I have met humans who would almost restore my faith. [A quiet, contemplative pause, his mouth turning down.] But they all meet the same ends and they all suffer in their own ways.
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[But that's the future. In the present, he tentatively lets his shoulders lose some of their tension and peers up at Mukuro from his cup curiously.]
What kind of human could restore a demon's faith?
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[There was no reason to bring his cute little Chrome into this, to have them meet anytime soon. Not when he couldn't be sure about his hold on the young priest. Meeting someone as pure and lovely as Chrome would undoubtedly sway him back towards his faith, something Mukuro wasn't interested in seeing after all of his work. Hearing one's messiah walked unobtrusively among mortals tended to do that.
But, dodging the question might take Chikusa Kakimoto's interest start to pique in a different direction, he added:]
A type of person who only comes once every millennia. You speak of miracles, and yet all I have seen are precious few mortals who had the wish to change the world and the ability to do so.
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[For a second, Chikusa is left visibly off balance and he reacts on instinct. Even meeting the demon as he's been doing can't stop habit, after all. He tenses up, takes a step back, and doesn't keep his eyes off of him until the conversation has moved on.]
...But you would say that, wouldn't you? That miracles don't exist. As a demon, it's your way.
[There's still that wariness that the ruthlessness he saw could come back at any second.]
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[Mukuro stirred his tea idly, head canted to the side as he smiled innocently enough.]
Or are you holding out hope that a demon can be converted to goodness? It would be a tremendous boon to your side.
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[Still feeling on edge, full of nervous energy, he starts to make a move to the couch.]
Besides, I don't know nearly enough about your kind to puzzle out what would be a suitable enough reason for you to change sides like that.
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[It was full of mockery, Mukuro making no move to follow after him, but tracking him with his mismatched eyes. He drained his tea cup before going to make another.]
For someone so who says they are unsure, you are quick to educate me on my ways and actions. I wonder if that thinking could be changed or if you're merely trying to reassure yourself.
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He's not the shounen protag even in this universe, Mukuro, sorry.][There's a flicker of a scowl on his face at the blatant mockery before Chikusa returns to his tea.]
So do you want me to never contact you again? I can do so easily.
[But... That's his attempts to reassure himself again.]
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He sat himself down right next to Chikusa Kakimoto, eyes sharp with interest, and he leaned forward until their faces were merely inches apart. He spoke softly, but each word he used was carefully crafted and thin as a needle, meant to pierce the cracks in the priest's almost impervious armor, and if they could not widen the gaps, at least they would stay there and fester until they grew infected.]
Could you? Would you be able to return to this apartment day after day after knowing you had invited a demon in here? Are you so certain the small changes you have been making will one day bear fruit? And, even though few have done so in your lifetime, are you sure that anyone else will take an interest in you? Or even notice you?
[Mukuro leaned away from him a small smirk on his face.]
Should I leave you now then?
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