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May. 27th, 2008 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaItsuki stretched, bending down to touch his toes. Outside of the room Higa was bustling. There was a faint brush of emotions and thoughts against Itsuki’s mind, just out of reach. It was like staring trying to chew food through saran wrap. Itsuki knew the thoughts were there he just could not touch them quite yet. It was better than it had been last week when Itsuki could not feel the thoughts at all. It meant that Higa thought he was helpless. It also meant that the Higa psychics were distracted by something else. Whether this something else was going to be good, or bad, Itsuki had no idea.
Stopping his exercises Itsuki sensed someone coming closer to the room. Kite… and maybe someone else. Someone who felt dark and aggressive and unlike any of the other Higa minds that Itsuki had learned. This man was an unknown and so close to breaking out Itsuki did not like unknowns. There was also a cheerful mind next to the dark aggression, but the psychic power was dull, obviously untrained.
Turning around Itsuki started on some stretches, making sure he could keep the door in his vision without making it look like he had been staring at it. The door swung open when Itsuki had his arm over his head, stretching his triceps, back, and neck. Itsuki didn’t really need to stretch, though he had found that being limber helped whenever Kite entered the room, but there was nothing to do beyond read or lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling otherwise.
“That’s the cargo?” The angry mind asked, aggression and displeasure and the fierce need for a smoke whirled around his presence. Itsuki flinched, not at all liking the dark aura of the other man. “Seems harmless.”
Akutsu’s gonna scare the poor thing half to death and then we’ll never be able to get the guy locked in the hold. A short orange haired man poked his head around the angry man’s elbow. “Oh! Hey! I’ve seen him around.” Damn, we’re transporting a stolen psychic? Unlucky… “Rokkaku, right?” The last was obviously directed to Itsuki, who nodded. Huh. Bet you can hear me right?
Itsuki kept his face blank, unwilling to give even the smallest advantage away. If he was ‘cargo’ then that meant Kite was making his plans to run away.
“It’s not running away Itsuki-kun.” Kite’s voice sounded over the orange haired man’s shoulder. Akutsu turned to give Kite an obviously displeased look. “It’s a statistic retreat. Now. Akutsu, Sengoku, out of the bedroom.” Icy anger, and a steely resolve. “Now.”
The door closed behind the two of them, though Akutsu looked loath to leave. Itsuki doubted Akutsu took orders well.
It meant that Itsuki had a limited amount of time to plan his escape though, but more information then he had started with. He even had a name, picked from the whirling mish-mosh of Sengoku’s mind. ‘Yamabuki’.
Going back to his stretches Itsuki began to plot.
Stopping his exercises Itsuki sensed someone coming closer to the room. Kite… and maybe someone else. Someone who felt dark and aggressive and unlike any of the other Higa minds that Itsuki had learned. This man was an unknown and so close to breaking out Itsuki did not like unknowns. There was also a cheerful mind next to the dark aggression, but the psychic power was dull, obviously untrained.
Turning around Itsuki started on some stretches, making sure he could keep the door in his vision without making it look like he had been staring at it. The door swung open when Itsuki had his arm over his head, stretching his triceps, back, and neck. Itsuki didn’t really need to stretch, though he had found that being limber helped whenever Kite entered the room, but there was nothing to do beyond read or lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling otherwise.
“That’s the cargo?” The angry mind asked, aggression and displeasure and the fierce need for a smoke whirled around his presence. Itsuki flinched, not at all liking the dark aura of the other man. “Seems harmless.”
Akutsu’s gonna scare the poor thing half to death and then we’ll never be able to get the guy locked in the hold. A short orange haired man poked his head around the angry man’s elbow. “Oh! Hey! I’ve seen him around.” Damn, we’re transporting a stolen psychic? Unlucky… “Rokkaku, right?” The last was obviously directed to Itsuki, who nodded. Huh. Bet you can hear me right?
Itsuki kept his face blank, unwilling to give even the smallest advantage away. If he was ‘cargo’ then that meant Kite was making his plans to run away.
“It’s not running away Itsuki-kun.” Kite’s voice sounded over the orange haired man’s shoulder. Akutsu turned to give Kite an obviously displeased look. “It’s a statistic retreat. Now. Akutsu, Sengoku, out of the bedroom.” Icy anger, and a steely resolve. “Now.”
The door closed behind the two of them, though Akutsu looked loath to leave. Itsuki doubted Akutsu took orders well.
It meant that Itsuki had a limited amount of time to plan his escape though, but more information then he had started with. He even had a name, picked from the whirling mish-mosh of Sengoku’s mind. ‘Yamabuki’.
Going back to his stretches Itsuki began to plot.
