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Aug. 6th, 2009 08:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaDressed in a comfortable pair of nice pants and a loose slightly unbuttoned white dress shirt, Kirihara whistled while he walked through Rikkai. There was nothing, nothing, like a couple of days spent having sex with your boyfriend. Well, okay, there were a couple of things that could compare. That feeling Kirihara got once he'd shattered some poor bastard's mind, the full stomach feeling he got after gorging himself on sushi or yakiniku. Those were similar to the well fucked feeling Kirihara was glowing with right now. Similar, but different.
"Hey!" Kirihara waved at Niou, who was sulking outside of the observation room. Kirihara slowed down, stopping about four feet away, bad things happened when Niou was sulking, like Niou cheering himself up with other's pain. "What's wrong?"
Niou scowled. "Yagyu's riding my-" Niou twitched his shoulder violently.
"No cursing, Niou-kun." Yagyuu appeared over Niou's shoulder, and nodded at Kirihara. "What do you think of our prisoner?"
Niou made a face at Kirihara, who returned it with a smile, before both looked through the double ply glass into the observation room. The blond was leaning forward with his chin in the palm of his hand, a bruise showing on the side of his face that Kirihara could see. "He's not bad looking," Kirihara shrugged. "What'd he do?"
"Yanagi suspects that Yamabuki is involved in something illegal." Kirihara twitched, turned to stare at Niou who was wearing that 'I just made someone else's life suck!' smirk, and then back to the guy in the observation room. A guy who looked kind of familiar now. "That and he may be involved with Atobe Keigo's murder."
Kirihara squinted, and the guy turned his head to look straight into the double sided mirror. Ding ding ding!
"My boyfriend slept with him! …and I think I have too." Atobe Keigo was Hyotei right? Kirihara had gone there for some sort of conference once.
Yagyuu patted Kirihara on the shoulder. "Then you're the perfect person to interrogate him."
Niou patted Kirihara's other shoulder. "Knock his socks off."
"Hey!" Kirihara waved at Niou, who was sulking outside of the observation room. Kirihara slowed down, stopping about four feet away, bad things happened when Niou was sulking, like Niou cheering himself up with other's pain. "What's wrong?"
Niou scowled. "Yagyu's riding my-" Niou twitched his shoulder violently.
"No cursing, Niou-kun." Yagyuu appeared over Niou's shoulder, and nodded at Kirihara. "What do you think of our prisoner?"
Niou made a face at Kirihara, who returned it with a smile, before both looked through the double ply glass into the observation room. The blond was leaning forward with his chin in the palm of his hand, a bruise showing on the side of his face that Kirihara could see. "He's not bad looking," Kirihara shrugged. "What'd he do?"
"Yanagi suspects that Yamabuki is involved in something illegal." Kirihara twitched, turned to stare at Niou who was wearing that 'I just made someone else's life suck!' smirk, and then back to the guy in the observation room. A guy who looked kind of familiar now. "That and he may be involved with Atobe Keigo's murder."
Kirihara squinted, and the guy turned his head to look straight into the double sided mirror. Ding ding ding!
"My boyfriend slept with him! …and I think I have too." Atobe Keigo was Hyotei right? Kirihara had gone there for some sort of conference once.
Yagyuu patted Kirihara on the shoulder. "Then you're the perfect person to interrogate him."
Niou patted Kirihara's other shoulder. "Knock his socks off."
