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Apr. 23rd, 2010 03:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaKirihara stretched when he left the interrogation room. He was tired, it felt like he had been at it all day. Actually, scratch that, Kirihara HAD been at it all day. His brain was tired and so was his body. "I'm out." Kirihara unbuttoned a handful of buttons and glared at his sated and happy coworkers. Marui looked well fed, Jackal looked relaxed. Well of course they did, they gone home. Niou looked like he'd been well fucked, although Yagyuu did not look any different. He never looked any different.
"Nice job." Niou said cheerfully. "Oh wait, you didn't do anything."
"Shut up." Kirihara was too tired to even attack Niou. He scowled and headed for the meeting room. He could sense that Yukimura, Sanada, and Yanagi were already inside. Stepping into the grey and lighter grey colored room Kirihara felt instantly soothed.
"I told you that the Hyotei psychic would give Akaya trouble." Yanagi rested a hand on Kirihara's shoulders and Kirihara felt them lose some tension and slump. "Did you discover anything useful?"
"Empaths are fucking impossible." Kirihara slumped into a char at the round table and thunked his head onto the cold top. From his seat Yukimura actually let loose a soft chuckle. Sanada grunted in irritation. "I think I hate them."
"Didn't you sleep with him once? That should form a bond you could use to exploit him."
Kirihara whined against the table and Yanagi placed his hands on Kirihara's shoulders again. It helped, Kirihara felt the tension washing away as Yanagi's ice cool mental state flowed over Kirihara's jagged one. "It's not like sex has to be about the person… it was just once. I barely remember it. I don't think he remembers it." They'd been two young psychics riding high on the aura of the conference. They weren't the only psychics who got laid that night. Of course after that rumors that Atobe fed off of sexual arousal psychically started, but anyone who was anyone knew that was a hack. Atobe just used sex to hook himself up to a larger network. Atobe's powers worked in a very spider-like insidious way, his psychic/empathic connection to one person could be spread to another person through the briefest of connections. And once the Hyotei chant was in your head it was really pretty impossible to get it out, kind of like St. Rudolph's aria.
Cults gave Kirihara the heebie jeebies.
"So you haven't gained anything useful. Did you try asking him any questions?"
"…" Kirihara picked his head up to stare at Yukimura. "…uh."
Had he? No, he… well… "Sort of?"
Yukimura placed his chin in the palm of one hand with a smile. "I think we've been going against Hiyoshi the wrong way, don't you agree Genichirou?" Sanada growled and Yukimura's smile edge knife-thin wider. "Of course you don't. But I'm sure Renji agrees."
A soft soothing hum of reassurance radiated through the hands on Kirihara's shoulders. "Nnn… you planned this, didn't you, Yukimura-san?" Kirihara folded his arms under his head and let his eyes fall closed. He was just going to rest… for a minute. "Mmm… you think of everything…"
Cool fingers brushed the hair off of Kirihara's forehead, icy cold thoughts plunking into Kirihara's mind like hale. Take a nap, Akaya. We'll talk when you wake up.
"Nice job." Niou said cheerfully. "Oh wait, you didn't do anything."
"Shut up." Kirihara was too tired to even attack Niou. He scowled and headed for the meeting room. He could sense that Yukimura, Sanada, and Yanagi were already inside. Stepping into the grey and lighter grey colored room Kirihara felt instantly soothed.
"I told you that the Hyotei psychic would give Akaya trouble." Yanagi rested a hand on Kirihara's shoulders and Kirihara felt them lose some tension and slump. "Did you discover anything useful?"
"Empaths are fucking impossible." Kirihara slumped into a char at the round table and thunked his head onto the cold top. From his seat Yukimura actually let loose a soft chuckle. Sanada grunted in irritation. "I think I hate them."
"Didn't you sleep with him once? That should form a bond you could use to exploit him."
Kirihara whined against the table and Yanagi placed his hands on Kirihara's shoulders again. It helped, Kirihara felt the tension washing away as Yanagi's ice cool mental state flowed over Kirihara's jagged one. "It's not like sex has to be about the person… it was just once. I barely remember it. I don't think he remembers it." They'd been two young psychics riding high on the aura of the conference. They weren't the only psychics who got laid that night. Of course after that rumors that Atobe fed off of sexual arousal psychically started, but anyone who was anyone knew that was a hack. Atobe just used sex to hook himself up to a larger network. Atobe's powers worked in a very spider-like insidious way, his psychic/empathic connection to one person could be spread to another person through the briefest of connections. And once the Hyotei chant was in your head it was really pretty impossible to get it out, kind of like St. Rudolph's aria.
Cults gave Kirihara the heebie jeebies.
"So you haven't gained anything useful. Did you try asking him any questions?"
"…" Kirihara picked his head up to stare at Yukimura. "…uh."
Had he? No, he… well… "Sort of?"
Yukimura placed his chin in the palm of one hand with a smile. "I think we've been going against Hiyoshi the wrong way, don't you agree Genichirou?" Sanada growled and Yukimura's smile edge knife-thin wider. "Of course you don't. But I'm sure Renji agrees."
A soft soothing hum of reassurance radiated through the hands on Kirihara's shoulders. "Nnn… you planned this, didn't you, Yukimura-san?" Kirihara folded his arms under his head and let his eyes fall closed. He was just going to rest… for a minute. "Mmm… you think of everything…"
Cool fingers brushed the hair off of Kirihara's forehead, icy cold thoughts plunking into Kirihara's mind like hale. Take a nap, Akaya. We'll talk when you wake up.
