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kat8chaHiyoshi hadn't been sure what to think of it when Rikkai started to play nice. Not that Rikkai had really been playing hard ball before but they had moved Hiyoshi to a cushy room with soft, plush chairs and had set out a pot of tea and a tray of cookies. Hiyoshi hadn't eaten any (because it might have been drugged) but the tea smelled good and the cookies looked like the type you needed to purchase at an artisan shop, and neither of which was something Hiyoshi had consumed since he left Hyotei. On ship the tea was all black and god forbid you have cookies because someone who wasn't you was going to eat them. (Hiyoshi wasn't actually a sweets fan anyway, but he had watched Eishirou's friends bicker over food and the Yamabuki crew fight for it tooth and nail.) Tea, however, Hiyoshi was a big fan of. He used to have a collection of different teas all kept in anal-retentive alignment in his tea chest…
Back on Hyotei.
The tea had probably all been destroyed by the Hyotei security core's ham-handed searches through his old place. Hiyoshi bit back a sigh. What a waste.
Leaning his head on the soft back of the chair Hiyoshi closed his eyes. He was kind of tired… and there wasn't anyone in the room talking to him. It was still an observation room though, as comfy as it was, so they were no doubt watching and listening… with their ears and with their minds.
Not that anyone would be talking to Hiyoshi, and he wasn't thinking anything important…
Wakashi.
Kite's voice was a soft, shadow-thin whisper. Hiyoshi tensed and then had to force himself to relax. It was definitely Kite's dark secretive psychic touch, but how…
I'm speaking to you through one of Rokkaku's psychics.
What? What?! Rokkak-
Now is not the time. You need to be aware that we will be setting off a though bomb at…
Then Kite went on, instructing Hiyoshi on his part and on Kite's absolutely mental plan. It was in the middle of this discourse (more of a soliloquy) that Hiyoshi felt it. Felt him.
Atobe had a distinctive feel to him, once you learned to recognize it. Almost all powerful psychics felt either cold or hot, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Hiyoshi had heard, felt like a molten sun, and Chitose Senri was a hot compress to your brain. Atobe, however, was frosted spider webs, creeping stickily into your brain and spreading from your thoughts and emotions to the thoughts and emotions of others. There was a reason some of the Hyotei psychics had called him the Ice Emperor.
Atobe is alive. Hiyoshi interrupted Kite's explanation, right when Kite was beginning to talk about St. Rudolph and how their powers were similar to Hiyoshi's and why the bomb would affect them. Kite seemed to be babbling, it must have been the Rokkaku psychics fault.
What? Whisper thin whip snap and then cold fingers touching Hiyoshi's thoughts. Hiyoshi could not risk slamming a shield up now, fearful it would cut off his communication with Kite, but he could feel the slow spread of Atobe's touch. Atobe KNEW he was here too. How could Atobe know? How could Atobe be alive? Hiyoshi had killed him! Hiyoshi had felt him die as had many others!
Not possible.
I know I killed him. Hiyoshi felt another familiar touch too, a familiar touch which he knew COULD be there and if Atobe was there WOULD be there. But he's here and so is-
Soft plush cotton candy lamb wool, Hiyoshi felt his eyelids dip and then his head fall forward. He did not feel his entire body keel over, his head slamming into the expensive hard wood coffee table, his shoulders crunching on the artisan cookies before the Rikkai psychics filled the room with a worried chill. He was already in dreamland, sitting at a table having tea with Jirou.
Wakashi! Jirou floated on a pink cotton candy like cloud, all fluff and blue striped pajamas and golden curls. He looked the same as he always had in these dreams.
Hiyoshi set down the bone china tea cup filled with sweet black tea and stared at Jirou. He had missed Jirou, sort of, in the same way he had missed Ohtori. …he's really alive isn't he.
Jirou's laughter was like bells, different from the real sound of Jirou's laughter. When Jirou was awake he sounded like a bright vibrant boy, not like a maniacal cherub. You didn't really think you could kill him, did you? Don't worry!
Rainbow curved sun bright smiles.
He's not mad!
Back on Hyotei.
The tea had probably all been destroyed by the Hyotei security core's ham-handed searches through his old place. Hiyoshi bit back a sigh. What a waste.
Leaning his head on the soft back of the chair Hiyoshi closed his eyes. He was kind of tired… and there wasn't anyone in the room talking to him. It was still an observation room though, as comfy as it was, so they were no doubt watching and listening… with their ears and with their minds.
Not that anyone would be talking to Hiyoshi, and he wasn't thinking anything important…
Wakashi.
Kite's voice was a soft, shadow-thin whisper. Hiyoshi tensed and then had to force himself to relax. It was definitely Kite's dark secretive psychic touch, but how…
I'm speaking to you through one of Rokkaku's psychics.
What? What?! Rokkak-
Now is not the time. You need to be aware that we will be setting off a though bomb at…
Then Kite went on, instructing Hiyoshi on his part and on Kite's absolutely mental plan. It was in the middle of this discourse (more of a soliloquy) that Hiyoshi felt it. Felt him.
Atobe had a distinctive feel to him, once you learned to recognize it. Almost all powerful psychics felt either cold or hot, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Hiyoshi had heard, felt like a molten sun, and Chitose Senri was a hot compress to your brain. Atobe, however, was frosted spider webs, creeping stickily into your brain and spreading from your thoughts and emotions to the thoughts and emotions of others. There was a reason some of the Hyotei psychics had called him the Ice Emperor.
Atobe is alive. Hiyoshi interrupted Kite's explanation, right when Kite was beginning to talk about St. Rudolph and how their powers were similar to Hiyoshi's and why the bomb would affect them. Kite seemed to be babbling, it must have been the Rokkaku psychics fault.
What? Whisper thin whip snap and then cold fingers touching Hiyoshi's thoughts. Hiyoshi could not risk slamming a shield up now, fearful it would cut off his communication with Kite, but he could feel the slow spread of Atobe's touch. Atobe KNEW he was here too. How could Atobe know? How could Atobe be alive? Hiyoshi had killed him! Hiyoshi had felt him die as had many others!
Not possible.
I know I killed him. Hiyoshi felt another familiar touch too, a familiar touch which he knew COULD be there and if Atobe was there WOULD be there. But he's here and so is-
Soft plush cotton candy lamb wool, Hiyoshi felt his eyelids dip and then his head fall forward. He did not feel his entire body keel over, his head slamming into the expensive hard wood coffee table, his shoulders crunching on the artisan cookies before the Rikkai psychics filled the room with a worried chill. He was already in dreamland, sitting at a table having tea with Jirou.
Wakashi! Jirou floated on a pink cotton candy like cloud, all fluff and blue striped pajamas and golden curls. He looked the same as he always had in these dreams.
Hiyoshi set down the bone china tea cup filled with sweet black tea and stared at Jirou. He had missed Jirou, sort of, in the same way he had missed Ohtori. …he's really alive isn't he.
Jirou's laughter was like bells, different from the real sound of Jirou's laughter. When Jirou was awake he sounded like a bright vibrant boy, not like a maniacal cherub. You didn't really think you could kill him, did you? Don't worry!
Rainbow curved sun bright smiles.
He's not mad!
