interstellar5555 | I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out

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I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out

Who: Xanxus and YOU
What: after "mysteriously disappearing" guess who's suddenly back
When: 3 December
Where: Pride HQ and around town
Warnings: sighs Xanxus should be his own warning. Mentions of violence, physical injury/torture, branding, drug use, alcohol use, swearing, will add as needed.

I - Pride HQ
They finally let him out of the damn infirmary. Honestly, he probably should have stayed there a few more days, but Xanxus being Xanxus totally ingratiated himself to the nurses by hitting on them and thus, he had been shoved out the door to stop him from harassing them more. No big deal right?

Well, it should be because he's sort of limping his way from the infirmary back to the elevator in not but a hospital gown. But he's not embarrassed at all. No. He looks damn proud of himself, like he isn't wearing more cuts and bruises and stitches than any one person should have. He might even be whistling a little as he goes.

II - Chez Carnie
Shithole sweet shithole. It's sort of nice to get back to this place that he calls home. He doesn't really expect anyone there waiting for him. No...that's not these people. He has a fragment of that memory but he still can't put a face on the owner of those arms in that memory. Besides, he's not falling through this door. He's just going to walk right in as if he hadn't been gone. He's heading straight to his room. He needs his leathers if he's ever going to feel normal again.

III. Some bar in town
Should someone as heavily injured as Xanxus even be walking to some nightclub? Does it matter? Because what does a man want with his first night of freedom after unwilling captivity? Hit the clubs of course. Chicks dig bruises and scars and he can spin a hell of a lie if he wants to. Besides, he's itching for some alcohol that isn't monitored by the label. It's a pretty good chance that he'll be found sitting rather gingerly at the bar nursing a bottle of tequila. He ignores all the questions that might come his way with a "Buy me another drink and maybe I'll tell you."

IV. Wild card
Anything else you want to do, go for it!

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Oh there's somebody up. There has been for quite a few days. ~~If they came back to get another one of them, Luci would split them from navel to sternum one at a time and tie their innards to the refrigerator handles.~~

Xanxus comes through the door and Luci is sitting in a chair right in front, surrounded by her phone, dishes, an ashtray and her lighter, and a can of hairspray.

Even in the dark, she looks like shit.

Ryouta is coming up from the dance floor to get a drink from the bar when he finds Xanxus at the bar. Several emotions go through him at once. Relief that Xanxus is alive, anger that he hadn't contacted Ryouta at all, and then lastly, and most powerfully, worry. It's obvious that Xanxus is hurt.

"Xanxus?" he walks over and slides into the seat next to him. "Um, hey?"

What the hell? Was he in a fight? Those bruises look bad.

Guess who happens to be on the floor the elevator goes to in Pride HQ? It's the babe from the Music Festival. She's just getting back from a sound-check until she sees Xanxus and immediately rushes to him. Yes she's kept up with the rumors... he's looks awful. But she doesn't want to impose too much.

"Xanxus, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

Edited 2015-12-04 02:20 (UTC)

Did he ask them to hold his dick for him while he pees? Because if not, he's still got room to improve.

Anyway, while Squalo doesn't by any means like the guy, he's a fellow Pride trash with relatively similar interests. So yes, he's heard about the disappearance and was even a little unsettled by it (for half an hour until he forgot). Which means, he does actually pause and come closer when he spots him limping back into the HQ, eyebrows rising until they hide behind his bangs. Well that looks shitty.

"Finally found something your own size?" Despite the words, he doesn't sound mocking, though. Rather, slightly surprised someone managed to did a number on him.

There's a person in a chair. He doesn't let the sudden worry that it's his little playmates, waiting to drag him back to the Love Dungeon. But it's Luci. It's just Luci. Sitting in the dark. In a chair. Facing the front door. Looking like shit on top of that all.

He just limps his way right to her. "Shit. You look like hell, Luci. When's the last time you've slept. Fuck. Get your ass up out of that chair and let's get you cleaned up." Like he's not the one that looks like he had been ran over by a train.

More than just hurt. The asshole should still be in the hospital honestly. Not sitting here drinking. But he's never done anything he was supposed to. So here he is, stitches and bandages and bruises and all. He's having problems even picking up his glass, like someone tried to break his fingers at some point.

He notes the sudden addition of blond a stool over and slowly smiles. It doesn't reach his eyes though. He's putting on a good front because he has a reputation to protect even now. "If it isn't Ryouta. Burning up the dance floor, hmm, mi tesoro." He waves towards the tender and fights a wince. "Hey, Sal, bring my friend here whatever he wants, okay."

Oh, it's that hot chick from the Festival. What was her name again? Well, there were so many hot chicks there and he does have massive head trauma so she'll have to forgive him if he doesn't automatically call her by name.

"Yeah. Since the Festival right? Been busy with your music career I'd bet. No time to visit that hot bassist you met backstage. I'm wounded." More than "wounded". He's barely keeping himself upright. It's just sheer willpower and stubbornness at this point.

Of course he did. That was like the second thing he asked for. Right after two pretty candy stripers to do a stip tease for him and to give him a sponge bath complete with happy ending. Too bad the nurses weren't charmed by his roguish good looks.

He pauses halfway into the building. He sort of lazily leans against the wall. He tries to make it look lazy but really, it's sort of to keep him upright. Only thinking keeping him from the floor is the fact that he'd been moving.

He raises a split eyebrow (three stitches). "You should know already that there's no one my size." Yes, that's supposed to be a I have a big dick joke. "Cheating fucks don't count."

A+. Clearly they have a lot in common.

It's sort of hard not to notice that he's barely standing, but with unexpected consideration, Squalo keeps his mouth shut about that part.

"Clearly it's the bite that makes the difference," he retorts, canting his head slightly to the side. He casually walks a bit closer, hands in pockets, but he'll leave a few meters between them. Getting into a fight with someone this beat up would be just lame and he'd rather not give him incentive. "You look like shit. Finally matching what's on the inside, huh." What the fuck happened to you everyone was worried.

Edited 2015-12-05 16:05 (UTC)

She looks like hell, yes, but it hasn't affected her ability to jump up and grab Xanxus by the front of his paper hospital gown. Her nails go through it and into her palm, she's so pissed off.

"The fuck are you saying-- 'you look like hell'? I could say the same goddamn thing but it'd actually fucking mean something, asshole!" She removes her hand from the gown, barely containing her anger. "You just had to do it-- you had to fucking go and piss them off, YOU IDIOT."

And she, the only person proven to be able to stop him, wasn't paying attention. She was off boinking everybody.

"Hey, your back door's open," Tooru calls as he sees him across the lobby. It's not really, not that he can see anyways, but he's a troll. But then he notices the cuts and bruises.

"They hell? they let you out like that?"

"Xanxus," he said softly. There were a million things he wanted to say. But first he needed something to drink. "Electric Lemonade please," he said. "And a Gatorade. Blue one please!" He smiled at the bartender and passed him a few bucks as tip. The Gatorade was handed to him first and he drank it down. Dancing was extremely physical, and he needed those carbohydrates! Xanxus was right, he had been tearing up the dance floor. He passed the bar tender the empty bottle when given his other drink.

"Xan," he began, turning his attention back to Xanxus. "Luci told me that Predator had you. Is that true?" His eyes were wide and worried. "Because of setting their shit on fire?"

It would be fine to Tamara, the man looks like he's been put through hell.

Still, she's playful, sliding her finger around his jawline. "That and you didn't answer your phone, you left a girl hanging. I was starting to wonder if you didn't like me."

That and worrying about what happened to you.

Edited 2015-12-06 02:57 (UTC)

"Talk about nostalgia."

Nariko yanks the bottle of tequila from him, and if he wasn't in such a pathetic state she might have been genuinely worried about how he might react. Her outfit suggests that, at some point, she'd been dancing and having a good time, so it's reasonable to think that she saw him from the corner of her eye, and only in that moment realized that she hadn't seen him for days. Which, y'know, they were at least ... Friends? So it wasn't like they'd talk all the goddamn time but it had just rung oddly to her, maybe, an instinct that wouldn't be suffocated.

"Why are you here?" Because they can tackle the origin story, right now she wants an explanation for this truly ridiculous level of addiction.

That might be why they get along so terribly. Because they are so similar. Something about people being too much alike getting on your nerves. But honestly, it's sexy nurses and he couldn't help it.

He appreciates the not pointing out he's using the wall as a prop. He also appreciates that this asshole isn't being that bad. There isn't any shouting or mom jokes. He just doesn't have it in him to keep upright and do the rest of it right now.

"Sad thing for you though. Even looking like crap, I still look hotter than you. Sucks to be you, you ugly fuck." Terrible things that I'm not about to talk about standing here with my ass hanging out for all to see. "But you can regret that and do me a favor and press the elevator button for me."

She's on her feet and in his face. She grabs him and for a moment, he nearly sways. He has to lock his knees to keep it from happening. He's trying to put a strong face on this, but he's having issues with standing. "That's exactly what I'm saying. You look like hell, Luci. Shit. You're a mess." he might be trying to distract her from the fact that he's even worse.

He reaches up. His wrists are bruised terribly and there are cigarette burn marks in his flesh. There's also deep cuts where he had struggled against the zipties now stitched together. He reaches so he can grab her by the shoulder. It's partly to keep himself upright and partly because she'd grabbed him earlier.

"Of course I did. You think it's enough. It's never enough. Those fucks deserved it. They deserved it and so much more." He totally held grudges. "And if they hadn't fucking cheated, I wouldn't be like this right now." There's anger there. Deep and seething. Those fuckers had done...something...to him to get him in that position in the first place.

It probably is actually open. He is sort of still in that paper hospital gown. Mostly because he doesn't give a fuck and because he's planning on getting his leathers on once he's upstairs.

He stops halfway through the lobby to look at Tooru. "Those bitches are no fun and wouldn't hold my dick while I peed. Plus they sucked at sponge baths with happy endings so I decided it was time to go." In other words, he had been kicked out for being a pig.

Luci's eyes flick to his hand on her shoulder, catching sight of the injuries he's sustained. It almost physically hurts her to look, deep down in her core.

"Stop, you have to stop this!" Luci would grab him if she knew where it wouldn't hurt. "You're going to end up dead if you try again, understand?! Am I getting through to you, or do I have to drill it in some other way?!!"

She scans over his arms, legs, and face again, trying to take it all in even though each wound wormed its way into her brain and made that voice louder-- the one that said she could've done better for his sake.

"I bet I do-- I bet you're already planning at taking another crack. Fine. Yes, I look like shit, I'm a mess. You want to take a guess at why? You're smart, take a fucking guess!"

He shifted a little to the side to make more room for the blond. He fights a wince when he does. It's annoying as hell, how much he hurts, but he can't let it be seen. If he shows weakness now, then he's letting them win. He can't let them win. He has to be strong. And that means laughing it off and forcing himself forward even if he's falling apart.

Xanxus watches the bob of Ryouta's Adams Apple while he drinks his Gatorade. In a way, he wishes he wasn't so injured. He would love to take the younger man out onto that dance floor and show these people how it's done. But as it is, he's barely holding his glass without dropping it.

"Did she?" he puts the glass down before he turns to look at Ryouta fully. He is definitely going to have more scars on his face once the stitches come out. "It's not untrue. I lit their trailer on fire." He didn't sound sorry for that at all. Like being beaten this badly was worth it. "And then I got to spend some quality time with them. It was a great vacation. Real kinky." So long as he makes jokes about it, he can pretend that it wasn't as shitty as it was.

He scowls at her and there's a growl in his throat. He's an injured beast and he's been cornered for too long. He knows it's not her. He knows she's yelling at him because he deserves it, but he can't help it. He's hurting and tired and angry and wearing a fucking paper dress.

His temper starts to flare. He doesn't even notice it at first, but the large mark on his face has started to slowly spread. More and more marks and scars, deep ugly burn marks start to bloom over his skin, like he's burning from the inside out.

"Of course I am! They did something, Lucifer! That fucking bitch did something with her goddamn voice. I couldn't fight back. I couldn't do anything. THEY CHEATED!" That was the part that pissed him off the most. Because he's sure if they hadn't done...whatever that was, he would have easily kicked their asses.

His chest is heaving and some of his bandages are staining red. His hand is shaking on her shoulder. "So I'm going to make them pay. They're going to fucking pay. Every mark they made on me, I'm going to carve 15 into them. I'm going to do that! So that they never do whatever fuckery the did to me on you. To you or the rest of my goddamn family!"

His hand falls away then. His scars have spread fully. "And you look like shit because you thought they'd come again. Well, I won't let them. I won't stop until I know that my family is safe from them."

"Having seen your dick at the Fest, I don't blame them." Yes, Tooru had been one of the people who had seen the dick off between him and the 'puppy shark' and was happy that Xanxus' had been (much) bigger than the other asshole.

He walked over to him, and then sucked in some air. Holy fuck this guy was in bad shape.

"Ah, glad to know that Pride Medical staff is the bottom of the barrel. I had thought as much." He walked around, trying to decide whether or not he should try to convince the man to go to the hospital, a real one, when he finds, yes, the back door is open, and there's a mother fucking brand on his ass.

"That's..." Predator's symbol, he didn't say. He got the impression it wouldn't be smart to say. He wasn't sure if he was more afraid of upsetting Xanxus, or of discovering the fact one of Pride's bands was bunch of sick sadists. "Should I come up with a false tip to give to the police?" He asked lightly. He wondered if the police could actually get into Pride HQ.

Unlucky for Xanxus is that Ryouta has good eyes. He doesn't say anything though. He's... he doesn't think he has the place to say that. He takes his drink and sips at it, watching Xanxus.

"She and Jamie told me about they did to you guys," he said. "So I think they deserved it." He reached over to put his hand on Xanxus' thought better of it, so set it next to Xanxus' hand and gave it a nudge to show solidarity. "I'm sorry they took you again. I wish I could have helped. Somehow." Because he has no idea how he could help. This was so beyond him. "I... if you want to vent, I'll listen." He could do that. That's really all he could do.

He paused, and then, because it was on his mind and he needed to say it now before he lost his nerve. "Also, can I have Tsuna's wallet back?"

Edited 2015-12-07 05:04 (UTC)

Holy shit...

That's the only thing Luci registers as the scars start to spread over Xanxus' skin. At first she thinks it's blood, but it's not the same color, the spread pattern is wrong, it's not blood. It's coming from him.

She's never seen anything like it, and so it's scaring the life out of her. Was this something Predator had done to him? Or the hospital? She'd seen Xanxus angry plenty of times, and this had never happened. What was she supposed to do? Seeing the marks has taken nearly all the wind out of her sails, she can't shout when she's watching something she doesn't understand happen to Xanxus.

"They'll kill you next time," she says, her voice barely at her normal speaking level. "And then who's going to tell me that I didn't do anything wrong?

"I look like shit because I exhausted every resource I had to find you, and no one could tell me anything. I thought they might come again, yes, but the only thing I could do was wait here for you to come back-- so you could tell me this wasn't my fault either."

Luci runs her hand through her hair, nails digging at her scalp to keep herself together. She wasn't going to lose it, this isn't the time. "You're not the only one who thinks of us as family, Xanxus. For days I knew they had you, that they were torturing you, but I couldn't do anything except wait until they graced me with your presence. Is your need to hurt them so great that you have to put me and Yuffie and Fetch through that again?"

Most likely.

Yeah, there's a twitch in Squalo's cheek again. But in the end he'll just scowl and stick his tongue at the other man like the mature adult he is. "That's not what your singer thinks." Yeah not quite your mom but is your bandmate really any better?

No reason to be shy about a nice ass. Unless you've got something to hide. He's not even sure why he does it, but he steps toward the elevators. "Sure, since that task's obviously too much for you."

It's not like he and Xanxus are friends or anything, but Terry talks enough to the likes of Yuffie and Luci to note something's been off recently. And seeing him here, it occurs to him that he hasn't seen the guy since the festival.

Terry slips into a seat next to him at the bar, with his old drink and a quiet, "you look like shit." Because that's the way to start a pleasant conversation.

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