becoming the hunter instead of the hunted

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[This was sick, this was cruel. This was impossible and Sora didn't like this one bit. There might be a few holes following in a uneven pattern along a hallway's wall. But it's okay, it was just a Saïx. No big deal, right?
Hope not, because he wasn't "himself" per-say. He heard about the body swapping, yeah but Sora never thought it would happen to him. Now he was in the wrong body at the wrong time with so much rage boiling inside him that he could kill someone. Though he'd resist the urge, he wasn't a murderer. Saïx was, not Sora. Not him.]

God make this end quickly...

[[Body-swapped with you know who below~]]

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[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[... stops his searching to stare at him.]

Like you didn't know this before? You've seen me do pointe work. Don't act stupid, it doesn't work for you. It only works for Soras.

[pulls out a bandage, kicking his backpack a little to the side.]

Raise your arms.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Ha. ha. Very funny. If only Riku knew, but he might end up telling the other once Riku was done with the new bandages. Raising his arms like he was instrucked to stare at the wall with a slight smirk on his face from the irony of it all.]

Guess I'm just not myself today~

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head as he bandages him, applying pressure whereever needed. this Riku's pretty neat--probably why he can still move. he winces a few times due to his sore feet, before finishing the job.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

I'm guessing you've been practicing hard.

[Entice him with a little smalltalk to keep his wary mind at bay. He was close to snapping from the lack of sanity in that mind that didn't belong to him. Watching the other's every move so he wouldn't let his thoughts wander.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I let my feet rest first, though. Worrywart. Or something.

[bends back down, zipping up his bookbag.]

Who did you mess up this time.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Messed up a Sora and a Namine this time. Really, can't seem to consume my time with anything else but torturing the weak.

[Yes, he was being sarcastic, but his voice might have sounded pleased. He couldn't tell, it was hard functioning with no emotion. He hated it, or at least-he knew he would hate it if he could.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[he slows, seeming... almost hurt by his words, though he shows it with an annoyed face.]

If you need something to take up your time, come watch me dance or something.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Nothing interests me at this point. So watching you dance would only consume time I could easily spend tormenting someone and watching them scream in agony.

[He didn't mean to be bitter, to be cold. But he was consumed with thoughts of every memory he had from Saïx, it was brutal. It was horrible to know just how much Saïx enjoyed watching him writhe in pain everyday...]

I'm sorry.

[He knew he shouldn't be so mean, it was against his better judgement. Even if he couldn't mean the apology, his mind knew it was necessary.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[... eyes him.]

You're different. Who are you?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Well. That didn't last to long. He released a faint chuckle, looking to the ground with raised eyebrows.]

Guess I'm not good at this. I'm Sora, though you probably don't know which one. I've never seen you before.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[sigh.]

Knew from the moment you actually let me bandage you up. The real Saix puts up a fight and asks questions about things. Don't mess up his body. Or your head.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Well I can't find any reason not to let you help.

[Glares.]

I'll do what I want, it's not my body.

[His tongue clicked on the roof of his mouth, resisting the urge to slam his fist in to Riku by breaking his gaze to glare at the floor instead. He was indeed in a foul mood.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

[looks back into his eyes.]

Excuse me? So because it's not you're body, you're going to do what you want with it? I think you've got it backwards.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

No, it's not like..

[Sighs, placing his head in his hands to think for a moment. His anger was slowly subsiding, relaxing his tensed muscles with the few seconds of silence while he collected himself.]

I won't do anything, it's just I could care less about this body. Especially the person it belongs to.

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Most people wouldn't care at all, so...

[heavy sigh.]

If he gets back and his body's hurt or whatever, he'll take it out on people. ... more than he does already. It's just not smart.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

...

[Clearly, he hadn't considered that.]

Okay, maybe I'm better off locking myself in a room....

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you probably are.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Is that my only solution?

[He'd love some input, maybe another idea instead of keeping himself caged.]

[timedstep.livejournal.com]

... guess not. You could always seek out anger management.