ic; god that was strange to see you again

[shirasaki]

( puts mamoru being cute here because i can )

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[shirasaki]

[ He's not used to this. Usually he's always the caretaker, one way or another. Takano had tried to help him out, sure, but with them it was always more of an equal thing where they mutually tried their best for each other. But with Kaito, Haruto, even Ariga back when he was his temporary Messiah.. it always turned with Mamoru looking out for other people rather than anyone looking out in this sense for him. Not that he ever minded, it was just the way things were. It was the way he liked things, being able to take care of others and help them out feels like it's his role in life.

But right now that table is completely turned over. Here he is, lying on the bed and sobbing against her, Kiraki's hand trailing through his hair like a mother comforting its child. (Maybe this situation is not that surprising in that sense - Kiraki has always been a little bit like that, even if it was never really needed with Mamoru. She had always been the type to help out others and comfort them-- and protect them by kicking some ass, on top of it. Even when they were younger.)

It doesn't feel fair that she's trying so hard to comfort him when he's the one that did her wrong, but he's too emotional to really try and properly protest against it. The touch is just a little too nice and his chest a little too tight and..

Mamoru tries to steel himself. He has to be a little stronger than this - he has way too much to make up to her, he has way too many things to set right. He can't just remain here like a child when that's never been his role in life.

Slowly the trembling of his shoulders stops a little bit, his breath hitching a few last times before he tries to suck in a deeper breath once more. He lifts his face a little bit, enough to be able to at least look her in the eyes, no matter how red and puffy his own still might be from the way he was crying just now. ]

I.. from now on, I'll protect you, Kiraki. [ No matter how. It doesn't help that they're stuck with an even more dangerous job than Section 4 had ever been, and there's the rule that you aren't allowed to be friends or lovers with anyone but your Messiah, but-- he can't just let this slide. No matter how secretive he'll have to be about it, he just can't give her up like that, not after hearing this.

It's the only thing he can do to make up for all of it, after all.

He uncurls one hand from the fabric of her coat, moving it up to his face to rub his cheeks dry. ]

I won't let you suffer like that anymore.. I-- I promise.

[tsushima]

She looked at him, her lips pressing into a thin line. She didn't break eye contact, and took a hold of the hand he brought to his face. She folded her fingers around his and closed her eyes briefly to collect her thoughts. Her right hand remained in his hair, knotting there as she concentrated. She took the hand that she held and pressed it to her lips. She kissed the back of her fingers, leting them linger against her lips before letting them rest against her collar bone.

Mamoru, you aren't always going to be able to protect me.

[She said this with a confident serenity in her voice. One of certainty and conviction.]

You're only human. You're going to mess up and fail sometimes.


But no matter what, none of that is going to make me stop loving you. You don't have to make anything up to me. All I need is...

[She took tis hand and placed it against her cheek.]

All I need is you alive and here with me. As long as it is in your power. I just want you to be by my side, and I'll be by yours, okay?
[What little control over her voice she had began to break down. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her face against the crown of his head. Willing her self not to cry anymore.]

[shirasaki]

[ It's hard for him to just accept that. Sure, there's a part of Mamoru that's down to earth enough to realise that she's right, but there's a much larger idealistic part of him that just wants to do absolutely everything he can to protect the people important to him, to make as much people as he can happy, one way or another.

He doesn't want to think about that right now. Not now, not while the revelation of the reason why Kiraki killed her father is still raw enough in itself. He needs a moment to deal with that first, and maybe then he can move on to more.

Moving a little on the bed, Mamoru manages to pull himself fully onto it to a spot where he can lie there more comfortably. Rolling onto his side, he finds a position where he can lie there while holding her, resting his forehead against her own. ]

.. Alright. I'll promise that then. [ Because it's not like he wouldn't have done the same even if he didn't promise - he certainly doesn't want Kiraki to have to be on her own after she liked him for so long and he didn't even realise, after she went through so much just because of him. ] As long as I can, I'll keep living, and I won't let go of you.

[ .. metaphorically, that is.

Although he certainly doesn't have any qualms with how comfortable it is to be lying here together, to feel the way she fits so nicely in his arms. ]

[tsushima]

[Her face bloomed into a smile at long last. Her heart beginning to feel with a little more joy than pain. She had always been protective, but she never thought of her on the same level as Mamoru because she was so violent. Her first instinct had always been to beat up anyone who hurt her friend. (especially when she found out that Haruto had been bullied for years. She showed no mercy than) She probably shouldn't have been surprised that her instincts had lead to this. Murdering a man in cold blood. The worst part was is that she knew she would do it again in a second. ]

[She gave a dry laugh]

Well that's lucky, since I plan on doing the same.

[Perhaps she should just let him feel guilty, let him feel the pain. She couldn't just tell him to change how he felt. There was going to be more hardships to come. Sneaking around this organization since there was no way that they could stay apart now.]

It still hurt, but lying like this with him, was more than enough to make her able to bear the pain.

She kept her ankles wrapped around his lower leg, nudging him towards her so he was as close as he possibly could be. She placed a hand on his left hip, flipped his uniform coat out of the way so his leg could straddle her thigh. Not caring how close was too close at this point. Her hand rubbed circle absentmindedly on his upper thigh. She meant to be comforting, but she herself could be strangely oblivious in certain situations as well.]

[shirasaki]

[ There's some relief that they've at least been able to get over the worst of the issue. Even if there's still edges to it that'll sting both of them, it's at least no longer a secret hanging heavily inbetween both of them. They both know now, so they can both slowly start to work it out together somehow too - one way or another.

.. except there's a whole different problem coming up. Again, actually. Because no matter how innocently Kiraki might mean the gesture, there's no way even someone as oblivious as Mamoru can stop what it does to his body. With their legs entangled like that, the two of them pressed so close together, her hand running over his pants without the uniform in the way.. he can even feel her chest pressing against his own. It's not bad, and it's warm, but it's a little too warm and he doesn't know how to deal with it this quickly.

He doesn't move, but his body does squirm a little under her touch.

(God, she's so pretty too, up close like this - or he thinks so, anyway. Did he just never pay real attention to it before? ]

Kiraki..

[ It's not even a real protest. It's just him mumbling her name, sucking in a breath as he tries to deal with the current situation. He keeps holding onto her with one arm, lightly carressing the skin of her cheek with the other - maybe in an attempt to try and ignore the awkward tightness he can start to feel forming down in his pants. ]

[tsushima]

[The way he says her name, a little bit of tension causing his voice to waver just a little. He's so close that every deep timbre of his voice seemed to reverberate through her. And even better, it was her name that fell from his lips.

She looks into his eyes. Warmth and love tinted with just a little uncertainty.

She was aware of their situation, and knew how futile anything of this nature was. But she was feeling just a little selfish. He wasn't pushing her away, he still clung on to her, even though she could feel his situation intensifying against her thigh.
She just wanted a little more. At the very least work on getting their god-forsaken uniforms off. They were tolerable at best but at their worst (at that moment) the stiff fabric just felt like it was suffocating her.]

Mamoru...

[She changed the rhythm of her strokes against his thigh, her hand across his hip before trailing it up his chest to his collar. She tugged at her own zipper as an invitation. Then in one motion she pressed her lips against his and started pulling his zipper down, slowly as not to overwhelm him. She kept her kiss gentle, and her motions subtle. She loved him, she didn't want to scare him. ]

[shirasaki]

[ The combination of the sudden feeling of her lips on his once more combined with her tugging on the zipper of his uniform immediately makes a surge of.. well, Mamoru doesn't quite know what it is, but it sure makes something surge through him. Her kiss seems to have a distinct sort of flavor to it that he didn't think kisses would have - maybe it's a taste that belongs only to Kiraki, even though he doesn't exactly have comparison material (and is plenty fine with not having any, honestly).

It all feels a little overwhelming, but there's something so soft and gentle and genuine about her movements and the touch of her lips that he can't exactly reject any of it. It feels nice. Kiraki may be a lot like a waterfall that suddenly crashes down on you (she always has been, really, not even just in this aspect), but it's a very nice and warm kind of water, he thinks. It's why his lips easily start to move along to hers, and he lets her hand do what it wants to his uniform, closing his eyes.

His own hand wanders a moment later to find her zipper as well - just letting her do this and doing nothing in return is something Mamoru would never be able to let himself live with. But since he's still trying to focus on the kiss with his eyes closed, his hand definitely ghosts right across her breast over her uniform for a moment, making the blush on his cheeks flare up once more before he finally manages to latch onto the zipper itself.

That totally wasn't awkward, okay. He's a pro at this, clearly. (A lot of genuinity goes into it, though.) ]

[tsushima]

[She grinned against his lips as she felt his hand brush across her chest. Although she certainly liked taking the lead, she didn't want him to just lie there like he was tolerating it, she needed that response. Feeling his lips respond to her caused the faint throbbing sensation below her abdomen to increase. She barely knew any more than he did. All she knew was how to keep their teeth from scraping together. (and how to keep someone from cutting their lip on the other's teeth like what had happened last time.)

He was warm and soft, and just so gentle that it put a distinct yearning in her heart. somehow despite all of the hardship he had been forced to endure. No matter what happened to him, he never became calloused, his heart was always open and trusting. Everything about him made her want to protect him, to make sure that nothing in the world could ever corrupt or harm him. He was still beautiful, with hope that things would always work out in the end.

With his zipper finally undone, she let her hands trail lingeringly over the thin fabric of his shirt. While he certainly still had his baby face, years working in Section 4 had left him hardened in other ways. She placed her hands against his collar bones gently caressing and pushing his coat off his shoulders. Not wanting to go too fast so that he could still catch up. She hoped that he could infer that everything she was doing to him, she wished he'd do for her. She adjusted her position, arcing her back and making room for him to respond. Her hands caressed his shoulders and she let out a little moan before breaking briefly for air. Letting her eyes flutter open to see his face.]

[shirasaki]

[ Mamoru doesn't realise it, but he's just gaping at her for a moment. The moment Kiraki breaks contact just enough for both of them to take a breath, moves away just enough to see his face, Mamoru's mouth is definitely just hanging open for a moment. Her hand moving across his shirt, their legs still completely entangled, that moan against his lips.. how is he supposed to react any other way to that? It's already enough to try wrapping his mind around the fact that he's lying here so close to her on the bed - that he's doing this with Kiraki, a girl he thought was dead only a little while ago. A girl he used to laugh and joke with, who he had dinner together with plenty of times, who was always like a bright light in his life -- had he already been feeling this way for her all this time?

The thought passes through his mind as he finally moves to start unzipping her coat as well, pushing it off her shoulders a little already when it's open a bit before tugging on the zipper more. But the more he opens it, the more he suddenly realises what she's wearing under her coat. He figured it'd just be something fairly normal like he's wearing under it, not something so.. tight.

Not to mention the point he realises it is when his hands are already moving across her waist. Mamoru sure doesn't pull back his hands, but it might be more because he's frozen like a deer in the headlights of a truck than because he's just instantly okay with this situation. And with both of their eyes open, it's very likely she'll notice the way his face turns red once more. ]

Kiraki, you're..

[ .. wearing.. that..?? Under your coat??? ?? HOw does he dEAL???

Apparently today is just awkward boner day for Mamoru. All the way. Nothing could make this worse. (If only he knew.) ]

[yuurikaito]

[Kaito walked down the hall way with his holo-drive clutched tightly to his chest. Ariga had been gone from him and Mamiya's room(off to take advantage of Kiraki's absence in her and Umie's room. Although Ariga didn't tell anyone about that), so after doing one of his favourite vulnerability checks, he had gone to his friend's room who was eager to hear what else he had learned about the veritable fortress of a firewall that protected this school.]

He was eager to tell Mamoru all about it too. He had seemed a little distressed after the joint briefing. While he certainly had the answer in front of him, as usual he simply chose to...ignore that factor.

He pushed the door open.]
Mamoru, Mamoru are you here?

[His eyes shot open when he saw them. Mamoru was lying there, jacket half off with...with...that woman wrapped around him.

He had known that she was alive for a while now. It was one of the first things he had learned when he started hacking Section 5.

It had never occurred to him to tell him. She had only ever been a nuisance.

Mamoru... He began, his voice quivering. What is she doing here?