RP log: Oshitari and Tachibana

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Date: a day or so ago
Rating: PG13 for language
Summary: Tachibana runs into Oshitari and... they manage to not kill each other. Barely.


Kippei was in a hurry, and not looking where he was going. He'd been playing basketball, by himself, sort of, because there still wasn't a team here and that just sucked. Shooting hoops was about the best he could do here, but it was better than nothing. Today had not been a good day, he hadn't seen Shinji since breakfast this morning, all his teachers had been a pain in the arse and he was tired. Basketball had been meant to let off some steam, but it hadn't helped much.

He was hot and sweaty and heading for the showers, and paying little attention to anything as he wondered if Shinji was out of class or training yet, and whether he would be in their room when Kippei got back. He didn't even see the person he ran into until it was far too late, the collision jarring him from his thoughts as he muttered an apology and righted himself. Absently he noted that the random person in his way had the same color hair as Shinji, and he frowned. Oshitari? What the hell.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in some annoyance, because really he hadn't had a good day so far, but Oshitari was about the only thing that could make it worse.

Oshitari's eyes flashed coldly, painstakingly brushing himself off where Tachibana had run into him. If there were anything that could disrupt the continuing enjoyment of his day, it was conversing with Shinji's fool boyfriend.

"It would appear I am busy being run into by thoughtless people," he drawled, bored. "Do you never look where you are going, Tachibana-kun?"

Kippei growled at him. "You make it sound like I've run into you before. Fortunately, I've managed to avoid you before this. Trust me, I have better things to do than run into you. And my thoughts are none of your business."

"Don't you mean the lack, Tachibana-kun?" Oshitari sneered cheerfully, tone clashing with the frosty glare he was treating the other mutant to.

Honestly, if Shinji weren't so inexplicably enamoured of him, Oshitari figured he could amuse himself quite well reducing Tachibana to a mass of jibbering fear, as he had done to their previous doctor. Pity Shinji actually cared for the fool.

"I have plenty of thoughts, and none of them concern you." Kippei's lip curled as he looked dismissively up and down the annoying mutant. What the hell Shinji saw in him, Kippei couldn't figure out. He supposed Shinji wouldn't like it if Kippei gave him a black eye. But he was pretty sure it would improve his looks.

"As if I am overly concerned about any thoughts of yours, Tachibana-kun" Oshitari shot back, in that acidly sweet pleasant tone. He made no move to step aside, however. If Tachibana wanted to leave, he could feel free to move himself, though Oshitari much preferred it to be over a very high cliff. It would only improve the scenery around the Brotherhood if it were absent one surly, brainless earthmaster.

Kippei shoved him, tired and annoyed and he really wished he hadn't run into the creep today. Or any day, for that matter.

"You're overly concerned about too many things, why not that?" he shot back.

It took a great effort not to slap back at the idiot with his power. Oshitari fixed him with a lethal glare at being touched, much less shoved. Shinji or not, if he attempted it again he would be sorry.

"Perhaps because you simply do not rate the effort to bother, Tachibana-kun. Though that can change at any time..." he near growled, pleasant tone gone.

Kippei took a step back, eyeing him with a wary glare, aware that a real fight between the two of them would likely be in Oshitari's favor--their powers weren't very evenly matched. About all Kippei could do would be to drop the school on him, and while satisfying, he had a feeling that would cause more problems than it solved.

"I don't, but Shinji does?" he snarled. "You can change that at any time, too." Part of him winced, a little bit guilty. Shinji liked this guy, for whatever reasons, and it was hardly fair for Kippei to tell him he couldn't have any friends. But why the hell a sneering bastard like Oshitari? Jerk.

"Why should I change that? I happen to enjoy his company." Oshitari set a hand on his hip, a gleam of promised death in his dark eyes. "Your obsession with Shinji-kun was amusing before. Cute, even. Now it is quite annoying, and very boring. Perhaps you should look into some hobbies that don't include alienating others to your lover," he spat back, still unable to conceive of why Shinji would bother with this one. Then again, one could never understand what motivated the other blue-haired mutant.

Kippei ignored most of that, gritting his teeth as he tried to figure out the answer to the question. If there was one. "I don't like you," he burst out finally, scowling. "Why does he like you? What do you want?" He shook his head in frustration, knowing that he didn't really have a reason, but unable to shake the feeling that he wanted Oshitari to stay the hell away from Shinji, even if...there was no good reason.

A malicious, thin-lipped smile bloomed on Oshitari's face. "Ah, I see. It must be some nefarious plot of mine to acquire his attention, steal him away from you perhaps?" Not that the thought hadn't crossed his mind at one time or another but he was quite sure Tachibana was implying something more than just rescuing Shinji-kun from what was surely a dull relationship with a fool.

"Since I am sure that's your opinion on the subject, I don't believe I'll tell you what I want. I'm quite sure you'll disapprove...not that I really care." His smirk widened as he moved fluidly around Tachibana, intending to leave him with that. Let him chew on the possiblities since he so loved to speculate.

What the fuck? Kippei's hand shot out and grabbed the other man's wrist, jerking him to a halt. "What the hell do you know about my opinion, I don't give a damn if that was your plot since I am very sure that it would fail. As a matter of fact I highly doubt that it was, especially since you have as much as said that it was not, and at the same time confirmed that you DO want something, and not only that, but something you know I won't like. Whether you care or not is of no interest to me--I want to know what it is. Now." He glared fiercely at Oshitari, releasing his wrist but staying tense, ready to stop him if he tried to leave again before Kippei was done interrogating him.

"I think not." Oshitari's voice became as sharp as his eyes, his tone dropping into sub-zero temperatures. "My relationship," he stressed the word fractionally with narrowed eyes, "With Shinji-kun is none of your concern. Or your business. Neither are my motives, be they malicious or benign." He was seething inwardly at being grabbed...only the thought of Shinji's disapproval kept him from doing something guarenteed to make the other man gouge out his own eyeballs. "For one that doesn't give a damn about my 'plots', Tachibana, you certainly insist on knowing everything."

"I said," Kippei ground out through his teeth, "I didn't give a damn about that one. I am certain you are capable of plotting things I certainly would give a damn about and whatever it is, I intend to stop you."

Breathing heavily, he took a step back in an effort to refrain from decking the bastard, as that would definitely backfire pretty damn quickly, and he wasn't so angry that he did not remember what Oshitari could do to him when sufficiently provoked. Right now, though, Kippei himself was rapidly approaching the level of sufficiently provoked to go ahead and drop the whole damn hallway on him, nevermind the consequences.

"Your motives concerning Shinji most definitely are my concern, and my business. Shinji is my business, and you had damn well better remember it."

"Of course, ever the dutiful boyfriend, aren't you?" came the venemous reply, Oshitari's glasses gleaming a bit from the angle of the light streaming in from the nearby window. He smiled abruptly, maliciously. "If I wanted him, in that way, don't you think he would be mine by now, Tachibana? You would cease to be even a blip on his radar. Actually, you should be on your hands and knees, kissing my feet in gratitude that I make it a point never to share my opinion of you with him. You do realize you aren't very well liked here, don't you Tachibana? Shinji is most likely the reason you have yet to be gutted on sight."

Oshitari was beyond caring about the words he flung at the younger man...it would get back to Shinji, no doubt, but he wasn't about to let this insufferable fool order and manhandle him around.

"You bastard," Kippei spat, hating the man with a pure, intense rage that made the walls and floor shake in spite of his best efforts at controlling it. "How dare you suggest that anything about Shinji is yours to give or take away. He makes his own choices, including for some unfathomable reason, that you are his friend. IF you were his friend, you would respect that. I would gladly gut you on sight, but for the fact that Shinji likes you. I have not, and will not, say anything to him about how absolutely and totally I despise you, unless and until I see evidence of you actually harming him--but I've no doubt you are capable of it, and whether that is your intention or not, if you do I will drop this entire fucking school on your head, down to the last brick."

His hands curled reflexively into useless fists, and restlessly he forced them to relax again as he fixed Oshitari with a gaze of fury that promised a hail of fire and brimstone if he could only figure out how. Abruptly his lip curled in contempt, and he nearly snarled it. "Go to hell." Kippei shook his head derisively as he turned to walk away, giving up on getting anything out of him. Damn creepy son of a bitch.

Such an original threat, Oshitari thought, watching the asinine fool turn to leave. He was completely unmoved by the shaking hallway or the promise of violence. Cocking his head just so, he abrubtly smiled, lighting his eyes with an eerie look of cheer, despite the fact that he was still holding back the brunt of his anger.

"I'm positive you'll precede me there, Tachibana-kun," he said pleasantly, with barely veiled poison under it. "For the record, I believe your stupidity is perfectly capable of hurting Shinji-kun as well." His voice dropped, an artic, death-filled tone as he added, "Should it happen, you won't have the luxury of having a building fall on your head. I promise you that."

With that, Oshitari swirled around on his heel, striding away before he allowed himself to think up a reason to do so anyways.

He made a mental note to visit with Shinji-kun much more often.