Reading Rainbow

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Augusta...?"


Augusta heard Kris's words but the sound was distant. All he could feel was his heart pounding in his chest. It was so... so loud... He had never heard his heart beat so fast before. It was so fast it hurt, he couldn't breath, everything was getting fuzzy. He coughed and tried to get air into his lungs but nothing he did worked. " I--I can't...I--I c--can--can't b--brea--breat--" he said between deep gasps for air.

"Fuck!" "GLORIA!!" "God."

Gloria was halfway down the hall, heading towards the nurses station downstair when she heard it. First it was a yell, so a scream. There's a difference, a yell is for anger an pain, and scream is for fear. Then she heard a heart bpm monitor go off. And then her medical brain turned on, she twisted on her heels and ran. Now, Gloria was a beautiful lady hat's for sure, she was strong-willed and nice, her hair was like chocolate and she was very... well endowed... But the brain between her ears was almost as good as Augusta's. She just had more common sense then Augy did.

Gloria ran into the room, shoving Kris aside, yelling at him angrily, " STAY OUT OF THIS!!!" Four other nurses came in. Gloria had one nurse watching the heart monitor and the other three ran around like chickens with their heads cut off, trying to get what Gloria wanted. Augusta laid down on the bed, trying to speak but he couldn't. Only Kris would be bale to hear Gloria's voice. " He's losing consciousness!! WHERES MY FUCKING CRASH CART!!!!" Gloria by far, had the worst temper by any woman's standards, even Sarah couldn't compete with it. The nurse at the vitals machines was glancing from Kris to the rest of them nervously, her eyes begging him not to get involved. The heart rate machine was going off like a spastic child, beeping at odd points, then it started beeping faster, really... really fast...

" I'M FUCKING LOSING HIM!!! WHERE IS MY GOD-DAMNED CRASH CART!!! WHAT THE HELL AM I SITTING AROUND HERE FOR!?!?! CHRISTMAS!!!!? I'M LOSING HIM!! I'M LOSING HIM!!!"

The heart monitor stopped then, dead in it's beeping tracks and the crash cart hadn't showed up. Gloria wasn't phased, she just started this herself. "WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING MYSELF!!!" she yelled. One other nurse tilted Augusta's limp head back, Gloria then, not caring about anything else at the moment, performed CPR. Which wasn't something every doctor here knew how to do. In fact, most didn't. She clasped her hands together and performed the chest compressions saying loudly...

" Fucker, don't you die on me!! Bastard, I'll go all the way to Hell to beat your ass!!! Don't you croak on me!!!"

[Kristopher Roberts]

He always wondered how those close to other patents dealt with this when their family, friends, and loved ones got sent here...under this kind of situation. Now he knew, it was a horrible feeling one that made him weak at the knees.

He had frozen to his spot from where he had been shoved, all he could hear was Gloria's words. They just floated all through his beinging. He was losing Augusta. He was losing him...and the crash cart wasn't here. No one was working, the nurses where staring at him as if he had failed...telling him to stay back.

He didn't move, not for a long time as his single eye was showing nothing but shock, fear, and then a sudden rage. Was this some kind of sick joke? What was this...no, Augusta wouldn't do this too him, not Kristopher. He said he wouldn't. He said...he said..

Kristopher approached the bed but did not get in the way of the nurses who worked around him, he would be of no help and within the hour he would see his weakness and knew he wasn't fit for this, not with Augusta. He was failing at keeping his love alive.

Failing.

His booted foot kicked the edge of the bed and he screamed at Augusta, "YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T LEAVE ME YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! IF YOU LEAVE ME I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL GO T YOU'RE GODDAMN MASTER AND I WILL PISS HIM OFF SO BAD! SO BAD THAT I'LL GO BLIND, DEATH, AND DUMB, FOLLOWED BY BEING MADE INTO A VEGGIE! THEN I'LL COME DOWN TO HELL WITH GLORIA AND KILL YOU AGAIN!"

Yeah....that made a lot of sense! A nurse pushed him to the side but he didn't stop, "YOU HEAR ME?!" He yelled, trying to get a reaction, a breath of air, a beep on the monitor but nothing was coming and his body was shaking. Shaking as tears started to form in his eyes. He couldn't do anything, he was frozen with fear, screaming like a child as if that would do something when he was supposed to be doing the CPR and Not Gloria. He was supposed to be helping...protecting but he was failing, like everything else he did in life.

"Augusta Davingoun! I DEMAND YOU MAKE THAT MONITOR BEEP RIGHT NOW! OR ELSE!" Or else what? What the hell could you threaten a dying man with? Seriously? The blond was losing it.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Gloria tried again and again. She could feel the last heat from Augusta's skin on his hands as she tried her best to start his heart. She was stressed beyond belief, she had known Augusta since he was young. She had seen the boy through thick and thin. She had known Kris for an eternity. Then she saw them come together, fall in love, fall apart. She had been here through everything. But the thing that hurt her the most, was that she had always, somewhere inside her, cared for Augusta more then any friend should. But she wasn't going to let her feelings get in the way. She felt his body shake when she pressed, she was going to force the life out of him. The heart rate monitor was flat-lining.

"YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T LEAVE ME YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! IF YOU LEAVE ME I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL GO T YOU'RE GODDAMN MASTER AND I WILL PISS HIM OFF SO BAD! SO BAD THAT I'LL GO BLIND, DEATH, AND DUMB, FOLLOWED BY BEING MADE INTO A VEGGIE! THEN I'LL COME DOWN TO HELL WITH GLORIA AND KILL YOU AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME?!"

Then Gloria broke, she kept performing CPR but she started to cry as she did so. Nobody had ever seen Gloria cry. " P--please Augy.... Please don't do this to me..." she wept. She knew this moment would haunt her. Augusta's black eyes were wide with fear, frozen that way, his hands clenching the bedsheets. Mouth open like he was screaming for mercy. Gloria had seen a lot of death in her 28 years, but she never had someone she cared for die. Not like this.

"Augusta Davingoun! I DEMAND YOU MAKE THAT MONITOR BEEP RIGHT NOW! OR ELSE!"

The other nurses tried to pull Gloria away, " he's gone Gloria... Gloria just... Just let him be--" But Gloria fought them when they tried to move her, she wept and screamed. " HE'S NOT GONE!!! HE'S NOT GONE!!!" she cried.

"YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T LEAVE ME!"

Sure Kris had said that a minute ago, but it's what seemed to force Augusta from death. Those lines are the only thing the 'dead' seemed to have heard. Augusta's eye widened and he gasped loudly for air like a beached whale. His back arched and his hands grasped the sheets like a life line. Tears started streaming from his eyes as he pulled in air like he had never had it before. Every nurse in the room was shocked.

beep....beep...beep...beep...

" Back from the dead, huh? How GOD-DAMNED FUCKING CONVENIENT!!!" Gloria yelled at him as the other nurses started to calm down the technically 'zombie' Augusta.

[Kristopher Roberts]

It felt like his world was falling apart as he looked at Augusta, still without life in his eyes, no air flowing through the longs. He suddenly felt horrible alone in the world. As if someone just pulled out his soul and shattered into nothing and then do the same to his heart.

The nurses tried to pull Gloria away, Kristopher pushed one to the side, "Shut up, he isn't gone!" He yelled but it was a weak well. For he was afraid the boy he loved was gone, leaving him forever and making Kris have to live in this world by himself once again.

He didn't think he could live without Augusta then the realization was kicking in once again. He was crying even though he heard the beeps come to life again and Augusta breathing like a fish, gasping to fill air in those once empty lungs.

He was back from the dead and Kristopher felt as worn out as an old shoe. He didn't say a damn word as he looked at the sickly raven haired male. He just stared at him as if he had been betrayed and broken and yet releved at the sametime. He was at Augusta's side in a heart beat though, hand clinging to Augusta's, squeezing the life out of it.

"Don't you ever do that to me again, you fucker..." He said to Augusta who probably was barely even aware of what was going on. The blond was twiching though, he felt as if he was going to explode and the stress was seriously getting to him far more then it should.

He needed to smoke, he wanted to taste the killing smoke enter his lungs and cycile through him. He needed something, but he wouldn't go, no, he would stay with Augusta until he knew he was safe, alright...something. He looked to Gloria, with a thankful experssion but deep down, feeling useless like a piece of trash.

She saved his life when he couldn't because he freaked out, and let Augusta die...some doctor he was...hell some future wife. The blond put his free hand over his face then, as if it would keep him together. Much like Gloria, Kristopher would never forget the face of death...ever.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta felt sharp pains all down his spine, he had seemed to gain a thundering headache, and now people seemed to be yelling at him. He could barely breath and already nurses were poking and prodding at him like some kind of animal. He didn't quite actually notice that he had died, technically. He didn't notice until Kris came up and grabbed his hand, he gasped and panted as he watched the nurses, but soon his black eyes met Kris's.

" Kris... Kris I--I'm so s--sorry..." he said through slight tears and panting, " P--please... don't.... I--I never w--want to go b--back there... " he said, seeming just a bit delusional. He was though, now not only could Augy say he was the Rebel Leader, The Watchmaker, and the resident handy-man, but that he was also one of the few slaves in Wonderland who had escaped death. What he saw before he died was a mystery to him, but coming back from the dead had to be something special. The rumors would start spreading in about ten minutes though, he was for sure.

" K--Kris..." he said again, his breathing finally slowing down, " Kris... please... You're hurting me..." he said, trying to free his hand from Kris's death-grip. It was a broken hand after all, and Kristopher seemed like he wanted to break it all over again. " H--hurts... I'm sorry! I promised I--I'd never leave b--but... I... I'm sorry..." he said. Augusta was a very smart guy, but when it came to impulses, Augy always acted on them. So when he wanted Kris's embrace, he took it. He sat up, putting one arm around the blonds waist to support him as he laid his face against his counterpart's chest. And as the usual Augusta, he began to cry, not the whiny kind, the real kind.

Now Augy mostly blabbered through his tears but he actually got out some words in between, " Please.... I w--was so sca--scared... I don't e--ever want to b--be alone... I always w--want to be with y--you!!" he said through tears. The nurses just about had a conniption when Augy moved so quickly right after going through Cardiac Arrest, but Gloria screamed and chases after them, I kid you not, with the extremely late crash cart. When all the nurses had fled. Gloria stood in the doorway. After shoving the crash cart down the hall of course.

[Kristopher Roberts]

The blond (failed) doctor had no idea what he was doing to Augusta's hand. He didn't even realize the pressure he was putting on to the injuried hand. Not until Augusta had said something, then the blond instantly released the hand and tried to take a step back.

Not to get away from Augusta but so he wouldn't suddenly hurt the other, he was already in enough shock already as well as stress. So much shit had happened in such a short amount of time...Kristopher wasn't sure what was really happening anymore. But he didn't get far as Augusta suddenly leaned up and grabbed him around the middle, crying.

Kris was lost in his own world, he didn't hear any of the words Augusta was saying but later on he could remember, and would never forget them just like he never could forget that haunting look Augusta wore on his face as he was officially dead for a short time.

Dead. Augusta.

It had rocked Kristopher's world and not in a good way. Slowly, blinking a few times with a look of mixed emotions, he slowly reached down and removed Augusta's arms and hands from him. The forced him to lay back down, not roughly but gently as if he was afraid that if he put too much pressure on his love he would break like a toy.

"Calm down..." Kristopher said so softly it was nothing more then a muttered whisper. The blond looked distant with all of his shock. "Settle down before you hurt yourself. I'm not going anywhere..." But was Augusta? Kristopher couldn't answer it, he wouldn't. He was so lost, so confused and emotions going every which way. He had already cried the most that he ever did in his life, a total of three times today. Three because he was crying right now, silently. Trying to deal with his failure to help, his cowardness, Augusta's injuries and his sudden death/revival.

What was he supposed to do?

God he needed a smoke. Right. Now.

But he couldn't get one, not right now...not until he got Augusta settled down.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta loved this, this comforted him, Being able to hold Kristopher close. In his little Hell, he couldn't. He never wanted to be separated from Kris ever again. He never ever wanted to see that darkness ever again. He didn't think he could handle that again. The afterlife for a couple seconds didn't seem as horrible as the feeling of dying was. He hated the process, he couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't breath. It was horrific.

"Calm down... Settle down before you hurt yourself. I'm not going anywhere..."

Augy felt Kris pull him away and put him back down on his back. The nurses were gone, except for Gloira, who walked up and gently starting fixing his vitals and such. She sighed as Augy looked up at Kris like he was hurt by the blonds actions. Gloria looked over at Kris. " Kris... I'm going to relieve you of duty right now... I need to have a serious talk with a certain someone..." she said and when Kristopher didn't leave, she glared at him angrily. " Out. Now." she said and then began to push him out.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher didn't move nor did he say anything as Augy gave him a hurt experssion or when Gloria told him to leave. He just stood there, looking at Augusta as if he was lost. Then finally after Glora snapped and glared at him the blond flinched and pulled away from the bed.

"Alright." Was all he said as he turned to leave the room. "But I won't go far..." He said weakly and left the room without looking back. He was too afraid to turn and look at Augusta. So he left the room, closing the door silently, he walked down the halls. How could he be so weak, so stupid? If it wasn't for Gloria Augusta would of died and Kristophet would of let him...he had came so close to losing his love.

"God..." he said to himself, sliding his white shirt over his head that became to wet to wear from the sweat of panic. He shoved the shirt into his back pocket, not caring who looked at him and his tattoo glory. He lowered a hand to the edge of his pants where a crumbled cigarette box rested. Once again, he didn't care about the looks he got as he pulled out a stick and lit it by the nearest open window.

He turned into the window, sticking his head out and smoking, inhaling deeply and letting it out just as quick. He was smoking so fast, trying to get his nerves to settle. "God, how could I let him die...I'm not fit for this job...I can't even take care of the person I care about...what am I?" He asked himself softly, as his arms rested against the window, hands dangling weakly out the window, back hunched over.

"I...I..." he raised a hand and covered the side of his face with it. "I can't stand this place anymore." He was so confused, so lost and without hope right now. Augusta had almsot died and he did nothing...not a damn thing all because of Jou harming him so bad.

Then without warning, rage hit him so hard that he bit the window cell with his fist, he was going to see Jou now, he didn't care what Augusta said or did. He had a bone to pick with that demon of a boogie. Finishing his frist cig, he tossed away and lit up again.

Thinking, pondering, trying to decide how he felt about everything. How to handle things...how to get a grip on himself and his grief, as well as his sense of self being lost.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Gloria watched as Kris left, closing the door slightly. She then walked over to Augusta and sighed. She had to put the IV lines back in, during the fussing on his death, Augy had ripped them out. She started cleaning up his bloody wrist as Augy watched her. " Gloria... Gloria..." He said, " Kris... He's..."

Gloria looked over slowly, her amber eyes still teary. " He was really scared Augusta... You were... dead. How do you think he's handling that? He-- we were all scared," she said and sighed. Then she reached over and smacked Augusta across the cheek. Augusta gasped and his head turned. He put a hand to his face, " G--Gloria..."

" Don't you DARE do that again Augusta Davingoun, or I swear to god... it's not the Devil you're gonna be worried about." she said and walked away from the bed, " It's gonna be me..." she finished and walked out of the room, she had a nurse direct her to were Kris was and she headed that way. She saw him shirt-less and sticking his head out a window. Then as she got closer she saw him smoking. She came up from the side and smacked him on the back of he head. Not hard, but enough to sting. " Kristopher..." she said darkly, " You will not be doing that in my hospital..."

Love how it was Gloira's hospital now.

" Really, aren't you sick enough? You need alcohol right now kid, nothing with tobacco in it is going to solve your stress. But actually, you need to go do something else..." she said but then sighed. " Kristopher... but one thing you need to find out, you need to find out what's going on. With Augy's immune system, he wouldn't have gotten that sick easily. And whatever he did to piss Jouhnin-Sama off so bad.... There's something going on backstage that people don't know about. And I suggest you find out what that is... and quickly... before something like this happens again..." she said and smiled. She then walked up and hugged him tightly before stepping back and walking down the hall.

" Be safe Krissy!!" she yelled and she waved and turned the corner.

[Kristopher Roberts]

--Whap!--

"Gak!" Kristopher went as he got hit on the head, not to hard but it still stung and it made him choke on his smoke from pure shock. He coughed a few times but soon enough, he was catching his breath normally again. He turned his head to see it was Gloria who hit him. He frowned at her. "I'm not smoking in the hospital, technically, it's outside dear." Kristopher told her, leaving his arm out the window as his body turned to face her, fingers flicking ash away.

" Really, aren't you sick enough? You need alcohol right now kid, nothing with tobacco in it is going to solve your stress. But actually, you need to go do something else..."

"Alcohol won't help me, Gloria. All that does is dull the mind and makes matters worse. I have loose tongue when I'm drunk, you know that and it wouldn't help matters. At least the old nictoine gets my nerves under control...and I don't do it often. You know that." Yes, Gloria knew Kristopher used to be a smoker way back in the days of when he arrived here, but he soon stopped after his ninth or tenth birthday. However, he was back to the habit due to stress that he couldn't handle.

Kristopher... but one thing you need to find out, you need to find out what's going on. With Augy's immune system, he wouldn't have gotten that sick easily. And whatever he did to piss Jouhnin-Sama off so bad.... There's something going on backstage that people don't know about. And I suggest you find out what that is... and quickly... before something like this happens again..."

He sighed softly, tilting his head towards the window, taking a long drag as he listened. When he spoke, smoke flew from his lips like ghostly vapers. "I plan too...I...it's just taking me a long time to go through the books to find out what it is...I have some ideas...but I don't know." He paused then, his blood boiling at Jou's name. "As for Jouhnin, don't worry about it." Yeah, cause Kristopher was going to take care of it, even if Jou tried to take him out of the picture.

"And this won't happen again. I'll make sure of it. One way or another."

He said nothing more as Gloria hugged him and then left. "God, what a mess." He sighed. "Why can't I just have some peace in my life. Is it that fucking hard?" He flicked his second stick away, not lighting a third he turned away from the window, touched his eye patched and sighed softly.

"Time for a hunt, sorry Augusta, I'm not going to listen to you right now." With that said, the blond left the hospital in search of a bastard known as Jou.

[Jouhnin Takanami]

Ahhh yes, and speaking of Jouhnin, he was actually resting today. Well, not like Boogies do any real work anyway, but for this story, lets say he needed a day to rest. So he decided to take the day off, his life had been a bit stressful and he needed some time to recuperate. Jouhnin had been living in his families large property out past the garden as of late, because of recent rebel activity, Jou didn't find it safe to be in the palace. He wasn't just anybody yah know, he was one of the most powerful Boogies around lately. Except for Tristan and that... that damned Corvus!!

Oh there was some bloody history there, that's for sure.

The Takanami residence was a three level traditional Japanese style Shiro (castle). The bottom level consisted of three rooms, a large main room, a kitchen and a dining room. Bedrooms were all on the second floor, there were 6 total for all of the Takanami family. And the highest story held the library, training room, and various other rooms needed there. The whole building was very traditional Japanese style. Because the Takanami's heritage was Japanese, the whole family embraced it in every aspects, staying very strict though. They only stuck to the historical aspects. Jouhnin was the eldest son and Head of House, and the only 100% gay Boogie in the whole family. Then there was Jouhnin's younger brother and sister, both very close in age, but the sister was older and therefor heir to the name. Then the twins, and then the youngest sister. There were others, many cousins, uncle and aunts and etc. But they either lived on Takanami property, or they lived with the other Boogies. But one things for sure, you can always tell whose a Takanami. Every being in the family has the same two traits, ridiculously large height, and black blue-ish hair. But really, everyone in the family was a giant.

Jou sat in the main room, sitting next to the large family Totatsu, long legs stretched under the small table. His Yukata draped over his shoulders he was smoking a long wooden pipe, he was infamous for smoking when he was annoyed. There was a tea pot and two cups but one cup was empty. He leaned forward and set the pipe down before filling his glass and sipping it. Then he heard something, his youngest sister seemed to be telling him that someone was here.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Yeah, someone was here alright and it wasn't a boogie either, a human came into the room where Jou was currently located. In fact the human was Naelona's slave and the sickly one at that. He didn't even greet the boogie as he came into the room, shirtless still and eye patch covering his useless eye. The blond had his hands within his pockets, staring at Jou carefully with his single working eye.

Kristopher said nothing for a moment as he watched the freakishly tall and 100% Gay boogie that was breathing in more rainbows then Kristopher ever could in his life time. Then after a moment, the earring and tattoo earing human spoke.

"Why the fuck did you beat him into a bloody mess?" His voice was sharp and too the point as he walked up to Jou but kept at a reasonable distance for the time being. Even if Kristopher wasn't totally stable at the moment he wasn't a total moron either. "He defies you a lot, granted, but he's never crossed the line to the point you almost fucking killing him!" he wanted to scream, wanted to rage at someone, anyone for the three minute death of Augusta before he ws revived.

He needed to blame someone, other then himself, so why not the Master of Augusta? Futhermore, fuck the lines of of slave and boogie, fuck the whole rules. Kris was going to follow them. "What made you hurt him so badly?" he asked his voice deep with anger, wondering if Jou even realized that Augusta hadn't been himself at all as of late. At all.

The blond hands clenched into fist within his pants pockets, trying hard to resist the urge to hit the man that caused his love to die...almost die on him. Who almost stole him away.

"I want some answers, Jouhnin." He didn't even use proper terms with the boogie. How rare.

[Jouhnin Takanami]

Jou was very surprised when a shirtless blond slave came waltzing into the room, without permission and without good cause. But once he actually took a good look at him, Jouhnin realized who it was. Kristopher. Dammit, what did this kid want now. " Why is it that when I'm trying to relax, you're sorry hide shows up?" he muttered, practically talking to himself. Jou sat down his tea cup and put his hands on the table.

"Why the fuck did you beat him into a bloody mess? He defies you a lot, granted, but he's never crossed the line to the point you almost fucking killing him!"

Jou looked over slowly and then back towards the large sliding door that was currently open. He stared at he beautiful forest located behind the Takanami's property and sighed. He then used the table to brace himself as he stood, his whole 6 foot 11 inches. He looked over at Kris with a amused look on his face. " Such harsh language... yah know... I figured you would have given up on him by now... you're such a waste of his time..." he said, not really answering his questions at all.

"What made you hurt him so badly? I want some answers, Jouhnin."

Jouhnin ran his hands through his long black hair and sighed. He turned and face the blond, tapping his bare foot softly. " You want answers? Funny, aren't you the one who marched into my home, when I'm barely even dressed, trying to relax, and you expect me to follow your orders..." he smiled that evil smile of his. He walked over to Kris as a casual pace, " I think you must have hit your head boy because last I remember was that I could break your neck without even working up a sweat..." But Jouhnin was in a bit of a gracious mood. He walked up to Kris, leaving only a few steps between them.


" Fine... If you want something from me... I give it to you... but for a price..." he said softly. " Is there something of value you could possibly give me for the answers you seem to desire so badly...?" He reached out and snatched Kris's wrist, holding it up, and with the height difference it made Kris stand on his tip-toes. " How about this..." he said motioning to the watch on his wrist, " It's not Davingoun made... and utterly beautiful... it must be his isn't it? His from back home yes?" this 'him' being Augusta. " How sad that he gave away the most important thing he had away to such a pathetic waste of life..." he said darkly.

" The watch?" He asked, waiting for Kris's reply.

[Kristopher Roberts]

" Such harsh language... yah know... I figured you would have given up on him by now... you're such a waste of his time..."

Jou was hitting buttons and on purpose too, Kristopher was certain of that. But he said nothing as his green eye narrowed into a thin slit from hearing such a phrase. He wouldn't give up on Augusta, Jou should of realized this by now. Kris had stayed by Augy for a long time now, even when he lost his memories, he was still by Augy and would remain so until he died or worse.

You want answers? Funny, aren't you the one who marched into my home, when I'm barely even dressed, trying to relax, and you expect me to follow your orders... I think you must have hit your head boy because last I remember was that I could break your neck without even working up a sweat..."

The blond still yet to move nor did he step back. He was too busy being pissed to worry about himself and if he wanted answers...he was going to get them one way or another. "I expect you to answer my questions like any normal person would when concerned for a loved one." Why was Kris even doing this, he normally didn't act like this...it only happened when Augusta was harmed did Kris get this way...so protective, such a piss ant.

Kristopher watched the boogie approach him, the blond stood his ground and looked up at Jou with his glare still in place. " Fine... If you want something from me... I give it to you... but for a price...Is there something of value you could possibly give me for the answers you seem to desire so badly...?"

Kristopher jerked back, a failed attempted at freeing his wrist that Jou suddenly snatched. The blond let out a growl, "Let go." The blond barked, not wanting to be touched by this foul boogie he had little to no respect for at all. "I don't want to play your stupid games of equal trades!"

How about this...It's not Davingoun made... and utterly beautiful... it must be his isn't it? His from back home yes?"

Kristopher made another motion to jerk his wrist away. "No. I will give you the other watch, but not this one." He stated evenly with a dead pan voice, had flinched into a fist, his knuckles turning white. "I have two others. You can have one of those."

How sad that he gave away the most important thing he had away to such a pathetic waste of life..."

The blond twitched this time and a snarl came to his face, he so badly wanted to reach up and bitch slap the hell out of Jou. He was fighting the urge not to hit him...so hard...Jou needed to be hit but he needed to try and not harm the boogie. He had information.

"I just said no. Any other watch or anything else you can have but that. Besides, I don't even know if you will tell the truth to me." Ah, smart human.

[Jouhnin Takanami]

"Let go. I don't want to play your stupid games of equal trades!"

Jouhnin smiled, he held the blond's wrist tightly, so that his moving was useless.

"No. I will give you the other watch, but not this one. I have two others. You can have one of those."

Jouhnin frowned, " I never said I wanted either of those you meddlesome blond..." he snapped back, pushing the blond backwards as he took a step towards the nearest wall.

"I just said no. Any other watch or anything else you can have but that. Besides, I don't even know if you will tell the truth to me."

There was a smirk on the Boogies face now. He let go of the blonds wrist and chuckled, " Fine... Keep your watch, I'll take something more important... I'll have to wait a bit though... I can't defile whats your if he's sitting in a hospital bed now can I?" he asked with a smile, a fucking sick and twisted smile. Jou then turned and walked back to the table. He sat down on the edge, making him considerably shorter. He crossed one leg over the other and beamed with pride.

" So... what did you need to ask me again, little blond harlot?" he asked, his voice bitter to the very end.