a thousand cherry blossoms dissolve into the night

[mementosola]

[The year is 2038, and for some people turning twenty, there is celebration. A feeling of reaching adulthood, or at the very least, an unhealthy amount of booze.

For other people, there's running clear across Setagaw when time stopped and exploding a Harvester in a single, casual gesture. She's not worried there are too many; she's worried about what certain people may have done to thin out the numbers.]

Retsu!

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[withoutmercy]

[He's going to keep a hold on her hand while he closes and locks the window behind her.]

I'm amazed. Normally she over-waters it so much that I think it's raining outside, at least once a week.

[He sighs.] It's big enough for me to walk across in ten paces. I wish I had somewhere better to take you.

[mementosola]

Over-watering will wilt them too...Wisteria are delicate.

[She turns to smile at him, perfectly calm.]

You're here. That's all that matters to me.

[withoutmercy]

Well...

[He shrugs helplessly, but smiles at her, then lets go of her hand and spreads his arms.]

Here I am. Here is what little I own, besides the car. You're welcome to everything here, even if it isn't much.

[mementosola]

If that's the case...

[She's going to start yanking up your shirt while you're undefended. Don't think she forgot about those injuries. :|]

[withoutmercy]

[Well, yeah, They're still there -- his regenerative abilities keep them from doing so, but there's some deep bruising and a few wide gashes in his torso. Actually, it's a little creepy, they should be bleeding, but instead there's like a mesh of chains in the way.]

[For his own part he'll just shrug his shirt off to let her do this. There. Damage aside, this might be one of the clearest shots she's had since he's just standing there.]

[mementosola]

[And if she weren't focused on his wounds, she might be taking advantage of it. As it is, her hands are warm again, pressed right against the wounds to speed the healing as best she can.

Of course, given she's now running her hands all over his chest, he might notice her hands are very soft and very delicately fashioned.]

Ahh, these are worse than usual, how many were there...

[withoutmercy]

[His breathing gets a little ragged as she does this, both from the fact that closing wounds isn't pleasant in the slightest, and the fact that yeah, she's running her hands all over his chest.]

A lot. They're getting bold again. Maybe they realize we're the only ones left in town.

[mementosola]

[She doesn't notice for now, but her hands do come to rest so her right hand stops just over where his heart should be.]

...I wonder if that's what they wanted all along. Spread out like this, there's no way we can stop it at the source.

[withoutmercy]

[Then it comes to rest on top of a scar that should have faded by now, but if anything has gotten more pronounced as time's gone on. And with her that close, direct eye contact is happening.]

The other cities need heroes too. If they can't be here, then I'll just fight harder for them.

[mementosola]

...Until this vengeance swallows up your heart? There has to be a way to end it before it comes to that.

['All of our sources seem to grow stronger and stronger. I'm worried...'

When your friends are powered by vengeance, nothingness, and hatred, it's probably a valid worry.]

[withoutmercy]

[Placing a hand on her hers, since she's still feeling the scar on his chest.]

Vengeance can't swallow up my entire heart if you're still in it, right?

[...Retsu: only smooth on accident.]

[mementosola]

W-wha...

[CRITICAL HIT! It's super effective!]

[withoutmercy]

[He'll lean in a bit, and... now it's his turn to kiss her cheek. It seems he wants to let her decide when the first kiss is, but he will whisper while he's that close.]

So. Even if you're not as powerful, you see, you've saved me.

[mementosola]

...That's cheating...[Stupid mindreader. She is apparently deciding it's now, since she's pushing him back just enough to kiss him.]

[withoutmercy]

[No rejoinder on his end. He's not really good at this whole smooth thing. But he is at least a decent kisser, and she's getting held to that bare chest of his?]

[mementosola]

[Well, her hands do slide down his chest to his hips, but she isn't actually entirely sure where to go from here.]

...I...have to admit I'm kind of winging it, here.

[withoutmercy]

Are you sure you're not too drained for this, Hisoka?

[Because seriously her powers have been kind of insane today. He strokes her cheek, while he waits for a reply. He's waited two years, he can wait a little longer.]

[mementosola]

I don't know.

[She can't lie, she's exhausted.

But on the other hand, she's still basically right against his bare chest.]

[withoutmercy]

Well. I guess we'll see.

[And with that he leans in to kiss her again, and this time, it's not nearly as gentle or chaste as the first kiss.]

[mementosola]

[It turns out, he may have a definite advantage in this arena, because while she's doing her best, she's very easily flustered and swept off her feet, as it were.

She's doing her damndest to make a show of kissing back, though.]

[withoutmercy]

[It takes a good, long moment before he decides to pull back a step, to better get a look at her. Sure, he could read her mind, but he'd rather just see how she reacts.]

Maybe we should take this away from the window?

[mementosola]

Ah...[She's red as his jacket now. Now she knows how he always feels which, in it's way, is vengeance, ain't it?]

R-right...

[withoutmercy]

Wow... you're really cute when you don't know what to do.

[He gently grabs her hands, since they were on his waist already, and pulls her back into the apartment, toward his bed. Kind of to the point there, Retsu.]

[mementosola]

Y...you don't have to take revenge for this...

[She goes pretty willingly...and he only gets half a second of warning from her thoughts before she trips him and pins him to his bed.]

Of course I don't know...this is a new situation for me, here.

[withoutmercy]

[Half a seconds warning is all that he needs to break his fall so this doesn't go awkwardly terrible, and he doesn't try to fight the pin. What he does do, though, is put his hands on her waist.]

Well, we can go slow, then, if you want. After all... it's your birthday.