[ He probably still does, and he probably will for a long time. ]
Fuck that. I have experience. What's --
[ Squalo hasn't managed to straighten up fully yet when he's being pushed back down. His balance is already shot to hell, essentially standing on one leg, so down he goes. And smirks. ]
[ And grabs Feitan's fucking ankle that's kicking him down with his free hand, trying to run him through with the sword while he thinks he's got him anchored. ]
[ You may need to hurt him a little more to stop him from fighting, babe. ]
(Not a smart thing. Grabbing him by the ankle only means that he's concentrating his aura on his foot and he steps on the wrist to pin him while there's another dodge of the sword. Sneaky motherfucker.)
What's what?
(And Feitan's own sword dances towards Squalo's neck, gently cutting the surface just to get a few drops of blood off of it.
[ Fuck. Squalo growls, turning in a last ditch attempt to free himself from being stepped on with another swing of his sword. And then he feels that familiar cool steel on his throat, and goes still. ]
[ Fuck. ]
[ He doubts Feitan believes in surrender. Squalo certainly doesn't. Then again, they've also been quite lenient on each other so far. Still, he can't make himself drop the weapon; instead he just goes sort of limp, tilting his head slightly backwards as if to get away from the blade, but he still has his teeth bared in that manic grin, and he's maintaining eye contact. ]
[ Damn, the small guy looks hot from here. The blade against his skin just makes it more so. He swallows. ]
(This is why Feitan likes Squalo. Because they're so painfully similar that they both know Feitan won't hesitate into sliding that neck, although the blade is teasing more than puncturing as if it's a symphony of violence that Feitan plays.
And without warning, Fei sinks the blade against the muscle. Squalo is gone from the time being. Not that it really matters to Fei, as he just jumps over the body and goes back to his book, sips on his coffee, like nothing big has ever happened between these walls.
When Squalo comes back, Feitan's already showered and in a sweater, eyes closed as if he was meditating. He can definitely be seen, but he's shut his aura so damn well that it feels like there's not another soul in the room. He cannot be sensed - it's called Zetsu, and he doesn't turn it off when he hears the door open.)
[ True to himself, Squalo dies with a grin, and possibly a boner, gayly defiantly staring Feitan in the face even as blood bubbles past his lips. A couple moments later, the fire goes out in his eyes, and he goes still, red pooling under him and slowly dying his spread out hair. ]
[ It's after midnight that he wakes up in his bed with a gasp. He doesn't move for a long while, the room spinning before his eyes, his whole body aching. At least he doesn't feel sick to his stomach this time, so eventually he decides to make another attempt to get that goddamn coffee. ]
[ It seems that his little friend has left, he concludes as he drags himself toward the lounge. His instincts are excellent, and he's pretty good at sensing a presence - the complete emptiness suggests he's alone. ]
[ He pushes the door open and ]
[ KASJHKJAS MOTHERFUCK HE'S STILL HERE?! ]
[ He actually flinches a little in surprise when he sees him. How. What the hell. His lips curl slightly in something between a grin and a bare of teeth. ]
I didn't technically leave.
[ Yeah, just because he's not mad enough to tell you to get out for this doesn't mean that he won't be a little bitch pain about it. He's very pointedly making his way to wherever he'd left his phone. ]
(Motherfucker is still here, for sure! Listen, Squalo asked to die. He knows better than to tell a merciless murderer to finish the job and expect him to offer a hand for him to get up again. It matters very little that Fei actually does like this particular motherfucker. He'll come back, anyway.
Gently, he continues his state of Zetsu when he stands up, and he'll even be as nice as to pour the coffee for them. Poor Squalo.)
[ Listen, he had his honor as a warrior to think of. Either he wins or he dies, anything else is unacceptable. Speaking of which, he's absolutely salty about earlier. He still takes the coffee, though. That's one fucking long way around to get some coffee, seriously. ]
[ He looks distracted, but despite the sickness he feels, he's already mentally replaying their fight, looking for things he should have done differently. ]
Ish. [ Looooong sip. Did you miss him? Oh hey, maybe he's about to say something romantic -- ] What's "nen"?
[ Haha, yeah, no. He's got one track mind and he has to get to the bottom of his defeat. ]
(Feitan allows the small of his back to touch the coffee table, both hands taking the mug before it's elevated to his lips. It's a good coffee, and he allows his eyes to close to take the taste in.
Or, well, he was enjoying it until Squalo asked something important.)
[ Oh. That sort of thing. Squalo groans a little. ]
Can't you do it in thirty words or less?
[ But fine. Fine. He needs to know. Which means he hauls ass to retrieve a notebook and pen (or, possibly, parchment and quill considering this place) from near the door, and half-heartedly throws it at Feitan. ]
[ He does a double-take when said presence is back. What is this shit. He glances at his coffee just to make sure Feitan's coke or some laundry detergent hadn't somehow make it there. ]
[ He leans forward, focused on the circle. He may not seem like much of a study, but he can be attentive when he chooses to. His eyes do dart to Feitan for a moment. ]
That's kind of random. [ Does he mean like, sunlight or ]
[ wait a minute. ]
[ He thinks he saw something like a miniatiure fucking star in the far distance during the battle. Was that by any chance -- ] I'm gonna need more details on that.
(Even Feitan is slightly taken aback by the intensity of this interest, woa, he thought it was going to just be a boring Nen 101. Alright? He shrugs his tiny shoulders.
Worth of mentioning that Squalo is probably the person who's seen Feitan's face the most. He hasn't put on his bandana in days, look at that. With a sip first, he starts to explain.)
I am transmuter. I change quality of aura to thing. I transmute quantity of pain received, into aura, into mini sun. Boom. Scorch.
[ somebody might have a burning people to death fetish. totally unrelated to his longtime crush on his boss. nothing to see here move along. ]
[ Also whoa, the privileges just don't stop coming! Sure, there's no reason to overdress at home. Squalo has probably noticed that it's unusual, though. He does so enjoy feeling special, not that he needs any particular reason to do so, but it's still extra nice when there are some. ]
[ He listens to the eloquent explanation. The ending reminds him a little of Yamamoto trying to describe his technique with sound effects and feels the tiniest pang of longing. Then he shoves it all to the side so he can focus on the now. ]
Hey, that sounds amazing. [ And he sounds genuine. There's some wonder in his eyes and all. ] Received? Does that mean you gotta take damage to do it?
Yes. Even little damage make sun. No hold back. Almost kill Spider.
(And this is why the Troupe has no idea what Rising Sun looks like. They'd expressed they've wanted to see it, but then again, it's the fucking SUN.
Not a wise thing to stay around for. Oxygen lacks, atop of the scorching heat that dissipates the skin and muscles from inside out. Almost an ode to Meteor City's desert.)
Best friend control person from phone. Nen adapts to person personality.
[ Yeah, that gets a whistle out of Squalo. He knows that Spider is super important, so he doubts Feitan would purposefully target them, and as collateral damage... that has to be one fucking powerful technique. ]
[ He still wants to see it, though. It's fine, he's already died to this guy once, what's a few or a lot more? ]
[ That next example sounds like a load of bullshit, though. Isn't that the plot of most harem hentai? He squints slightly, considering -- ]
(Hold on. Feitan's gears are turning, language hard, language very hard? His eyebrows nearly knit together as he's full-on math lady, slowblinking when he thinks he got it.
He did not get it.)
... I not cheat you with special ability. Special ability not fuck?
[ Squalo's turn to be confused. Extremely. He's slow-blinking, unmoving, possibly pouring coffee into his lap while at it. ]
[ why are you talking about fucking right now dear god he created a monster ]
-- Che cavolo?!*
[ *"what the hell", except it's literally "what the cabbage" so if hell translation doesn't have an idiom update it's probably time for even more confusion ]
(WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT CHEATING AND CABBAGES??? SQUALO???
Feitan has no fucking clue what's going on, so he'll just throw his hands in the air and walk out of the table, mumbling to himself in Unknown Language TM about why the fuck is Squalo talking about cheating, and what does cabbage have to do with Nen, and what the fuck is going on???
[ Squalo is confused about many things, but what he's sure of is that Feitan is attempting to fuck off while grumbling gibberish and that just won't do. ]
[ So, he'll get his attention by throwing a fucking knife at him. ]
[ It's got a real nice spin and will embed violently into a wall/doorframe/demonic butler right in front of Feitan's trajectory. Stop. ]
Voi.
[ Squalo's gesturing at him extensively. It's part rude, part explanatory, part arrogant. ]
'M sayin' that you couldn't beat me in a fair fight.
[ SQUALO??? YOU LITERALLY STILL CAN'T STAND UP PROPERLY AFTER HE WHOOPED YOUR ASS, WHY ARE YOU PICKING ANOTHER FIGHT ]
(Again fairly easy for Feitan to dodge. He has a feeling this is just going to be how they communicate, so he doesn't even bat an eye at the display of violence. That's Troupe Communication too. It's fine.
Taking the knife from wherever it is that it's hanging from, Feitan throws it back, not an ounce of Nen, but with his full force (which, it's tremendous because anime and I don't make the rules) in Squalo's general direction. If it hurts him, all the better.
One thing that he found that he likes is stepping on the other man, so in use of his full speed, in less than a nanosecond, he's in front of Squalo with his foot planted directly on his chest and pushing so that he falls from the chair.)
Is fair. Nen is second nature. Not fault of mine you can't keep up.
[ Likewise, Squalo seems to avoid getting hit fairly easily, probably doing that anime thing where he shifts a bit or tilts his head so the knife flies right past him. Maybe cutting off a few hairs for added dramatic effect. ]
[ Hairs that will absolutely find their way into Feitan's underwear eventually, because that is just something that happens when you room with a long-haired creature. ]
[ It's a testament to how bad a shape Squalo is in that he doesn't even try to, say, grab Feitan's foot and yeet the entire torturer. No, he just crashes into the floor with the entire chair, clutching his head, and groans angrily. Is he done, though? Not a chance. ]
Bullshit. What, are you scared to leave it to pure sword skill?
[ he couldn't be digging that grave faster if he was using the entire force of the Ever Given excavation team ]
(Feitan has died one. Actually, Squalo happened to see him right after that, in his terrible mood and flu-like symptoms, hissing over the fact he died in a battle that he had no stakes on, no opinions, nothing. Seething, watching that bonfire and telling Squalo he bows to no one other than Chrollo Lucifer.
The game has definitely changed since then, because he's got his foot on the man's throat, pressing against his Adam's apple ever so slightly and allowing his giggle to echo in the air.)
You not understand. Nen is part of me, make stronger, but sword? Sword the way it is.
(And Fei descends, sitting on top of hips and once more putting his gentle hands around Squalo's throat.)
[ Oh, so that's why he had been so boring back then. Well. Good thing they got a chance to meet in a better environment, huh? ]
[ Squalo swallows, contemplating whether it's worth tipping his hand right now to prevent quite possibly dying a second time. He's had his throat torn out by a man he considered his best friend in Hell, but crushing would be something new. Even so, there's no fear in his expression. Only daring, and... fascination? ]
[ It doesn't change when he feels the fingers on his neck, even if he does raise his hands to hold onto the smaller man's wrists, not pulling yet, just as a warning. ]
There's no way anyone can move like that without magic. So no. Not the way it is.
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Fuck that. I have experience. What's --
[ Squalo hasn't managed to straighten up fully yet when he's being pushed back down. His balance is already shot to hell, essentially standing on one leg, so down he goes. And smirks. ]
[ And grabs Feitan's fucking ankle that's kicking him down with his free hand, trying to run him through with the sword while he thinks he's got him anchored. ]
[ You may need to hurt him a little more to stop him from fighting, babe. ]
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What's what?
(And Feitan's own sword dances towards Squalo's neck, gently cutting the surface just to get a few drops of blood off of it.
Holy shit, he's turned on. Help????)
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[ Fuck. ]
[ He doubts Feitan believes in surrender. Squalo certainly doesn't. Then again, they've also been quite lenient on each other so far. Still, he can't make himself drop the weapon; instead he just goes sort of limp, tilting his head slightly backwards as if to get away from the blade, but he still has his teeth bared in that manic grin, and he's maintaining eye contact. ]
[ Damn, the small guy looks hot from here. The blade against his skin just makes it more so. He swallows. ]
Go on. Do it.
[ Nothing like taunting to finish the job, huh? ]
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And without warning, Fei sinks the blade against the muscle. Squalo is gone from the time being. Not that it really matters to Fei, as he just jumps over the body and goes back to his book, sips on his coffee, like nothing big has ever happened between these walls.
When Squalo comes back, Feitan's already showered and in a sweater, eyes closed as if he was meditating. He can definitely be seen, but he's shut his aura so damn well that it feels like there's not another soul in the room. He cannot be sensed - it's called Zetsu, and he doesn't turn it off when he hears the door open.)
Welcome home.
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and possibly a boner, gaylydefiantly staring Feitan in the face even as blood bubbles past his lips. A couple moments later, the fire goes out in his eyes, and he goes still, red pooling under him and slowly dying his spread out hair. ][ It's after midnight that he wakes up in his bed with a gasp. He doesn't move for a long while, the room spinning before his eyes, his whole body aching. At least he doesn't feel sick to his stomach this time, so eventually he decides to make another attempt to get that goddamn coffee. ]
[ It seems that his little friend has left, he concludes as he drags himself toward the lounge. His instincts are excellent, and he's pretty good at sensing a presence - the complete emptiness suggests he's alone. ]
[ He pushes the door open and ]
[ KASJHKJAS MOTHERFUCK HE'S STILL HERE?! ]
[ He actually flinches a little in surprise when he sees him. How. What the hell. His lips curl slightly in something between a grin and a bare of teeth. ]
I didn't technically leave.
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(Motherfucker is still here, for sure! Listen, Squalo asked to die. He knows better than to tell a merciless murderer to finish the job and expect him to offer a hand for him to get up again. It matters very little that Fei actually does like this particular motherfucker. He'll come back, anyway.
Gently, he continues his state of Zetsu when he stands up, and he'll even be as nice as to pour the coffee for them. Poor Squalo.)
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[ He looks distracted, but despite the sickness he feels, he's already mentally replaying their fight, looking for things he should have done differently. ]
Ish. [ Looooong sip. Did you miss him? Oh hey, maybe he's about to say something romantic -- ] What's "nen"?
[ Haha, yeah, no. He's got one track mind and he has to get to the bottom of his defeat. ]
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Or, well, he was enjoying it until Squalo asked something important.)
Find pen and paper and I explain.
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Can't you do it in thirty words or less?
[ But fine. Fine. He needs to know. Which means he hauls ass to retrieve a notebook and pen (or, possibly, parchment and quill considering this place) from near the door, and half-heartedly throws it at Feitan. ]
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(And the pen and paper is going to be needed later on.)
Technique for manipulating life energy. Many different application. Make person stronger.
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[ That... sounds a lot like the Dying Will Flames, actually. Which he helpfully doesn't mention for now. ]
Give me some examples.
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(For starters. Now that he releases Zetsu into a much more natural state, it's almost like he's alive again. Tangible.)
Is principle. Nen serve for many things. Everyone use Nen differently.
(And he'll draw an hexagon, circling the first tip to the right.)
I am transmuter. I transmute aura from pain into sun.
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[ He does a double-take when said presence is back. What is this shit. He glances at his coffee just to make sure Feitan's coke or some laundry detergent hadn't somehow make it there. ]
[ He leans forward, focused on the circle. He may not seem like much of a study, but he can be attentive when he chooses to. His eyes do dart to Feitan for a moment. ]
That's kind of random. [ Does he mean like, sunlight or ]
[ wait a minute. ]
[ He thinks he saw something like a miniatiure fucking star in the far distance during the battle. Was that by any chance -- ] I'm gonna need more details on that.
[ Suddenly he looks extremely interested??? ]
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Worth of mentioning that Squalo is probably the person who's seen Feitan's face the most. He hasn't put on his bandana in days, look at that. With a sip first, he starts to explain.)
I am transmuter. I change quality of aura to thing. I transmute quantity of pain received, into aura, into mini sun. Boom. Scorch.
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[ Also whoa, the privileges just don't stop coming! Sure, there's no reason to overdress at home. Squalo has probably noticed that it's unusual, though. He does so enjoy feeling special, not that he needs any particular reason to do so, but it's still extra nice when there are some. ]
[ He listens to the eloquent explanation. The ending reminds him a little of Yamamoto trying to describe his technique with sound effects and feels the tiniest pang of longing. Then he shoves it all to the side so he can focus on the now. ]
Hey, that sounds amazing. [ And he sounds genuine. There's some wonder in his eyes and all. ] Received? Does that mean you gotta take damage to do it?
[ IF IT QUACKS LIKE AN M... ]
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(And this is why the Troupe has no idea what Rising Sun looks like. They'd expressed they've wanted to see it, but then again, it's the fucking SUN.
Not a wise thing to stay around for. Oxygen lacks, atop of the scorching heat that dissipates the skin and muscles from inside out. Almost an ode to Meteor City's desert.)
Best friend control person from phone. Nen adapts to person personality.
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[ He still wants to see it, though. It's fine, he's already died to this guy once, what's a few or a lot more? ]
[ That next example sounds like a load of bullshit, though.
Isn't that the plot of most harem hentai?He squints slightly, considering -- ]So what you're saying is --
[ he finally gets it! ]
-- you cheated me with
magica special ability.[ Oh. ]
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He did not get it.)
... I not cheat you with special ability. Special ability not fuck?
(What the shit, Squalo?)
... Nothing to cheat, right?
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[ why are you talking about fucking right now dear god he created a monster ]
-- Che cavolo?!*
[ *"what the hell", except it's literally "what the cabbage" so if hell translation doesn't have an idiom update it's probably time for even more confusion ]
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Feitan has no fucking clue what's going on, so he'll just throw his hands in the air and walk out of the table, mumbling to himself in Unknown Language TM about why the fuck is Squalo talking about cheating, and what does cabbage have to do with Nen, and what the fuck is going on???
It's a real relationship.)
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[ Squalo is confused about many things, but what he's sure of is that Feitan is attempting to fuck off while grumbling gibberish and that just won't do. ]
[ So, he'll get his attention by throwing a fucking knife at him. ]
[ It's got a real nice spin and will embed violently into a wall/doorframe/demonic butler right in front of Feitan's trajectory. Stop. ]
Voi.
[ Squalo's gesturing at him extensively. It's part rude, part explanatory, part arrogant. ]
'M sayin' that you couldn't beat me in a fair fight.
[ SQUALO??? YOU LITERALLY STILL CAN'T STAND UP PROPERLY AFTER HE WHOOPED YOUR ASS, WHY ARE YOU PICKING ANOTHER FIGHT ]
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Taking the knife from wherever it is that it's hanging from, Feitan throws it back, not an ounce of Nen, but with his full force (which, it's tremendous because anime and I don't make the rules) in Squalo's general direction. If it hurts him, all the better.
One thing that he found that he likes is stepping on the other man, so in use of his full speed, in less than a nanosecond, he's in front of Squalo with his foot planted directly on his chest and pushing so that he falls from the chair.)
Is fair. Nen is second nature. Not fault of mine you can't keep up.
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[ Hairs that will absolutely find their way into Feitan's underwear eventually, because that is just something that happens when you room with a long-haired creature. ]
[ It's a testament to how bad a shape Squalo is in that he doesn't even try to, say, grab Feitan's foot and yeet the entire torturer. No, he just crashes into the floor with the entire chair, clutching his head, and groans angrily. Is he done, though? Not a chance. ]
Bullshit. What, are you scared to leave it to pure sword skill?
[ he couldn't be digging that grave faster if he was using the entire force of the Ever Given excavation team ]
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The game has definitely changed since then, because he's got his foot on the man's throat, pressing against his Adam's apple ever so slightly and allowing his giggle to echo in the air.)
You not understand. Nen is part of me, make stronger, but sword? Sword the way it is.
(And Fei descends, sitting on top of hips and once more putting his gentle hands around Squalo's throat.)
You sore loser.
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[ Squalo swallows, contemplating whether it's worth tipping his hand right now to prevent quite possibly dying a second time. He's had his throat torn out by a man he considered his best friend in Hell, but crushing would be something new. Even so, there's no fear in his expression. Only daring, and... fascination? ]
[ It doesn't change when he feels the fingers on his neck, even if he does raise his hands to hold onto the smaller man's wrists, not pulling yet, just as a warning. ]
There's no way anyone can move like that without magic. So no. Not the way it is.
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