'In Teeth' - [Reita/Ruki, etc] 3/??

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Title:  In Teeth
Chapter:  3/??
Description:  Reita might be slightly desperate.  And obsessed.  But with Uruha prancing around in nude tulle, Kai being absolutely useless, Aoi rocking out when he isn't being an idolized enigma on campus and some guy with multicolored dreadlocks showing up wherever he goes, well... he has his hands full.  If there's one thing he'll learn this semester, no one is who they seem.
Pairings:  Reita/Ruki, Reita/Uruha, Aoi/Uruha, Aoi/Tora, etc
Genre:  Romance, Drama, Crack, Supernatural(ish)
Warnings:  Randomness, cross-dressing, mentions of drug use

In this chapter:
With a salute at the threshold, Kai bid them a jaunty, “Good luck Aoi-hunting.  Don’t get rabies.”




Okay, that came out a little wrong -- if Uruha's wide-eyed stare was anything to judge by.

Reita quickly put his hands up and waved them frantically, “J-Just for the night!” 

But Uruha was still looking at him with watermelon-sized irises, caramel glinting in the dim lighting of their dorm and bowed mouth parted softly in a half gasp.  The skirt was dropped to the floor, the charred fabric landing with a crinkle, and the taller of the two did something Reita had never seen him do before.

He blushed.

Reita almost choked and continued to wave his arms around, “The club Aoi’s playing at is couples-only and – well.  Kai won’t let me borrow Mia and you like to wear girl stuff and you’re – ”

Uruha looked at him then, such a flash of hope in those eyes that Reita almost gasped himself.  He could vaguely remember that Kai was watching the whole scene from beside him, but in that moment of an awkward statement and the cusp of a serious revelation, it was just him and his oldest friend.  All those late nights staying up until midnight's collapse rushed through his mind – Reita talking about this girl or that girl, prattling on about cooties and lipstick and if it really made a difference, and Uruha listening, listening, listening until his eyes grew heavy and his head lolled onto Reita’s shoulder.  He didn’t know why the memory suddenly became so stark and there.  Like, if he could look close enough, he could see Kouyou – that meek kid with permanent grass stains on his knees and a bruised lip.  He could see Uruha from that night at Kaoru’s – utterly humiliated with eyeshadow smeared across his cheek and a limp at his side. 

Something said so out of place and that was mostly humorous in hindsight, if looked at sideways with your eyes squinted, shouldn’t have felt so monumental.  It shouldn’t have felt like a precarious cusp at their hearts.  But there they were – as if a brand new confession was taking place against their lips.

And Uruha’s eyes were starting to lower to the ground, the once vivacious and free spirited soul suddenly feeble and unsure – suddenly self conscious as he was inadvertently called out as a ‘second choice’ for an empty cause.

Dammit, and Reita couldn’t just let him stand there and look so damn sad, “And you’re… pretty, so…”

Uruha’s head shot right up, blush even more apparent as it dusted his cheekbones in a bashful rouge, eyes somehow wider than before.  Kai couldn’t seem to figure out how to swallow somewhere to his right, but Reita trudged on despite both stares he was on the receiving end of, “So, you’re coming with me to the club.  And you’re going to wear something nice.  We get in, I talk with Yuu, you have a drink, we leave.”

The auburn haired man slowly overcame his stupor and began to shake his head, “I don’t know, Rei-kun.  That last time was – ”

“ – I won’t let that happen.  You know I won’t.”  Reita immediately cut him off, a sharp edge to his voice – a deep seeded anger that resided in his heart ever since he touched those bruises on Uruha’s thighs after he found him sitting dazed on the floor in one of the many rooms of Kaoru’s house.  The memory still stung and it was obvious that Uruha still wasn’t over it – and for good reason. 

The younger looked down again, picking up the fallen skirt and sitting on the bed.  He turned it over in his hands, whispering, “I know.” 

He lifted his head and smiled. 

Reita didn’t have time to keep pussyfooting around the situation however as he felt Kai nudge his side, indicating that time was indeed ticking.  Clamoring out of his chair, he practically ran over to the closet and threw open the sliding door, “Great!  We leave in an hour and a half.”

“What!??  You expect me to look nice in an hour and a half!?”  Uruha catapulted from his bed and dashed towards the closet as well, ripping into it like no tomorrow.

Reita scoffed beneath his shirt rack, “Please, you could wear a parachute made out of tofu and look too nice.”

He was too busy sifting through his meager articles of clothing to notice Uruha pause and glance over at him, a warm light flickering across his face.

It was gone in a split second though as Reita turned his head to look at him – Uruha schooling his face into a more appropriate visage of annoyance and frustration, “So, get ready.”

Get ready, get ready for this.

Ripped tights and a cracked headboard as a billion hands were upon his flesh in a split moment of earth crumbling and sky shattering.  He was licking up pieces of clouds and his legs were tangling with their greedy fingertips.

Are you ready?

Sharks were nipping at his ankles – that desperate cry of ‘no’ drowned out by the pulsing music and that curling grin above him shushing him with a teeth-ridden kiss.  It hurt, it hurt but he was still gripping that torso with his legs, stiletto heels knocking together at the back.  Glitter was on his tongue, choking him and his mind – preventing him from screaming as lyrics filled his mouth and Reita’s name was lost beneath his lids as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Get ready…”

Uruha quickly closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, quickly grabbing the items he thought he would need before scurrying off to the bathroom.  He ignored Reita’s quizzical stare and Kai’s half formed question of concern, not opening his eyes until his back was against the bathroom door.  His lungs were stuttering and he couldn’t figure out why his lips suddenly felt so dry.  Uruha scowled.  It had been over two months ago.  He needed to stop thinking about it.

It was over, done, never going to happen again.

Reita promised.

Nodding his head and pretending not to feel his knees wobble, he began to shed his sweatshirt. 


“Do you think Uruha’s okay?”  Kai nibbled on his lip with confusion.  Reita was in the process of running a studded belt through his jeans’ loops.

The elder sounded distracted, “Yeah.  He’ll be okay once he’s all dolled up.  He gets excited when he looks all pretty like that.”

Kai hummed and reached over to click absently at the club’s website, but countered, “I always thought Uruha looked ‘pretty’ though.  Even Mia thinks so.  And that’s when he’s in regular clothes.”

Picking out a black sweater, Reita pulled it over his head.  His reply was muffled as he stumbled around the room towards where he kept his hair products, “Try telling Uruha that.”

“Maybe you should.”

Reita gasped for breath as he finally got his head through the sweater’s hole.  Oxygen back in his lungs, he reached over to his brush and gel, deciding to wear a faux hawk tonight, “It wouldn’t matter.”

Kai refrained from groaning.  For a pretty smart guy in the area of computer science and HTML, Reita was proving to be a complete dunce in the ‘human’ department.  Even though the brunet had only been friends with the two for a little more than four months, he could already see the deep connection both Reita and Uruha shared.  He had never really come into contact with anything quite like it prior to meeting the dynamic duo of outrageous proportions.  Not many guys Kai knew would be willing to keep such a close friendship to a cross-dressing man their age, let alone a friendship that held as much tenderness as Reita at times exuded for the benefit of the sometimes-broken-doll, Uruha. 

He slung an arm over the desk chair and rolled his eyes at Reita who was concentrating on his task of taming his wild mane of bleached and black locks, “Of course it would.  It’s almost absurd how you don’t realize that Uruha considers you his hero in a way.  You’re his safety, his confidante.  If you told him that he was pretty without all the makeup and all the primping, he would believe you.”

“No,” Reita argued as he twisted his fingers in his hair.  He bent at an uncomfortable angle to catch a glimpse at every angle of his hair in the small mirror that hung off center on the wall, “He wouldn’t.  It’s not a simple matter of words.  Uruha hates words.  All they’ve done to him is hurt him.  Do you know how many times I’ve had to beat up kids for making fun of his lips alone?  Do you even know what his parents said to him, viciously called him, when he told them he was gay?”

Reita stared into Kai’s warm eyes, suddenly looking so much taller, “After hearing so much shit, how can you trust words anymore?”

Kai looked away, almost blushing because no, he didn’t know as much as he thought he did.  But Reita didn’t seem to mind him overstepping his boundaries, flicking pieces of hair to fall onto his forehead in an intricate pattern of disarray.  Kai watched his toes on the carpeted floor, shifting to and fro, properly chastised.  He didn’t understand though why words could be so totally disregarded, even with past experiences.  Weren’t some words always true?  At least, weren’t they true when said by the right people?

Kai didn’t have time to divulge a proper answer since Reita pulled him abruptly out of his stupor, “Okay, done.”

The dimpled brunet knew the phrase meant, how do I look – don’t lie and don’t get cute on me.  He looked the other man over.  Dark wash jeans, black sweater that hugged his chest, chain dangling from his pocket, black chunky boots and a leather jacket thrown over his shoulders.  Kai raised an eyebrow, “Are you going to a live house or a Yakuza meeting?”

Reita looked down at himself, wiggling his toes in his boots and touching a pierced earlobe, “What?  I think it has that ‘I’m just here for the music so don’t grope me’ kind of feel to it.”

“No one will want to touch you with that much gel in your hair anyways.”

Reita whipped his head to the door where Uruha stood with a growl, but the guttural sound was cut off just as quickly as it had risen.  The taller man breezed past him and over to his side of the room where he proceeded to dig through his drawer to find that knuckle ring he had his mind set on wearing for tonight.  Reita only gaped, hand subconsciously going to the tips of his blonde locks to finger at the stiff pieces.  But he couldn’t rip his eyes away from his friends’ form, following each movement and deliberate sway of his hips – and he knew Kai had to be seeing this too.

He couldn’t be the only one in the room seeing this. 

“W-What are you wearing?”

Uruha hmm-ed and turned an innocent look towards Reita’s flabbergasted expression – and the shorter man felt like slapping the mock gaze of doe eyes off from the other’s face.  He knew what he was wearing and goddammit he totally did it on purpose! 

Uruha only blinked, “Something nice?”

‘Something nice’ apparently translated into a dress made of black lace and nude tulle, settling at mid-thigh length in the front and to the hinges of his knees in the back.  The skirt was pleated in small sections in a billowing material, the waist cinched with a tight, black belt and a jeweled buckle and showed off Uruha’s sensuous collarbone in all its glory in the absence of straps.  He paraded in silver heels that gave him an extra two inches to his already towering height (at least in comparison to Reita’s abysmal stature) and his auburn hair was lightly curled, bangs straightened to be side swept, almost overflowing into his left eye.  As his oldest friend gazed at him with a risen eyebrow, Reita stared at his choice in makeup:  deep kohl outlining the natural hood in his eyes, a deep navy eyeshadow, a touch of nude blush and a quick sweep of apricot painted across his bowed lips.

It was horrific.

“Holy fuck,” Kai elaborated.

Uruha sniffed, returning to sifting through the mass amount of odds and ends jewelry he  had collected over the years and dumped into a random drawer once he moved into the dorm.  It was an assortment of cocktail rings, costume pieces, glittery little nothings and bold, stark arrangements that he hardly ever wore, but saved just in case.  The ‘just in cases’ of love, pleasure, pain and black nights that he didn’t want to remember.  He ran his deft fingers over each band, “Well, I wasn’t given much time to work with so I guess this’ll have to do.”

Kai stuttered, bewildered, “ ‘Have to do’?  Uruha, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

And Uruha almost looked up from his excavation for that certain ring, almost softened eyes and smiled at Kai because damn that word actually sounded real and sincere this time…  But Reita interrupted before he could even pause to lift his gaze.

“No, no, no!  What are you doing!?  You-you can’t wear this!”

He had always prided himself in being independent, of his own mind, but for some reason Uruha had always sought Reita’s confirmation.  So, it almost pained him to say, “Yes, I can.  What I don’t have to do is go with you to this stupid thing, but for some god forsaken reason, here we are.  Pray tell, why can’t I wear this?”

He shifted his body so he faced directly towards Reita’s dumbfounded expression, hand on his hip, chin raised defiantly and brow furrowed – looking more man than damsel in an ironic twist of perception.  The shorter man fumbled for a reason, any reason, but like hell could he say anything along the lines of ‘Well, I think I might just forget you’re my friend – who’s a guy – and just jump you when we’re in that club with those lights turned down so fucking low’.  So instead, he said the next, instant thing that came to mind.

“Because.”

Kai guffawed.  Reita ignored him and stood steadfast with his straw man argument, cheeks tinted with red.  Uruha smiled, bounding over to the coloring man in a fluid movement, “Aw, Rei-chan!  Are you worried about my virtue?”  He snuggled up close despite the other’s loud protests, grabbing his arm and leaning his cheek against his, “Or are you worried about getting jealous because everyone will be looking at me?”

Uruha was so close, close that Reita almost couldn’t breathe without picking up that delicious, heady scent of his friend’s Bvlagri Thé Vert.  His hair felt so soft and his fingers were tingling just to touch it.  Reita felt a breath fan across his face as Uruha went in closer with a sigh and he snapped.

“Fine!  Fucking fine!  Wear it!  When those fucking guys start putting their hands up your skirt and are given a little surprise, see if I fucking care…!”

Uruha grinned victoriously as Reita roughly ripped himself away and stomped over to the mirror to run his hands vigorously through his hair in attempt to relieve his frustration.

Giving Kai a bright smile and a thumbs up, Uruha then plucked the ring from the drawer and slid it on.  Kai smiled back gently with a little less enthusiasm.  He couldn’t shake the memory of the broken light that entered the other’s irises as Reita insensitively dismissed his outfit.  Even if Uruha didn’t say anything, brushed off the dress and makeup as a last minute throw together, Kai knew that the auburn haired freshman had put thought into it with only Reita’s well-being and security in mind.  Reita had wanted a temporary girlfriend.  And Uruha would be her for him.

He quietly made his way over to Uruha and his primping, Reita preoccupied with typing in the club’s address into his cell phone, and whispered low, “You really do look great, Uruha.”

Uruha lifted a hand to fix his bangs self-consciously, a worried glint to his eyes as he regarded Kai seriously, “Are you sure?  Maybe I went too far.  I know Reita’s insecure as it is and I don’t need to go and mess up everything for him.  I can’t be a screw up tonight, Kai.”

The brunet frowned, chest aching at Uruha’s self-berating remarks, and tried to sound as sincere as he could, “You’ll be the prettiest one there and that will make Reita feel more secure than he’s ever been.  He says things he doesn’t mean, not in the right way.  You’re never a screw up.”

Uruha smirked sardonically, “You’d be surprised.”

Kai didn’t like surprises and therefore wasn’t prepared for the hard clap on his back, “Stop flirting.  We need to go.”

The brunet glared with a light flush to his face, averting his eyes from Uruha’s now mischievous smirk and was about to retort that he was not flirting, you dumbass when the dress clad man beside him cooed, “Oh, Rei-chan my hero!  Kai was being so pervy to me~”

The stab of betrayal was deep; utterly wounded, Kai slapped Uruha’s shoulder which didn’t seem to help out his case at all as Uruha faked a hurt yelp and Reita snatched his offended hand immediately and pulled him close to his hard chest – glaring for all he was worth.

He had never seen a look so black in Reita’s usually warm and calm eyes – and he knew the man wasn’t about to go back on his promise to Uruha.  And he knew, too, that something deeper lurked within the man that held a bit more meaning than just ‘friendship’, whether the macho man was willing to admit it or not.

Reita growled in his face, “Don’t you fucking ever touch him.”

For a split second, he thought Reita was serious – that a fist would come flying or his throat would be torn up and shredded.  But in a second less than instant, Reita and Uruha were cackling, the blond haired man letting him go to clutch at his stomach while Uruha leaned against his side, also in hysterics.

“Fuck Kai, your face!  Shit, my makeup --”

“Dude, that was beautiful.  The perfect portrait of terror.  Muahaha~”

Kai glared heatedly, huffing and hitting both of them, “You fuckers.”

He almost lost it and smiled, but kept up the farce of irritation with a huff of breath and turned on his heel to the door.  With a salute at the threshold he bid them a jaunty, “Good luck with Aoi-hunting.  Don’t get rabies.”

 

Turned out rabies were the least of their worries.

Though when he and Uruha found the street the club resided on, Reita was at once wary of any gigantic, mutant sewer rats sprinting from the back alleys and biting off their heads.  He took to shakily leading the way, refusing Uruha the privilege of stepping out from behind him.  He explained briefly, “I have to protect you.”

His temporary ‘girlfriend’ for the night, Uruha smirked, “You’re doing a great job.  Now stop cutting off the circulation in my hand.  I’m pretty sure my ring is making a permanent star shaped hole in your palm.”

A rustle came from the open mouth of the alleyway they happened to pass by – a minor scuffle breaking out amongst the trash cans and Reita suddenly jerked Uruha in front of him, clinging to his shoulders, “Fuck!  Throw your shoe at it!”

So much for chivalry.  Uruha tugged his friend out from behind him, pretending his heart hadn’t fluttered the slightest bit at the feeling of his warm palms against his bare skin and bones.  With a huff and condescending lilt to his voice, Uruha began to lead the way, “Come on, Romeo.  We’re going to be late for the first set.”

Reita tripped after him, head whipping back and forth to try and make out figures in the shadows that seemed to loom before them from every angle, corner and sliver of space.  He followed Uruha unsteadily, trying to focus on the click of his heels and the way his soft tendrils of hair fell to the nape of his neck – and not the dreadful feeling that was slowly clawing out the inside of his stomach. 

He didn’t know why he suddenly felt so guarded and anxious.  It was just a regular club that just happened to be in a gritty district.  It was just Yuu – Aoi – playing the guitar and just a few drinks, conversation and perhaps some discoveries about the illusive ‘Ruki’.  But god help him, Reita couldn’t stop the macabre from spilling over into his mind – something was going to happen.  Not just a rat scurrying past them, him squeaking like a twelve-year-old girl scout, and Uruha snickering at him.  No, something that they wouldn’t be able to recover from, whatever it may be. 

The feeling was creeping up his neck, making his hair stand on end and he was pretty sure Uruha could feel him shiver against his side.  The younger glanced at him as they continued to walk at a brisk pace towards the club, “I won’t mess it up, if that’s what you’re worried about.  No one will think a man’s hanging on your arm, believe me.”

It hurt Reita slightly to think that his oldest friend thought so shallowly of him.  He wanted to reassure Uruha that even if people found out, he wouldn’t care, would never care – but right when he was about to speak, a catcall came from behind them. 

And it was like a switch had gone off in Uruha’s mind because one moment, even in spite of the clothing he wore, he shone a masculine quality to how he held himself (even when teetering in heels), but then in the next instant, he stooped over and clung to Reita’s arm, looking for all the world demure and fragile.

He somehow managed to look up into Reita’s eyes, still latched onto his bicep and curling his body inward.  He lifted an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.  See?

Reita knew he must have looked frazzled – the abrupt change in nature that had just occurred before his eyes blindsiding him – but remembered to play his part, glaring over his shoulder.

A taller, broad shouldered man was leering behind them.  He was dressed in mostly black and grays, almost blending into the very same shadows Reita had been eyeing suspiciously.  Reita unconsciously pulled Uruha closer to him, brow furrowing with misgiving.  The man had foreign features – a prominent, straight nose and hazel eyes that the bleach haired man could discern the color of even at such a distance.  They were almost glowing, the smile on the man’s face widening which almost made his irises glint with silver for a brief instant.  So quick, Reita had to be seeing things.

Convinced the man was emitting a threatening aura, Reita tried bravado, “Fuck off.”

The smile became a smirk as the man lowered his head, looking up from beneath his brown bangs, “You’ve got a dirty mouth.  I’m sure your arm candy doesn’t appreciate it,”  He flicked his piercing gaze over to Uruha who had been oddly still during this confrontation, “Do you, love?”

Reita expected Uruha to counter with a bite and snap – he was familiar with the other’s quick fire tongue from first hand (and painful) experience – and perhaps turning up his nose haughtily, like he didn’t even have the time to regard such a specimen of low, degrading caliber. 

He did not expect Uruha to meekly shake his head.

And he really, really did not expect Uruha to start to try and pull away from his gentle grip.

Reita’s eyes widened, facing Uruha who suddenly wouldn’t meet his eyes.  What the fuck?  “Uruha?”  He whispered under his breath so the stranger wouldn’t hear.

“See?  Now come along, love.  We’ll leave this trash behind and perhaps he’ll learn to mind himself, hm?”

Reita practically snarled at the man who had an arm extended expectedly.  His smile, once so feral and menacing in the shadow of the moon, was small and calculating.  Reita swore those eyes were shifting back and forth between lush hazel and frigid silver.  But he couldn’t be positive as Uruha began to make an honest effort to step away from him.

He tugged him back almost roughly, primal fear racing through his veins and the previous dread in his stomach reaching up towards his throat, “Uruha, stop -- ”

Reita tightened his hold on Uruha’s arm and tried to pull his willowy body behind him.  He expected resistance because even though he loathe to admit it, the younger was stronger than he was and certainly more daunting in frame.  But Uruha nearly fell against him, gasping.

Fuck, fuck…  What was going on?

“You’re a beast.  Manhandling such a delicate beauty.”

Reita snapped his head up from Uruha’s dazed expression to find a deep frown on the man’s face.  He decided he had enough, “Get out of here and mind your own business or I’ll make you, fucker.” 

He felt Uruha touch his arm tentatively, but he paid it no mind.  Instead, he watched an almost amused tilt of the man’s lips come to existence.  He was handsome and somehow otherworldly, a diction falling from his tongue that Reita had never heard before, “Such brutish language.  You’re frightening your charge.”

Indeed he could feel Uruha shake against him, but Reita was shaking himself – trembling even, at the prospect that his intuition had been right in deducing something horrid would take place here. 

A soft voice, so foreign and yet it sprang from those familiar bowed lips, “Please, unhand me.”

Reita looked down to see Uruha’s caramel irises glazed over and regarding him warily – like he had never seen him before in all his life.  Reita blinked, gently touching the man’s shoulder with concern and trying to calm his shaking voice, “Uruha, it’s me.  Snap out of it, now’s not a good time to get amnesia.”

But Uruha continued to gaze unto him with an innocent countenance of fear, struggling against his hold but strangely unable to release himself despite the fact that any other day of the week he would be able to rip himself from Reita’s hands with a yawn. 

It was decidedly colder, fog billowing from Reita’s open mouth and making his spine shiver.  He didn’t know what to do, what this meant.  A stranger was giving them a creepy smile and his friend was under the impression that he was the frightening, unknown man with a villainous motive.  Fuck, all he wanted was to gather more information about Ruki, maybe find out why he knew his last name, maybe get a few tips from Yuu on how to approach him – maybe listen to some good music and shoot back a couple of beers.  Honest, he had nothing but good intentions. 

And now he was in a tangled mess of this.

So, Reita did the only thing he could think of.

He embraced Uruha tight, pushing his head into the slope of his neck, covering his soft curls with a touch that was almost tender, and bellowed gutturally, “Leave us alone!”

It felt like everything started to collapse in the span of two seconds – the words leaving his mouth, Uruha falling to his knees and the stranger’s eyes widening in a flash of the brightest silver. 

And then there was nothing.  Just an empty street, Uruha crumpled on the ground breathing heavily and Reita standing there as he trembled and shook.  It was still.  No wind.  No muffled sounds of life that always leaked into the city.  Just his rattling bones and Uruha’s staggering lungfuls. 

Reita let out a breath, falling to his knees beside Uruha, hand to his back, “Fuck, mother of god.  What the fuck was that?”

Uruha was silent, dragging his fingertips on the asphalt absently.  The quiet hush that fell around them was starting to unsettle Reita and he reached out to nudge Uruha’s shoulder.

“Kouyou…?”

Uruha slowly lifted a hand to grip at his head, tangling his fingers in those loose ringlets.  Reita leaned in further, alarmed, “Are you okay?”

A soft whisper, “My head hurts and… wow, I think my knees are bleeding.”

Uruha watched the blood soak into the pavement from where his knees had smacked against the ground and Reita hissed, “Jesus.”

He helped the taller man to stand up shakily, stilettos wobbling unreliably and catching the moonlight at odd arrays.  Uruha was still dazed, soft-spoken and seemingly absent from reality.  He only stared down at his knees blankly, tights ripped and skin scraped with crimson tears flowing to his legs.  Reita was breathing too shallowly, looking over his shoulder periodically to gauge whether or not the stranger was attempting to jump him from behind.

He clasped Uruha’s shoulders, trying to look him in the eye, “What the hell was that back there?  Didn’t I tell you to never talk to strangers, dumbass?  And there you were, ready to leave with one.  Fuck, what the hell were you thinking?”

Uruha turned to him with glazed eyes and an almost cheerful grin.

“Be with you in a sec’.  Passing out now.”

Thunk.


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A/N:  And here's where we get random.  Well, even more random...

...oh hai, Tora-shi. 

:3