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[He's not going to give an answer. It's none of Shirou's business anyway. He's just got to go, get on his feet, get upstairs, get back to Mikado, where it's safe--

But it's a tough maneuver to pull off minus one arm. He tries, but he's off balance, and pushing himself up and into a run turns into slipping on a smear of his own blood before he's even all the way upright. He lands hard, on his face and his bad arm, and for the moment it hurts enough to make him stay down, stunned and trying to catch his breath.]

Shit--

[Kida's down long enough -- Shirou has no reservations about sitting on his back, grabbing him by the hair, and yanking his head back just a bit]

You didn't answer.

[He's pretty disappointed, actually!]

[Kida thinks he can stay disappointed. He doesn't want to discuss that kind of thing with this kind of person. Then again, that position might very well get him killed. It's one of those moments. What he wants versus what's "best"... He knows what he'll choose, but he wants to resist a little longer.]

It's not your business. Get off of me.

[His free hand slides its way over Kida's shoulder until his fingers find those knife wounds.]

Come on...

[--and without warning or ceremony he jabs his fingers into them]

[That gets a vocal reaction. The jolt from the objective is proportional to the pain and comes at the same time, but it doesn't mean he's actually enjoying the pain in itself. It's still pain, it's still terrible, and as far as he's concerned it easily outweighs the reward. Like this, the unwelcome pleasure is just adding to the overall horrid experience.]

Knock it off, you creep!

Would you rather I stab you?

[Either way, he gives his fingers a shove, prodding at the flesh, leaning in eagerly to watch Kida's expressions]

No, I--

[He has to keep struggling. He has to get away and get back. There's someone waiting for him... But. But he can't risk getting killed over stubbornness. Even though this is a new situation for him, he can't let the fear of the unknown make him do something stupid. Mikado will be sad that he's hurt either way, but he'll be even more upset if he never comes home.

So this really is one of those moments. His own embarrassment and pain don't matter. He himself doesn't matter. If playing along means he survives, he just has to put up with anything that entails. It's like a switch flips -- he stops resisting all at once, suddenly going limp with just a small whimper.]

...It's gross.

[Shirou gives a low, thoughtful 'hmmm' as he yanks his fingers back out of Kida's wounds and examines the blood left behind on them.]

So it really isn't normal.

[His pulse slows along with his breathing as the rush of the situation begins to die down. Maybe it isn't surprising that there's something else 'wrong' and 'unnatural' about him. He's twisted beyond all recognition, after all, an atrocity that's been robbed of any worth or use.

With a frustrated huff, he reaches for his knife again]

Figures.

...What are you doing?

[He can't quite tell, face down, but he has a bad feeling. Shirou might be calming down, but he's breathing heavily, and his heart is pounding in his ears. He has to continuously recalculate the situation. Whatever happens, he has to make sure he stays alive.]

[S U R P R I S E - Shirou doesn't reply before he presses the tip of his knife down against Kida's back and drags i down a length of skin with an excited little giggle]

[He bites the side of his hand to muffle the response this time. It's reflex for his body to jerk, to try to arch away from the knife, but he's already on the ground with nowhere to pull away to. He can't hide his flushed face or the way he shivers, but he's cursing against his own skin with no sort of enjoyment too.

He wishes he could get his own knife out of his pocket, but Shirou's leg is in the way of that. Great luck, he has. He really "had it covered", didn't he?]

[He lifts the knife and adds another slash, parallel to the first, paying mind to keep his work neat. The calm is quickly dissolving again, replaced with an immature sort of determination.]

Does it still feel gross?! Are you embarrassed yet?

[It takes a moment to steady his breath enough to reply. His good hand reaches back, trying to find a way into his pocket. Just in case. Right now, killing Shirou seems like a really good idea, if he can't save himself by behaving.]

...Yeah. It's really... really gross. It's not me. It's just an objective.

[...and his mood goes bad just as quickly. Something about hearing "just an objective" makes him frustrated - fine, be that way. don't be as fucked up as he is. that's fine.

except not at all.

With a frustrated noise he slams the knife into Kida's good arm and stands up with a huff]

[Well. On the bright side, Shirou's gotten off of him. On the downside he's now got no good arms, his back is bleeding and he feels generally shaky from blood loss and sensory overload.

But he thinks he can still get up. Nothing's life threatening. He can still walk, if he can just swallow the pain. He just has to get himself sitting up, pull that knife out of his arm, and... and what? He can probably make it to his feet with the wall's help, but he has to keep an eye on Shirou... He's just going to keep that knife, though. Self-defense and all.]

...Are you done now?

...yeah.

[He stares down at Kida, taking slow, measured breaths.]

I want to go back now.

...What happens if I tell you to go by yourself?

...well, I'd probably cut off a piece of you to take with me.

It's not like that'd help you find the exit...

[But he still flinches back, scooting towards the wall so he can try to get himself up. He's pretty thoroughly scared at this point. Even if it hurts, he's keeping ahold of Shirou's knife and keeping his own in mind.]

Maybe not. But I could still show it to your friend later.

[He smiles a bit, mostly to himself. Doing that sounds like fun. It'd be great. But now he's less excited by the prospect. More thoughtful. Like he gets the feeling he's forgetting something again.

Like. You know. Not cutting people to pieces.]

No. You're never going to talk to Mikado again.

[C'mon, self. He can do it. He can stand up. His legs are still working and none of these injures should be completely incapacitating... It's just the blood loss. But he's nothing if not stubborn, and his stamina is one of his strong points, so... So he manages it. He just has to stay leaning on the wall, breathing hard.]

Can you really make sure of that?

[He watches Kida, though he takes a few steps backwards, quite ready to leave and give Makoto and Sakura their presents.

Never talking to Mikado again seems unfortunate. He doesn't really want that - ah... it's probably bad to take Mikado's friend apart, isn't it?

Goodness, he forgot.]

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I'll kill you if you do. Don't think winning this time means I can't.

Sure. It's probably for the best anyways, isn't it?

[...maybe. Just maybe he should consider giving Kida a hand.

Metaphorically speaking, of course. He's definitely given people hands in more gruesome, more literal ways, but it's beginning to dawn on him that he's done quite enough of that sort of thing for today.

Or, you know, for the rest of forever. Enough severed things.

So he pauses and gives Kida a thoughtful look before holding out his hand]

So I should make sure you can do that.

[Nope. He does not trust that hand! He's getting dizzy, and he thinks that yes, it probably is for the best if he killed Shirou. He probably can't do it right now, but he certainly doesn't want to let him get close again. He doesn't want anymore pain today. He doesn't want any more awkward forced masochism, either. He's had enough, and he can't trust Shirou to be kind. Even if he was nice now, just being touced and moved around by someone else is going to hurt and set off that objective. So the thought of Shirou getting back in his space is enough to cause a gut-deep fear that overrides proper thought.

Shirou can have his knife back. In his hand.]

Get away from me.