I put an axe in my baby's head, I'm gonna end up doing time [SEMI-CLOSED]

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Who ⬤ Okada Izō and various
What ⬤ Nightmare curse rain fun times!
When ⬤ June
Where ⬤ Various
Content Warnings ⬤ Violence and trauma at a minimum


(( OOC: These are prompts for the curse release and blood rain from the June event. If you want a custom prompt, PM me here or on discord glitzkrieg#0673! ))

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[ He gives chase, albeit at the slightly slower pace. His line of sight gets broken at some point and he loses his immediate bead on Nishitani. Izō stalks past him, overlooking the room he'd ducked into.

Getting the jump on him should be easier from behind.

Should be. ]

[pitfight]

[ Alright. The plan is-- easy? Simple? Oh fuck, he's going to fucking die for this, and his side is still fucking healing-- but Izo needs him. What is a man but the actions he takes when it matters, and the sky opening up to rain blood seems to signal an time that matters. So. ]

[ Nishitani doesn't dare give away his position, especially not when Izo stalks past the room he'd found this comforter in. Sorry to whoever lives here, Nishitani will have to leave a cheque in the mail, because shit, here he goes. ]

[ Comforter out first, over Izo's head. The darkness should mimic night close enough to get the fucking bird inside him to calm down for five fucking seconds. ]

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[ He's out of the rain, which helps with the intensity of the frenzy. The sudden darkness makes him freeze; it seems a tengu is not so far removed from a bird that the move is ineffective.

Dark.

Quiet.

It gives Izō a moment to breath and push Karasu's influence aside. He doesn't touch the blanket, he doesn't move. Alone. Fearful. What has he done? Where is he? Did he imagine Nishitani...?

His voice comes out as a harsh whisper as he forces himself to say something. ]

Nishi...tani...where...are you?

[pitfight]

Right here, baby boy. [ Nishitani holds the blanket in place, lightly enough to back off if needed but given how Izo immediately seems to settle, to freeze instead of default to fight or flight, Nishitani thinks the worst of the madness might be passing. ] Daddy's got you.

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[ Under normal circumstances, he'd fuss about the nickname and fight the treatment. Nothing about this is normal. He's soaked in from the blood rain, covered with a blanket, and barely in his right mind. The familiarity is welcome in his fragile state. ]

Go...

[ He doesn't want that. There's a fear he'll fall under the frenzy again and lose control. He doesn't want to risk hurting Nishitani or worse. ]

[pitfight]

I think I'll stay right here. [ Nishitani looks around for some place he can park Izo at, a place where he'll be safe and comfortable-- ]

[ He got the comforter from somewhere. Peaking back in the room, he sees a bed. Good enough. Not the usual reason Nishitani takes Izo to a bed; but then again, they've never been bed types of people. ] Follow my lead. Taking you some place safe. [ With the warning, he urges Izo to take a step back, using his own body to protect Izo from whatever might be in the way. ]

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[ A quiet whimper is the only resistance and only answer he gives. Nishitani is at least familiar and someone he can trust. He can probably take most of what Izō can dish out if he gets bad again.

So he goes along, becoming more and more aware of the fact he'd been shot at some point. The other injuries he'd sustained make themselves known now that the frenzy is on its way out. Everything hurts. ]

[pitfight]

Alright, baby. You're gonna be sitting down next. You can lay down after. [ Nishitani gets Izo to the bed, has his hands over Izo's hips in case he does try to sit down-- just in case Nishitani will need to course correct. ] How you feeling? Darkness doing it for you?

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[ He sits down hard. Everything is sticky with blood and he just wants to clean himself up. There's no opportunity for that right now.

Right. Questions. ]

Like shit...Take it off. Ain't gonna freak out...

[ He can trust himself. The worst has passed, Karasu's normal presence is subdued. The fear of tearing into Nishitani is gone. He'll be ... fine. ]

[pitfight]

Keep it on. [ Instead of taking off the blanket, Nishitani pulls it over himself too-- hugging Izo to his chest tightly. He was less phased by the hunt Izo'd put him on earlier, more put off by how worried he was for the kid instead. A fight is good when both parties consent-- and there's no way Izo could have the way he'd been before. ]

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[ Izō truly doesn't know how to react. He freezes again, unused to this sort of comfort and affection from Nishitani. Not that he minds it, especially not now. It just takes a moment for him to process it.

Once he registers that this is fine and not something to fight against, he clings to Nishitani. It's warm and, if he were to be honest about it, necessary. ]

Careful...Got shot.

[ Something he probably should've said louder (and sooner) and not mumbled into Nishitani's chest. ]

[pitfight]

Where? [ Because that really should be what dictates how serious Nishitani takes a gunshot wound. He pats Izo's back, his side, but with how the kid clings onto him, Nishitani isn't going to try to pull away and do a pat down just trying to find something that Izo's been walking around with just fine. What he is concerned about is if the bullet passed through or not. ]

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[ The only reason he's been walking around with it at all is how strong his frenzied state had been. He's extremely aware of how much it hurts now. The bare minimum had been done to take care of it and only because someone forced the issue in a rare moment of clarity.

He flinches when Nishitani touches a particular spot. Low on his left side of his torso, just above his hip with an exit wound out the back. It's a wonder it didn't hit anything vital. The wounds are still oozing, though it's hard to tell with how blood-soaked he is in general. It's easier to tell where they are from the holes left behind in his clothing. ]

There...Wanna get a better look at it? I ain't seen it since I got it cleaned up with some booze.

[ Look, neither Izō nor Hizen were prepared to clean up a bullet wound and that's all that was available. Better than nothing. ]

[pitfight]

Yeah, I do. [ Nishitani pulls up Izo's shirt, just enough to expose the wound. Skin and tissue are covered in the rain blood as well as normal blood, which makes the entire thing a mess. Regardless, Nishitani lays Izo down, and kisses just above the bullet wound. They're still under the comforter together, the rain is pounding on the window-- but the smell of copper and iron is between them, and the relief of safety is as well. ]

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[ Izō should probably discourage him. Mouths should definitely not be near open wounds. He threads his fingers through Nishitani's hair, grabbing a handful and tugging on it. ]

That ain't lookin'...

[ His admonishment might be more effective if he didn't immediately loosen his grip on Nishitani's hair to stroke it instead. Something about the familiarity is relaxing. This is what Izō expects from him: his usual brand of hedonism, not the warm embrace and kindness. ]

[pitfight]

Sure it is. [ Nishitani kisses Izo's side, wrapping his arms around the kid's waist and keeping them close, sliding down the bed so he can more easily access Izo's wound, so Nishitani can palm between his legs. ] You always know how to make me look at you. No matter what, you draw my eyes.

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[ At least how bloody he is covers up his blush. Not that it isn't obvious he's flustered with the way he ducks his head and averts his gaze. ]

Shut up...Ain't like I'm anythin' worth lookin' at.

[ He's used to being stared at like a monster, which is different!

Izō still gives into him, though; it's hard to argue when you're already half hard. It's better than thinking too hard about what he's been through tonight. Letting Nishitani have his fun and coming along for the ride sounds like a much better time. ]

[pitfight]

Sure you are, baby boy. [ Nishitani kisses that wound, the open edges of it torn and ripped, bloody, ] All that talent, all that anger. It makes me want to eat you alive. [ Again, a kiss, and Nishitani sinks against the bed, against Izo, and settles in truly licking and kissing into Izo like no one should. ]

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[ It hurts, but not in a wholly unpleasant way. His body tenses as Izō cries out, pulling on Nishitani's hair again. He really shouldn't like how strange it feels how the softness of Nishitani's mouth and tongue contrasts the pain sharp enough to make him see white.

He claws at the bed with his free hand, trying to focus enough to say anything. ]

Fuck...Don't stop, daddy.

[ Emily can never know about his wound being defiled like this. ]