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just a bunch of victims

WHO: Sasuke (

eyeforaneye), Eichi (

finethanks), Suigetsu (

liquidate), and Victor (

genice)
WHERE: Room 309
WHEN: March 20th
WHAT: Eichi is cornered for information by Sasuke, an event interrupted by Victor for completely unrelated reasons.
WARNINGS: Forcible usage of mind powers.

[ It’s been an hour now since he invited Eichi to his room, expecting little resistance and not encountering any. No, it’d been a quick acceptance of his offer and far too few questions; is he always this trusting or simply that lonely? Asking himself the question is counterproductive and Sasuke casts a last glance down at his communicator as he waits. Should be any minute now… and the texts from Sombra stand out starkly against the screen.

Best to get to the bottom of this quickly, just in case.

He stands when he hears a quiet knock, struggling to picture a particularly frail idol as any kind of traitorous mastermind but he’s dealt with stranger threats than that. Still, it’s even harder to imagine when he slaps the button to open the automatic door and is faced with him. ]

So you’re here. [ He steps back to allow him room to move inside an altogether barren room; the extent of his personalizing of the space is a chokuto leaning against one corner and a scant few daggers littering the desk. ] Close the door behind you.

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[Upon the door opening, Eichi is smiling brightly. Sasuke's greeting is cold and formal, but that's all that Eichi has seen of him so far, so it seems no different. He closes the door behind him and steps inside, glancing around the room like he's a tourist. What's even worse is that he pulls up his communicator to snap two photos. One of the chokuto, and another of the daggers lying around.]

Fufu, is there any reason I shouldn't come? I was more surprised that you'd extend an invitation to me after all of your talk. There must be something that you want.

[He's smart enough to realize that, but pure enough to not refuse coming. He flicks back and forth between the photos before lowering his arms and smiling back at Sasuke.]

If it's tea, I forgot to bring any with me. ♪

[ Stop... taking pictures of his shit... ]

I'm not interested in that. [ This is a lie. But details. ]

But if you're interested in getting directly to the point then I won't waste your time or mine. [ He turns away from him, communicator left on the bed, choosing how best to compose his words. ] You're a liaison to at least one of the alien species aboard the ship, correct?

[Oh, it's about that? Since he'd already responded worriedly to Sombra's post, it makes sense that he's being questioned. Still, he keeps smiling.]

The Fek, yes. They chose the three of us who they could trust the most, and it was we who spent the most time with them. Is this due to the recent suspicion of them?

I can't speak much to that, but it's connected. [ If there's a threat to life on this ship, suspicion should be equally shared until each individual can be cleared. At least in Sasuke's view. ]

More directly, for you, is the assertion that you could potentially be working with them to undermine the rest of those on the ship. Do you have anything to say about that?

[Raising a hand to curl lightly and cover a soft cough, he holds his chin tall. He's used to dealing with accusations and risky situations, but only ever in the terms of being a high school idol. He understands he holds no power here, though, so all he can do is state his points.]

When I have spoken with the Fek, they've been nothing but kind to me. I don't see any reason to believe they're part of anything dangerous on this ship. If anything, I think what's alarming is the sudden appearance of those videos one person claims to have seen, and the blame being pointed so suddenly at them.

I know nothing of the Trilk, though.

So your defense is an implication of guilt at another party? All you're doing is reaffirming your strong connection to them when I'm asking about your own actions. It doesn't necessarily paint you in a better light.

I suppose I'll have to handle this more directly after all.

Fufu, I'm not sure if I'd say it's a strong connection. They appointed us because they had no other choice. I'm simply telling you that from what I've seen, they're very peaceful. They cared for us on that planet, as well.

[He places a hand over his own chest, smile dimming a little. Hm, yes, that was a rough time.] How do you plan on handling it "more directly," though, Sasuke?

I'll confirm it for myself. [ Finally he turns his head to look back at Eichi, with normally dark eyes lightened to a startling red. ]

Too bad. It would've been better to avoid this. [ They're the last words that Eichi will be conscious of as dark tomoe start to spiral dizzyingly in those vibrant irises, the room seeming to dim in a slow fade to nothingness while a buzz settles at the base of Eichi's skull. There's no pain, at least; Sasuke's not quite that needlessly sadistic. What he is is curious, delving deep into memories that he accesses through just that second of eye contact, too distracted by them to catch the idol when he undoubtedly slumps down onto the floor.

He's only seen the Fek in passing so this is his first in-depth introduction... and he can't say that they seem like fearsome predators behind any recent attacks either. Eichi's declining health stands out more than any nonexistent threats, something that causes him to feel a twinge of guilt only in conjunction with the sight of him lying on the floor and of course the realization that there definitely isn't any plot here to speak of.

Well. He promised to confirm it either way, and he's definitely done that.

Sasuke takes a moment to get his bearings before allowing himself a sigh in the privacy of his room, staring at that body as if deciding what to do with it. Leaving him on the floor won't help. He could at least put him on the bed, a thought that leads to him bending over to grab the back of his shirt, no doubt ripping a stitch or two as he effortlessly hefts him right up onto his shoulder. ]

( Sasuke doesn't write, he doesn't call, he doesn't answer his goddamn phone. Victor's just had his fiance literally kidnapped in front of him, and the more sensible of the two ninja he knows won't answer his phone.

Which is why Victor has run back to the teleporter, gotten back on ship, and sprinted his way through the emergency lights and the working crews and the cursing civilians he passes to get to the residential levels, slamming his hand down on the doorpad to Sasuke's room without bothering to knock. If he's not here, he wants to know sooner, not later.

Thus it comes to pass that an artfully disheveled, entirely unfairly still attractive 28 year old man named Victor Nikiforov strides into Sasuke's bunk, panting with exertion, eyes bright and attention laser focused, his dog trailing in after, whining low in his throat. Victor and Makkachin both come to an abrupt stop; Makkachin looks up at Victor, then to Eichi, then to Sasuke.

He knows both young men. His tail wags in distress and he starts forward.

Victor, very well fed up with today already, stares at the ending movement of Sasuke hauling Eichi onto his shoulder and holds out a hand. )

Okay. Wow. Sasuke, would it kill you to answer your comm? ( It's right there. BLINKING. WITH MANY MESSAGES. ) Please carry Eichi properly and explain what he's doing in your room passed out and why the hell someone who moves like you do wearing a mask and sandals just kidnapped my fiance.

( He doesn't even smile. He's distressed, angry, and close to crying, he's that fucking mad. )

We need to find him. Is there a ninja art for that? ( Looking at Eichi: ) Have you contacted Dorothy or Leonard for him yet? God, what else can go wrong today...

( You and several you care about could be accused of being accessories to murder. That sure could happen. )

[ ... okay. ]

[ Well, Eichi's placement in his room has dropped several pegs on his list of priorities, which is perhaps not a bad thing. However, he's equally unsure that he's close enough to Victor to warrant this kind of familiarity, something that causes him to merely stare at him for a moment or two longer in silence. Just long enough to process that whirlwind of words, at least. ]

... who are Dorothy and Leonard? [ First off. ] Address one issue at a time, and do it in order of importance. Eichi is fine, so it's better to focus on your fiancé. [ This is happening fast enough that he doesn't really have time to note the fact that he'd said "fiancé" and then used a male pronoun, something he hasn't exactly personally encountered yet. ]

Explain in detail what happened.

(with sasuke out all day, this had been a perfect opportunity to nap and suigetsu only just manage to rub sleep out of his eyes when the keen sense of his teammate rustling about next door rouses him. so early, he must have been out training again, in which case he's glad he missed the activities when he prefers to save his energy for something more worthwhile — like haggling over fruit and yogurt parfaits.

just thinking about them makes him want to extend an invitation to the definitely-not-busy-kidnapping-people sasuke... and that's exactly when suigetsu skids into view, with a very from-the-gut shout.)

Sasuke's baaack—! (arm raised, mouth open, head... tilting...) Ah?

(staring at sasuke for a very long moment, then to the unconscious eichi draped over his shoulder for another, then to victor who looks like he hasn't had a moment's peace all day. then, finally, down to makkachin who is wiggling nervously behind his person's leg. just what the hell's been going on here? why doesn't anyone tell him these things?

absolutely no one told him that the dog was here.)

Ohhh, lucky, it's Makkachaaan! (ignoring literally everything else, crouching down to fluff the pooch's ears.) Did you get a haircut? What a handsome boy.

( oh. Suigetsu.

a weird part of his day, but at least someone's taking care of Makkachin. Victor's still tired, stressed, and he's not all that happy, but he can prioritise.

which means he turns to look at Suigetsu first. )

Suigetsu, can you watch Makkachin? He's been running hard and he's an older dog.

( Victor needs one less thing to worry about, and Suigetsu loves his dog. who can't love Makkachin? well, other people, but Suigetsu does, and that makes him better people than those who don't. Makkachin licks Suigetsu's arms, his face if he can, anything in reach; he's taking in the affection and trying to make things better in his own canine way.

Victor faces Sasuke once more. )

Dorothy is a nurse, Leonard is a doctor. Actually... Suigetsu, will you text Dorothy? Dorothy Gale. I can give you her network ID. She knows Eichi's condition, she can check in on him.

( he's settling affairs because this is what allows him to turn back to Sasuke and answer the real question: )

A man found us on a quieter street. It was as if he stepped out of the shadows. That was on purpose, definitely, I recognise showmanship when I see it, but he asked for Yuuri by name, saying he wanted some of his time. That he wanted him to come with him.

( he frowns, lips pressed into a thin line before he speaks again. )

He wore a ridiculous mask, something like an oni with a local twist. More alien? It made guessing his height difficult, but he was... hmm, not much taller than me. Loose clothes. Black pants, black shirt, black cloak, sandals.

( Edgelord Material.

Except for the sandals.

(At least he hadn't been wearing socks with them.) )

We ran. He caught up with us. By leaping off a roof.

[ His fingers curl tightly against the hem of Eichi's pants for a thankfully sturdier grip that'll ruin his clothing a little bit less, taking the arrival of his teammate in stride. This is hardly the strangest thing that Suigetsu has burst in on him doing and he feels no real need to fill him in yet or to hide his actions. Instead he looks them both over before turning away as Victor speaks, lifting Eichi bodily back off of his shoulder to allow him to tumble forward onto his bed.

There. Settled. Now Sasuke's free to look back again, those words twisting his expression into something less neutral and more openly displeased. ]

I can already guess who it was that you encountered by that alone. [ What a fucking headache, but one that was bound to occur sooner rather than later. When he next speaks his voice has shifted into something even deeper, morphed to match the false one Obito was so fond of using during his deceptions. ]

Is this what he sounded like?

Can I? I'd pay you to let me look after this guy. (laughing merrily through this awkwardness, totally oblivious to their woes as makkachin licks his face,) We're gonna have a night in, Makkachan, that's a good boy— hm?

(dorothy sounds like a girl.

why does he need to text a girl? eichi's condition? ah, the one slung over sasuke's shoulder who stabbed his hand with a fork in acedia, he remembers. the weak one, with a frail body, and very dubious way of speaking. just why are they all together in his teammate's room anyway, all alone and frazzled like this? there's something going on, but suigetsu doesn't care to know or get involved — too much trouble for him in the long run.)

Eeehh.

(so, in the end, the swordsman nods dumbly at the request with a firm pat to makkachin's back (there, there). orders always were something to bitch about and eventually follow anyway.)

I guess so, since he says his heart could explode and it looks like Sasuke's wrapped up in this now. Is she going to blame me for it? (then, a look to sasuke.) Obito's voice doesn't suit you at all, what's he done now? To Eichi, of all unnecessary people...

( he's not slow to pick up on what he's hearing; his eyes flick from Suigetsu's direction back to Sasuke, the: )

Yes —

( he'd stated with a cutting tone, followed so swiftly with: )

Obito. Then you both know him.

( that's enough. it's a sickening sort of frustration that he swallows and lets ride through him, an electric shock of unsettled unhappiness that radiates along his nervous system. Victor's exhausted, really, but he's wired up and focused; his eyes flash, cold, fists clenching at his sides.

and he looks so desperately, desperately hurt when he says: )

Obito's kidnapped my fiance, and you'll help me get him back, please. Before anything else happens.

[ "It looks like Sasuke's wrapped up in this now". If he had a sense of humor he might follow that with an "as usual" but he doesn't, so he won't. Instead he quietly listens as Victor confirms his suspicions, his own perpetually unmoved stare shifting from the figure skater to Suigetsu, meeting his gaze before sliding back. ]

... I understand. [ Certainly when faced with an expression like that, one that highlights Victor's determination. Besides, though he doesn't want to admit it and volunteer himself for any judgment down the line, he feels responsible for any upsets that Obito might cause. Asking someone else to deal with him is expecting too much; this is his family, in the end. ]

Suigetsu, monitor Eichi. He's unharmed and calm, but when he wakes you can discuss contacting that woman for him. I'll leave that to you.

In what district did this happen?

...

Hah?

You didn't say anything about looking after a guy, I've got Makkachan to worry about.

(but there's a tone in his voice that suggests he's already accepted the duty almost automatically, eyes finding eichi's prone form with a wrinkle of his nose. just why the hell is he here, if he's not wrapped up in this mess directly? did he come to visit sasuke?

well, whatever. maybe when they're alone together, he can ask him a few questions.)

...

Wait, Yuuri is your fiancé? (flatlines for about two seconds, before he's managed to form a thought.) Well, I hope he's not dead already. He's nice, Sasuke, he gave me universe books. I can lend them to you later, when you're done with Obito.

(finally approaching his teammate with a notable drag of his feet, makkachin's nose bumping into the backs of his legs when he stills, deciding how exactly to go about babysitting this proverbial rag doll. with sasuke no doubt leaving to take care of obito in his own way, which will most certainly end in two uchiha duking it out over nothing, suigetsu decides immediately that this is the lesser of two evils — therefore, he's more than happy to help out in a way that doesn't get him gelatinized or mentally bent over.

now that that's straightened out...)

Ahhh, I've got a headache already. (hands finding eichi's waist, easily pulling him off of sasuke in order to deposit him on the bed with an "accidental" drop of his frail body.) Oops, he's heavier than I thought...

( he loves his fiance, okay... suigetsu is a good guy. thank you, suigetsu.

continued here! )

...ke up, alrea...

(a call that sounds muffled in cotton, beckoning eichi back from the beyond to reenter the world of the sort-of-living.)

Wake up, already.

(and a hard smack to the cheek.)

Oi— wake up, I said!

(sure enough, the cotton isn't from the slow crawl into consciousness, but from a very fluffy dog tail currently beating eichi in the side of the face and ear. and the slap comes from a too-close suigetsu with a flat palm raised, squinting at the boy on the bed with a disdain that can only be measured in how many teeth he's baring with a curl of his lip. together, they crowd eichi on sasuke's sheets, huddled close enough to be considered immediate threats, if they didn't wear such dumb-ass looks on their faces.

finally, they can move on with this boring day. looking after someone wasn't in his schedule, but sasuke always has a way of dropping unexpected orders into his lap with no prior notice.)

The ice cream cones will have to wait, Makkachan, the dead guy woke up after all.

("boof," makkachin insists with a stamp of a paw onto the bed, making an interesting point.)

You don't say? I thought so too, buddy... I guess now we can ask him, eh?

Sasuke?

[Ow?? As he blinks slowly into reality, the smack is startling enough, and the dog tail certainly doesn't help. Pushing himself with a shaky hand to sit up, he places a hand over his cheek where he was smacked. It's probably red, since he's so fair and dainty. Good job.]

Ah, you're not Sasuke at all. [That's... odd. He blinks a few times, remembering red eyes and nothing else, and stares around the room looking for an answer.] Yet it seems we're in his room, so would you mind telling me why you're standing over me and abusing me like this while Sasuke isn't here?

[Even while asking that, he reaches out to pet Makkachin. Good dog.]

(... suspicious...)

Why is that the first name you say after waking up?

(the stare down at him is oppressive, a call for judgement when there's no need for drastic measures like this. he thought tying eichi's arm to the bedpost would be beneficial, then remembered how weak everyone considers him, so it's up to makkachin's to flop over his legs and keep him there with another kind of restraint. nobody can get up when a sleepy, happy dog is draped over their lap. nobody.

as i thought, suigetsu muses, watching eichi pet makkachin. the plan's going off without a hitch.)

I'm not abusing you yet... I don't think you know what abuse even looks like, if you say that, Eichi-kun. We're just talking, you and me, like we did over tea...

(talking. yes. while he's looming over eichi's prone form like a creep.

to make matters worse, where exactly did he find the switchblade being raised, pinched almost reverently between index and thumb? he holds it like he's making a point, wrist up, limp so that with every word he says there's some small motion from the tip of the blade, eccentric.)

Exactly what were you doing with Sasuke?

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It's true that I'm spoiled and know nothing of abuse, but with you standing over me like that and playing with your blade, it's a little scary, you know?

[He says that with a laugh, not looking afraid at all. He's such a strange person. His petting hand slows and he shifts to nudge Makkachin away to let him swing his legs over the side of the bed. He'll nudge Suigetsu out of the way if he has to, too. Still, he does have to raise a hand to his head, feeling a little dizzy. All that manhandling didn't help.]

But if you're so curious, Sasuke invited me here. We're friends, after all. [He decided this himself...] Do you know where he went?

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