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Who: M!Major

letztesmajor , Seimei

two_in_eden , M!Seimei

ucnttxtmsgbrkup , Hibari

hi_blog , M!Soubi

molest_u & M!Ritsuka

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Where: Various
When: Wednesday Night
Rating: R for Family cruelty and Violence...Um not for Major for once?
Summary: M!Seimei doesn't like M!Ritsuka on the same side with Seimei. So he's going to pay for it. A domino effect occurs.
the Story: Mirror Seimei could not stand the sickening sight of his Ritsuka and the other Seimei acting all cuddly. It was upsetting. Disgusting and most of all it reeked of perverse behavior although the mirror did not see a single thing that was objectionable.

No one was allowed to be kind to M!Ritsuka. NO.ONE. So it hadn't been all that hard to figure out what to do. The mirror wrote a lovely letter to Hibari the closest mirror to the prefect. Of course the writing was backwards on the mirror side

The Other Ritsuka has been playing with your boyfriend in his room.

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Hibari was not good at sharing. Never had been and as far as he was concerned, he never would be. It wasn't that he thought Seimei couldn't resist temptation--he wouldn't have accepted him if he'd thought he still wanted his brother--but that was no reason to let Ritsuka, even Mirror~Ritsuka, get away with toeing the line. Ritsuka always overcomplicated things and he doubted his mirror was much better. There was really only one thing to do:

Bite him to death.

And with tonfa in hand, that was exactly what he planned to do.

[The mirror had been patient. Waiting for his chance to do what the Queen had ordered. And allowing the real Seimei to offer all the love he had been waiting for. All the love that his real brother would have given him. Now, as Seimei had finally left him alone, he was working on a virus. Something that would cause more chaos on the real side. he typed away, debating just what to do. After all, it had to be something good. Something worthy in order to be able to make his request.]

Hibari easily kicked in Seimei's door. The mansion was far from indestructible and damage to Seimei's property wasn't exactly ever high on Hibari's not-to-do list. His foot being mightier than the knob, the door flew open on its hinges, knocking a hole in the opposite wall.

Hibari surveyed the room quickly, noting Ritsuka's presence and Seimei's absence. Well, that was lucky. It didn't really matter which Ritsuka it was now that they were alone. He had plenty of reasons to bite either of them dead.

The mirror turned to see Hibari and his eyes narrow. This was a problem. "Hibari?" He could tell by the man's face that he wasn't their own Hibari, the child-like and complacent one. "I don't have time for you." He kept working, trying to hurry the program along before the other man tried to attack him like he knew he would. "Do you really think Seimei will forgive you for hurting me?"

"I've never asked for forgiveness for anything. I won't start now." He smiled, already enjoying the anticipation of the slaughter. He swung his tonfa in his palms and adjusted his grip on their handles. He'd waited far too long for this. "Kamikorosu."

He flew at Ritsuka in a flash of gleaming metal aimed for his face.

The boy managed to duck, but the computer was destroyed. In his low crouch he glared at Hibari, or rather at the mirror behind him. Where was that useless dog when he wanted him? Having his fill of the other Ritsuka by now. At least that had managed right. Or perhaps that false Seimei was playing with him, bruising him the way he had been bruised. "How useless ..." He fished around for a piece of broken computer, as sharp as he could manage. He needed to get away from this man, this monster of a being. He threw it, aiming for the face before trying to bolt.

Unfortunately that monster was between him and the door.

Hibari easily dodged the shard, looking as though he hadn't moved at all for the speed of his movements. He flicked the hooks out from the sides of his tonfa, the blades extended and now ready to slice into the sacrifice.

Useless? Oh, the boy had no idea who he was dealing with.

He charged with both tonfa raised, ready to slice his torso and arms.

He raced for the door, mentally calling Soubi Soubi you worthless piece of trash, come NOW! He screamed it as loudly as he could, calling his fighter to him. For once, he might reward the creature for being on this side.

Moving targets are easy. His attack doesn't change.

It may not have been a very nice beckon, but beckon it was nevertheless. The desperation of the call actually seemed to light a fire under his otherwise apathetic ass. He leaped to his feet, dashing out the bedroom door and racing to follow his thread to his sacrifice.

The mirror was not doing well. His face was already bleeding and the closed wound on his leg was leaking blood. He knew he couldn't survive this much longer. After all, he wasn't created to be very strong.

The boy wasn't moving much anymore. With the open wound re-opened his movements were choppy and slower then before. "Do you think he'll just accept this?" He grabbed for the bed sheet and tried to throw it between them, an attempt to buy himself time.

Hibari was having a brilliant time. He didn't mind the sheet at all, just plowed through it, letting it fall between them and his blows. A sheet wasn't going to dampen his attacks any, just leave a nice tie-die splash of blood to stain the cloth.

Soubi's hammering footfalls heralded the only warning before the fighter finally rounded the corner and launched immediately into a spell. Fuck tactics at this point; even if his sacrifice hated him, that blood spouting from the boy made Soubi see red.

He and Ritsuka were together. His power wouldn't be halved. The thought made him smile as he muttered under his breath, sending a spout of flame pouring from his hands straight for Hibari's back.

Seimei runs into the mirror version of his room and scrambles to get to the mirror above the the mantle piece. Ritsuka. He was too late.

His face is bright red as this is completely embarrassing, upsetting, and disturbing to see. It didn't matter what Ritsuka it was it was a Ritsuka!

Soubi was there. For once since he had arrived he was thankful for the fighter's existence in the mansion. However, it'll probably take a lot more to stop Hibari and the prefect's resilence leaves him honestly more concerned for this fake brother of his.

This is all a mistake!

"It's a lie. It's not true. It's not true."

He can't help but beat on the mirror in a vain attempt to not have to watch.

The blood spray Hibari was hoping for came easily from the boy. He fell like a rag doll to the tonfa. The blood seemed to come from everywhere and his vision was becoming obscured by the blood that rushed into the corner of his eye.

"Soubi, kill him." His voice was less then a horse whisper. He knew it would hurt Seimei, but Seimei had chosen this violent beast, there was no going back after this point. "Kill him now."

Hibari felt the heat as the flames approached him from behind and rolled away, squatting close to the floor, looking at Soubi. Well... this was... annoying.

Of course, the sheet between him and Ritsuka couldn't get out of the way of the fire. And cotton burns so nicely.

Fabric may burn, but even fire bows to water. Another quick spell spilled a bit of water to extinguish the fire. The smoldering remains hissed as Soubi stepped between Hibari and his sacrifice. He'd been ordered to kill. He was more than happy to oblige.

That same water he'd used to extinguish the fire rose again beneath his hands, greyish brown from the ash, and crystallized into sharp spikes. With a violent motion of Soubi's arm, the ice shards flew like bullets toward the prefect.

[Seimei punches the glass. He can't do anything. He has to do something. The other Aoyagi paces back and forth trying to figure out what exactly.

The other him couldn't have crossed over. He would have remembered. The mirror allowed him to see but the others couldn't see or hear him. How could the other have gotten Hibari to react?

A red blur passes by the mirror. Of course!. Seimei cuts into left index finger and writes in blood.]

.eil a s'tI .eil a s'tI .eil a s'tI .eurt ton s'tI .rorriM !akustiR toN
.parT .eil a s'tI .eil a s'tI .eil a s'tI

The boy could feel the water mingle with the blood and knew he could barely move. There was nothing he could do now. The order had been given to kill the beast before it killed him.

The thought passed through his mind to tell Soubi to kill him. His purpose on this side had failed and he would never gain the brother he longed for. It was useless. He pushed himself onto his elbows, but fell before he could move. He doubted he could sustain much more of a beating from Seimei's beast. "Quickly ..." He couldn't hold on anymore, he passed out before he could finish the order. Although he looked more like he was dead, and he would be if he lost much more blood.

Hibari leapt up to dodge the ice, his left leg protesting as he came back to the floor. This was probably not what Tam-sensei had meant by going easy on it. He dropped the chains from his tonfa and spun them as quickly as possible, ready to deflect and attack.

He caught the mirror out of the corner of his eye; saw the writing. So they had company. And a lie or not, it didn't help his situation any.

Hibari ran at Soubi with chains swirling.

Soubi was completely single-minded once he was given an order. Like a machine, he obeyed. Like a machine, he stood his ground, gaze cold and tactical, drawing Hibari into his trap. Close contact, melee battle, was just about the stupidest thing Hibari could do with this opponent.

Soubi didn't move when the blades came into contact with his skin. They sliced through him easily, and crimson splattered across the walls and floors. To a lesser person, that may even have been debilitating. But this was Soubi. He was used to pain. He'd been trained for it since childhood.

The deep slices made him flinch, made his jaw clench, and there may even have been a deep growl. But that was what needed to be done, to draw Hibari in close enough. Soubi reached out to press a hand to the man's face, fingertips pressed to the prefect's forehead as he muttered another quick spell.

Another spout of flame shot from his hand, now point blank.

Seimei's mirror couldn't resist it any longer. He wanted to watch the damage inflicted by Hibari on the Mirror Ritsuka. Carefully the mirror sneaks up to the door keeping low. The sacrifice watches with a delighted smile as the fire springs forth from Soubi's hand.

However something catches his attention. The mirror covered in blood? M!Seimei starts to read note. Seimei is probably on the other side of that mirror. Crap! He blinks and suddenly he's back on the mirror side. Well this is disappointing. Oh well. M!Soubi might not be happy with him once he figured out that M!Seimei set this all up.

Seimei who had been watching as well, definitely noticed his irritating other self who deserved to be destroyed. There's not much that can be done at this point, this is not his Ritsuka and Hibari needs to be removed for this situation.

Seimei grabs Hibari and throws him over his shoulder then runs out of the room in a hurry. He hopes that he'll get lucky and Hibari will understand that he's only doing this to save him. If not well at least Hibari is beating his back rather than his face.

The mirror lays there as if he's dead. He's unable to give any command or even move. He's slowly dying.

Hibari's face hurt. Like fire. Exactly like fire. He cursed his luck, hands up to try and block any further attack while he tried to open his watering eyes. When he was picked up, he wasn't immediately aware of who it was who had him. He kicked furiously, peering with blurry vision down at... a tail. Seimei's tail. Well, that made it easier. He grabbed it as close to the base as he could and PULLED. Just once. One good hard pull was all it would really require to demonstrate the indignity of being thrown over his shoulder.

Still.. as he looked, he did not see Soubi in pursuit. Seemed they were actually making an escape. And alone, against Soubi, Hibari was worried about his chances.

Now, was this the real Seimei or his mirror?

Soubi watched with gritted teeth as Seimei leaped out of the mirror and snatched away his prey. He growled, about to follow when he felt Ritsuka's weight slump against his leg. The fighter glared hard at the door, then chanced a look at his sacrifice. He didn't like what he saw.

Sighing into resignation, he dropped to his knees and very gingerly scooped Ritsuka up. He needed to get Ritsuka some help, and he didn't look like he had much time to do so.

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