badfic_logs | ~You'll see it's all a show~ Keep'em laughing as you go~

Mukuro was on his way to get some dinner when he noticed the impediment to his door. And oh he's in for quite a surprise. If you were awake saguru you may actually see Mukuro look honestly surprised.

And it is very rare for him to look honest about anything.

It's only for a moment though. He's just smiling like his usual self in the next second. He illusions a little glass of water in his hand and dumps the contents onto his ~~toy's~~ head and awaits for him regain consciousness.

[There's a couple groggy, painful seconds while consciousness intrudes and he gets reintroduced to what it's like to wake up from that stuff - he's woozy, his head feels like there's been a percussion and jackhammer chorus having practice, mouth dry, nauseated, and the fairly gentle hallway light is still enough to register as stabbing pain. The cold water isn't even that much of an affront on top of the rest of the misery.]

[He manages to crack an eyelid with a grumble, and the first thing to clearly process is pants legs... familiar ones ... and tracking upward to Mukuro standing over him.]

[And his clothes are missing. And his wrists are a bit sore from being in handcuffs for an hour.]

Oh goddamnitall...

"Kufufufu, why good evening Saguru, it seems as though you have been having fun."

He blinks and for a moment his eye goes into the fourth path of hell, as he had during their meeting during slasher-flick week. His eye glows in that purple flame and he very easily breaks the chain on the handcuffs with his bare hand. He blinks and his eye returns to the first path.

"Though my birthday was nearly three months ago. Whoever left you to me needs to check their facts."

There is no disguising the amusement in his voice... not that he's really trying.

With his wrist loose, if still attached to one loop of the handcuffs, he's rubbing that, blinking in the light; he'll worry about getting it off - and replacing his handcuffs - later.

"I had a confrontation turn into an impromptu re-enactment of another incident. Apparently when I see Kaito again I need to question him about his doppelganger." Since, you know, the fact that the note was SIGNED meant that there was no sidestepping that.

He started to get up, but ended up stumbling, still shaky, and groaned with the combination of headache and being stiff and sore everywhere, and opted for propping up against the wall instead.

"Oh? I am going to make an assumption and assume it is this... Kaito person?"

As amusing as this all is, Mukuro can't help but be mildly annoyed. What if he had needed to take over his body? Or some event had come up where he needed Saguru? Well, he looks out for his 'friends'. He beckons for Saguru to come into his room.

"Come, come, you can't go walking around the halls in nothing but your underwear."

That and it would be humiliating to be in your body in that state...

"My room isn't THAT far from here..." But for now, he's going to step inside Mukuro's room - at least to be talking NOT in the of the middle of the hallway, and time to regain his feet. As unstable as Mukuro is, he can't see much of anything that would prompt him being harmed like that... even if the brighter room light was a scourge.

"And it wasn't precisely Kaito - he was sent home sometime last week." Which means that now Saguru has his room to himself, something where he's not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing. "Apparently he had a doppelganger he never told me about - not an illusion or disguise; who - or what - ever this is was exact to just about every detail including behavior for the most part, and was quite convinced they were the 'real' Kaito."

"nonsense, come have a seat."

Mukuro beckons to his couch as he headed to his bureau and opened it. Usually he would NEVER consider lending out his clothes, however, he still had clothes remaining from his previous stay at the manor. Clothes that were a bit loose on his, as they were from before his stay at Vendice...

...and everyone knows Mukuro would never wear something that didn't fit him perfectly.

And thus, he digs out his Kokuyo uniform, with one of those trademark purple camo-print shirts he's so fond of, and hands it to Saguru. As much as he amusing as he found his little friend had been labelled with his name on him, he would much rather he have a bit of dignity.

"Put these on, save yourself any more embarrassment walking back to your room. So, this doppelganger might explain how he could be in two places at once. That is one of you magician's mysteries solved at least."

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He somehow manages to not give the shirt too dubious of a look - semiformal, maybe slightly archaic, was normal for him, purple camo-print...

Waking up in Shiki's clothes probably would've been closer to "normal" for him. Still, it was something, and at least it would minimize how many questions he'd have to put up with if someone else runs into him in the hallway on his way back to his room, so he's putting it on with the small hint of long-suffering that comes from being way too used to this crap.

"Doubtful. It seems more like the old folkloric 'attempting to replace' than something cooperative; this one was convinced the real Kaito was defective, and was perfectly happy to threaten violence, which would be massively out of character for Kid, who happens to be a fairly strict pacifist. Also when I'd used those smoke grenades against the real Kid, he got out of them by panicking and fighting me for my rebreather, not just ignoring it as if it weren't there." And that long-suffering look gains more of a frown. Trying to get the rebreather back was like trying to scuffle with a wall, he couldn't even use his weight against what should've been a smaller person. "They also addressed me as Kaito, with no pretense or mention of Kid."

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~~Oh shut up and take his damn school uniform Guru. You know it's fabulous!~~

"Hmmm, you don't say. Seems like a dangerous type then? Perhaps one genetically altered somehow? I've seen human experimentation with a great variation results." He ponders a moment, supposedly about something to further Saguru's thought process, but in reality the gears are turning about what this person is. He would simply love to see what exactly made one immune to some sort of sedating gas, and so easily over power Saguru. Well, time to get back to semi-useful lies, "It would certainly makes sense for him to have an air of superiority over someone not altered as he was. I've seen it before among other experimented children. A bit of a coping method with the drugs and physical altercations I assume. They were the most likely to react violently... and typically the first to be put down. Perhaps he managed to escape?"

Hmm... he just described himself a bit there.

Oh well.

~~That's the problem, Saguru isn't.~~

He sunk down in the chair a little, and it's hard to tell if he's rubbing his temples under the pretense of shading his eyes, or shading his eyes under the pretense of rubbing his temples. He really wasn't sure what was worse, the headache or the light-sensitivity. "Mmm, quite possibly. I need to look into this further; I've seen it proven that we do have some of the supernatural and bizarre on our world, it's just rare, although this one does seem to have a lack of actual self-identity at the moment besides 'Kaito'." Yes, that description is being filed away and he's well aware that Mukuro's a bit of an expert on that subject. "I don't remember having heard anything about this, which means he's either something that happened before I arrived that I hadn't run across, or something that hasn't happened yet." That last possibility was what worried him; if it's past then he knows Kaito got out of it alright, but if it's future...

"Hmmm... created with the sole purpose of replacement... that is a rather tricky situation. It adds an entirely new danger, depending on how he goes about acquiring this self-identity it could result violently. As you said this one already has an inclination towards violence."

He pauses thoughtfully. He very much wanted to meet this 'kaito'. It probably wouldn't be hard to manipulate him into a similar position to Ken and Chikusa.

"That would probably infer that the boy was either trained to act as such, or lacked enough social interaction to learn otherwise."

"Thinking about it, I'd say the latter is definitely part of the problem... he can mimic Kaito's behavior within certain parameters, but as soon as something unusual comes up it breaks down." Headache on top of headaches. "All the more reason that I need to find out what's going on - if I can get a better handle on what I'm dealing with, I'd much rather help him get his own sense of identity together without it turning violent. Besides, nobody deserves to be treated like that ... if it's possible to help him, I'd rather ..." Damnit, complicated thought + his head right now. If he just had a hook he could clean all the cotton balls out... "Do something so he has a life of his own instead of just being 'an escaped experiment'."

Yes, Mukuro, this may be the secret of part of why he's as patient as he is with you, as much as he realizes you're incredibly dangerous and someone just as likely to turn destructive.

"So he's essentially a time bomb."

Much like he was as a child. You create someone with a goal and a weapon and no grasp on the world, they will use their skills as they see fit. Again, he was a prime example.

"It won't be easy, unless you can discern exactly what this one went through you run the risk of unintentionally triggering some sort of violent response. It's quite the interesting puzzle really."

Mukuro takes a seat next to Saguru on the couch, and casually reclines almost regally. He is quite used to treating this couch like a throne.

"I would have to say that the manor is quite possibly the worst place for him. Back in your world he had more of a semblance of an identity and purpose... a job to do. In this world that is much harder. If you add questioning the identity he has been condition into believing, you may just set him off even worse. And considering you and this Kaito had... I am going to assume a strained relationship, you may become this new one's target if he is trying to clean up his predecessor's mistakes..."

"...Basically." Oh, this is going to be SUCH FUN when he's back up to silly things like moving beyond shifting so Mukuro has adequate space on the couch. And caring that he's in the room of a psychopath in his boxers and a borrowed shirt. "It'd been more strained when he was a suspect, although more recently we'd been on friendly terms - reason I haven't had my hair dyed a different color every other week living with him. He doesn't seem to know about me beyond the exchange in the hallway." He makes a face; that's going to make things harder, if not!Kaito is reacting based on how he'd handled himself when he thought he was dealing with the more typical sort of fake. "At least there isn't the same expectation from outside of what he should be doing, or others who might not know what they're interfering in muddying the works."

"Perhaps you should acquire a middle man to ask what the last thing this one remembers is?"

He would volunteer himself... but the would make him a bit too suspic- actually you know what, he will volunteer himself...

"Or you were provided a sufficient disguise so that this 'Kaito' doesn't recognize you..."

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... He's not nearly so out of it as to miss the ulterior motives.

"While some kind of assistance to get a better handle on things might be useful, I still need to clear things up; I'll be living here, so the sooner I can register as not-an-enemy the better. It's not like I can disappear. He'd also probably find out sooner or later if I deceive him - which would probably only undo whatever progress I may've made by then and cast my own claims into doubt..." He sighs. "I think I may have to just swallow the risk that I'll be a target and try to damage-control. After all, that last altercation could've gone worse."

"My good friend, you think I am such an amateur as to get caught? I can assure you, I can offer you a disguise that will not be seen through, nor will it ever be found out."

He flips his hair casually, out of all the things he prided himself on, his ability to deceive others was his absolute favorite. Things had been so easy here though. A nice game would be most welcome...

"Honestly Saguru, I know I am not the most...trustworthy of people, but I think it would be a tragedy should something happen to you."

The reasons behind that are up to you to try and figure out.

"It might be useful, but it still leaves me having to establish that I'm not actually an enemy afterwards... and I'd feel like a rather pathetic detective if I couldn't make sense of what I'm dealing with here." Sure, he was used to normal human criminals back home, but with what he'd dealt with since arriving at the Manor, he was starting to get used to strangeness.

He has caught on that Mukuro seems to at least find him amusing, and almost definitely has at least several ulterior motives for being as "friendy" as his. "I just wish I were the only person to worry about here."

"It could give you the Intel you need to go about talking to him normally. Perhaps dissuade him from his hostile ways. Surely I do not need to go into the advantages of this for someone as bright as yourself, Saguru. It's foolish to turn down such an opportunity."

Ulterior motives are a psycho's best friend! He is not going to be dissuaded by your excuses this time as he usually is. He wants to meet this boy~

...Yeah no. "It would certainly be a shortcut on some things, but cause complications for a few others, and would entirely depend on how freely he'd talk to anyone - it's not like I could say, 'He would trust this person', so there's not even a guarantee I'd get anything more than I would on my own."

Unfortunately he's seeing your psycho and raising it a double-Earth-sign.

"Again you underestimate my skills, if I was careless enough to allow for complications later I would have been dead long ago."

He stands and thoughtfully begins to pace back and forth across the room as he brainstorms a plan.

"I would use the guise of Chrome, the young girl I believe I mentioned her to you a few times, the one who I've been taking care of. The body of a female as slight as her should not be deemed a threat by any means. I will temporarily add her name to my door to give the appearance of her staying here for about a week. Should he question her whereabouts I will simply say she was sent home. And, should she come to the manor I will be the first to find her, otherwise she will perish. Then I will explain the situation to her. Besides, the manor does have a nasty habit of wiping one's memories clean, does it not?"

He will make you show him this boy even if he has to take over your body to do it Saguru. He needs him some minions...

Minions that are not Fran.

Right now, painkillers and coffee sound better than plotting, but leaving Mukuro alone with someone that damaged doesn't seem like the greatest idea. "Still, the sooner I can convince him that I'm not a threat, the better off things will be for him in the long run - after all, I'm the one he'll be dealing with when he goes home." You're awful intent on this, aren't you? "Help may be useful, but I'm going to have to undo the damage I've already done, and if he's attempting to be Kaito, then I'm the one who'll know the most about him, and how he's going to work."

"Oh I have no intention of speaking to him, the disguise will be for you. Kufufufufu I think you'll look good in Chrome."

He blinks and the kanji numeral in his eye goes from a six to a one, and Saguru ~~you poor poor thing~~ if you were to look at your body you would notice that you are suddenly this girl.

"Of course I will need to accompany you, but rest assured he will not notice my presence at all."

If you ever wondered what it'd look like if Chrome were to shoot you a "Seriously? SERIOUSLY?" lineface look while nursing the God of all hangovers, you know now.

"...This defeats the purpose of me attempting to salvage the fiasco that was last night, doesn't it?"

"Hardly my good friend! This is simply a means to gather information so you can approach as yourself with less of a risk."

And he can't help but let out another chuckle at that expression there... not dropping the disguise just yet. It's simply amusing.

"Surly you can see the benefits of what I'm offering. It would be foolhardy to refuse."

He's beginning to suspect that the more Mukuro stresses the "good friend" and being helpful, the more Mukuro wants something.

Which means that look hasn't budged.

"Either way, whatever I do is going to have to wait; hiding under blankets in a dark room with nothing more solid than tea is all I'm going to be good for until sometime tomorrow."

"Right, right of course." And with that he pulls a folded blanket off the end of his bed and throws it over Saguru's head, he's in a seemingly fantastic mood~ "Feel free to rest here as long as you need. I, however have some things I must do."

He dims the light, and casts one more glance over his shoulder at Saguru on the couch....who has seemingly neglected the pants he was lending him.

"And do be aware, I did give you those pants so that you could wear them. Kufufufufufufu"

........Oh hush he's not really all there yet, and won't be for a while. Hell, the weighing debate over things like his ability to remain upright for the next three or four hours and his ability to walk 200 yards without throwing up or passing out again is the only reason he's not arguing more about needing to go back to his room; at least hiding out until he's up to moving will net him more dignity than being stubborn and ending up getting carried. Maybe. Sort-of. Screw it. Moving sucks.

Pants, however, probably are actually a good idea to fix anyway, even if he's not going to be trying to get back to his room just yet. And even if it ends up being more "pull under blanket and put on" than something more normal and involved.

Not that it mattered much, since shortly after that was a wad of detective too aftereffect-hungover to care that he was basically being a blanketwad on the couch of someone he knew better than to seriously trust very far. Still, it wasn't like there'd be any reason for Mukuro to DO ANYTHING to him, seeing as how Mukuro'd been quite persistent in trying to convince Saguru of his good graces and it'd be more to his advantage for - whatever he was plotting to "play nice" at a time like this.

It was a very muffled and bleary sort of comment that came out of the blanket."You really are invested in this one, aren't you?"

"Why wouldn't I be? He and I are of similar origins. Call it a feeling of kinship if you will. I would simply like to meet him is all."

Almost honest... sort of. There were a few things he needed to settle with this 'Kaito imposter', one of them being Saguru's safety. He didn't care what else that thing went on a rampage on, but he needed Saguru's body in top shape at all times in case of an emergency. The other being the fact that this one also is an experiment. While Mukuro is hardly capable of feeling something as sentimental as kinship, there is a bit of a tie there. Perhaps it is from his lack of contact with Ken and Chikusa, but a new member to the once infamous Kokuyo gang was quite an exciting idea.

And perhaps this one would be able to tell him more about Saguru...

He still isn't sure he trusts much of anything that'd be "benevolent" or "empathic" coming from Mukuro, but trying to seek out others with similar issues makes some sense.

Even though he's pretty sure he's going to be undoing damage here and working against some pushing towards a much more bitter, cynical, and misanthropic world view.

Still, for all that he wanted to do as much as he could to NOT see this not!Kaito turn into a monster? "Here let's avoid you being exposed to anything else" wouldn't work either.

"Mmm. And at least I know I have - some resources back home to try to help so that he has a chance to get a life."

Mukuro turns to lean on the door frame, smirking.

"That would probably be quite helpful, but do allow me to warn you: depending on what he is, and what has been done to him, you cannot hope to integrate him into normal society without putting other's at risk."

He tucks his bangs behind his ear, and his face becomes somewhat more serious. For once this is honest advice, not for the sake of others, but for the one like him.

"Even if you should teach him all of your proper morals and codes of conduct, he will lack the basic foundation to act upon them properly. And that is if you can even instill ethics into him properly."

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The sudden change in Mukuro's demeanor is enough to get through the migraine and everything - it's not standard behavior for him, and is ...

More than sound enough to be honest.

"...I'd settle for some kind of loophole that'd give time for him to learn, and get to be his own person, instead of someone's tool or weapon... if I don't function in more than the fringes of 'normal society', I ... know I can't expect someone who's been through that to do any better." He frowns, draping an arm over his face and sliding down to lay across the couch. "As it stands, if nobody does anything to try, to most people he'll be a 'thing' - some kind of failed experiment or dangerous 'object', and no-one deserves that."

"Well what I'm saying is something a little different from just functioning on the 'fringes' of society. Let me give you an example: Once I had escaped from what remained of the laboratory, I was taken into another family, and they raised me as their own for a good few years. However, despite their teachings and such, I would still manage to slip up. For example, one day I found a cat betting around a mouse in an alley way, assuming this to be some ungodly act of cruelty I decided to punish the cat by repeatedly smashing it's head against the pavement until it was long dead and a bloody mess."

He chuckles and shakes his head, not mentioning that at that age he still took similar actions against people.

"It is not that my morals were misplaced exactly, it is that I simply acted on them the way I found came naturally. It is a very 'Of Mice and Men' like case if you will. This one will not be able to socialize without proper supervision, otherwise you run the risk of an 'accident'."

There's a shift as he's moving his arm a little from covering his face - he's listening, intently, even through the headache... let's face it, "CEEB Psychology" isn't exactly something there's a wealth of information on, and getting something "from the horse's mouth" is always going to be more valuable than attempting inferences.

"It ... makes sense - there's a lot of basic groundwork 'taken for granted' in normal society that ... wouldn't exist." And it makes Mukuro make a huge amount of sense, really, as well. "As much as I deal in 'abnormal psychology', I admit, this is territory where any other resource I might have is pure theory."

Mukuro nods, knowing full well you will get no better resource than himself. Not only has he experienced it first hand, but he has the self-awareness to realize what actions of his were deemed as inappropriate by normal standards. Of course there really was only so much damage that could be reversed with Mukuro. While his intelligence allowed him to figure out how to act properly around people, he never did quite figure out the point of genuine empathy.

"Now imagine what would happen to this fellow if he happen to slip up? Perhaps he mistook a couple on the street playing around and accidentally snapped the boy's neck. What would happen to him? He would either be locked away, or forced to flee with the label of 'monster'. You see, integration is something next to impossible for that very reason."

~~which is why it would be best if you left this 'Kaito' up to Mukuro~~

~You'll see it's all a show~ Keep'em laughing as you go~

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I will spell nonsense right on the first try someday.

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Well, Mukuro's half right... Akito WAS an experiment...

He can smell vulnerable experiment people a mile away!

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...knowing the order of canon events, this tag is kind-of depressing.

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