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Log: Akito tunes Killua's skateboard - Complete!

Who: Killua, Akito/gito
What: Tuning the skateboard motor
When: Tonight I guess
Where: SDII

Killua gave an annoyed sigh and shoved his hands in his pockets, walking down toward that freakshow's room. Sometimes he wondered what other mental issues the kid had. When had Killua ever said he'd forgiven him. He didn't have the patience to keep correcting him though and he was generally kind of grumpy. He stopped in front of the door and stared at it for a few minutes. Finally, kind of hoping the kid wasn't there, he tapped the door with his foot to knock. "Hey."

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Killua's eye twitched. "I think you need to back that train up girly boy." He narrowed his eyes at Akito. "What the hell do you mean I need to take my clothes off so you can get to know my body?"

Whatever conversation he was having in his head, Killua wasn't concerned about rape so much since he could snap this guy like a twig, but heck maybe he DID have a death wish.

Akito gave a sigh, he didn’t expected to have to explain everything to Killua.
“Okay… better to explain the process then…”
He took a deep breath.
“The engines on our roller blades aren’t normal, as you noticed the last battle, it gives us not only speed but Agito has a full control over the directions and the wind.
That is power, is due because I custom made the gear, it works like it was a part of his body, and that is, the roller blade produces the same sound as Agito at the same rhythm… Giving him the full control that way, and at the same time allows him to control the engine like an extension of his own body also… That’s why he is able to attack you using the wind…”
“Don’t you fucking go around explain how my fucking attack works!!” Agito shouted inside him, making him stop a little.
“Well… It’s not like you cannot use the skate with the engine without my tuning… But it will kind of hurt my pride as a tuner to give you a third rate job as a gift…”

"So what you need my heartbeat or something? Why do I need to take off my clothes. And what does having them as an extension of your body have to do with harnessing wind? Isn't it just physics?"

“Well, it’s more than knowing your heartbeat, I want to know your body, like his limits, so that I don’t create something that breaks at your first try and doesn’t break your body also. For that I actually need to touch your skin with my own and memorize your body in me. And that way produce the best synchronization of the engine to your body…
I am sorry for not explaining further the way our wind attacks works… Agito would be mad… But… if you feel really uncomfortable… how about leaving the underwear on? I really need you relaxed in order to make the tuning work.”

Killua just stared at him. Did he just say he needed to touch skin to skin? It didn't sound like just feeling his muscles either.

"I need you to tell me what the hell you mean by touching skin to skin and memorizing my body IN yours." Killua's voice sounded dangerously low and purposeful.

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“Exactly what I said, I’ll undress myself and touch your body, and concentrate on hearing and feeling you.” He becomes serious “And with that information create the best engine to your body…”
Akito says it innocently, not understanding why Killua was having such a hard time understanding it.
“It’s not like I am interested in your body in any way, but as I said, leaving the engine in a standard will be a waste, and you won’t get close to the effect that we get from our rollerblades… but if you get happy with that, as much as it hurts my pride… I cannot tune the engine to your body without at least hearing your body a little, and for that I need to touch you.”

Sometimes it seemed like they were talking different languages. "First of all, obviously you don't have issues with guys bodies. Or you wouldn't be interested in Mello. So it doesn't reassure me at all to have you say you have no interest. Second of all saying you're going to put your body in mine, which is what you said by the way, that implies a whole level of hell no."

Akito still doesn’t understand why Killua is making such a big issue, although he admitted the process was awkward. The results would be remarkable.
But suddenly, his hand switches the patch to his other eye, showing a really angry Agito.
“You fucking idiot!!! What the hell are you fucking thinking!! He is only fucking touching you!! He is not fucking having… anything more!!! I wouldn’t fucking allow that!!! It’s fucking disturbing already that he is fucking touching you!!!”
Agito takes a deep breath, passing the eye patch to Akito again.
“Was this… the misunderstanding?” He asks, slightly blushing “I-I thought I had already explained that I… only love… Mello-san… that way…”

Killua glared at Agito. "Don't you try to turn that around on me. He said IN. I don't know what that means where YOU come from but it's not my fault that he said it wrong!" But he was already back to Aktio. Killua rubbed his temples. "Look I don't give a rats ass about your super special feelings about Mello. And I don't care how loyal you are whatever. You can't just ask to put your body into someone else's. IN is a whole different word from on. And even that's too weird for me man. Can't you like... just use my arm or something?"

“I am sorry… since it was the first time explaining the process… I never tuned anyone besides Agito, so… I never had to explain myself to another one before…”
He get’s really red with the misunderstanding, thinking about what it had looked like he looks to the floor, getting as red as a tomato.
“Just… the shirt of… would be enough for me to have… a clue… if you would allow…” he mumbled, still too embarrassed to actually look into Killua’s face.

Killua sighed and looked at the kid warily. "Just the shirt?"

"Yes" he smiles politely, still with his cheeks slightly red.

He sighs. "Fine but you stop if I ask or I won't guarantee your safety." He gathered his shirt in his hands, pulling it up over his head and thinking he was going to regret this and should just tell him to take the darn motor back off or something.

Akito smiles.
“Of course, as I said before, I cannot tune properly if you aren’t confortable.”
He takes his shirt also.
“Make yourself as relaxed as possible… feel free to stand, sit or lay in bed…”

"Yeah, no offense but I'm not laying down." He plopped into a chair. "OK, have at it."

He looks towards Killua, walking slowly towards him.
“Calm down…” he thinks to himself.
He extends his hands towards arms rest of the chair, in order to be balanced, and lays his ear on Killua’s heart.
He closes his eyes, starting to focus in the sounds of the other’s body.
“Rhythm… composed…” he thinks, his left hand lays on Killua’s right hand, with his fingertips moving really slow, trying to catch the flow of Killua’s blood.

Killua looked at the ceiling, willing his muscles to relax even though he has a schizophrenic psycho listening to his heart apparently. He really didn't want to know what else he was doing. But anyone that close that wasn't Gon made his muscles tighten in anticipation of a fight. He closed his eyes and pretended this was some new form of torture Miruki or Illumi had devised and made every attempt to look bored out of his mind.

Akito’s left hand starts feeling Killua’s chest, he had already managed to get the rhythm of his heart beat, but now, was trying to figure out what was the energy passing inside Killua.
“It… sounds like… could it be electricity?” he concludes to himself “But… how could he…”
His right hand reaches the other guy wrists, feeling all the scars, he could distinguish the time line in them now, the way they had healed, and the way they had appeared on Killua’s body.
He suddenly stops, feeling a new scar.
“This one… is a burned…”
He remembers Killua saying about his family torturing him, but his mind was having a hard time to accept that reality.
“I… it cannot be… some of this scars are… from his early childhood.”
An electrical discharge sound arrives in his ears.
“Could… it be… that he… was tortured… to this point… by his own family.
No… Thus this mean that… this guy…”
His focus breaks, he falls backwards, not being able to stand hearing more.
“He… suffered all that… from his family… and… all alone…”
He starts crying, in a few seconds sobbing.

Now the guy is touching his scars. Killua looks at the wall trying not to be annoyed. But then the kid literally falls off of him and lands on the floor and starts blubbering. "What the heck?"

He looks down at Akito. "You er... ok?" Why the hell was he crying? Killua hadn't done anything and if the kid went off and told someone he had he was going to be ticked.

His sobs get louder, he tries to clean his tears with his arm, but they keep flowing.
“I… am sorry… I’ll…” he can’t finish his phrase has he looks towards Killua and forgets about getting back to normal, he puts his hands on his eyes and curls like a ball while sitting on the floor.

Killua just sort of stares down at him. Why in the hell was the kid freaking out? He'd been trying to be nicer and everything. It TOTALLY wasn't his fault. Jeeze.

"Uh."

Killua sat down on the floor next to him and uncomfortably patted his head. "Uh... it's ok."

Akito raises his head, his eyes continued crying.
“I… saw… all the torture… you passed… at your family hand…” he manages to say between the sobs “I… know that your body has the …ability to produce electricity… and how that ability was gained…”
He curls into a ball.
“You… passed all your life being tortured… all alone… It’s just… too sad…”
Continues crying, thinking how he had been spoiled in comparison with the other guy, at least he had always had Agito to support him…

Killua's whole body twitched. How the hell did that kid figure that out from listening. "Don't you dare tell anyone else about my nen abilities." He threatened, but the kid was still crying so it was kind of pointless. "Look, I grew up like that. It sucked but whatever, I'm alive and I'm strong. And I don't need your pity. That's just how our family is." He reached up for kleenex and tossed it at the boy. "Stop crying."

Akito grabs the kleenex, making lot’s of noise as using it. His eyes goes towards Killua’s annoyed face, he tries hard to just stare at him without crying, but the tears start flowing again.
“I am sorry… I promise I’ll stop crying in some… minutes… and I will never tell anyone but…”
He sobs again, trying to make an effort to stop crying.
“Next to your family… my brother is really… cute…” he laughs slightly between tears.

Killua wasn't sure what he meant by that and didn't really want to know. "Uh yeah, well a lot of people are probably adorable in comparison to my family." He crosses his legs indian style and props his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand wanting to be anywhere else but here with crying boy.

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