i may love you in the morning.

[underhound]

[ obtaining one of the subjects of this certain series of experiments was not on his priority list, but who is he to give up an opportunity when it's presented to him?

giovanni is not a greedy man, but he'll take whatever steps necessary to reach his final goal. his brother (oh his brother) stands far and away, a figure burning white against the darkness. this is only a portion of the journey.

this "portion" is a boy currently lying unconscious on the floor near the foot of the bed. it's a sparsely furnished bedroom, locked from the outside. the windows are barred. giovanni has allies outside who will let them out when they're ready. he doesn't doubt that the boy will fight at first, but only at first.

he stays seated on the only chair in the room, legs crossed, hands clasped atop his knee, and sunglasses firmly in place. the drugs will wear off soon, and the training will begin. ]

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[demonbox]

[ The drugs are, in fact, currently wearing off, leaving Kimizuki to blink his eyes open into the gloom. He's had enough practice at dealing with waking up in unfamiliar situations that he plays dead for a moment.

Then he realizes he's facing Giovanni and abandons that notion right away, glaring openly at him as he pushes himself up. It's not hard for him to figure out what must have happened. He'd gotten the money, turned himself over, and immediately gotten pissy over the rough treatment the lackies had shown them - and then nothing. His memory goes blank after that and he can only assume he'd been drugged and moved into this tiny little prison of a room.

Which only leaves one important question waiting for him. ] Who the hell are you?

[underhound]

[ he's stirring, and giovanni looks at his every movement carefully. no permanent damage, it seems, though his line of questioning thus far is still very straightforward.

giovanni smiles and gives him an equally straightforward answer. ]

Your captor, currently. How are you feeling?

[demonbox]

Like shit. [ Kimizuki's tone is as irritated as his words are crass. He climbs to his feet as he speaks, movements careful but steady. Looks like he's still in one piece, at least. ]

So what th'hell do you want from me? [ Kimizuki had been desperate enough to get money for his sister's medical care that he hadn't quite had time to take in all the details - he's just sure it's nothing good. ]

[underhound]

[ giovanni doesn't move even as kimizuki manages to get to his feet, smile still stretched wide across his face. ]

You don't know? [ he's saying these things just to be an asshole about it. ] You made a deal—Kimizuki, was it?

You're in our possession now.

[demonbox]

That's right. [ Kimizuki answers the question about his name without hesitation but he looks more pissed off by the second - an expression that only intensifies when Giovanni mentions possessions. ]

No shit, but you didn't bother telling me what for. [ ... Though since they've taken his weapons, he's got a pretty good idea. ]

[underhound]

I'm curious, you see. [ giovanni finally takes a step forward, neatly halving the distance between them in his clean, expensive shoes. ] I've seen some evidence of your strengths, and knowing what I do, such abilities are very interesting.

[ a pause, and he tilts his head slightly to the side. ]

I'll need you to be undressed for this.

[demonbox]

[ If Giovanni had simply said 'shirtless', Kimizuki wouldn't have batted an eye. Undressed, though - that puts his guard up, and being on guard makes him cranky. ]

What? No. [ It certainly doesn't help that defiance comes naturally to him, either. ]

[underhound]

[ giovanni's smile doesn't slip. of course he'll fight; he doesn't expect compliance from someone with this background. forcing him to comply throughout the entire process will be troublesome, so... breaking him it is.

and it'll be fun, he suspects. ]

Why not?

[demonbox]

[ That's not a question that Kimizuki is expecting and it throws him off balance more than anything else has thus far. He blinks, disquieted, and then glances off to the side just a bit. ]

Because it's ridiculous. There's no reason for me to be naked.

[underhound]

[ giovanni shrugs, extending his arms slightly with his palms up, the very picture of supplication. except for the shit-eating smirk on his face and rigid posture, that is. ]

I can't properly examine you when you're clothed, can I?

[ and more importantly, kimizuki will need to learn to obey every order he's given, no matter how strange or seemingly trivial. ]

[demonbox]

[ Kimizuki glares again, as stubborn as ever. While Giovanni might make a good point, the whole situation still puts him on guard. ]

Then why the hell aren't we in a doctor's office instead?

[underhound]

[ oh, the good doctor. giovanni shrugs a little. ]

We'll see the doctor soon enough. I'm simply here to make sure that you're, ah, suitable.

[ obedient, that is. he looks kimizuki over, though it's less blatant through his sunglasses. ]

Go on, then.

[demonbox]

[ For a long, long moment it seems likely that Kimizuki isn't going to obey. He gives Giovanni a hostile stare, uncertain and wary, but... But he had agreed to this, and he wasn't about to doubt this guy might make life more difficult for his sister than needed if allowed.

Even so, swallowing his pride isn't that easy. ] Fine. [ His words are of agreement, but he crosses his arms and sits on the bed without moving to disrobe. ] I'll undress once he gets here. [ He's not about to sit around and let himself freeze. ]

[underhound]

[ why people have to be so difficult, giovanni just doesn't know. his lips tighten into a slight grimace. ]

The doctor won't be arriving any time soon. I'm here to, ah, prepare you.

You'll be asked to do other things soon enough.