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WHO: Sword, Muraki
WHEN: Just before lunch
WHERE: Infirmary
WHAT: Sword gets checked up
RATING: TBA

Ever since Sword had hit his head, he had been getting severe headache. The headaches made his eye sight even worse then it already was. He had told Sen he was fine and didn't need to go to get looked at, but the pain was so severe he really had no choice. He made his way to the infirmary and walked in, "Hello?" He called, not being able to see if anyone was near by as another surge of pain ran through his head.

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Sword snorted. All of his buddies. The only true 'buddies' he had here were Sen and Blue. The only reason the other goons followed him was because they got drugs for cheap if they did.

Even though Muraki said he would behave, he was still a little wary of him.

Muraki ignored whatever Sword might be thinking for now, though he could probably quite easily figure it out had he wanted, and continued more as a Doctor than anything else.

"I'd prefer you stay overnight, but it isn't necessary so long as you can come back at least once a day, and promise to watch out for any other abnormalities that could signify things are getting worse."

"No. I'll stay here." He said, "Just.... stay away from me."

Muraki chuckled softly, and turned his chair so he could face Sword, his hands gently falling to clasp between his knees.

"Are you really so afraid of me?" The voice was taunting, and intended to drip with a sense of 'Are you that weak?' attached to it.

Sword glared, "I'm not afraid of you." He spat back, "I just don't like you. And I don't make a habit of hanging around people I don't like."

"That's not what your reactions say." Muraki continued, letting the grin which had tugged at his lips before come to completion. "Your reactions say that you're afraid I'll actually do something to you."

Sword snorted, "Like what? What could you possibly do to me?"

"Don't know." Muraki leaned back, almost as if he was bored of the conversation, or of Sword himself. "What is it you fear I'll do?"

"I told you. I'm not afraid you. So I don't fear you'll do anything to me." That was a lie. He didn't like the innuendo Muraki had giving before Sword had fallen asleep. It made him nervous, but he was trying to act like it hadn't.

"You lie horribly, like a rug." Muraki grinned softly, then paused. "No, sorry, that's wrong of me."

Standing, he moved over to the bed and leaned over Sword again. "The problem is I understand people, and I can hear the fear in your voice, see it in your body.

"You're probably afraid I'll go from this position, merely above you, to trying to get into your pants. Is that what it is?"

Sword's body stiffened again. He quickly moved off the bed and away from Muraki, "I told you. You don't frighten me! Now I suggest you back off."

Muraki chuckled softly. Had he just seen the first flash of fang?

"If I don't scare you, why did you just run, Swordfish?"

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