Tying up loose ends. [Completed]

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Tying up loose ends. [Completed]

Character(s): Kadaj, Morrigan
Content: Kadaj makes a (pathetic) attempt at masking his identity as Daath, and on the way runs into Morrigan.
Setting: Morrigan’s Mansion
Time: Monday2 early evening
Warnings: ... PANTIES? And nudity. D: Morrigan warning in general?

Why did this place have to be so damn big?!

Kadaj gritted his teeth slightly as he stalked down the hall towards Axel’s room, a little unnerved at how empty the place seemed. The elegance and beauty of the place only seemed to add to this quality, and even the presence of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed servants that he caught sight of performing duties for their mistress did nothing to detract from it. Whether it was the nature of the servants themselves or that of the owner of the mansion herself, he couldn’t tell—but then maybe it was because of his own feelings then?

He turned his mind away from these thoughts, trying to bring his focus back to the task at hand. Waltzing outside in the uniform of one of the Organization would be nothing less than suicide, he knew, so he had to get rid of it. It probably wouldn’t make much of a difference in the end, really. If anything it would only delay the inevitable, but any extra time he could buy himself was something he could not go without. And maybe, just maybe, it would be enough time for him to find his mother…

The entrance to the other Nobody’s room was easy enough to locate, the large door providing enough prompting for him to finally pull himself away from his thoughts. He opened it slowly, some of his earlier urgency seeming to leave him. Stepping inside, he shut the door behind him and looked around, unsurprised to find Axel nowhere in sight. Judging by how unlived in the room looked, he hadn’t spent much time here at all…

Shaking his head slightly to clear it, he walked further into the room, casting his gaze around for his old jacket. Going by what Axel said in their earlier conversation, it sounded like he was still in possession of it. Kadaj had just started rifling through one of the drawers of the elaborate dresser when he realized—Axel didn’t have any other jacket with him. After the two of them had left the Savage Garden, all that they had with them were a single journal (Axel’s), and the clothes on their backs, or, more accurately, their legs, since they were both wearing just their pants and boots. So that must mean… his jacket was still in the garden, under Paixao.

Kadaj swore loudly, slamming the drawer shut and turning to glare around the room. Now that he thought of it, he didn’t even remember wearing a jacket up until he got the long coat he was now wearing—was that his memory returning to him, finally? He shut his eyes and forced himself to think, trying to trace things back…. Before the mansion, they had checked the Ecos na Catedral for Zexion, and before that, the Morem o Lisboa, and before that, the Garden… he felt a headache coming on as he tried to think about what had happened before all of that, but there was nothing…

He opened his eyes again, glaring now as he looked around again. He couldn’t remember. But he knew there had been a jacket…

Growling to himself, he started shedding the coat he was wearing, suddenly feeling rather sick of it. Axel could just keep both of them, then. He had taken away everything else from him, so why not give him his clothes while he was at it?

He stepped out of the room once more, thinking nothing of wandering the halls again in search of his next goal. So there was nothing he could do about clothes… great. All that remained now was to find a way to cover the marks Axel had left behind. Maybe some makeup would work… where would he makeup in this hellish place?

… Morrigan’s room.

Damn it.

Grimacing now, he started off in that direction, ignoring more servants that stepped past him, refusing to acknowledge their queries about where he was going, if he needed their help... laughable. They would only get in his way now, delay him on his quest. He had to get out of here and find Mother—that was what was important now.

Now if only that didn’t mean searching through Morrigan’s room, half-naked, looking for makeup…

It was just as easy to find as Axel’s room had been, luckily enough, but actually entering it was something else entirely. Kadaj stared at the door, examining every inch of it in minute detail as a further delaying tactic before finally letting himself inside. Maybe she would be out somewhere too…

He breathed an audible sigh of relief as he saw the room was empty, and he gave only a cursory look around to situate himself before making a beeline towards the vanity. Apparently Morrigan was a tidy creature, though, for the top of the dressing table had no makeup conveniently placed on it somewhere for him to find. Even when she wasn’t around, Morrigan still made trouble for him, didn’t she? With another small growl, he jerked open the nearest drawer to him reaching into it….

Bad idea.

The drawer, as it turns out, contained nothing less than a massive amount of skimpy, lacy, and otherwise uncomfortable looking but undeniably sexy underwear—no bras, just lots and lots of panties. Kadaj started disbelievingly at one for a moment, holding it up slightly.

The only thing that could make this moment worse, he thought, would be if Morrigan were to walk in.

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Having received Axel and Daath early on yesterday, and spending the rest of the day doing what she usually did, Morrigan couldn't help but get in a couple of extra hours of sleep today. Not surprising, it was almost dusk when she finally awoke from her extended rest. After shaking off the initial drowsiness, Morrigan headed through a door in the back of her quarters and entered her own private bathroom. A nice, long, cold shower sounded really good right about now.

Morrigan undressed herself and turned the knob that released the cold water, stepping in right after the water came out.

After a good 20 minutes, Morrigan was finally finished and felt as refreshed as ever. Grabbing a nearby purple towel, she began to dry herself off some, or at least enough so that she wasn't dripping any water on the floor. Once satisfied, she placed the towel around her neck and let it hang over her chest and went back into her room, wearing absolutely nothing else.

And then she saw Daath, who was... looking at her underwear. Oh what a great way to start the day.

"You're not going to smell them or put them on, are you?" she said, leaning on the nearby wall and crossing her arms.

All while still naked.

... Fuck.

Kadaj quickly dropped the pair of panties he was holding and shut the drawer, trying not to look too guilty as he turned to face her. Apparently, that had also been a mistake, and his eyes widened as he caught sight of her with just the towel draped around her neck and nothing else.

Today really wasn't his day, was it?

"I'm not doing anything of the sort," he snapped, bringing his eyes up to meet hers and trying not to feel like he was somehow trapped right now. "I was just looking for some makeup!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he winced. Even if it was the truth, it really wouldn't help his situation right now-- if anything, it was probably going to make Morrigan tease him even more.

Before that could happen, he tried to clarify. "I need to cover up these"--he raised one hand to tap the markings around his eyes--"and this." With the same hand, he indicated the name on his neck. She wouldn't be able to tease him now... he hoped.

"Makeup?"

She pushed herself of the wall and walked closer to Daath, arms still crossed. "You come to my room unannounced, go through my personal drawers, touch my underwear, see me all naked... all because you want some makeup?" She stared at him for a couple of seconds, an awkward silence taking hold of the room. Eventually, Morrigan smiled at him and started to walk away from him.

"I don't think a handsome guy like you has any need for that kind of stuff, Daath." Heading over to her closet's door, Morrigan opened it and went through her rather large collection of shirts, pants, dresses, and other assorted clothes. She ended up grabbing a white long-sleeved shirt and black pants.

"Well, as you probably know by going through my underwear drawer, there's no makeup there. But you're in luck... some new things arrived here yesterday and makeup might have been brought in. You never know."

With the shirt and pants in hand, she started heading towards the bathroom once again. "Just give me a moment and I'll take you there. In the meantime..." Morrigan reached for the towel around her neck and threw it right at Daath.

"Here, knock yourself out with that. I imagine it smells better than my underwear." She let out a small chuckle and went back into the bathroom.

Kadaj glared after her, catching the towel easily as it was thrown to him and then furiously casting it aside. "I don't want to smell anything of yours," he grumbled, mostly to himself since Morrigan had walked out by now... stupid woman. He glanced back towards the vanity again, glaring at it almost as though he was blaming it for his current predicament. It was, in a way-- if it had only had what he needed on it, he wouldn't have had to bother with all of this.

He began to pace, already tired of waiting for Morrigan because he was so impatient to get on his way. The last thing he needed now were more delays, and while he did appreciate the fact that she wasn't going to waltz around naked when he needed to get things done, it was still taking longer than he would have wanted.

He sighed, stopping in his tracks and facing the door. Maybe he should just search for whatever new things that had been brought in that she mentioned and left her to her own devices. Then he wouldn't have to deal with her anymore...

After a while passed, Morrigan appeared behind Daath from out of nowhere.

"I'm back..." she whispered into his ear.

Lucky for him, she was now wearing the clothes she had taken out earlier. On the other hand, she was so close to him that she was able to stroke Daath's bare chest with her hands.

"Sorry it took so long, did you miss me?" Continuing to move her hands along his chest, Morrigan decide to throw in something more. She leaned her head in even closer and slowly began to lick Daath's neck, particularly the area that had his 'branding'.

Kadaj immediately tensed, too stunned for a moment to do much else. He hadn't even heard her walk in... had he been that lost in thought, or was she just that good at sneaking around? He remembered their conversation over the journals, as well as the fact that she wasn't human, but anything even vaguely productive he could have done with that information was beyond him at the moment.

After a few more seconds of extreme mental confusion, he pulled away from her, one hand going to lightly touch the spot on his neck. "That," he said through suddenly gritted teeth, glaring at her, "was completely uncalled for."

His anger was only partially sincere; really, he was just hoping she didn't notice how flustered she had just made him.

Morrigan just stood there with a hand on her hip, smiling at Daath once again. If it was this much fun to push his buttons like that, she'd have to do it more often. In fact, she was more amused with him than with the other, rather normal locals.

"Uncalled for? Maybe, but it was still fun." she said while chuckling. "And look, you're blushing. So that means you must've liked it some. I know I did." Morrigan would've made a comment on how he 'tasted' like Axel, but decided to save it for another time.

"Although if I didn't know better, I'd say you haven't had much experience with women. Getting all excited over something so small..."

Kadaj twitched slightly at that, his glare intensifying. "I am not 'excited,' and any amount of experience I've had hardly makes a difference in the end to you anyway." He was thoroughly convinced of that in any case-- even if he had been with a woman before, Morrigan would tease him about it all the same, maybe even worse than she was prepared to now. He decided not to say any more, though, determined not to lend her anymore ammunition against him. "Don't touch me again, Morrigan."

He made a slight face and wiped at his neck a little. "Let's move on now, shall we? Unless you're so determined to lay your hands on me again, in which case... too bad."

He should have known this was going to happen... he had assumed that she was interested only in Axel before, but he should have predicted that she would do this anyway just to toy with him. Stupid female...

Morrigan sighed and rolled her eyes. He was such a party pooper, but that was okay, it would only make the 'next time' even more fun and amusing for her. "Alright alright, have it your way." She shrugged her shoulders and headed to the door leading to the hall. "Follow me then, and try not get lost."

Taking Daath through the mansion, the two of the finally arrived outside another door. After opening it, Morrigan entered the room and looked around. There were many different items inside, ranging from chairs, sheets, more drawers, clothes, small statues, and other household items.

"Don't be shy, come on in." she said to Daath, looking over her should at him.

Daath followed after her with more than a little wariness, feeling completely justified in keeping a safe distance of, say, about five or six feet? Her teasing words were only making his antipathy towards her grow even more, as well as his eagerness to be out of this place... but he would get that soon enough.

He wandered around the room with a thoughtful expression on his face, looking at all the things she had "gathered." He stopped in front of a pile of clothes, reaching out to touch the material of one of the garments for a moment. He would need clothes too.. maybe there was something here he could use. He began shifting through the clothing, looking for something suitable. As long as it was black...

He looked up at her, frowning slightly. "And the makeup?"

"Yes yes... right away."

Looking through the items, Morrigan kept her eyes open for what Daath wanted. Again, why he wanted such an item was... odd to say the least, but she remained quiet about it. In all honestly, Morrigan wasn't sure if she even had makeup. She had no need for it herself, and didn't find any when first moving into the mansion. No makeup would probably made Daath more upset than he already was, but as luck would have it, Morrigan happened to spot some in the form of a medium-sized black kit.

She opened it up and inspected it for a moment. It was full with different kinds of brushes and powders that, for some strange reason, human women liked to put on their face in attempt to make themselves appear more young and attractive. It must've arrived last night with the other new items. She would've liked to wonder why there was makeup in a man's house, but first thing was first.

"Hey, over here." Morrigan called Daath over to where she was and held up the kit. "Will this do?"

Abandoning his search for a moment, Kadaj walked over to Morrigan's side and examined the black kit. He didn't know the first thing about makeup, really, but after eying it over for a moment, he decided that this thing had everything in it that he needed... probably.

"... I think it will," he said a little reluctantly, obviously unwilling to acknowledge the fact that Morrigan had done something right for once. He took it carefully from her grasp, treating it as though it were a bomb of some sort more than a simple makeup kit, then shut it and tucked it under his arm. "Thank you."

Before she could take advantage of his closeness, however, he had moved away again, back to the pile of clothing. He couldn't very well go wandering around outside bare-chested, as amusing as he was certain Morrigan would find that, but he didn't quite know where to begin here either. Frowning to himself again, he resumed looking through the clothes for something appropriate...

Morrigan raised an eyebrow as she watched Daath go through the pile of clothes in the room. "Looking for something to wear now? That's a shame, I was hoping you'd stay shirtless. It's a very good look for you, I can tell." She paused for a moment and sighed. "But if you absolutely must have something to wear..."

Joining in the search, she too started to sift through shirt after shirt, wanting to find something suitable for Daath. Eventually, Morrigan found a simple black shirt and held it out in front of her. "Hmmm, this might do... But I think it's a bit too plain for someone as good-looking at you." Her eyes widened as she came up with something to fix that though. "Oh, I know!" Folding the shirt over her arm, Morrigan took it with her and headed to the door leading back into the halls of the mansion.

"I'll be right back, I won't be long at all. In the meantime, you can use the bathroom right across from here." She took a glance at the makeup kit and chuckled. "You know, so you can make yourself all pretty with your new toy."

... That was it. As soon as he figured out how to use his powers, he was going to kill her.

Glaring balefully in the direction she had disappeared off too, Kadaj went to the bathroom she had mentioned and spent a few moments staring at his reflection blankly while he tried to figure out where to start. How the hell did women do this, anyway? He tilted his head slightly, examining his features. Well... he'd have to find some... powder or whatever, something like that, that matched his skin... that seemed like a good start.

He opened the makeup kit again, eying it over. Sure, it looked harmless enough, but... He sighed softly before getting to work, leaning close to the mirror once more.

It took him a long while before he had something he was satisfied with, but considering this was the first time he had ever done anything even vaguely makeup-related, he considered it a good job. The damning marks around and under his eyes had been mostly covered, but it was still possible to see faint outlines of them if he looked closely enough. The same could be said for Axel's name on his neck, but that was more noticeable because, covered or not, the letters were still faintly upraised on his skin. All the same... not bad at all.

Trying not to look to pleased with himself, he shut the makeup kit again and walked back to the other room, looking around for Morrigan.

Just like before, Morrigan appeared from out of nowhere, leaning on the wall behind Daath. As usual, she was smiling. "Hello again," she paused for a moment and looked at what she was carrying. "I have something for you." Unfolding the item revealed it to be a long, black jacket. It had a hood, straps that crossed went across the chest, a silver chain at the waist, and many leg belts with silver buckles on them.

"What do you think?" She held it from both sleeves."It was a bit hard to make on such short notice, but I think I got everything right. I hope you like it."

Kadaj turned around to face her quickly, eyes narrowing again. How the hell was she doing that? He would have asked, but knowing her, she'd probably just give him some cryptic answer that would leave him more confused than he already was. Which, considering the peculiarity of the garment in question, was quite a lot.

Almost suspiciously, he eyed the garment, taking in the hood, straps, and belts. It seemed all at once incredibly familiar but totally alien at the same time, or maybe that was just his imagination? He walked closer, reaching out a hand to touch the material and finding himself completely unsurprised when he saw that it was leather.

"Yes, you got everything right," he said to Morrigan finally, taking the jacket from her now and starting to put it on. Considering how complicated it was, it took him a little while to get everything sorted out, but soon enough he had it on and was examining himself as best as he could, all but ignoring Morrigan...

... Except for one last thing. He looked up at her sharply, suspicious again. "'Make'? You made this? How?" He got the feeling he would be hearing more unhelpful answers from her, but his curiosity was getting the better of him...

She knew Daath would ask that, just like anybody would. Here Morrigan had gave him a rather nice black jacket when all she had before was a just a black shart. Certainly not an unexpected question for someone to ask given the situation.

"A little elbow grease and some 'can do' attitude can do many things, Daath."

That was all she gave him in terms of an answer. If she liked him more, Morrigan would've been willing to say that she had used her powers to look into Daath's remant of a soul to change the appearance of the shirt into something he'd like. But sadly... that wasn't the case. "Well then, is there anything you'd like to go with your makeup, which looks fabulous, by the way, and new shirt? Maybe some lipstick? I have lots of that."

"... That won't be necessary." He wished he could say he was surprised, really, but really? No, not very surprised at all.

He turned away from her, looking vaguely in the direction of the exit and planning what his next move would be. Obviously he would have to find his family, there was no question about that. They'd be able to help him, since Axel certainly couldn't. If he was unable to locate them, then, well, the president had already proved himself to be incredibly useful, so perhaps Kadaj would be able to go to him for answers.

Admittedly, it wasn't the most concrete of plans, but it seemed almost comforting for some reason... he hated being alone, but searching for several someones fit somehow, so that was what he was going to do.

He spared Morrigan a glance over his shoulder, debating what to tell her. Not too much, but still, she had helped him, so... "Axel's free now, you know. You won't have any more competition for him, at least as far as I'm concerned... that should please you, right?"

He looked back towards the door again. "I don't expect you'll be seeing me again any time soon. I wish I could say it's been fun, but that would be a lie. So, however it turns out, it's been hell knowing you, Morrigan. Goodbye."

He actually smiled then, but before she could say anything to stop him, he was already on his way through the halls and out of the mansion.

"I'll be seeing you sooner than you might think, Kadaj." she said quietly to herself as she watched the man leave the room.

Once alone, Morrigan looked at her surroundings a bit before raising her right arm and opening up her palm. As if responding to some sort of command, a bat came flying through the door and landed on her hand. Bringing her hand towards her, Morrigan leaned her face to the bat and spoke to it.

"I want you to keep an eye on him. Let me know where he is and what's doing at all times. Don't let him spot you, okay?" The creature in her hand made a small noise before flying off once again.

With a pleased look on her face, Morrigan exited the room and stretched her arms a bit. "Ah... what a nice way to start off the evening."

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