Searching for your heart in this darkness...
Who: Minato and Yoite
When: after this: Minato , Yoite
Where: An empty suite
Summary: Yoite's gone missing after Minato slipped and said more than the other was ready to hear. In a frantic state of terror, Minato has rushed out to start searching the facility along with Allen's help. He knows he'll probably be in an empty suite and after what felt like forever, He found a trail of blood leading into an empty suite. Trembling with worry, he followed it.
Rating: PG-13 for now. May change.
Warnings: blood, sickness, angst, flailing, boys kissing.
Saying that Minato had panicked would be an understatement. He felt like his heart was going to explode, as he took off, running through the halls. Bare feet slapped against the white floors, and wide gray eyes searched every inch of the white surroundings frantically. The tightness in the blue-haired boy's chest was almost unbearable as he gasped for breath, willing that pain not to turn into tears. He knew he couldn't stand it if he lost Yoite now. Not like this. Minato had already resolved himself to the fact that the other was sick, but this was...an entirely different kind of losing. He turned down another hallway, having already lost track of where he'd been and where he hadn't. It didn't help that everything looked the same.
Finally, at the end of one long hallway there was a garish splash of crimson. It wasn't very big, but stuck out against the whiteness of everything else and Minato stopped, looking down at it. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach, and somehow he just knew. Lifting his hand, he pushed the messy blue bangs from his eye and took several deep breaths before pushing open the slightly ajar door. The persona-user took several slow steps inside, surprised by the darkness. He crossed the room, arms outstretched and managed to trip over the displaced computer chair, which was inconveniently sitting in the middle of the room. His knee connected hard with the floor and he made a surprised sound as he cradled his bruising knee.
"Yoite...? Yoite are you here?" His voice was weak, barely a whine. Minato was almost afraid that he would be, that the blood was his. The Persona-user let out a miserable noise, sounding more like a wounded animal than anything.
When: after this: Minato , Yoite
Where: An empty suite
Summary: Yoite's gone missing after Minato slipped and said more than the other was ready to hear. In a frantic state of terror, Minato has rushed out to start searching the facility along with Allen's help. He knows he'll probably be in an empty suite and after what felt like forever, He found a trail of blood leading into an empty suite. Trembling with worry, he followed it.
Rating: PG-13 for now. May change.
Warnings: blood, sickness, angst, flailing, boys kissing.
Saying that Minato had panicked would be an understatement. He felt like his heart was going to explode, as he took off, running through the halls. Bare feet slapped against the white floors, and wide gray eyes searched every inch of the white surroundings frantically. The tightness in the blue-haired boy's chest was almost unbearable as he gasped for breath, willing that pain not to turn into tears. He knew he couldn't stand it if he lost Yoite now. Not like this. Minato had already resolved himself to the fact that the other was sick, but this was...an entirely different kind of losing. He turned down another hallway, having already lost track of where he'd been and where he hadn't. It didn't help that everything looked the same.
Finally, at the end of one long hallway there was a garish splash of crimson. It wasn't very big, but stuck out against the whiteness of everything else and Minato stopped, looking down at it. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach, and somehow he just knew. Lifting his hand, he pushed the messy blue bangs from his eye and took several deep breaths before pushing open the slightly ajar door. The persona-user took several slow steps inside, surprised by the darkness. He crossed the room, arms outstretched and managed to trip over the displaced computer chair, which was inconveniently sitting in the middle of the room. His knee connected hard with the floor and he made a surprised sound as he cradled his bruising knee.
"Yoite...? Yoite are you here?" His voice was weak, barely a whine. Minato was almost afraid that he would be, that the blood was his. The Persona-user let out a miserable noise, sounding more like a wounded animal than anything.