Because we were friends.
Characters: Yuuki Juudai and Manjyome Jun
When: ...Hell if I know, actually. I guess we can just say it was today (April 25th) sometime in the evening?
Where: The old cinema in the northwest
Rating: PG; probably gonna be some cursing, because these are two teenage boys, and I'm personally expecting some emo from Juudai.
Summary: Manjyome confronts Juudai after seeing what's really going on in his mind, and Juudai has no idea. Cue emotional confrontations.
Haou leaned on his chrome-gloved hands against the short seat of the bench he was perched on and said nothing, even though only the open air and sky were listening at the moment. He seemed to be debating over what was acceptable to share, or was fabricating reasons, or perhaps struggling with a line that had been crossed by accepting to humor Manjyome in this meeting at all.
The sun's light was waning, yellowing warmly everything it touched, and although it was not a beautiful, pink-washed sunset like it might have been elsewhere -- like the ones he remembered so vividly -- it still eased him slightly. He always felt more comfortable under the cover of darkness, and somehow dimmer light made it easier to think.
He glared at the ground firmly, uncomprehending. It didn't make sense. What would Manjyome possibly still want with him? Why worry about him? He should want nothing to do with him. It was better this way; he wouldn't make the same mistakes again. He was protected, even if no longer loved. But it was so much easier to go on without having to tie your thread to someone else's and risk tangling it irreversibly. Despite the confusion, however, he felt strangely calm, not in the mood to have to kill him for simply existing anymore. Maybe it was resignation to the fate of being trapped in this bubble, watched by spirits quite possibly at all times, although he knew it was absolutely wrong. Maybe he'd given up. Maybe...
Stop it, Haou schooled himself. Speculating things too much was stupid and only served to confuse himself. He was straight on his path and would remain that way.
All that was left now was to drill it into Manjyome's spiky head.
When: ...Hell if I know, actually. I guess we can just say it was today (April 25th) sometime in the evening?
Where: The old cinema in the northwest
Rating: PG; probably gonna be some cursing, because these are two teenage boys, and I'm personally expecting some emo from Juudai.
Summary: Manjyome confronts Juudai after seeing what's really going on in his mind, and Juudai has no idea. Cue emotional confrontations.
Haou leaned on his chrome-gloved hands against the short seat of the bench he was perched on and said nothing, even though only the open air and sky were listening at the moment. He seemed to be debating over what was acceptable to share, or was fabricating reasons, or perhaps struggling with a line that had been crossed by accepting to humor Manjyome in this meeting at all.
The sun's light was waning, yellowing warmly everything it touched, and although it was not a beautiful, pink-washed sunset like it might have been elsewhere -- like the ones he remembered so vividly -- it still eased him slightly. He always felt more comfortable under the cover of darkness, and somehow dimmer light made it easier to think.
He glared at the ground firmly, uncomprehending. It didn't make sense. What would Manjyome possibly still want with him? Why worry about him? He should want nothing to do with him. It was better this way; he wouldn't make the same mistakes again. He was protected, even if no longer loved. But it was so much easier to go on without having to tie your thread to someone else's and risk tangling it irreversibly. Despite the confusion, however, he felt strangely calm, not in the mood to have to kill him for simply existing anymore. Maybe it was resignation to the fate of being trapped in this bubble, watched by spirits quite possibly at all times, although he knew it was absolutely wrong. Maybe he'd given up. Maybe...
Stop it, Haou schooled himself. Speculating things too much was stupid and only served to confuse himself. He was straight on his path and would remain that way.
All that was left now was to drill it into Manjyome's spiky head.