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[Falling to the ground, Kadaj's communicator is accidentally turned on video. If one looks to the corner, they will see that he's in the public library. But not much can be seen other than that, seeing as Kadaj's back is to the screen. As his leg is grabbed, a voice that isn't his can be heard, even though the one in question isn't seen.
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[The sword flashed in Minato's hand and sent a vicious blast of wind through the air, ruffling Shinjiro's hair and coat-- but not his expression. He didn't even wince. The traces of pain bled off his face. He'd deal with all that later. Had to put them away for now if Minato was going to fall apart like this.
He wanted to just put his coat over Kadaj, or something, until he disappeared into whatever place the scientists kept their dead. Instead he waited uneasily while Minato killed the wolf and then knelt in the cooling puddle of the remnant's blood. An eerie sight. Somehow he hadn't expected this, not this exactly. Psychotic rage or cold, yeah, but what kind of crazy was this? Was it grieving or something worse?
Hell if he knew.
Once Minato dragged Souba away from the body, Shinji took a couple steps closer. Then a couple more. Closed his throat against the sight... he knelt down, unsure of what to do... depended on the reaction he got. He glanced up at those words. His eyes hardened at them and he scoffed, low in his throat.]
Wouldn't do the same thing as you. Talking about them won't change anything... you gotta go calm down. See your friends or something. He's gonna come back...
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Who knows how long it'll be... Two days. Three? A week? What if he doesn't come back, Shinji? If they fix him and ship him off someplace what could we really do about it?
[Minato's trembling made it harder for him to stay balanced, even on his knees and without thinking he sat down. Who even cares anymore... the blood was Kadaj's. Maybe that was why he could look upon him that way, touch his blood. As different as they were, Minato was at one with him and he couldn't just look away from the gory mess in disgust. Strength for his lover, however, was bleeding into temporary insanity.
With a wet sniff, Minato took Souba and set it across his lap, watching Shinji with a slightly calmer expression as he fidgeted with the tassels. He no longer had that twisted smile on his face, but his cheeks were now wet with flowing tears he couldn't even feel. No weeping or choked noises- could it even be considered crying? They dripped from his chin without any acknowledgment, not even aware it was happening.]
The same thing as me? There's nothing you can do, so don't act like you can just walk in and take control of a situation like you always do. You're as helpless as everyone else is... But some are more helpless than others. ...I'm not Going. Anywhere.
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Three days... I think.
[When Minato sat down in the spreading gore, Shinjiro shot him a guarded, concerned look. Kadaj or no, he ought to drag him right out of there. But he didn't, wouldn't. Any minute now that torn corpse would disappear. Might as well let him stay here until then. And he'd stay, too. But after that...? He wasn't sure where to bring his friend. The hospital, maybe. He didn't seem as crazed, but he didn't look well either.]
Whatever. Stay here for now, if you want. I'll just do the same.
[His stubborn, rough tones were a little distant. More an act than usual, even, but this wasn't the time or place to let his guard down.]
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Still, Minato removed his jacket and moved closer, on his knees once again, in order to gently drape it over Kadaj, all the while eyeing Shinji. Once he was done fussing over how the jacket was laid, how even it was or wasn't, what parts were more important to him to cover up (all things he normally wouldn't bother with). He was well aware then, that Shinji wasn't going anywhere and with a huff, he plops back down and takes Souba up again, into his lap. Examining the other boy, Minato decided instead that if he were to stay, he would be completely useless with nothing on him. Stomping down on the hilt of his katana, he kicks it across the floor, sending it sliding across, through the blood, to Shinji's feet. If something happened, Minato would fight with Souba.]
Make yourself useful. Take it.
[He hadn't meant anything offensive with his words, not that he could help it. With a final trembling sigh, he scoots back closer to the wall to lean on. He was definitely starting to feel lightheaded, and it was all turning from madness to sadness, very, very slowly but enough for him to get that lump in his throat.
Or maybe that was just him needing to throw up.
He nearly did, heaving and placing a bloody hand to his face to stop it, but managing to force it down, not wanting to do that by Kadaj. Disrespectful, he thought.]
...Stop it. I know it bothers you.
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