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WHO: Yoite & Open
WHERE: Poorer part of the City; at one of the Catholic churches.
WHEN: June 14, around noon.
WARNINGS: Some reference to drug use, Yoite's massive amounts of emo.. The usual.
SUMMARY: Yoite has been feeling down for a long time now. Finally he's ready to stop hiding.
FORMAT: Paragraph, then whatever.
The nightmare had affected him, more than he was willing to admit, and perhaps even more than he himself had thought it would. It had been a long time since the last one, back at Hanabusa's house in his own world, at the very end of his life. He had not had Yukimi to cling to then, and he did not have him to cling to here and he felt selfish for wanting him here. And if he did arrive here, part of him wished that the other wouldn't remember him anyway. It was what would be better for him, if 'Yoite' never existed in his life.
Still, he had been someone Yoite could cling to. He wasn't kind in the same way Lyra or Wanda was, or even in the way Miharu was. He couldn't cling to them the same way. They were more sensitive and would try to comfort him, while Yukimi would snap at him and say just the right thing and make him regain his focus on other things. Yukimi would tell him to shut up, do as he was told and then give him hot lemonade. That was just the way he did things. The way they did things. The way their relationship was and had always been.
But now he was on his own when it came to snap himself out of the fear that had latched onto him ever since that nightmare, it was up to him to forget the voices of his father and siblings, the darkness of that room, and the searing hot pain from that knife digging into his neck, followed by his heart racing and a desperate attempt to flee and then finally the cold, hard streets and a pool of blood that had been more comforting to him than anything before that point. And even if time had passed, it was just hard to forget.
He realized though, that isolating himself probably hadn't been the best idea. So now, he was climbing down from the roof of the church where he had been sleeping and pretty much living when he wasn't watching the animals and people who passed him by in the nearby park. To the people in this part of the city, he was just another unfortunate homeless child, like so many others were. Living alone on the streets, just as he was alone in the world.
Of course, that wasn't correct, but that sort of image... At least he had gotten free meals at one of the homeless shelters.
Yoite winced, once he was on the ground, a pained expression crossing his face, and he took a moment to pull a bottle of pills out from his coat, putting one pill into his mouth and swallowing. As he hadn't used Kira in a while, things weren't as painful as they could be, but his bones still ached and his organs complained, so he needed the painkillers to keep the pain he felt under some control. His body wasn't going numb yet, making the pain harder to deal with in this place, unlike back home where his senses had been deteriorating fast enough for him to be able to withstand the pain following the use of his power.
Placing the bottle back into his coat, he rubbed his eyes, before starting to walk away from the church that had been a temporary place to stay, figuring it was best to start to head back to the base. He wondered, distantly, what had been going on while he was gone. He had no idea, besides what he had been told or overheard on the streets, and even that still didn't tell him what he wanted to know, how the people he cared for were doing.
WHERE: Poorer part of the City; at one of the Catholic churches.
WHEN: June 14, around noon.
WARNINGS: Some reference to drug use, Yoite's massive amounts of emo.. The usual.
SUMMARY: Yoite has been feeling down for a long time now. Finally he's ready to stop hiding.
FORMAT: Paragraph, then whatever.
The nightmare had affected him, more than he was willing to admit, and perhaps even more than he himself had thought it would. It had been a long time since the last one, back at Hanabusa's house in his own world, at the very end of his life. He had not had Yukimi to cling to then, and he did not have him to cling to here and he felt selfish for wanting him here. And if he did arrive here, part of him wished that the other wouldn't remember him anyway. It was what would be better for him, if 'Yoite' never existed in his life.
Still, he had been someone Yoite could cling to. He wasn't kind in the same way Lyra or Wanda was, or even in the way Miharu was. He couldn't cling to them the same way. They were more sensitive and would try to comfort him, while Yukimi would snap at him and say just the right thing and make him regain his focus on other things. Yukimi would tell him to shut up, do as he was told and then give him hot lemonade. That was just the way he did things. The way they did things. The way their relationship was and had always been.
But now he was on his own when it came to snap himself out of the fear that had latched onto him ever since that nightmare, it was up to him to forget the voices of his father and siblings, the darkness of that room, and the searing hot pain from that knife digging into his neck, followed by his heart racing and a desperate attempt to flee and then finally the cold, hard streets and a pool of blood that had been more comforting to him than anything before that point. And even if time had passed, it was just hard to forget.
He realized though, that isolating himself probably hadn't been the best idea. So now, he was climbing down from the roof of the church where he had been sleeping and pretty much living when he wasn't watching the animals and people who passed him by in the nearby park. To the people in this part of the city, he was just another unfortunate homeless child, like so many others were. Living alone on the streets, just as he was alone in the world.
Of course, that wasn't correct, but that sort of image... At least he had gotten free meals at one of the homeless shelters.
Yoite winced, once he was on the ground, a pained expression crossing his face, and he took a moment to pull a bottle of pills out from his coat, putting one pill into his mouth and swallowing. As he hadn't used Kira in a while, things weren't as painful as they could be, but his bones still ached and his organs complained, so he needed the painkillers to keep the pain he felt under some control. His body wasn't going numb yet, making the pain harder to deal with in this place, unlike back home where his senses had been deteriorating fast enough for him to be able to withstand the pain following the use of his power.
Placing the bottle back into his coat, he rubbed his eyes, before starting to walk away from the church that had been a temporary place to stay, figuring it was best to start to head back to the base. He wondered, distantly, what had been going on while he was gone. He had no idea, besides what he had been told or overheard on the streets, and even that still didn't tell him what he wanted to know, how the people he cared for were doing.