I'm gonna break down these walls I built around myself.
Characters: Neku and Shiki
Content: An exhausted and battered Neku manages to find his way to his bff.
Location: Bryant Park Hotel.
Time of day: Afternoon. Backdated to the day of the helicopter firefighting extraveganza.
Warnings: Highly probable that Shiki will beat up Neku or something. But mostly just fluff and maybe a dash of teen wangst.
Neku, albeit worn and faint, waited near the scene of the incident until all of the flames had been diminished and those who had gathered to fight it had finally deemed the scene to be as stable as it could get. Others had arrived to salvage from the helicopter, and that was precisely where Neku’s role in the big ordeal ended. After doing his best to fight flames and exploring the inside of the shops as they burned, he wasn’t sure his body could withstand anymore excitement for the day. The sleep deprivation he’d been dealing with for at least two weeks had already impacted him to begin with.
The Bryant Park Hotel - home. Or, at least, his Manhattan home. Whatever it was to him, it’s what he desperately needed at the moment. The boy was positive he was crab bait in his weekend state as he staggered back to the Hotel. Regardless, he did his best to keep a vigil eye and kept a firm grasp on the metal pipe that was usually strapped to his back. Neku was fortunate, however, as nothing more than the occasional passersby pestered him during the long trek home.
He pushed himself through the front doors, his head still fuzzy from the smoke he had inhaled earlier. Soot ridden and dirty, he soiled the carpet as he walked through the lobby and toward an elevator. Within moments, Neku was on the appropriate floor and was navigating through a few corridors. H passed by his lonely and neglected room and pushed a little further on. He didn’t want to be by himself now, or ever again for that matter. No more. Neku needed Shiki’s comfort right now, almost craving it after not seeing much of her since... well, the time they had spent on the roof. He’d felt as if he had overstepped some boundaries with their accidental kiss and had been partly afraid that he’d only pushed her away. It hadn’t helped his paranoia that she hadn’t responded to him over the network, but h e still kept an eye on her from a distance. He worried and wanted to be able to protect her should the need arise.
But after a week of wandering the island, bouts of insomnia, fighting off crabs, tedious researching, helping those he could, and redoubled efforts of patrolling their vicinity... he was overwhelmed. He paused for a moment, clutching at the familiar door knob as a strong sense of vertigo came over him. “S-Shiki, open the door.” He managed to call out as his cinnamon head became a little fuzzy once more and he stumbled, using the door frame to support his sore, lanky frame. “It’s Neku.” He whispered. He closed his eyes and took a labored breath. His body wanted to slip into unconsciousness, but he managed to lift his head and open cloudy blue eyes as he felt the door open. The corner of Neku’s lip twitched into a small and brief smile as he saw her face.
Yeah - he was about to get an ear full. And he deserved it.
Content: An exhausted and battered Neku manages to find his way to his bff.
Location: Bryant Park Hotel.
Time of day: Afternoon. Backdated to the day of the helicopter firefighting extraveganza.
Warnings: Highly probable that Shiki will beat up Neku or something. But mostly just fluff and maybe a dash of teen wangst.
Neku, albeit worn and faint, waited near the scene of the incident until all of the flames had been diminished and those who had gathered to fight it had finally deemed the scene to be as stable as it could get. Others had arrived to salvage from the helicopter, and that was precisely where Neku’s role in the big ordeal ended. After doing his best to fight flames and exploring the inside of the shops as they burned, he wasn’t sure his body could withstand anymore excitement for the day. The sleep deprivation he’d been dealing with for at least two weeks had already impacted him to begin with.
The Bryant Park Hotel - home. Or, at least, his Manhattan home. Whatever it was to him, it’s what he desperately needed at the moment. The boy was positive he was crab bait in his weekend state as he staggered back to the Hotel. Regardless, he did his best to keep a vigil eye and kept a firm grasp on the metal pipe that was usually strapped to his back. Neku was fortunate, however, as nothing more than the occasional passersby pestered him during the long trek home.
He pushed himself through the front doors, his head still fuzzy from the smoke he had inhaled earlier. Soot ridden and dirty, he soiled the carpet as he walked through the lobby and toward an elevator. Within moments, Neku was on the appropriate floor and was navigating through a few corridors. H passed by his lonely and neglected room and pushed a little further on. He didn’t want to be by himself now, or ever again for that matter. No more. Neku needed Shiki’s comfort right now, almost craving it after not seeing much of her since... well, the time they had spent on the roof. He’d felt as if he had overstepped some boundaries with their accidental kiss and had been partly afraid that he’d only pushed her away. It hadn’t helped his paranoia that she hadn’t responded to him over the network, but h e still kept an eye on her from a distance. He worried and wanted to be able to protect her should the need arise.
But after a week of wandering the island, bouts of insomnia, fighting off crabs, tedious researching, helping those he could, and redoubled efforts of patrolling their vicinity... he was overwhelmed. He paused for a moment, clutching at the familiar door knob as a strong sense of vertigo came over him. “S-Shiki, open the door.” He managed to call out as his cinnamon head became a little fuzzy once more and he stumbled, using the door frame to support his sore, lanky frame. “It’s Neku.” He whispered. He closed his eyes and took a labored breath. His body wanted to slip into unconsciousness, but he managed to lift his head and open cloudy blue eyes as he felt the door open. The corner of Neku’s lip twitched into a small and brief smile as he saw her face.
Yeah - he was about to get an ear full. And he deserved it.