Nov 26, 2010 14:48
With breakfast finished and a new acquaintance made, the Scarecrow's mind turned to his other friends. The disappearance of Depth Charge's friend had brought back memories of how he'd felt when Kaiji went missing: helpless, useless, as though he should have and could have done something more to find him. If only he had his brain, then maybe he
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leela,
kirk,
s.t.,
gambit,
tsubaki,
anise,
minato,
the doctor,
goku (dragonball),
niikura,
taura,
claire bennet,
peter parker,
snow,
lunge,
lana skye,
ruby,
mello,
soren,
brainiac 5,
xemnas,
minako,
stefan,
tsukasa,
watson,
mele,
damon,
two-face,
erika,
tifa,
the scarecrow,
matt,
maya,
ishida,
yukari,
zack,
kratos,
rubedo,
haseo,
jo,
bella,
scott pilgrim,
kaito,
aigis,
elle,
izaya,
austria,
claire littleton,
sora,
prussia,
chuck,
leon (so2),
buzz,
dean winchester,
guy,
kairi,
venom,
depth charge,
kibitoshin,
ilia,
lightning,
rita,
castiel,
katniss,
riku,
yomi,
aerith,
sai,
yue,
claire stanfield,
edward cullen,
ema skye,
mccoy,
scar (tlk)
Had she arrived from a distressing time in their world? Shinjiro-senpai's death came to mind first, followed closely by the choice Ryoji had presented them on Moonlight Bridge. Maybe she had a really rough morning, if she had just arrived today.
Either way, he continued holding Yukari's hand as he led her towards the sofa. He would wait until she was seated before he sat, looking first at the Sun Room at large before focusing back on his friend. Somehow, he got the feeling that there was little he could say that would help her right now.
Fortunately, patience was something he had plenty of. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." Not unless they were dragged apart like he and Aigis had been yesterday. But there were no tears today yet.
Hopefully there would be no reason for them.
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Once an open spot on the sofas had been reached, reluctantly she let go, pulling her hand back and looking back up at him in an apologetic manner; he shouldn't have done this for her, no matter what the situation was.
Yukari sat down gently, unlike before where she took a rather ungraceful fall into the cushions, placing closed fists upon her knees. Even as Minato sat beside her, her fingers fidgeted anxiously, and she stared down hard at them.
The silence couldn't last forever, but Yukari didn't have the faintest idea where to begin. It didn't feel right at all going on to explain why all of this was wrong.
But there was one question that came to mind-- a very simple one, but Yukari hoped that those two words managed to sum up more or less everything that crossed her mind the second he first turned to face her.
"Minato-- how?"
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Minato's hands twitched in his pockets as he considered Yukari's question. What could he really say, knowing what little he did about the institute, the Head Doctor, and their current circumstances? He had been here for a little over a week, accumulating supplies, meeting people, losing people, and witnessing the effects of the Head Doctor's games.
There was still no answer to how. Or why. Or even when and where, if one was skeptical about what they were told of the institute and Doyleton.
If that was what Yukari was talking about at all.
So as Minato looked back at her, he shrugged. "I don't know."
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If she had thought about it some more, Yukari might have come to the realization that it was more likely that he didn't than did. She didn't, however, take the time to do that; rather than waiting for the expected outcome of an answer (the usual 'who knows?' she had gotten so far), she had been too stuck on that the answer given hadn't been the one she wanted.
Frustratingly, among other things, Yukari slouched over, forehead in hands, looking about as weary as she felt. "I don't get it," she began after yet another moment of silence, and she was starting to sound worn out, too. "What the hell is this place? It's confusing enough I wake up here with everyone telling me things that don't make any sense at all." To put it lightly; Yukari understood what she had been told, but that didn't mean she was able to wrap her mind around it. "But then, you--"
Yukari cut herself short, but only for a second, long enough to jerk her head upward again at him.
"You're not supposed to be alive. What's going on that I'm seeing you like this?"
Because he had to know, at the very least, something was wrong about this, right? There was no way he could be completely unaware of what she was talking about.
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His eyes widened slightly at Yukari's words, his placid expression giving way for a confused frown. That-- that was news to him. Everything else Yukari had been struggling through faded as he focused on the bombshell she had just dropped.
He could have reacted with frantic disbelief, denying the idea immediately; it would have been understandable, and a quick way to work through any restless energy that he may have felt. He could have stared at his friend in askance, searching for some kind of an answer.
But when it came down to it, he didn't feel panicked, or curious, or even very surprised. He felt ... dazed.
There had always been the risk that something would happen to one of them--a risk that was realized by Shinjiro's death--and he found himself thinking more about death after Ryoji's revelations. He could build those rational thoughts up like a wall that his confusion had to climb over. Because, unlike a lot of other things, he couldn't just compartmentalize this as something he didn't care about.
Minato slumped on the sofa, silent as he tried to refocus. It was difficult. Surprisingly not as difficult as handling a decision to remember and fight against the end of the world, but...
Gray eyes averted back to Yukari's face, having slowly wandered away as he withdrew into his thoughts. His only answer to her questions was silence.
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His lack of response was unexpected, but then, she didn't know what kind of response she should have been expecting in the first place; an explanation, maybe, but on second thought was it too much to think one of those would have been given at all? Yukari surmised he'd say something-- anything-- after putting it bluntly (and not so tactfully), but when only silence followed, a heavy wave of dread washed over her as somewhere in her mind, she realized perhaps that was not the best way to go about this at all.
Minato had always been a calm and collected sort of guy, even in the worst of situations; if there was one person she knew who was always the voice of reason, it was him. So to see him not say anything at all and look at her like he did, barren of any distinguishable expression at all... Above everything else, it worried her. What was going through his head? She couldn't read him at all.
"Minato?" Yukari ventured cautiously into the heavy silence that suddenly fell between them, although she almost felt like she shouldn't have said anything more at all. Nonetheless, she still sounded desperate enough to make heads or tails of whatever was happening to pursue. "C, come on, you can tell me. Right?"
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But to her, his familiar face was also a dead one.
What could he say to that? Should he say something to that?
Yukari wasn't the type to talk so flippantly about death, so it wasn't a matter of believing her. It wasn't a matter of accepting his own mortality, either; that was something he had been faced with years ago.
So Minato looked upward, towards the glass ceiling, for just a few seconds. When he returned his attention to Yukari, his expression was tiredly resolved.
"There's something about this place." What a vague answer. He had to search for a way to clarify what he had just said. "Chidori-san was here before, too. It doesn't make sense."
To say the least.
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