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the difference in the two of us 

Jun 13, 2010 21:32

Who: Ken Amada/justrevenge and Shinjiro Aragaki/prodigal-axe
Where: Horton, 2nd floor hallway
When: Saturday night, midnight.
Rating: ... PG?
Summary: Ken discovers another resident of Discedo.
the log: ( ... )

[ persona ] shinjiro aragaki

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prodigal_axe June 14 2010, 01:53:49 UTC

Shinjiro crossed the darkened streets in relative silence, with nothing but his anxious thoughts to keep him company. Amada...

How many times would that kid show up here? Twice so far, each time from a different day, different month. Always after the fourth of October. This time, just barely.

He muttered a curse under his breath. He could see it all now. The shocked face, 'you're supposed to be dead,' in another pair of familiar widened eyes. How many times would that happen in this city? It got old. Like a lot of things here, when they were repeated enough to make someone question their sanity.

Somewhere in the middle of these thoughts, Shinjiro managed to reach the familiar run down Horton Apartments. He stared up at them, trying to catch a glimpse of Ken (not likely in the poor light,) before he headed up the stairwell. He slid both hands into his pockets, hunched his shoulders resolutely--and headed up the steps.

When he reached the second floor landing, he took a cautious step out and down into the hallway.

justrevenge June 14 2010, 02:09:08 UTC

He was starting to wonder if-whoever-was even going to show up. That sick, empty anxiousness-he was tired of it. Thoughts kept creeping into his head whenever he was standing alone like this. Probably just tiredness. His body struggling to adjust. Stress. It was actually pretty easy to figure out.

That didn't help bu-the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs distracted him, and he was immediately alert, standing upright and taking a step or two towards the stairs. It might be someone passing by, but when the steps got closer... something about it filled him with what he reminded himself was a completely childish fear. They were just footsteps, really. And that-

Then he rounded the corner.

There was no moment of it can't be: it couldn't be, that was obvious already, but it was. He knew this person. He'd recognize him no matter what. Even though ( ... )

prodigal_axe June 14 2010, 02:27:03 UTC

He didn't have much of a chance to get his bearings. The moment he stepped out of the shadow, he was pinned by a shocked and familiar stare. Much as he'd imagined... or remembered. His throat went dry on him. He took one step forward, but then Ken took one backward.

So he stayed where he was, silent, struggling to keep his own expression unreadable.

If he blinked... this place could be a few years ago, in an alleyway. A night as dark as this one.

But it was a few years ago for him. Not a few days. A wider gulf separated them than Ken would even realize. Of course, that time had left its marks on Shinjiro...but considering the shock of the moment, he doubted Ken would notice them right away.

He didn't want this moment to drag on. It was tense, anxious as hell, but he stood there patiently. He'd leave it to Ken to break it.

justrevenge June 14 2010, 02:35:55 UTC

In the end, it comes down to what is less awful: looking, or looking away. He doesn't know how long he stares, but eventually he can't anymore, because this is impossible, this can't be happening, it's been a week, a week, and he saw the crime scene tape at the alley and the blood and heard-

This-

He breaks his gaze away and steps back and then sideways, shuffling over and to the side and against the wall, just to have something at his back. "This isn't real..."

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