℘ Seven . Video
[Yuuto is sitting in the computer lab of the high school, tossing something in his right hand. Up and down, up and down. The room lights are off, sunlight filtering in through the windows. It's obvious that no one has "lived" there for some time - a month, actually. The signs that someone did, at least, somehow inhabit it are still present.
He's sifted through everything, though he's left it mostly undisturbed. Not surprisingly, there was hardly anything that he considered of importance or even sentimental value. Satsuki is not that kind of person. In time, someone else would come along who needed the space and the shelter it offered, and they would take over.
He wonders what's happening in Tokyo. If there is such a thing as a winner. If Satsuki has won or lost. Or if the world has simply gone on turning, oblivious to the way Fate - or whatever it is - toys with its believers.
With a soft sigh, he stands and catches the object in his hand, setting it down on the table.]
Good luck.
[He walks away, leaving the communicator behind. Like so many other things, it'll catch up to him, somehow.]
He's sifted through everything, though he's left it mostly undisturbed. Not surprisingly, there was hardly anything that he considered of importance or even sentimental value. Satsuki is not that kind of person. In time, someone else would come along who needed the space and the shelter it offered, and they would take over.
He wonders what's happening in Tokyo. If there is such a thing as a winner. If Satsuki has won or lost. Or if the world has simply gone on turning, oblivious to the way Fate - or whatever it is - toys with its believers.
With a soft sigh, he stands and catches the object in his hand, setting it down on the table.]
Good luck.
[He walks away, leaving the communicator behind. Like so many other things, it'll catch up to him, somehow.]