[Gokudera's dream is simple. In a wide-open, sunlit room, a woman with long silver hair is sitting at a grand piano, filling the room with music. Beside her on the bench, nestled against her, is a young child, clearly hers by the matching gray hair, maybe four or so years old ( Read more... )

[When the feed comes on, the device is on the floor next to Gokudera. He's not moving and he's covered in dried blood. Based on the sheer amount of it on and around him, he should be very, very badly injured. The fact that he isn't should be an easy indicator that he's dead ( Read more... )

[When the feed comes on, Gokudera can be seen from behind, standing beside his bed, staring at what appears to just be an empty area of the room. After a minute, he grimaces and rubs his eyes with one hand, muttering as he does, since he thinks no one can hear him.]

...Idiot. I can't fucking do this by myself.

[He finally turns away from whatever ( Read more... )

[The entry is locked to a relatively small group consisting of the people Gokudera feels responsible for looking after (Sakura, Angel, Nitori, Yukino), and the people he thinks will care and/or listen. This specifically includes Hong Kong, America, Haru, and other nations he knows will take it seriously, like England and Japan. If you feel like ( Read more... )

Y-yamamoto? [His voice shakes as he speaks, uncharacteristically hesitant and weak sounding. The sound of him shifting position can be heard, and he gasps in pain.]

Could you... I need some help. Please...before he comes back.