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So in summary I am a big loser and this is a lot shorter and makes less sense than I wanted it to. Enjoy!!
Challenge/Prompt: Going Home, Bad End
Title: Coping
Swish, swish, swish.
Tear and Anise exchanged looks as they watched the mysterious act play out before them for the fourth morning in a row. It wasn't an unordinary act, nor was it one that would be unheard of of him, but after watching him do it for three mornings in a row, they just knew that something must be off. That, or Guy had developed some form of OCD, because he was sweeping the same spot he had the morning before, and the morning before that, and so on.
Furthermore, there was that expression of his. Anise seemed to be convinced that he was merely really focused on his work. Tear, however, saw something else. Everything about him, his posture, his worth ethic (though the fact that for three days running, now four, he hadn't noticed them might say something), said Anise was right. And yet... Something about his eyes seemed to say something more. Something sadder, but Tear just couldn't tell what.
"Morning, Tear, Anise. Want some breakfast? My treat."
It took Tear a moment to realize that she had been looking right into his eyes, and that maybe he wasn't as off as she had assumed and it was her that was a little off. With a little sigh, she thanked Guy, sighing and following Anise to the dining room, and in that act, completely missed the look Guy gave the broom as he set it to the side and went after them.
By the time either of them learned of a certain redhead's disappearance, this act of Guy's would have become so routine by then any chance of a connection being made would go right over their heads.
Swish, swish, swish.
On an island like the one they had all found themselves on, it was hard to keep track of specific items sometimes. Only the important ones, the sentimental ones, and food were really kept track of, while often the little things were lost and forgotten. It wasn't exactly surprising that this happened as often as it did, given how regular people up and vanishing could be depending on the time of year.
But every so often, those unimportant items were remembered, out of the blue. For one reason or another, they were needed, and it just so happened that on this day, one Satsuki Yumizuka was going to be the "victim" of one of these rare occurrences.
There was a mess in their hut. A simple, little mess, that was all.
"Where is it...?" the girl mused to herself. She knew it had been around here somewhere, but no matter where she looked and what she moved, she just couldn't find that one thing that she needed. But after another ten minutes of searching, she realized that for some, inexplicable reason, the thing she was searching for just simply wasn't there.
A few weeks later, when she saw a certain blond swordsman looking for wood to repair a broom, she had long since fashioned herself a new one, and the memories of the one she had been looking for had long since faded. She just gave him a light greeting and continued on her way.
Swish, swish, swish.
Many showed their pain by crying. Others sought comfort in their friends and loved ones. There were those who got angry, and vented by doing violent, outrageous things. Quite frankly, there were countless ways to show pain, to share pain, and more importantly, to get over pain. To cope with pain.
Guy, however, didn't really do any of these things. It wasn't a concsious thing, really. He had had to keep everything inside for most of his life, for various reasons, and it got to a point where not speaking, not showing emotional pain, became natural to him. He bottled it up, but it never seemed to be too much for him. He never broke down, he never went mad by his own hand, he just continued to carry everything inside, never showing a single frown to the outside.
Perhaps if Luke was here, his friend would have pestered him and pestered him about his "maid girlfriend" that wasn't here anymore, and maybe Guy would have said something, if only to put his friend's mind at ease (or to get Luke to leave him alone) and from there, maybe things would have gone further. Luke, his best friend, had that effect on him.
But the thing was, Luke wasn't here anymore. And she had gone and followed in his footsteps.
He didn't cry. He didn't seek comfort. He certainly didn't get angry. It was given that, at one point, they would be seperated. He should have known that. And yet, he had avoided that. He didn't think of it. He ignored the possibility. There were so many there that had stayed, why wouldn't they stay?
And what's more... There had been something he wanted, no, needed to tell her. A response to something she had said, something that had blown his mind. True to his nature, he had avoided her, avoided the idea, and because of that, now the chance to respond to her, regardless of what his response would be, was gone forever.
Just a few, simple words was all he had wanted to say. That was all. Couldn't it have waited just a little bit longer to send her home? Just a few words.
With time, those words would change into other words, but the basic meaning of them would remain the same. The feelings behind them were there, regardless of the phrasing. Still just a few words, less now, but just as powerful as before.
But they never would be heard.
By anyone.
Swish, swish, swish.
Challenge/Prompt: Going Home, Bad End
Title: Coping
Swish, swish, swish.
Tear and Anise exchanged looks as they watched the mysterious act play out before them for the fourth morning in a row. It wasn't an unordinary act, nor was it one that would be unheard of of him, but after watching him do it for three mornings in a row, they just knew that something must be off. That, or Guy had developed some form of OCD, because he was sweeping the same spot he had the morning before, and the morning before that, and so on.
Furthermore, there was that expression of his. Anise seemed to be convinced that he was merely really focused on his work. Tear, however, saw something else. Everything about him, his posture, his worth ethic (though the fact that for three days running, now four, he hadn't noticed them might say something), said Anise was right. And yet... Something about his eyes seemed to say something more. Something sadder, but Tear just couldn't tell what.
"Morning, Tear, Anise. Want some breakfast? My treat."
It took Tear a moment to realize that she had been looking right into his eyes, and that maybe he wasn't as off as she had assumed and it was her that was a little off. With a little sigh, she thanked Guy, sighing and following Anise to the dining room, and in that act, completely missed the look Guy gave the broom as he set it to the side and went after them.
By the time either of them learned of a certain redhead's disappearance, this act of Guy's would have become so routine by then any chance of a connection being made would go right over their heads.
Swish, swish, swish.
On an island like the one they had all found themselves on, it was hard to keep track of specific items sometimes. Only the important ones, the sentimental ones, and food were really kept track of, while often the little things were lost and forgotten. It wasn't exactly surprising that this happened as often as it did, given how regular people up and vanishing could be depending on the time of year.
But every so often, those unimportant items were remembered, out of the blue. For one reason or another, they were needed, and it just so happened that on this day, one Satsuki Yumizuka was going to be the "victim" of one of these rare occurrences.
There was a mess in their hut. A simple, little mess, that was all.
"Where is it...?" the girl mused to herself. She knew it had been around here somewhere, but no matter where she looked and what she moved, she just couldn't find that one thing that she needed. But after another ten minutes of searching, she realized that for some, inexplicable reason, the thing she was searching for just simply wasn't there.
A few weeks later, when she saw a certain blond swordsman looking for wood to repair a broom, she had long since fashioned herself a new one, and the memories of the one she had been looking for had long since faded. She just gave him a light greeting and continued on her way.
Swish, swish, swish.
Many showed their pain by crying. Others sought comfort in their friends and loved ones. There were those who got angry, and vented by doing violent, outrageous things. Quite frankly, there were countless ways to show pain, to share pain, and more importantly, to get over pain. To cope with pain.
Guy, however, didn't really do any of these things. It wasn't a concsious thing, really. He had had to keep everything inside for most of his life, for various reasons, and it got to a point where not speaking, not showing emotional pain, became natural to him. He bottled it up, but it never seemed to be too much for him. He never broke down, he never went mad by his own hand, he just continued to carry everything inside, never showing a single frown to the outside.
Perhaps if Luke was here, his friend would have pestered him and pestered him about his "maid girlfriend" that wasn't here anymore, and maybe Guy would have said something, if only to put his friend's mind at ease (or to get Luke to leave him alone) and from there, maybe things would have gone further. Luke, his best friend, had that effect on him.
But the thing was, Luke wasn't here anymore. And she had gone and followed in his footsteps.
He didn't cry. He didn't seek comfort. He certainly didn't get angry. It was given that, at one point, they would be seperated. He should have known that. And yet, he had avoided that. He didn't think of it. He ignored the possibility. There were so many there that had stayed, why wouldn't they stay?
And what's more... There had been something he wanted, no, needed to tell her. A response to something she had said, something that had blown his mind. True to his nature, he had avoided her, avoided the idea, and because of that, now the chance to respond to her, regardless of what his response would be, was gone forever.
Just a few, simple words was all he had wanted to say. That was all. Couldn't it have waited just a little bit longer to send her home? Just a few words.
With time, those words would change into other words, but the basic meaning of them would remain the same. The feelings behind them were there, regardless of the phrasing. Still just a few words, less now, but just as powerful as before.
But they never would be heard.
By anyone.
Swish, swish, swish.