[Dream][Week 21, Day 6 - Night] Not Meant to Be This Way
"Kid this is getting ridiculous," a gruff but good-natured voice croons as a large hand takes a mild grip on black hair, tugging it a bit, "what, no one around to cut it since you've been gone?" A laugh follows. "That tenpa ought to know his way around a pair of scissors, not to mention Raikou no doubt's done some trimming in his life." The man tugs lightly at the hair again, "Geez. They couldn't even keep you well groomed, look at all these knots! And that kid gave me a hard time for being untidy."
".....," Yoites blue eyes go wide as his head is tugged back and when he is released he spins around in a full circle, utterly bewildered. Walls covered in post-its and thumb-tacks. A couch buried in clothes, and a desk buried in junk food containers. And the floor, what can be seen of the floor at least, only empty in the spot closest to the window....where he used to sit.
The apartment? But...
"...Yukimi....?"
The man reaches up a hand to scratch the back of his head. "Yeah? What?" And blinking a few times back he smirks, "You gotta be kidding me, don't tell me you forgot me already." A pout pulls the man's mouth together and he shrugs, "damn brats, leave 'em for a bit and they forget all about you. My feelings are hurt."
Yoite opens his mouth to protest but any hope for words is curtailed both by shock as well as a playful bump to the head with the bottom of a beer can. "Forget it, kid," Yukimi chuckles, "...just glad to see you're alive." And he strides away towards the kitchen, setting his drink on the counter before gesturing to a chair. "Now get over here and I'll fix that mess for you." Scissors are produced and Yukimi grins, waiting. "Come on now. I remember the rules, I'll cut it without touching it." - much.
Finally gathering himself a bit Yoite reaches up to touch the strands of his own hair, only then realizing that its now grown down to his shoulders. It was almost as long as it was way back when - what had he been then...14? 15? Something like that...no knowing for sure....
Yukimi makes an impatient sound.
Biting his lip Yoite takes a few steps forward, then more, still fingering the strands of his hair as he makes his way over to the chair, staring at Yukimi for a moment before finally sitting. "But...Yukimi....," he murmurs, "I'm not alive...."
"Yeah yeah, I heard you the first 20 times you said that. Let it go kid. You're breathing. You're alive."
"But-"
"Get your hands out of your hair or they're going to get cut." Yukimi threatens jokingly, cutting the air a few times with the scissors for demonstration. Yet a pause follows, and his hand falls, "Unless of course you don't want me to cut it....?" Eyes trained on Yoite hint at a question he knows better than to ask outright. "This still what you want, kid?"
"....What?" Why couldn't Yukimi just give him a simple answer? Why couldn't anyone, for that matter? Was it so hard to answer something without more questions or suppositions?
With a huff Yukimi leans on the back of the chair, free hand grabbing for the toaster and handing it to Yoite to use as a mirror. That same pale face, delicate lips...big eyes...yes Yoite knows what he looks like...so why? "Kid - You're older now. Not an adult, mind you, I don't think anyone's gunna fight me on that one but still... you sure you still want this? You know... short hair?" More hinting. More dancing around the question. "If you like it long...could leave it that way too..."
Yoite looks between his reflection, and Yukimi, and back again, and nearly screams to find that his reflection has changed. A rosier hint to the cheeks, a superficial shine to the lips...and down where the turtleneck can be seen...a fuller....curvier form......
NO!!
As if suddenly on fire, Yoite flings the toaster away from himself there is a loud CLANG and CRASH and all the apartment, and yukimi, and everything but himself shatters away into pieces
[Yoite shoots up in the darkness of his shrine, long strands of hair sticking to his cheeks before almost instantly he begins to scramble about, yanking his hair into his hands and fumbling around until a glint in the moonlight signals that he has located a blade.
The hitomi cuts out]