[Week 12, Day 3] The Measure of a Friend
Who: Yoite and Lelouch
Status: Closed.
Style: Past, Third Person
Where: Mizusato
When: Week 12, Day 3, midday
Rating: Really can't see it going above pg-13.
Warnings: angst? cute? who knows
Entering the village for the second time that day, Yoite walked along the unpaved streets with a bit of a distracted gaze to his eyes. What had happened that morning, the blankets and such appearing out of nowhere at his shrine as if by some odd magic, was still scratching at the back of his mind as he tried to piece together an identity for the...reverse-robber. Was there even a name for the type of person who broke into your home only to leave more things than had been in there before they broke in? And the bottom line there was 'who would even bother'? Who even knew Yoite was living there, and worse who even cared? Perhaps Gau would have cared, but Yoite hadn't told him yet, though he still intended to in due time, and since Ukitake had been mercifully delivered back to his home world.... there would be no one else he'd really bother to tell.
...except perhaps the person he was going to meet.
Reaching up a little gloved hand to readjust the hat covering his hair he straightened himself out, wanting to look his best, and reminded himself that none of what had happened that morning was important because more important things were happening. His first visit from well...anyone... let alone someone he actually liked seeing. Not to mention he hadn't seen Lelouch since the darker times surrounding the slaughters at his old...house.
Not home. That wasn't home anymore.
But he had to believe that seeing Lelouch then hadn't exactly counted, considering Yoite had almost not been present mentally, and Lelouch had had to just take him by the hand as if he were a dumbstruck child. Which he had been. And he was very grateful for what Lelouch had done, and quite aware that had the man not shown up when he did, Yoite might have easily slipped away one night to kira the rest of his mind, doing more damage than just his right eye.
He wanted this time to be different.
Smiling a little to himself, his little black boots carried him to a wooden sign just outside the village's small but respectable tea house. A rustic building no down, with no outer flourishes to really speak of, but with its humble frame and modest decor there was something entirely charming that Yoite liked about it. The same feeling as the whole of Mizusato it seemed.
Standing himself with his back to the wall he thus waited, back rigidly straight and head cocked alertly towards the horizon as Bani-Allen, white ears twitching, settled himself almost protectively at Yoite's feet.
And they waited.
Status: Closed.
Style: Past, Third Person
Where: Mizusato
When: Week 12, Day 3, midday
Rating: Really can't see it going above pg-13.
Warnings: angst? cute? who knows
Entering the village for the second time that day, Yoite walked along the unpaved streets with a bit of a distracted gaze to his eyes. What had happened that morning, the blankets and such appearing out of nowhere at his shrine as if by some odd magic, was still scratching at the back of his mind as he tried to piece together an identity for the...reverse-robber. Was there even a name for the type of person who broke into your home only to leave more things than had been in there before they broke in? And the bottom line there was 'who would even bother'? Who even knew Yoite was living there, and worse who even cared? Perhaps Gau would have cared, but Yoite hadn't told him yet, though he still intended to in due time, and since Ukitake had been mercifully delivered back to his home world.... there would be no one else he'd really bother to tell.
...except perhaps the person he was going to meet.
Reaching up a little gloved hand to readjust the hat covering his hair he straightened himself out, wanting to look his best, and reminded himself that none of what had happened that morning was important because more important things were happening. His first visit from well...anyone... let alone someone he actually liked seeing. Not to mention he hadn't seen Lelouch since the darker times surrounding the slaughters at his old...house.
Not home. That wasn't home anymore.
But he had to believe that seeing Lelouch then hadn't exactly counted, considering Yoite had almost not been present mentally, and Lelouch had had to just take him by the hand as if he were a dumbstruck child. Which he had been. And he was very grateful for what Lelouch had done, and quite aware that had the man not shown up when he did, Yoite might have easily slipped away one night to kira the rest of his mind, doing more damage than just his right eye.
He wanted this time to be different.
Smiling a little to himself, his little black boots carried him to a wooden sign just outside the village's small but respectable tea house. A rustic building no down, with no outer flourishes to really speak of, but with its humble frame and modest decor there was something entirely charming that Yoite liked about it. The same feeling as the whole of Mizusato it seemed.
Standing himself with his back to the wall he thus waited, back rigidly straight and head cocked alertly towards the horizon as Bani-Allen, white ears twitching, settled himself almost protectively at Yoite's feet.
And they waited.