[[Backdated: set roughly 3-4 days after
this thread; still previous to
Tsurude's announcement.]]Three days was a lot of time to think, especially if you didn't do anything else. Kureno was rather talented at thinking, being the rational person he was and meditating regularly. Only two or three things in his life had ever taken him more than a day
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Maybe when it was warmer, or when she was home would be a better start. Maybe when she had recovered more. Or maybe when he had actually gathered all of his courage.
Kureno lifted his head to sigh, then held his breath all together when he realized Asuka was standing before him next to her mailbox.
...Maybe he should come back when she looked happier to see him.
There was a swing in the playground across the street that had caught enough wind to rock itself back and forth, the old, ungreased chain squealing at one end as it swung in a slow, steady rhythm. It creaked five times more before Kureno hesitantly stood to his feet.
"......hi."
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So why was he here? She'd ruined his career, she'd expected to never see him again. They'd been angry at each other for a wide variety of reasons before, although never had they gone so long without talking and over such a life-altering reason. Asuka had certainly been too chicken and tired to go apologize to him herself, what little good that would do. So why was he here ( ... )
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But there wasn't enough point in turning back now.
"I, uh..." It felt strange to talk a little louder then he'd like, but she still hadn't taken another step away from the edge of her property so he was left without much choice if he still wanted to be heard. He looked at the porch step beneath his feet, licking his lips and mustering his thoughts and willpower before looking back up, forcing himself to not turn away. "I came to apologize. ...I've been a real jerk lately. Sorry."
Insignificant. His words had been too simple and too few, but so far fulfilled the single most vital requirement that gave his visit purpose: they'd been spoken.
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Sitting is an obvious option, and before...everything he wouldn't have wasted any time making himself comfortable. But suddenly there was just something so...presumptuous about making himself at home; at assuming he was welcome.
"...How's your recovery going?" he asked, trying his hand at small talk.
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...Wait, didn't he know that name from...? No. Couldn't be.
Kureno turned away, concerning himself with the careful way she moved as he listened. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
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"..... I don't.... really feel like I deserve to be asking you any favors, Kureno," she finally said to the doorknob. She didn't deserve to be asking anything from anyone right now.
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"Do you need help, or...?" Okay, it seemed rather silly to ask if she needed help pouring coffee, but... "I just noticed earlier you couldn't reach so far."
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"No, it's... mostly sort of... stiff." And sore, but stiff described the sensation best. Stiff like she'd over used it and now the muscles were demanding a well deserved rest. She pulled two mugs down from an over-head cabinet, along with matching spoons. "When they.... well, when they had to do surgery, they had to cut between the ribs under my left arm. Along with everything else, it's just made healing more difficult."
If you didn't smoke so much, she could remember Sakurai lecturing her, your recovery would go much faster. Which is why we're not letting you smoke until your lungs are done healing. She'd heard the same from Rin before he'd gotten... distracted... with Kakami, and likely would have heard the same from Tsurude if he hadn't spent his whole life dealing with her mother. That was about the only blessing she had right now in having Tsurude taking over as primary in charge of her case ( ... )
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He accepted the mug he handed to her, but his eyes looked a little past them toward her chest. The talk of her operation had him imagining where they must have needed to go to tend to her injuries properly. ...It also made him remember where those wounds were, and if she stayed still long enough, he could still see where and how that sword would be sticking out of her.
...He should probably stop looking at her like that before his staring was taken the wrong way.
"Thanks," he said quietly, turning his attention to the sugar. Normally he preferred milk if he was going to have anything at all in his coffee. But since there wasn't any, he took half a spoonful of sugar and took his time stirring it in, letting the hot drink cool.
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All that for a medal, and all he's getting is more salt in an open wound...
"... yeah," she breathed, very quietly, because she couldn't say anything else.
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"............Congratulations."
There was no sarcasm, no disgust, no anger, no barely-tolerated disdain. But there wasn't any sincerity or forgiveness either. Just very, very calm, even tones.
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Asuka wasn't surprised at his reaction. She hadn't expected him to have known about this yet; after all, there hadn't been any grand announcement. But that didn't meant she had to like his reaction, or even that she was the one to tell him. Had to be the one - he didn't deserve to get this second hand.
If it took him four months to decide he still wanted to be friends with her, after Sasoriza, how long would it take after this? Six months? A year? Never? But how much more worse would it be if he hadn't heard it from her at all?
"I don't want it." As if something like that really needed clarification. But if only there was something she could do to change this...
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"I know."
If she had something to respond with, she didn't. Or maybe she was just as unaware she had something to say as he'd been. He waited another minute before giving up on listening for it.
Despite how wronged this new situation was making him, Kureno still didn't want for things to be ending like this; he didn't want them to be ending at all! He meant it when he said he wanted things to be better again. He was already dedicated to letting this emotion-grating depression of his slip into the past.
Unless it found something new to live off of, digging itself right back into the wound in his heart and pride that hadn't even properly scabbed over yet, getting settled in for another round of festering...
No. No, he wouldn't let it. She didn't do this on purpose, she wasn't trying to hurt him! ...She just had a ( ... )
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