[THREAD] 不安なのは事柄にでは無く...

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Who: Kengamine Nagi [ striginae ] & OPEN
Where: Terra ; small park just outside the K-12 school
When: Early evening
Summary: Someone's just quietly paying their respects.
Rating: PG?
Other: Because I need to get this guy out meeting more people :|

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[lazyish]

Shikamaru had to get out of the house. It had been nonstop fighting between him and Hidan ever since that case of mass hallucination and his mother was driving him crazy with all her yelling about how the two of them should behave themselves. He wished he could just tell her what had happened, but when he started to she flipped out at him and started talking about rehab and he just... couldn't be bothered to try to sort it out anymore. He probably was just going crazy. It made him angrier at Hidan, because he would have never even started the drugs in the first place without his stupid brother

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As deeply as Nagi was absorbed in his thoughts, he was still vaguely aware of the muttered expletive from a slight distance away -- but not so mindful of the rock that was soaring his way. It caught him in the small of the back, hard enough to make him flinch, and he was up from his knees in a crouch in an instant, whirling around to look at whoever had cast the rock his way. Not so much out of pain, but out of sheer wariness -- his nerves had been on end these days.

Though the tension drained out of his limbs soon enough, when he realized that it was only a teenager, most likely come here for a breath of fresh air. Nothing to be wary of. A vaguely familiar face -- maybe a student from school that he'd seen before?

A small sigh, as he straightened up, gingerly rubbing his back, not exactly sure of what to do or say. Then, the slight waft of smoke was noted, and he gave a weak laugh -- one of the disapproving sort -- giving the cigarette a nod. "Aren't you a little young to be smoking?"

[lazyish]

It wasn't until the guy turned around that Shikamaru recognized him, and the color immediately drained from his face. First off, he was smoking on school grounds and had just hit a teacher in the back with a rock, but then this wasn't just any teacher. It was that teacher, the one everyone thought had killed all those kids but there was a lack of evidence or something. Shikamaru hadn't been paying too much attention but now he was alone with the guy at the memorial site for the kids. Could this be any creepier?

"Uh..." Shikamaru stared, dumbfounded. Then he threw his cigarette onto the sidewalk and smothered it under his shoe. "I, uh. Sorry..."

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It was a set of reactions that he'd almost grown used to over the past few weeks, since this entire mess had started, ever since he'd first been named a prime suspect. The brief pause, the widening eyes, the sudden paling -- the same accusatory stare. He'd grown used to all of these, almost, but it still hurt just a bit, each time someone looked at him like that. (Maybe because part of the fault did lie at him.)

The dumbfounded stare continued, and he almost flinched back, trying to avoid it -- not very sure of what to say. It must look strange, for him to be at the memorial, which was why he'd come at this time, when it was still day, but few people were around -- pity the plan had to go awry. "No, it's -- alright." An awkward pause, and he clutched at the folds of his scarf, glancing distractedly back at the altar.