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Characters: Agon agon_cool_drive and Yukari y_hayasaka.
Date/Time: December 7th, early morning.
Location: Agon's apartment.
Rating: PG-13, just mild language.
Summary: Yukari goes to discuss the fight popular gossip, o rly? with Agon and the two ultimately decide to end their friendship. LOL, Agon is owning the log scene today. Mari needs an award of some kind. XD
Yukari is this blue and Agon...isn't.
Sneaking out of the house wasn't really her forte, but Yukari knew it had to be done without Vincent's knowing. Ever since he'd returned, he hadn't been in the most pleasant of spirits, and telling him that she was going to see Agon... well, it would more than likely spurred another fight. That was truly the last thing she wanted, or he needed.
Her chauffeur pulled up to Agon's complex and helped her out of the car without her even asking. Yukari wondered if she looked particularly unwell, or if he was being polite, but accepted the help anyways. At this point, she was nearly 7 months into her pregnancy and being independent just wasn't all that possible in some cases, especially when she had a cold. Help was becoming a welcome cause.
Today she had at least taken the time to look well put-together even if her mental state was close to snapping. Taking her time to get down the hall, the former model stopped and knocked a few times on his door. It was rather early, and she worried he was still asleep... on the other hand, she needed to talk to him to get the whole story of the fight, to make sure her anger wasn't misguided in any way.
Agon wasn't expecting any visitors and he had curled himself up in his bed, enjoying the warmth of the blankets. He was pretty drowsy but quite unable to sleep. When he started to contemplate if this would be a good time for a wank he could hear a knock on the door.
"Aaaa..." he groaned, removing a hand from his boxers and sitting up, eyes scanning the room for his robe. Yawning he stepped out of the bed, shivering a bit because of the cold.
"Coming!" he yelled, grabbing his robe, tying the sash around his waist.
Quickly he combed some dreadlocks out of his face with his fingers and walked towards the front door. Did Mahiru forgot the keys or something?
"Hold on..." he yawned, unlocking it and finally opening the door, peeking through to see who it was.
Yukari.
And immediately he opened the door fully.
"That's a long time ago!" Agon spoke, a bit surprised by her visit. "Come in, it's fucking cold outside..."
Yukari lifted her head when the door opened, and forced a small smile. “Hello,” she greeted and stepped in obediently at his urging. “It is rather cold... but then again, you don't seem like you're wearing much.”
The model loosened her scarf and undid a few buttons on her thick coat, fiddling idly with it. “I must have woken you up, I apologize darling... I would have called, or come later, but... this is the only time I could get out the house unnoticed.” she turned to him and frowned. “I need to talk... about when you and Vincent fought.” she pulled off her gloves, and concentrated on her bare fingers for a moment. “I'm... upset with him for starting it, and you for going along with it... I don't know what to think anymore, really. May I sit down?” she asked, gesturing at the couch.
That was a lot of words at once and Agon blinked. So Valentine stopped being a butthurt whiny shit and returned to her? Slowly he closed the door, a bit baffled by all her questions and the things she wanted to know.
"Aaa...please do..." he finally said, tightening the sash again while he walked towards her to sit on the chair.
It took a while until he knew what he wanted to say, or at least, how to answer her questions the right way. His cheek was still bruised, and across his chest the mark Vincent's boot left was a bit blue spot and it hurt to touch it.
"...I tried to walk away, he wouldn't let me. Honestly...I fucking tried. Everything he said was below the belt. He should be fucking grateful that I didn't killed him."
Maybe the words he chose were a bit harsh. But the words Valentine used were many times harsher then his.
"He should be fucking happy...really...I'm sorry... But I don't regret...what I've done. I do regret that it hurt you the way it did. But for me...it's difficult."
Yukari sat down and made herself comfortable while he talked, honestly disappointed in her husband. Not letting him leave? Did that mean Agon tried to be the better man? “I understand, I'm not looking for an apology, darling.” she replied slowly, running a hand through her hair. “He has a temper problem and... there's a side that he never lets me see, apparently one that doesn't mind taking another person's life or fighting dirty. It's not acceptable.” her palm cradled her forehead a moment while she thought on it, and slowly lifted her gaze to him.
“If anything, it seems like I should be apologizing on his behalf. Though as his wife, I should be on his side I suppose... it's hard to, when he's at fault for egging you on like that." On the other hand..."I wish you hadn't broken his nose or his ribs.” she leaned back and sighed. “And in his defense, he only wanted obedience...” she shook her head and made a frustrated sound. “Do you see my dilemma? I don't want to take either one your sides on this.”
Difficult conversations like this weren't easy, not in the morning. It was like a whole month of difficult conversations, confrontations and fights. He was so fricken tired of it.
"Your husband is fucking insane. Fucking shooting at me and then pull out the entire shit I had with Wilder and make a mockery of that." The look on his face became a bit more pissed, and his jaw tightened. "I don't know how he got all those details...but it doesn't matter in the long run.
He shifted in his chair, closing his eyes to make sure to keep his thoughts in check.
"I'm tired of trying to gain things I can't have. Ever since Wilder...I can't get anything straight anymore and when I try to get things straight another thing happens. For once...I just want to have some fucking peace. Okay? I don't want to deal with shit when all I try is...to be a fucking friend. Or...to be a lover. Or to be anything I cannot be. It's fucking annoying, and I'm so fucking sick of it..."
Agon's eyes closed again.
"Choose sides with who you want..."
The model lifted her head again, perplexed. “He mentioned you and Zelos--?” ...Ah. That was what he meant by below the belt. Yukari closed her mouth and looked away. “I'm sorry, Agon.”
And she could see it. The strain, and how much he'd been trying to make things right. He needed a break just like she wished she had one, too. “That's not fair,” she shook her head. “If I'm on your side, I'm practically signing my own divorce papers. If I'm on his side, I'll still be upset with him.” she heaved a frustrated shrug. Maybe she could stay on the sidelines, but it was doubtful. He hated the idea of her even being friends with him.
“Darling, you're putting in the effort, things will clear up soon. I have no doubt he'll be punished for... what he's done, and things at Shinra will calm down once Rufus returns. You'll find someone and... you'll be happy. It sounds foolish when I put it like that, but... things will be alright, they can only go up from here.”
Agon listened carefully, eyes closed, fingers fidgeting with the sash of his robe.
"Yeah he did. How can I even try to avoid the thing with Wilder? It's always there. This apartment...my work. Everything is a nasty memory." His finger moved to rub his forehead. "Sometimes I wonder what's the thing that keeps me sane when it fucking confronts you everywhere."
Still he was busy processing her words.
"Then it's better we won't be friends...right...?"
And that hurt.
"Don't want to be the one fucking up another relationship. Just tired with it now..."
It wasn't like him, thinking...or saying this.
"...Haaa...your...love or whatever...goes above friendship."
Yukari's gaze remained on the ground as he spoke-- but when he suggested their friendship end, amber eyes widened and locked onto him. "You don't--No, Agon, that isn't what I meant!" she exclaimed, standing to her feet.
"I'm attached to you," she blurted, then laughed in a quiet voice. Slowly, she deflated back into her seat as she continued. "In a strange way..." Yukari didn't realize tears were forming and streaming down her cheeks, she didn't even realize how shaken up that had made her. "So don't say that, please. My marriage is important, and I'll make it work... but I'll still be your friend. I'm determined, you know."
There was another uncomfortable shift in the chair. The shit she went through was probably similar to his own, on another level, maybe. When she started crying Agon sighed, slowly rising from the chair and ignoring the dull pain from the bruises.
"...If someone needs to relax, it has to be you..." he decided, walking a circle around the table and plopping right next to her on the couch. Valentine would probably kill him for this and funnily, right now, he couldn't care less about that bastard.
A bit awkwardly he moved an arm around her, pulling her into something like a hug.
It wasn't until Agon pulled her into a rather awkward hug that Yukari realized she was on the brink of sobbing. Her hand gripped a little tightly into his robe as her face burrowed against his shoulder. It wasn't fair to him, to cry over things that had been accumulating over the past week. She wanted to apologize-- and meant to, but in turn only wound up crying more.
“Don't go anywhere, okay..?” she said quietly after the sobs had calmed. “I'll fix this, and... you can worry about other things on your plate.”
He kept his hand on her back, patting awkwardly and sometimes tensing up when something inside of him started to protest. But he held on, rubbing her back when she sobbed more.
"It's not that I can go anywhere..." he attempted to joke.
Moments like this made him realize that he had been an asshole to many people, but the asshole inside of him refused to admit that. Everything constantly clashed.
"You don't have to fix shit. I'll take a step back and you focus on that brat of you and your marriage..."
Where sentences like this were coming from, he did not know either..
Why was Agon being selfless the one time she didn't want him to be? Yukari leaned back and stared at him a long moment. “But...” she looked down, thinking of something, anything to oppose that.
She used the back of her hand to wipe away tears and slightly smudged make-up, then slowly moved back against the couch. “That's not fair.” Yukari replied, shaking her head. “I want to be your friend... isn't that reason enough to keep trying?”
Agon got nervous for some reason, eyes shifting away from her face.
"...It's not that we can't be friends ever. But not now...I think it isn't a fucking good idea...right now..."
He was in doubt to wipe that big teardrop wiggling down her cheek away with his hand. But he moved anyway, really fast and wiping it away before she could realize it. It was nice to have reflexes like that sometimes.
"Don't get me wrong...I want to try...to get a grasp on this concept of friendship. But the fact you had to...sneak out of the house. That's not good, right?"
After those words he shrugged. So damn tired of it all...
That, unfortunately, was true. She knew it would bring up conflict if Vincent had found out, and that was the last thing she had the will for. In fact, she was about ready to throw in the towel if he kept it up. And no doubt it would raise even more resentment towards Vincent, who would in turn throw it all off on Agon. And the very last thing she wanted, was to make this poor man any more miserable than he presently was. If this was her only sad attempt in protecting him and keeping her marriage stable, she'd do it.
“I guess not.” she quietly replied, not even realizing he'd wiped one of her tears away. Yukari slowly moved to her feet, rubbing vigorously over her eyes in vain. She was still crying, and didn't know why. “When we do see each other again, I want chocolate. With almonds. And some vanilla ice cream, the good kind-- so don't be stingy.” she laughed a little, glancing down at him. “Okay?”
That, unfortunately, was true. She knew it would bring up conflict if Vincent had found out, and that was the last It was a wise descision like this. Truly... But it just fucking hurt. Pretty much the same way like back then. He wish he could have somekind of strength to demand a friendship. It would just be a little bit more difficult to find someone to talk to when sanity left him.
"...Aaa..that's a deal." he spoke, getting up as well. Then he sighed, swallowed and scratched his ear. He kept on telling himself that this was the good thing to do, not noticing he kept rubbing his forehead nervously. And she was crying...and he was about to smash something.
Losing friends probably was the same thing as losing Wilder. Only different in context.
"...You be careful..."
“Yeah...” Yukari looked forward again, her fingers sliding slowly back into her gloves. “I will. And you...” quietly, she made her way to the door, resting her hand on the knob. This was all temporary, God willing, but... it felt like she was losing a sibling. “Take care of yourself darling, so I don't worry.” the model smiled a little to herself, she'd worry anyways, and he probably knew that.
“G'bye, then.” she gave a friendly wave and left without looking at him. He didn't need to see the fresh onslaught of tears, she'd deal with those by herself.
Agon followed her to the door, arms crossed and a strange look on his face.
"I will..." he answered, his voice sounding distant in his ears.
This was worse then Wilder. Because the person that managed to keep his thoughts and feelings in check had been, in fact, Yukari. Now she was leaving it kind of felt that one thing would take over the other, messing up everything. He wanted Wilder back and Yukari to stay and Vincent to die.
Those three things wouldn't happen, not in a million years.
"Bye."
He waited for her to walk out of the door and closed it softly when he could hear the sounds of her shoes fading in the hallway.
"Gods...fucking help me..." he whispered to himself, watching how his hands trembled for some reason. Agon knew damn well everything was about to come down. It was a matter of days, and it was a matter of who would be the one suffering that.
Date/Time: December 7th, early morning.
Location: Agon's apartment.
Rating: PG-13, just mild language.
Summary: Yukari goes to discuss the fight popular gossip, o rly? with Agon and the two ultimately decide to end their friendship. LOL, Agon is owning the log scene today. Mari needs an award of some kind. XD
Yukari is this blue and Agon...isn't.
Sneaking out of the house wasn't really her forte, but Yukari knew it had to be done without Vincent's knowing. Ever since he'd returned, he hadn't been in the most pleasant of spirits, and telling him that she was going to see Agon... well, it would more than likely spurred another fight. That was truly the last thing she wanted, or he needed.
Her chauffeur pulled up to Agon's complex and helped her out of the car without her even asking. Yukari wondered if she looked particularly unwell, or if he was being polite, but accepted the help anyways. At this point, she was nearly 7 months into her pregnancy and being independent just wasn't all that possible in some cases, especially when she had a cold. Help was becoming a welcome cause.
Today she had at least taken the time to look well put-together even if her mental state was close to snapping. Taking her time to get down the hall, the former model stopped and knocked a few times on his door. It was rather early, and she worried he was still asleep... on the other hand, she needed to talk to him to get the whole story of the fight, to make sure her anger wasn't misguided in any way.
Agon wasn't expecting any visitors and he had curled himself up in his bed, enjoying the warmth of the blankets. He was pretty drowsy but quite unable to sleep. When he started to contemplate if this would be a good time for a wank he could hear a knock on the door.
"Aaaa..." he groaned, removing a hand from his boxers and sitting up, eyes scanning the room for his robe. Yawning he stepped out of the bed, shivering a bit because of the cold.
"Coming!" he yelled, grabbing his robe, tying the sash around his waist.
Quickly he combed some dreadlocks out of his face with his fingers and walked towards the front door. Did Mahiru forgot the keys or something?
"Hold on..." he yawned, unlocking it and finally opening the door, peeking through to see who it was.
Yukari.
And immediately he opened the door fully.
"That's a long time ago!" Agon spoke, a bit surprised by her visit. "Come in, it's fucking cold outside..."
Yukari lifted her head when the door opened, and forced a small smile. “Hello,” she greeted and stepped in obediently at his urging. “It is rather cold... but then again, you don't seem like you're wearing much.”
The model loosened her scarf and undid a few buttons on her thick coat, fiddling idly with it. “I must have woken you up, I apologize darling... I would have called, or come later, but... this is the only time I could get out the house unnoticed.” she turned to him and frowned. “I need to talk... about when you and Vincent fought.” she pulled off her gloves, and concentrated on her bare fingers for a moment. “I'm... upset with him for starting it, and you for going along with it... I don't know what to think anymore, really. May I sit down?” she asked, gesturing at the couch.
That was a lot of words at once and Agon blinked. So Valentine stopped being a butthurt whiny shit and returned to her? Slowly he closed the door, a bit baffled by all her questions and the things she wanted to know.
"Aaa...please do..." he finally said, tightening the sash again while he walked towards her to sit on the chair.
It took a while until he knew what he wanted to say, or at least, how to answer her questions the right way. His cheek was still bruised, and across his chest the mark Vincent's boot left was a bit blue spot and it hurt to touch it.
"...I tried to walk away, he wouldn't let me. Honestly...I fucking tried. Everything he said was below the belt. He should be fucking grateful that I didn't killed him."
Maybe the words he chose were a bit harsh. But the words Valentine used were many times harsher then his.
"He should be fucking happy...really...I'm sorry... But I don't regret...what I've done. I do regret that it hurt you the way it did. But for me...it's difficult."
Yukari sat down and made herself comfortable while he talked, honestly disappointed in her husband. Not letting him leave? Did that mean Agon tried to be the better man? “I understand, I'm not looking for an apology, darling.” she replied slowly, running a hand through her hair. “He has a temper problem and... there's a side that he never lets me see, apparently one that doesn't mind taking another person's life or fighting dirty. It's not acceptable.” her palm cradled her forehead a moment while she thought on it, and slowly lifted her gaze to him.
“If anything, it seems like I should be apologizing on his behalf. Though as his wife, I should be on his side I suppose... it's hard to, when he's at fault for egging you on like that." On the other hand..."I wish you hadn't broken his nose or his ribs.” she leaned back and sighed. “And in his defense, he only wanted obedience...” she shook her head and made a frustrated sound. “Do you see my dilemma? I don't want to take either one your sides on this.”
Difficult conversations like this weren't easy, not in the morning. It was like a whole month of difficult conversations, confrontations and fights. He was so fricken tired of it.
"Your husband is fucking insane. Fucking shooting at me and then pull out the entire shit I had with Wilder and make a mockery of that." The look on his face became a bit more pissed, and his jaw tightened. "I don't know how he got all those details...but it doesn't matter in the long run.
He shifted in his chair, closing his eyes to make sure to keep his thoughts in check.
"I'm tired of trying to gain things I can't have. Ever since Wilder...I can't get anything straight anymore and when I try to get things straight another thing happens. For once...I just want to have some fucking peace. Okay? I don't want to deal with shit when all I try is...to be a fucking friend. Or...to be a lover. Or to be anything I cannot be. It's fucking annoying, and I'm so fucking sick of it..."
Agon's eyes closed again.
"Choose sides with who you want..."
The model lifted her head again, perplexed. “He mentioned you and Zelos--?” ...Ah. That was what he meant by below the belt. Yukari closed her mouth and looked away. “I'm sorry, Agon.”
And she could see it. The strain, and how much he'd been trying to make things right. He needed a break just like she wished she had one, too. “That's not fair,” she shook her head. “If I'm on your side, I'm practically signing my own divorce papers. If I'm on his side, I'll still be upset with him.” she heaved a frustrated shrug. Maybe she could stay on the sidelines, but it was doubtful. He hated the idea of her even being friends with him.
“Darling, you're putting in the effort, things will clear up soon. I have no doubt he'll be punished for... what he's done, and things at Shinra will calm down once Rufus returns. You'll find someone and... you'll be happy. It sounds foolish when I put it like that, but... things will be alright, they can only go up from here.”
Agon listened carefully, eyes closed, fingers fidgeting with the sash of his robe.
"Yeah he did. How can I even try to avoid the thing with Wilder? It's always there. This apartment...my work. Everything is a nasty memory." His finger moved to rub his forehead. "Sometimes I wonder what's the thing that keeps me sane when it fucking confronts you everywhere."
Still he was busy processing her words.
"Then it's better we won't be friends...right...?"
And that hurt.
"Don't want to be the one fucking up another relationship. Just tired with it now..."
It wasn't like him, thinking...or saying this.
"...Haaa...your...love or whatever...goes above friendship."
Yukari's gaze remained on the ground as he spoke-- but when he suggested their friendship end, amber eyes widened and locked onto him. "You don't--No, Agon, that isn't what I meant!" she exclaimed, standing to her feet.
"I'm attached to you," she blurted, then laughed in a quiet voice. Slowly, she deflated back into her seat as she continued. "In a strange way..." Yukari didn't realize tears were forming and streaming down her cheeks, she didn't even realize how shaken up that had made her. "So don't say that, please. My marriage is important, and I'll make it work... but I'll still be your friend. I'm determined, you know."
There was another uncomfortable shift in the chair. The shit she went through was probably similar to his own, on another level, maybe. When she started crying Agon sighed, slowly rising from the chair and ignoring the dull pain from the bruises.
"...If someone needs to relax, it has to be you..." he decided, walking a circle around the table and plopping right next to her on the couch. Valentine would probably kill him for this and funnily, right now, he couldn't care less about that bastard.
A bit awkwardly he moved an arm around her, pulling her into something like a hug.
It wasn't until Agon pulled her into a rather awkward hug that Yukari realized she was on the brink of sobbing. Her hand gripped a little tightly into his robe as her face burrowed against his shoulder. It wasn't fair to him, to cry over things that had been accumulating over the past week. She wanted to apologize-- and meant to, but in turn only wound up crying more.
“Don't go anywhere, okay..?” she said quietly after the sobs had calmed. “I'll fix this, and... you can worry about other things on your plate.”
He kept his hand on her back, patting awkwardly and sometimes tensing up when something inside of him started to protest. But he held on, rubbing her back when she sobbed more.
"It's not that I can go anywhere..." he attempted to joke.
Moments like this made him realize that he had been an asshole to many people, but the asshole inside of him refused to admit that. Everything constantly clashed.
"You don't have to fix shit. I'll take a step back and you focus on that brat of you and your marriage..."
Where sentences like this were coming from, he did not know either..
Why was Agon being selfless the one time she didn't want him to be? Yukari leaned back and stared at him a long moment. “But...” she looked down, thinking of something, anything to oppose that.
She used the back of her hand to wipe away tears and slightly smudged make-up, then slowly moved back against the couch. “That's not fair.” Yukari replied, shaking her head. “I want to be your friend... isn't that reason enough to keep trying?”
Agon got nervous for some reason, eyes shifting away from her face.
"...It's not that we can't be friends ever. But not now...I think it isn't a fucking good idea...right now..."
He was in doubt to wipe that big teardrop wiggling down her cheek away with his hand. But he moved anyway, really fast and wiping it away before she could realize it. It was nice to have reflexes like that sometimes.
"Don't get me wrong...I want to try...to get a grasp on this concept of friendship. But the fact you had to...sneak out of the house. That's not good, right?"
After those words he shrugged. So damn tired of it all...
That, unfortunately, was true. She knew it would bring up conflict if Vincent had found out, and that was the last thing she had the will for. In fact, she was about ready to throw in the towel if he kept it up. And no doubt it would raise even more resentment towards Vincent, who would in turn throw it all off on Agon. And the very last thing she wanted, was to make this poor man any more miserable than he presently was. If this was her only sad attempt in protecting him and keeping her marriage stable, she'd do it.
“I guess not.” she quietly replied, not even realizing he'd wiped one of her tears away. Yukari slowly moved to her feet, rubbing vigorously over her eyes in vain. She was still crying, and didn't know why. “When we do see each other again, I want chocolate. With almonds. And some vanilla ice cream, the good kind-- so don't be stingy.” she laughed a little, glancing down at him. “Okay?”
That, unfortunately, was true. She knew it would bring up conflict if Vincent had found out, and that was the last It was a wise descision like this. Truly... But it just fucking hurt. Pretty much the same way like back then. He wish he could have somekind of strength to demand a friendship. It would just be a little bit more difficult to find someone to talk to when sanity left him.
"...Aaa..that's a deal." he spoke, getting up as well. Then he sighed, swallowed and scratched his ear. He kept on telling himself that this was the good thing to do, not noticing he kept rubbing his forehead nervously. And she was crying...and he was about to smash something.
Losing friends probably was the same thing as losing Wilder. Only different in context.
"...You be careful..."
“Yeah...” Yukari looked forward again, her fingers sliding slowly back into her gloves. “I will. And you...” quietly, she made her way to the door, resting her hand on the knob. This was all temporary, God willing, but... it felt like she was losing a sibling. “Take care of yourself darling, so I don't worry.” the model smiled a little to herself, she'd worry anyways, and he probably knew that.
“G'bye, then.” she gave a friendly wave and left without looking at him. He didn't need to see the fresh onslaught of tears, she'd deal with those by herself.
Agon followed her to the door, arms crossed and a strange look on his face.
"I will..." he answered, his voice sounding distant in his ears.
This was worse then Wilder. Because the person that managed to keep his thoughts and feelings in check had been, in fact, Yukari. Now she was leaving it kind of felt that one thing would take over the other, messing up everything. He wanted Wilder back and Yukari to stay and Vincent to die.
Those three things wouldn't happen, not in a million years.
"Bye."
He waited for her to walk out of the door and closed it softly when he could hear the sounds of her shoes fading in the hallway.
"Gods...fucking help me..." he whispered to himself, watching how his hands trembled for some reason. Agon knew damn well everything was about to come down. It was a matter of days, and it was a matter of who would be the one suffering that.