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Who: Hirako Shinji, OPEN
What: Shinji takes some time out to think
When: Just after this
Where: At the edge of the big hole of doom
Summary: Trying to clear his head, Shinji searches for alone time in the cold saturday-winter air.
Rating: PG-13? To be safe?
Shinji did not think that, after over one-hundred years of having at least someone there with him, that he would ever have to be alone. Granted, in Sieben, there were more people than he'd ever want to know, but they weren't the same. They weren't Hiyori, they weren't Love or Kensei. Not people he trusted. Not the people he, though he denied it almost daily, cared for far more deeply than anyone else he'd ever met, or had the honor of fighting with.
His fight with Gintoki, and the risk he had taken, had reminded him of how reckless he was without Hiyori to slap him back to his senses. Granted, so wasn't the most sensible, but she was smart, in her own way. And she took the moral highground on more occasions than even Sousuke, back when he'd been a mere lieutenant. He needed her, as a friend and rock, more than he actually realised.
Hands in the pockets of his slim jeans, Shinji stared out across the darkening void of the hole. Today it was winter, and though he was shivering in his light clothes, he didn't really notice the bitter temperature. It was getting dark now, which he hoped would mean he could be alone. He doubted anyone really came out here, anyway.
What: Shinji takes some time out to think
When: Just after this
Where: At the edge of the big hole of doom
Summary: Trying to clear his head, Shinji searches for alone time in the cold saturday-winter air.
Rating: PG-13? To be safe?
Shinji did not think that, after over one-hundred years of having at least someone there with him, that he would ever have to be alone. Granted, in Sieben, there were more people than he'd ever want to know, but they weren't the same. They weren't Hiyori, they weren't Love or Kensei. Not people he trusted. Not the people he, though he denied it almost daily, cared for far more deeply than anyone else he'd ever met, or had the honor of fighting with.
His fight with Gintoki, and the risk he had taken, had reminded him of how reckless he was without Hiyori to slap him back to his senses. Granted, so wasn't the most sensible, but she was smart, in her own way. And she took the moral highground on more occasions than even Sousuke, back when he'd been a mere lieutenant. He needed her, as a friend and rock, more than he actually realised.
Hands in the pockets of his slim jeans, Shinji stared out across the darkening void of the hole. Today it was winter, and though he was shivering in his light clothes, he didn't really notice the bitter temperature. It was getting dark now, which he hoped would mean he could be alone. He doubted anyone really came out here, anyway.