Did your Shadow ever speak to you?
Who: Seta Souji leaderly, Yosuke Hanamura yosukecantstop, Shikamaru Nara underachieves, Naoto Shirogane fortune_prince
When: 12 hours after this
Where: Souji and Naoto's apartment
Summary: Souji wakes up in his bed after 12 hours of being dead.
Warnings: Talk of fatal wounds. Possible language? Will update as needed.
It felt as though he was waking up from the deepest sleep of his life. His entire body felt heavy and slightly achy. His memory was foggy. He tried to open his eyes, but even that took effort. When he cracked them open, he realized that he was in his room. That was odd. For some reason, he couldn't remember going to sleep.
Slowly, he sat up, grunting from effort. A sharp stabbing pain that subsided into dull throbbing had him clutching right over his heart. His memory suddenly cleared. He hadn't gone to bed.
He had been killed. By his Shadow, no less.
The last thing he remembered was that thing stabbing into his heart. It was the oddest sensation, feeling your heart pumping so hard, so fast, but not getting anywhere, blood pouring out of the wound. Things went black soon after that. But then, how did he end up in his bed?
When: 12 hours after this
Where: Souji and Naoto's apartment
Summary: Souji wakes up in his bed after 12 hours of being dead.
Warnings: Talk of fatal wounds. Possible language? Will update as needed.
It felt as though he was waking up from the deepest sleep of his life. His entire body felt heavy and slightly achy. His memory was foggy. He tried to open his eyes, but even that took effort. When he cracked them open, he realized that he was in his room. That was odd. For some reason, he couldn't remember going to sleep.
Slowly, he sat up, grunting from effort. A sharp stabbing pain that subsided into dull throbbing had him clutching right over his heart. His memory suddenly cleared. He hadn't gone to bed.
He had been killed. By his Shadow, no less.
The last thing he remembered was that thing stabbing into his heart. It was the oddest sensation, feeling your heart pumping so hard, so fast, but not getting anywhere, blood pouring out of the wound. Things went black soon after that. But then, how did he end up in his bed?