[Backdated / Interactive Dream] Youji † 006
Who: slantedcross and somarium
Where: Youji's head.
When: Beginning of the event |D
Style: Your choice.
Status: Open!
Warnings: Attempted murder.
Dry, dusty desert sand is kicked up by the wind in all directions, the sky is an unblemished blue, and the sun beats down with a painful fervor.
Youji sits in the middle of it all, in a long, black coat, watching the distance. A small red figure approaches, a quadruped upon closer inspection; a dog when it gets a little closer; and once it’s there, sitting in front of him, a dog without any skin. Muscles and tendons and bleach-white bones, lidless eyes blinking sadly. It pants in the heat, tongue lolling out trying to cool off, and it almost seems to shake its head.
“What a waste,” it says, as Youji looks up. “What a waste.”
Youji makes a low sound in his throat, something like a groan, as the skinned dog begins to walk back from whence it came. He watches it go, briefly, before turning back, eyes wary, ears alert, because he’s in a city alleyway and somehow he knows to be wary. His stomach is ice-cold, his heart thuds, sweat beads delicately across his forehead, and he knows.
All of a sudden, he knows. He turns around, and she’s staring at him, he can tell even with the visor.
“What a pathetic man,” Neu sneers, “what a waste.”
Youji, help… Asuka whispers, silhouetted against Neu, she’s in there… Youji, I need you.
Neu is right there, Asuka is trapped right in front of him, and all he can do is stare.
“Look at you, rotting away, just because you failed to save this woman.”
“Asuka…” and he’s begging. Begging because he doesn’t know how else to let her know just how desperate he is, for things to go back to the way they were. “Please just remember me... if you’d even try…”
“That’s what I hate about you,” Neu continues, voice sharp like broken glass, “how pathetic and needy you are.”
That’s what I loved about you, Asuka disagrees, smile sad, further and further away. How kind and gentle you are.
He’s drawn to her, moth to the flame. Distantly, he can comprehend how much time he’s wasted, how much of his life he’s ruined, torturing himself to insanity because he can’t think about anything else, can’t forgive himself for bowing to weakness and letting her die, I loved you and I killed you, this is perfectly fitting, never being able to love again, never being worthy of love.
He walks to her, compelled and unable to look away, eyes locking to hers behind the visor, maybe this time, maybe this is my second chance. When she begins to move, meet him in the middle, the part of him that’s still a nineteen-, twenty-year-old kid who wants things to work out so much, actually begins to hope. Not something he’s had much of, much use for, but it has just enough time to spark before her smile pinches, the cruel edge becomes more pronounced, and he can hear, see, feel Asuka’s disappointment, he’s fallen for it again, as Neu speeds up, rushes him, and he can’t fight her, he doesn’t even try.
“Do something for me,” she commands, and he doesn’t have much choice, doesn’t bother to answer. He stops still, letting her come to him on her own terms; that look in her eyes does not bolster that faint hope. Asuka’s fading.
“This time,” she breathes, reaching up, hands closing around his neck, “I want to see you die.”
Where: Youji's head.
When: Beginning of the event |D
Style: Your choice.
Status: Open!
Warnings: Attempted murder.
Dry, dusty desert sand is kicked up by the wind in all directions, the sky is an unblemished blue, and the sun beats down with a painful fervor.
Youji sits in the middle of it all, in a long, black coat, watching the distance. A small red figure approaches, a quadruped upon closer inspection; a dog when it gets a little closer; and once it’s there, sitting in front of him, a dog without any skin. Muscles and tendons and bleach-white bones, lidless eyes blinking sadly. It pants in the heat, tongue lolling out trying to cool off, and it almost seems to shake its head.
“What a waste,” it says, as Youji looks up. “What a waste.”
Youji makes a low sound in his throat, something like a groan, as the skinned dog begins to walk back from whence it came. He watches it go, briefly, before turning back, eyes wary, ears alert, because he’s in a city alleyway and somehow he knows to be wary. His stomach is ice-cold, his heart thuds, sweat beads delicately across his forehead, and he knows.
All of a sudden, he knows. He turns around, and she’s staring at him, he can tell even with the visor.
“What a pathetic man,” Neu sneers, “what a waste.”
Youji, help… Asuka whispers, silhouetted against Neu, she’s in there… Youji, I need you.
Neu is right there, Asuka is trapped right in front of him, and all he can do is stare.
“Look at you, rotting away, just because you failed to save this woman.”
“Asuka…” and he’s begging. Begging because he doesn’t know how else to let her know just how desperate he is, for things to go back to the way they were. “Please just remember me... if you’d even try…”
“That’s what I hate about you,” Neu continues, voice sharp like broken glass, “how pathetic and needy you are.”
That’s what I loved about you, Asuka disagrees, smile sad, further and further away. How kind and gentle you are.
He’s drawn to her, moth to the flame. Distantly, he can comprehend how much time he’s wasted, how much of his life he’s ruined, torturing himself to insanity because he can’t think about anything else, can’t forgive himself for bowing to weakness and letting her die, I loved you and I killed you, this is perfectly fitting, never being able to love again, never being worthy of love.
He walks to her, compelled and unable to look away, eyes locking to hers behind the visor, maybe this time, maybe this is my second chance. When she begins to move, meet him in the middle, the part of him that’s still a nineteen-, twenty-year-old kid who wants things to work out so much, actually begins to hope. Not something he’s had much of, much use for, but it has just enough time to spark before her smile pinches, the cruel edge becomes more pronounced, and he can hear, see, feel Asuka’s disappointment, he’s fallen for it again, as Neu speeds up, rushes him, and he can’t fight her, he doesn’t even try.
“Do something for me,” she commands, and he doesn’t have much choice, doesn’t bother to answer. He stops still, letting her come to him on her own terms; that look in her eyes does not bolster that faint hope. Asuka’s fading.
“This time,” she breathes, reaching up, hands closing around his neck, “I want to see you die.”