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Characters: bulletcarnage & kandescence
Location: Kanda's apartment, Casualty Communal
Rating: PG-13
Time: August 31st, an ungodly hour of the morning [VERY Backdated]
Description: After Kanda and Heine's resonance breaks and after Heine and Badou talk, Heine comes to the conclusion that he has two choices: either he can let go of his partnership with Kanda, or not. [Backdated to the night before Winry, Yuuri, Kanda and Miranda are taken ten years into the future]
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Heine was known for a couple of things: apathy and being unpredictable. He wasn't feeling apathetic, so it meant he was likely going to do something related to the latter. That tended to be more problematic for Heine; At least with apathy he knew what he was likely to do, which was usually very little because he just didn't care.
But this was different.
Since his talk with Badou, Heine had walked non-stop around the city streets for several hours with no concrete thoughts in his head, only fragments and flickers of raw emotion that had the potential to become solid thoughts if he actually stopped to focus himself. But Heine was rationally instinctive not instinctively rational, he was logical but not always necessarily reasonable, and he was self-reflective of himself but not often in relation to others.
Though somewhere in his pacing it dawned on Heine, not for the first time, that he'd gotten so used to this world--so comfortable and settled that it was hard to think of the possibility of being returned to his own. His world without the heat, and without the skulls, without the ability to transform into a weapon, without Kanda.
Without Kanda...
It was that thought that made his footsteps pause. This wasn't supposed to happen. He didn't do real attachments, he didn't do partners, didn't do teamwork, didn't do affection or dedication; It was a waste of time and would eventually end by everything getting fucked up anyway.
So why did the very idea of Kanda being somewhere that Heine couldn't get to fill him with such thick and heavy discomfort?
"Shit," He hissed aloud, suddenly turning on his heel and unknowingly retracing his steps toward the Casualty Communal. It started as a quick walk, then became a brisk pace before becoming a sprint. He didn’t even remember when he started running or what fragment of emotion clattering around inside his head triggered it.
Apathetic or unpredictable; Tonight was definitely the latter. And it was the stupid end of the latter, he was sure of it.
As he came through the main entrance of the Communal, breathing heavily with the signs of perspiration on his forehead, he told himself only one thing in perfect clarity: Don't prepare, don't guess, don't even think. That was just the way he did things, by claiming the moment with pure instinct and riding it out. He didn't plan things well, so if everything went to shit then at least he was no worse off than he was currently.
He really was making a habit of turning up outside Kanda's room at strange hours of the day and banging on the door, wasn't he? Here he was again at a time too far for either night or morning to be considered reasonable, his fist pounding on the door in a heavy, unapologetic way.
But this was different than every other time, wasn't it? So much hung on this moment. In this world or in two separate ones, would Heine really feel okay if he just let the rift between them remain as vast it was?
Fuck that.
Heine grit his teeth and slammed his fist against the door harder.
Location: Kanda's apartment, Casualty Communal
Rating: PG-13
Time: August 31st, an ungodly hour of the morning [VERY Backdated]
Description: After Kanda and Heine's resonance breaks and after Heine and Badou talk, Heine comes to the conclusion that he has two choices: either he can let go of his partnership with Kanda, or not. [Backdated to the night before Winry, Yuuri, Kanda and Miranda are taken ten years into the future]
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Heine was known for a couple of things: apathy and being unpredictable. He wasn't feeling apathetic, so it meant he was likely going to do something related to the latter. That tended to be more problematic for Heine; At least with apathy he knew what he was likely to do, which was usually very little because he just didn't care.
But this was different.
Since his talk with Badou, Heine had walked non-stop around the city streets for several hours with no concrete thoughts in his head, only fragments and flickers of raw emotion that had the potential to become solid thoughts if he actually stopped to focus himself. But Heine was rationally instinctive not instinctively rational, he was logical but not always necessarily reasonable, and he was self-reflective of himself but not often in relation to others.
Though somewhere in his pacing it dawned on Heine, not for the first time, that he'd gotten so used to this world--so comfortable and settled that it was hard to think of the possibility of being returned to his own. His world without the heat, and without the skulls, without the ability to transform into a weapon, without Kanda.
Without Kanda...
It was that thought that made his footsteps pause. This wasn't supposed to happen. He didn't do real attachments, he didn't do partners, didn't do teamwork, didn't do affection or dedication; It was a waste of time and would eventually end by everything getting fucked up anyway.
So why did the very idea of Kanda being somewhere that Heine couldn't get to fill him with such thick and heavy discomfort?
"Shit," He hissed aloud, suddenly turning on his heel and unknowingly retracing his steps toward the Casualty Communal. It started as a quick walk, then became a brisk pace before becoming a sprint. He didn’t even remember when he started running or what fragment of emotion clattering around inside his head triggered it.
Apathetic or unpredictable; Tonight was definitely the latter. And it was the stupid end of the latter, he was sure of it.
As he came through the main entrance of the Communal, breathing heavily with the signs of perspiration on his forehead, he told himself only one thing in perfect clarity: Don't prepare, don't guess, don't even think. That was just the way he did things, by claiming the moment with pure instinct and riding it out. He didn't plan things well, so if everything went to shit then at least he was no worse off than he was currently.
He really was making a habit of turning up outside Kanda's room at strange hours of the day and banging on the door, wasn't he? Here he was again at a time too far for either night or morning to be considered reasonable, his fist pounding on the door in a heavy, unapologetic way.
But this was different than every other time, wasn't it? So much hung on this moment. In this world or in two separate ones, would Heine really feel okay if he just let the rift between them remain as vast it was?
Fuck that.
Heine grit his teeth and slammed his fist against the door harder.