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Tell me the reality is better than the dream...

Apr 07, 2009 22:08

Day: 33
Characters: Subaru Sumeragi [notafuckingcar] and Shira [cut_em_open], later joined by Momiji Fujimiya [justasacrifice]
Summary: "Morality is herd instinct in the individual." ~Nietzsche
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Day, first rec
Status: closed, incomplete

( ...but I've found out the hard way, nothing is what it seems. )

† shira, † momiji fujimiya, † subaru sumeragi

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cut_em_open April 8 2009, 03:24:23 UTC

Just a day like every other. Just a freaking night and day like every other in this goddamn shithole, and no way out, nothing new any day, always the same routine. People whining, people dying, people getting hurt - all the screaming and bitching on the intercom, and after over a month now, Shira had lost patience with this place for good.

The doctors? Out of reach, never showed up, didn't even call him for therapy any more. The women? Everywhere, but nowhere in his reach. The food? Had something that made him notice that uncomfortable, irking itch a lot more than normal, and there was no good way to get rid of it. Screwing didn't help, doing the job himself didn't help. Nothing really helped, and with whining on every side, he had halfway begun to plan the bloody demise of some people, even if he should get offed in the process, himself.

What this shithole needed was something interesting. Entertainment, the quality stuff. Not one dead nurse and everybody crying over who had done it, but something with substance. Something with a ( ... )

notafuckingcar April 8 2009, 07:35:07 UTC

Subaru could recognize Shira even before the man spoke. He wondered if there was an inherent sense, between people like them...or if Subaru could merely sense things, even without his abilities. Regardless, he smiled softly when the other man approached him, bowing his head politely like he would to anyone ( ... )

cut_em_open April 9 2009, 02:26:37 UTC

For long moments, Shira stared down at the younger man from his one eye, coldly, blankly. Shira-san? That little shit had to be kidding him. Bowed to him even, talked with that freaking irritating politeness ( ... )

notafuckingcar April 9 2009, 04:16:56 UTC

The man was missing an eye. That much Subaru could tell for certain, as he was surveyed with a gaze that morphed and changed like a kaleidoscope. He was good at reading people--a lot better than he used to be, when he was once an ingenuous child who trusted everyone. He could see the malice flicker in Shira's visible eye as it melted back into confusion, and mused briefly that the man could snap him in half if he were so inclined--but Subaru felt no fear ( ... )

cut_em_open April 9 2009, 23:24:32 UTC

Fine, so that damn submissive politeness was real, and even though the kid was a weirdo, Shira couldn't care less. He'd agreed to meet with him, hell, he even somewhat liked the kid. Besides which... he had brought him alcohol. So maybe he could just shrug off the bowing and all that, or maybe he could even get used to it. The last kid back home who had acted so submissively towards him (as if he didn't know well enough that lower class trash like him never received that sort of treatment genuinely) had gotten a nice beating in return.

"Vodka, eh," Shira repeated, but the name didn't ring a bell. Maybe some kind of foreign stuff, maybe even something he had had during the first ball with that nurse, Jessica. Finally, he shrugged, leaned against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor. With only one arm, the other mutilated through his own work, and, for the danger the weapon he had turned it in posed, tightly strapped to his body, sitting down on the floor required a bit of support like this.

"Never heard o' that stuff." He ( ... )

notafuckingcar April 10 2009, 05:57:47 UTC

Eyes dull and faded, Subaru watched Shira as the man slid down to sit heavily on the floor, supporting his bulky body against the wall. The younger man hesitated, unaccustomed to behaving in such a manner, and realized with a ghost of a smile that he'd never quite unlearned all the stringent rules of etiquette his grandmother had instilled in him. His heart throbbed slightly-and suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to make it stop ( ... )

cut_em_open April 19 2009, 19:17:05 UTC

Shira watched the boy curiously as he took the bottle so carefully, as if it was more than just a goddamn bottle of booze. He couldn't for the life of him tell what exactly was going on in the kid's head. For some reason, perhaps because of that disturbingly dead glance in those mismatched eyes, it bothered him. It irritated him deep within, but it was a powerless irritation that came without the desire to, as usually, bash Subaru's head in out of frustration. And so, Shira just leant back, watched Subaru with lazy wariness in his eye and his head turned, and then suddenly laughed, harsh and rough like a bark ( ... )

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