[Log] Nemesis Descending
Who: Echizen Ryoma & Sanada Genichirou
What: He simply wanted to know the truth...
When: September 17th
Where: Sanada's room
Warnings: PG-13 for subject matter
"Sanada." Ryoma was outside his door, knocking on it. "Open, please. We have... Have to talk."
Sanada had been laying on his stomach half-naked, his back aching painfully from the start of his tattoo. When he heard Ryoma's' voice though he frowned and got up. This couldn't be good. Opening the door he stepped aside, "Come on in..."
The sight of Sanada's torso was enough for Ryoma to blush and look down. "I... Uh..."
Looking down at himself Sanada frowned and walked back into his room, leaving the door open for Ryoma, forgetting for the moment, the start of the dragon tattoo on his back, "Sorry, I'll put on a shirt..."
"O--okay..." His eyes widened at the sight of the tattoo. Well... He had mentioned the Yakuza, hadn't he? But... He struggled with the doorstep for a bit but then eventually managed to get the wheelchair inside.
Sanada pulled on a collared shirt and buttoned it up halfway before going over to the door to close it, "What did you want to talk about?"
"Did you kill them?" Blunt and straight to the point, yes.
"They're dead," Sanada said and sat down on his bed, meeting Ryoma's eyes, "And their blood is on my hands...." It wasn't a lie. He felt responsible for their deaths and the stress Dan had to suffer, even though he wasn't the one that had finished them off.
"..." He studied him for a while, unsure of how to continue. Something about the way Sanada had phrased that... "But did you kill them?"
"No....no, I didn't...." Sanada answered honestly and finally looked down, unable to meet Ryoma's eyes anymore because he was ashamed that he hadn't been the one to do it.
The vertigo he had felt when talking to Taichi came back, as well as that uncomfortable tightness over his chest. He took a handful of shallow, quick breaths before he whispered: "... Tai did..."
"I....didn't stop him.....I'm sorry, Echizen....." He murmured and ran a hand through his hair, "Nothing....nothing will come back to him though. If anything goes wrong it will come back to me. I made sure of that."
"Tai... Tai did..." Ryoma leaned forward, hands gripping the armrests of the chair as he tried to focus on his breathing, tried to focus on anything really, anything that could take that feeling away. He felt like he was being swallowed up. Like he was being crushed and drained and... Tai. Tai. Tai.
"Echizen....Echizen, look at me," Sanada said firmly, hand coming up to touch Ryoma's cheek, "Breathe.....take deep breaths.....everything will be alright.....okay? I need you to understand that and trust me. Everything will be alright....." Shit. Maybe sometimes lying was a better option.
He didn't even hear him. Didn't notice. He dipped forward even further, his grip on the armrests slipping. Close to falling out of the chair.
Sanada wrapped his arms around him carefully and picked him up, laying him on his bed gently so he didn't hurt himself further.
Well on the bed he simply lay there, shaking violently, teeth clattering uncontrollably. He could taste blood in his mouth; had probably bitten himself. He didn't even feel it. "He... killed. Tai... Tai killed," he managed to stutter after a while.
Sanada cupped his cheek and rubbed his thumb over his skin, "He loves you....very much......it's my fault he did what he did.....if you're mad, be mad at me."
"Why?" He tried to stop shaking. "... Why did you take him with you?"
"He wanted to go....I'm sorry....I should have said no......" Sanada mumbled and pet his hair slowly, "He wanted to make sure they were gone...make sure you were safe...."
"... By making himself a murderer?"
".....I'm sorry, Echizen...."
"I... I should... Should go." But he didn't feel like he was in any shape of even move an inch.
"You're not going anywhere until you calm down and get some rest.....if you want to talk to Dan-kun, I'll go get him and make myself scarce, but you're not going anywhere for a while....alright?" He murmured softly.
"No... No, I..." He wouldn't know what to say. He had no idea. Instead he curled up even more on the bed, nodding. "Don't... don't touch me though. I'll stay if you don't do any--anything bad."
"I won't do anything bad, Echizen....Remember, I promised I would never hurt you. Do you want something to drink? I can make some tea or get you some water...." It still worried him that Echizen believed he would do something to him, but he could understand the paranoia.
"Wa--water, please." And then he'd sleep. But he wanted to get rid of the taste of blood first.
"Ah..." Sanada went over and got a bottle of water from the little mini fridge he'd gotten and offered it to him, "Here.....brand new bottle."
"... Thanks." No way it could have been spiked. He hated himself for being paranoid, but... Shaking hands reached out and fumbled for the bottle. "Ca--can't hold it," he muttered.
"Here...." Sanada opened it in front of him and sat beside him on the bed, "I'm going to help you sit up and I'll hold it for you, alright? I won't do anything bad and if you don't like anything I do, tell me and I'll stop whatever it is, OK? Do you trust me enough to let me help?"
He was willing to kill for me. He nodded, and with Sanada's help he soon was sitting up, body still shivering as if he had a fever... Which he did, albeit not a serious one. The water felt lovely against his swollen tongue.
"Good..." Sanada murmured and helped him drink until he seemed to be content then set the bottle on the bedside table, "I won't touch it, alright? Let's lay you down and get you covered up so you can rest.....I have a cold compress we'll put on your forehead too...."
"..." He just looked at Sanada with huge eyes, allowing the older boy to fuss with him. It felt... good. Strangely good, since this was Sanada. But none the less... "Go--good night," he mumbled. He was dead tired. Completely exhausted. Sleep would be good. Really goo-- And his thoughts were cut off as he was dead to the world.
Sanada murmured a good night and covered Ryoma up before going to his little first aid kid and getting out a compress to stick to the smaller boy's forehead to help with the fever. He watched him for a long moment then sat down beside the bed, back to it to listen to him sleep. Ready to help him if he needed anything. He really needed to learn how to lie.
What: He simply wanted to know the truth...
When: September 17th
Where: Sanada's room
Warnings: PG-13 for subject matter
"Sanada." Ryoma was outside his door, knocking on it. "Open, please. We have... Have to talk."
Sanada had been laying on his stomach half-naked, his back aching painfully from the start of his tattoo. When he heard Ryoma's' voice though he frowned and got up. This couldn't be good. Opening the door he stepped aside, "Come on in..."
The sight of Sanada's torso was enough for Ryoma to blush and look down. "I... Uh..."
Looking down at himself Sanada frowned and walked back into his room, leaving the door open for Ryoma, forgetting for the moment, the start of the dragon tattoo on his back, "Sorry, I'll put on a shirt..."
"O--okay..." His eyes widened at the sight of the tattoo. Well... He had mentioned the Yakuza, hadn't he? But... He struggled with the doorstep for a bit but then eventually managed to get the wheelchair inside.
Sanada pulled on a collared shirt and buttoned it up halfway before going over to the door to close it, "What did you want to talk about?"
"Did you kill them?" Blunt and straight to the point, yes.
"They're dead," Sanada said and sat down on his bed, meeting Ryoma's eyes, "And their blood is on my hands...." It wasn't a lie. He felt responsible for their deaths and the stress Dan had to suffer, even though he wasn't the one that had finished them off.
"..." He studied him for a while, unsure of how to continue. Something about the way Sanada had phrased that... "But did you kill them?"
"No....no, I didn't...." Sanada answered honestly and finally looked down, unable to meet Ryoma's eyes anymore because he was ashamed that he hadn't been the one to do it.
The vertigo he had felt when talking to Taichi came back, as well as that uncomfortable tightness over his chest. He took a handful of shallow, quick breaths before he whispered: "... Tai did..."
"I....didn't stop him.....I'm sorry, Echizen....." He murmured and ran a hand through his hair, "Nothing....nothing will come back to him though. If anything goes wrong it will come back to me. I made sure of that."
"Tai... Tai did..." Ryoma leaned forward, hands gripping the armrests of the chair as he tried to focus on his breathing, tried to focus on anything really, anything that could take that feeling away. He felt like he was being swallowed up. Like he was being crushed and drained and... Tai. Tai. Tai.
"Echizen....Echizen, look at me," Sanada said firmly, hand coming up to touch Ryoma's cheek, "Breathe.....take deep breaths.....everything will be alright.....okay? I need you to understand that and trust me. Everything will be alright....." Shit. Maybe sometimes lying was a better option.
He didn't even hear him. Didn't notice. He dipped forward even further, his grip on the armrests slipping. Close to falling out of the chair.
Sanada wrapped his arms around him carefully and picked him up, laying him on his bed gently so he didn't hurt himself further.
Well on the bed he simply lay there, shaking violently, teeth clattering uncontrollably. He could taste blood in his mouth; had probably bitten himself. He didn't even feel it. "He... killed. Tai... Tai killed," he managed to stutter after a while.
Sanada cupped his cheek and rubbed his thumb over his skin, "He loves you....very much......it's my fault he did what he did.....if you're mad, be mad at me."
"Why?" He tried to stop shaking. "... Why did you take him with you?"
"He wanted to go....I'm sorry....I should have said no......" Sanada mumbled and pet his hair slowly, "He wanted to make sure they were gone...make sure you were safe...."
"... By making himself a murderer?"
".....I'm sorry, Echizen...."
"I... I should... Should go." But he didn't feel like he was in any shape of even move an inch.
"You're not going anywhere until you calm down and get some rest.....if you want to talk to Dan-kun, I'll go get him and make myself scarce, but you're not going anywhere for a while....alright?" He murmured softly.
"No... No, I..." He wouldn't know what to say. He had no idea. Instead he curled up even more on the bed, nodding. "Don't... don't touch me though. I'll stay if you don't do any--anything bad."
"I won't do anything bad, Echizen....Remember, I promised I would never hurt you. Do you want something to drink? I can make some tea or get you some water...." It still worried him that Echizen believed he would do something to him, but he could understand the paranoia.
"Wa--water, please." And then he'd sleep. But he wanted to get rid of the taste of blood first.
"Ah..." Sanada went over and got a bottle of water from the little mini fridge he'd gotten and offered it to him, "Here.....brand new bottle."
"... Thanks." No way it could have been spiked. He hated himself for being paranoid, but... Shaking hands reached out and fumbled for the bottle. "Ca--can't hold it," he muttered.
"Here...." Sanada opened it in front of him and sat beside him on the bed, "I'm going to help you sit up and I'll hold it for you, alright? I won't do anything bad and if you don't like anything I do, tell me and I'll stop whatever it is, OK? Do you trust me enough to let me help?"
He was willing to kill for me. He nodded, and with Sanada's help he soon was sitting up, body still shivering as if he had a fever... Which he did, albeit not a serious one. The water felt lovely against his swollen tongue.
"Good..." Sanada murmured and helped him drink until he seemed to be content then set the bottle on the bedside table, "I won't touch it, alright? Let's lay you down and get you covered up so you can rest.....I have a cold compress we'll put on your forehead too...."
"..." He just looked at Sanada with huge eyes, allowing the older boy to fuss with him. It felt... good. Strangely good, since this was Sanada. But none the less... "Go--good night," he mumbled. He was dead tired. Completely exhausted. Sleep would be good. Really goo-- And his thoughts were cut off as he was dead to the world.
Sanada murmured a good night and covered Ryoma up before going to his little first aid kid and getting out a compress to stick to the smaller boy's forehead to help with the fever. He watched him for a long moment then sat down beside the bed, back to it to listen to him sleep. Ready to help him if he needed anything. He really needed to learn how to lie.