Who; Akihiko and Mitsuru What; After Mitsuru died she's come back Where; Her room When; June 19th Rating; PG-13 for talk of violence and death and probably language Status; Closed; Incomplete
Midnight had marked Akihiko's return to...himself. He'd been dazed for a few moments, his memories of the last few days hazy at best. And then he remembered. That haunting voice, that...that video. His heart threatened to pound out of his chest. Mitsuru was...no...she couldn't be. And if she was, she'd be back. She'd...she'd be cold, but she'd be back
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"Akihiko...?" Her voice was hoarse and she sounded numb when she spoke. Numb was a good description of how she felt, everything seemed to feel as if it were shutting down on her already. Still, through the numbness, she could feel him; she didn't move when he put his arms around her, but she also didn't react. She did wonder how long he'd been here in her room, or how long it had been at all.
Had he stayed here the entire time she was gone...? It worried her to think about him sitting in here like this while she was dead and gone away from him. A part of her wanted to be angry at the others for not taking him out, but they probably had their hands full with their own transformations and problems. Perhaps it hadn't even been that long, she had no way of knowing. Still, anymore than a few hours in the room of someone who had died was ...not good. She knew that far too well herself.
He shook his head. If he were honest, he really didn't know how much time had passed since his memories had returned. It had been a long time, but he couldn't put a definitive amount on it's passage. "I don't know." His voice was shaking, hollow. "But it's okay. You're here now. I knew you'd be back."
He didn't know? "Akihiko..." He didn't sound alright and somewhere deep inside of her, hidden partially by the numbness, she was very worried about him. He never had reacted well to losing people, and she could certainly understand why.
"I'm alright." It was all she could manage to say. They were words she'd said enough, lied about enough, that they were almost automatic. Even when she wasn't fine, they came out, in the hopes that saying them would actually make her fine. It never worked that way.
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Had he stayed here the entire time she was gone...? It worried her to think about him sitting in here like this while she was dead and gone away from him. A part of her wanted to be angry at the others for not taking him out, but they probably had their hands full with their own transformations and problems. Perhaps it hadn't even been that long, she had no way of knowing. Still, anymore than a few hours in the room of someone who had died was ...not good. She knew that far too well herself.
"How...how long has it been?"
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"I'm alright." It was all she could manage to say. They were words she'd said enough, lied about enough, that they were almost automatic. Even when she wasn't fine, they came out, in the hopes that saying them would actually make her fine. It never worked that way.
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