the colourless words 1/8
anonymous
April 6 2010, 14:12:14 UTC
note: fffffffffffffffuuuuuuu first anon here, you guys win. XD I haven't written anything in a while, a-and this kind of went a little off the prompt, so I sincerely apologize if it's not up to anon's standards! /bows
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the colourless words 2/8
anonymous
April 6 2010, 14:15:06 UTC
He's heard that laugh somewhere before - or rather, something about it seems as if he knows it very well. He does something he really shouldn't be doing and turns, peeking out the door of the toll booth. As expected, nobody takes any notice of him, too focused on the thick tension between the two at the center. Mikado, on the other hand, takes brief notice of everyone. His attention goes straight to the person at the head of the Yellow Scarves; someone young and cocky with a yellow scarf around his neck and bleached hair and piercings and a white sweater and-- wait.
It looks a lot like Kida Masaomi. Now that Mikado thinks about it, it sounds a lot like Kida Masaomi too. And - the stance that it takes is a horribly familiar one, one full of confidence and bravado and things that Kida is also - it even moves a lot like Kida Masaomi.
So does that mean it really is Kida Masaomi?
He mails a quick What's up? to Kida's number, because if Kida is not (here) in an abandoned parking lot behind an abandoned bookstore leading a colour gang and
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the colourless words 3/8
anonymous
April 6 2010, 14:17:06 UTC
The leader of the Yellow Scarves does not fall because of a death blow. He doesn’t even really fall at all, to be more exact. The one who looks like Kida Masaomi staggers over to the parking lot’s toll booth quietly, clutching his side, and falls against the far wall, away from view of the others fighting, with a heavy thump
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the colourless words 4/8
anonymous
April 6 2010, 14:19:14 UTC
The moon’s even higher in the sky and the numbers on both sides are thinning out, each down to the last ten. Mikado’s proxy is still doing...okay (nobody can really get out unscathed, in a fight like this). They’re still evenly matched, it looks like, and Mikado can tell this is going to be a long, weary battle.
He should be focused on the ones not wearing yellow, the ones that he is (supposed to be) leading, but he can’t. His attention is drawn, always, to that brave and cowardly figure in bloody clothing; the one whom, in the end, he doesn’t really know anything about. He can only hope that Kida is doing okay, that he’ll come out of this relatively whole and then, from here, they can work towards something better than what they have right now.
His cell phone vibrates. He jumps, and nearly drops it in shock. He hasn’t gotten a message almost all night, and a silly part of his brain thinks it might be Kida (but that’s not right, you can’t text in the middle of a gang fight) as he fumbles to open it.
the colourless words 5/8
anonymous
April 6 2010, 14:20:59 UTC
Mikado hadn’t exactly prepared for a situation n which he left his cover, but it was still easier than expected. Even though the numbers in the lot were still slowly decreasing, and the confusion of battle wasn’t there to keep him from notice, nobody notices him as he edges along the sides of the parking lot, to the entrance (and exit). If Kida wasn’t among the ones fighting, he reasons, and not among the ones lying on the ground, then there’s only one way he could’ve gone.
He moves quickly once he’s out, keeping an eye out up ahead for the familiar back of his friend. He doesn’t pay attention to anything else - even the Dollars have slipped his mind for now - as he hurries down, praying that he-
trips over something leaning against the wall. He winces, brushing the dirt and god knows what else from his scraped palms and hopes that he didn’t land on anything nasty, as he looks at what he fell over
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the colourless words 6/8
anonymous
April 6 2010, 14:23:24 UTC
But Mikado deserves the truth. Kida knows that. He knows that he won’t be able to protect Mikado blindly forever, and that someday Mikado will find out about that dark side of Ikebukuro, that side that so many people (including himself) have gotten trapped in. He knows that the best way to tell him is to tell Mikado himself, because that way there’s no risk of Mikado getting trapped as well
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the colourless words 7/10
anonymous
April 6 2010, 14:26:58 UTC
“Yeah,” Kida says. “I’ll...I’ll have to get mad at them later, I’m so tired...I don’t know if I’ll be able to wake up in time for school tomorrow morning, you know? I just want to rest, Mikado. You know that feeling?” Mikado nods - at least, Kida thinks he’s nodding, he can’t really see too well anymore - and just grips his hand tighter. Something falls onto his hand and he thinks it’s just blood, maybe from the scratch on the side of his head or something, until he realizes that it’s cutting a track through the dried blood on his hand
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the colourless words 8/10
anonymous
April 6 2010, 14:27:57 UTC
Kida knows that at best, this isn’t going to go well. The truth is, he doesn’t want Mikado to leave; he doesn’t want to be alone when he fades, here, in this dark place with nothing familiar around but
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the colourless words 9/11
anonymous
April 6 2010, 14:29:56 UTC
Mikado starts sobbing - he can’t help it - as soon as he feels the hand in his own go limp. His fingers move, shakily, tracing down the line of his thumb to beside one of the tendons on Kida’s wrist to feel for a pulse, shifting the silver bracelet down as he goes. There isn’t anything the first time he tries, and he keeps on shifting his fingers from spot to spot, sure that he’s just missed the steady thump of a heartbeat that just has to be there.
But he doesn’t succeed in doing anything except smear the blood on Kida’s wrist around.
If only - if only he hadn’t agreed to this. If only he’d told Kida the truth earlier, if only he hadn’t continued to lie about Dollars. If only he’d called out to his friend earlier that night, then maybe, then maybe Kida wouldn’t be...!
the colourless words 10/11
anonymous
April 6 2010, 14:31:08 UTC
Anri is slightly worried when Mikado doesn’t show up for school on Monday, but she figures that he probably just has a cold or a fever, or something equally as mild
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the colourless words 11/11
anonymous
April 6 2010, 14:33:09 UTC
Mikado hasn’t been to school for the past two days, and he doesn’t think he’ll go to school tomorrow either. His computer has been untouched, his texts unchecked and if anyone had called him he probably wouldn’t have answered either.
It doesn’t feel right. He doesn’t know why this had to happen; why of all people it had to be him. It’s not fair, he thinks. Not fair that Kida Masaomi has moved on from the world, and that the world has moved on without Kida Masaomi
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Re: the colourless words 11/11
anonymous
April 7 2010, 16:04:20 UTC
BTW you better edit this and post it properly so I can comment spam it >]
I think. It's because you didn't dwell on the fact that he's dead so in the end what echoes is he's gone gone gone but could still be there but isn't because that's what it's like - thinking they could still be there, that it shouldn't be like this, that "it was all a bad dream". And that aching realness, I guess, the feeling of empty gone empty, is what I like.
Re: the colourless words 11/11
anonymous
April 18 2010, 01:54:25 UTC
lol maybe in the future ♥ don't wanna reveal myself too fast idk it seems improper. ///
when a friend died there was a lot of "wait, that person isn't here...!" which is what I tried to embody in this fic, I think. /// I usually don't write death!fic from the POV of the person getting left behind, so I hope that what I did was acceptable~ I'm glad you liked it bb ♥ (y-you did right? :D;)
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It looks a lot like Kida Masaomi. Now that Mikado thinks about it, it sounds a lot like Kida Masaomi too. And - the stance that it takes is a horribly familiar one, one full of confidence and bravado and things that Kida is also - it even moves a lot like Kida Masaomi.
So does that mean it really is Kida Masaomi?
He mails a quick What's up? to Kida's number, because if Kida is not (here) in an abandoned parking lot behind an abandoned bookstore leading a colour gang and ( ... )
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He should be focused on the ones not wearing yellow, the ones that he is (supposed to be) leading, but he can’t. His attention is drawn, always, to that brave and cowardly figure in bloody clothing; the one whom, in the end, he doesn’t really know anything about. He can only hope that Kida is doing okay, that he’ll come out of this relatively whole and then, from here, they can work towards something better than what they have right now.
His cell phone vibrates. He jumps, and nearly drops it in shock. He hasn’t gotten a message almost all night, and a silly part of his brain thinks it might be Kida (but that’s not right, you can’t text in the middle of a gang fight) as he fumbles to open it.
How are we doing? It’s a message ( ... )
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He moves quickly once he’s out, keeping an eye out up ahead for the familiar back of his friend. He doesn’t pay attention to anything else - even the Dollars have slipped his mind for now - as he hurries down, praying that he-
trips over something leaning against the wall. He winces, brushing the dirt and god knows what else from his scraped palms and hopes that he didn’t land on anything nasty, as he looks at what he fell over ( ... )
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But he doesn’t succeed in doing anything except smear the blood on Kida’s wrist around.
If only - if only he hadn’t agreed to this. If only he’d told Kida the truth earlier, if only he hadn’t continued to lie about Dollars. If only he’d called out to his friend earlier that night, then maybe, then maybe Kida wouldn’t be...!
He refuses to even think the word ( ... )
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It doesn’t feel right. He doesn’t know why this had to happen; why of all people it had to be him. It’s not fair, he thinks. Not fair that Kida Masaomi has moved on from the world, and that the world has moved on without Kida Masaomi ( ... )
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This has no place in chemistry but sdlfjasdlkjflsdj you wrote it! and. Ugh. CRYING.
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Kida ;________________________________________;
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I think. It's because you didn't dwell on the fact that he's dead so in the end what echoes is he's gone gone gone but could still be there but isn't because that's what it's like - thinking they could still be there, that it shouldn't be like this, that "it was all a bad dream". And that aching realness, I guess, the feeling of empty gone empty, is what I like.
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when a friend died there was a lot of "wait, that person isn't here...!" which is what I tried to embody in this fic, I think. /// I usually don't write death!fic from the POV of the person getting left behind, so I hope that what I did was acceptable~ I'm glad you liked it bb ♥ (y-you did right? :D;)
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