MAKIN' MAPS.

[notatantei]

Makoto probably isn't the first to try this stupid act he's undertaking right now, nor is he likely going to be the last.

As it is, he looks to the chart in his hands (pen stored behind his ear for the moment), then down the hall, and then back to the chart before frowning.

"That can't be right..."

[OOC - I checked and double checked- though Shinichi

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[shiragamisama]

He knows now, more of where he is. It confuses him slightly - to be in his forest, with his forest, yet completely separate from it. This has to be some place of the spirits, to allow such a connection.

He drifts along the corridors, faint rustling surrounding him, like wind through restless branches. He's not sure where he's going, but does it matter? He is here for now, and he will remain here until he returns to his Duty.

He pauses away from Makoto, his fall of bone white hair inclined in contemplation of him. It is-- himself. Yet not. There is something subtly wrong, some touch of plastic and technology that sets his teeth on edge.

"Good evening," he says hoarsely, polite nonetheless, the ghost of his old illness clouding his voice.

Oh man, this is just a bundle of issues

[shiragamisama]

He realises that-- but the instinct that drives him is bone-deep and speaks only of saving children and fools from danger, not of the way the Duty was ended and how Hinohara's humanity interfered with the formation of something as lasting as him.

He snarls instead of speaking, words lost to him, and drops Makoto all at once, stalking away to rake clawed fingers down the wall in fury, shredding the plaster in four long scars.

He hisses, furious and too taken by anger to speak, yet too cognisant of Truth and what Makoto said to attack him again. As always, his human self argues with who he is now, stilling anger into impotent, furious, inactivity.

Aghghghghg- best thread ever (whyIsomeantocharries) somanyissues~

[notatantei]

As Makoto is released, he takes in a deep gasp of the air he had been deprived of... And as the Shiragami leaves, he does nothing more than slump at the side of the wall.

[[OOC - I... I kinda want someone to find those wall marks and find Shiragami... Or something. Like the Conan-bird with Koji-Tiger (probably not the latter actually given Gin voice. |D]]

/thoroughly enjoying self with these two

[shiragamisama]

[ooc: If it's okay, want to continue this thread? Shinichi isn't quiite done traumatising Makoto

On that note, my intended next tag would be a little god-modey in terms of dragging Makoto bodily, if you're okay with that.]

OH! You're not? ;u; THEN IT'S A-OKAY~ :D

[notatantei]

[[I'll leave my last tag as is since it's still accurate... :U -oof, this will be fun ouo- ]]

[shiragamisama]

Duty is clawing at his mind, speaking loudly of the children he is neglecting, of how close he is to doing more than just scaring Makoto. He has to decide what course of action to take, but all the instincts and imperatives of Duty and who he is and who he used to be are clouding his mind and he cannot. think.

If only there was some way to shut off all this noise--

--ah.

Of course.

He turns back and lunges for Makoto, grabbing for the collar of his shirt and dragging him to stand up. His claws tear the material, but he pays no mind, pulling Makoto behind him as he stalks along the corridor.

This has to be done, now, before he realises what he's doing. There are reasons he cannot simply tell someone what he intends when he desires an invitation through a doorway, into a domicile

My... My brain just exploded from all the AWESOME.

[notatantei]

"NGH-" Ohgodwhyhe'djustlefthadn'the!? The claws grazed him as they grabbed his shirt but all that's running through his mind as he's pulled and dragged behind the 'spirit' is the terror of what could well happen next. This isn't the one he even remotely knew, this isn't even the 'one' he thought he would see, the image of a Shinichi who did not forgive and DID pursue-

And suddenly he's vaguely aware that he's been thrown into a room, his body sliding roughly against the ground before he shakily attempts to keep the room from spinning around him and-

'invite me in.' Invite...

Invite? Makoto's vision is blurred and fading and all he can hear is the voice and the cracking of the door jamb while a blurred figure in black and white seems to loom just out of reach and...

Invite him in

:33 I love playing agianst your Makoto

[shiragamisama]

It's like breathing fresh air again after being trapped underwater; he steps over the threshold like breaking the surface and all the chains tying him to Duty shrink to gossamer threads. It's.. refreshing. He stands straighter, taking a moment to just breathe, and treasure being himself again.

Shinichi brushes his hair back from his face to look at Makoto; some of the strands slip back again, but his sharp blue eyes are now visible behind the fall of white where they weren't before.

"Maktoto-san," he begins, and then stops, suddenly tired of all this. There's no reason not to simply talk to him.

He's still angry (furious, even), but like faded embers, no longer in danger of flaring up without the wind that fuelled them. Shinichi stretches out his hand instead, nails clipped short, silently offering Makoto a hand up.

T-Thanks! ;u;

[notatantei]

Did the air just become... Clearer? Less thick, less pressuring?

Still having troubles with his own breathing Makoto studies Shinichi with a wary eye as he comes over and offers a hand.

A different hand, he notes with suspicion, slowly reaching forward to take the offered help. Different from the ones that had thrown him in here, but how...

"...Why are you suddenly helping me..?"

[shiragamisama]

Shinichi snorts, wryly amused, helping Makoto to his feet with a single effortless pull. When he speaks, his voice is clearer, not wracked with the hoarse gravel of a pseudo throat cold.

"I'm not. It's just easier to have a conversation when you're not lying on the floor like a ragdoll."

There's no feeling of guilt for being the one to have made Makoto that ragdoll, though that thought causes him to feel guilty for not feeling guilty. Which is worrying, that his psyche is apparently as changed as that, but not something he can investigate right now.

"Why did you do it?" he asks, voice soft, his grip on Makoto's hand shifted to rest two fingers over the pulse on his wrist. He's heard it before, but... he needs to hear it again, hear more than a tearstained confession that he was distracted from by Ran, by being himself, by all the things that were so rudely torn from him a scant few days later.

Three guesses what Makoto was doing BEFORE he got here, first two don't count. ;;n;;

[notatantei]

For a moment, Makoto doesn't answer. The sudden change in voice and mannerisms in general is jarring enough- it doesn't even register for a moment that Shinichi's grip is still on his wrist, and as it is, before he speaks all he can do is slowly start to shake his head. "Do... This?" he asks, not even needing to gesture to his face. "You don't remember