[Intro, NOT Event]

[baseball_kun]

Ah? Did I make a wrong turn? [Tugs his baseball cap a little.]

I'm pretty sure the apartment complex isn't this way...

[ooc: sorry gaiz, no event for tsukasa this time.]

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[p_reservation]

Have a Yoite, standing off towards the side, back leaning against a tree. "...."

[p_reservation]

Tilts his head ever so slightly, glancing down towards the piece of paper, figuring it couldn't hurt anything.... what a mistake that was. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, studying the elaborate bird design and then with wide eyes, takes a step back almost subconsciously. "...?!"

[baseball_kun]

Ah, do you know it? A church I used to go to would give these out to the kids. [Glances over at Yoite, and sees that the look on his face isn't exactly normal.] Yoite...?

[p_reservation]

He was starting to shake a bit, staring at the ground for a few moments as something just.. broke inside. Flashes of blurred faces, screaming, a knife pointed in his direction and two boys against a wall came back all at once. It was too much and he was down on one knee now, hands over his head as he tried to shake the nightmares out of his head. "..N-no.. no..." Why hadn't the name rang a bell sooner?

[baseball_kun]

Y-Yoite! [Leans towards the other boy, his hands outstretched but still hovering a bit just in case he was getting too personal.] What's wrong...?

[p_reservation]

Hearing the other boy next to him, he shakily glanced towards him, his face close and looking exactly like a mirrors. The hair was shorter, but the same concerned eyes were directed at him and it hurt so much. He tried shaking the thoughts out, but it wasn't working. How many years had it been since he had seen him? It was like the events of that night just came tumbling back into place and it was so real. "..T-tsukasa..?"

[baseball_kun]

I'm right here! [Crouches down some, looking worriedly at Yoite. That same familiar feeling hits him, but he's not quite sure why.] Sh-should I call a doctor?

[p_reservation]

He shook his head to the side once, unsure how to feel or really react further in a situation like this. It really was him. He shakily reached out for the other boy, needing to reassure himself he was really there, living, breathing and not some cruel nightmare conjured by the past.

[baseball_kun]

[Immediately takes hold of Yoite's hand, squeezing it. That look is almost too familiar that it scares him, so he tries to shake it off.] Is there something I can do...?

[p_reservation]

"..Y-you..you.. made it away.. alive?" He still couldn't believe it and subconsciously, he was squeezing the other boys hand back now, as he tried to make sense of the situation further.

[baseball_kun]

Ah, made it away...? I don't... [Then it suddenly hits him. He stares at Yoite, realizing what it was that reminded him of the past. Shaking a bit, he slowly opens and closes his mouth, not sure how to word his thoughts. It couldn't be...] S...Sora...? You...were alive...?

[p_reservation]

He was shaking harder now, willing his eyes to focus on the lips that were mouthing his name. The name their Mother gave him at birth. Only Tsukasa would know it. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the other boys face, eyes searching, ignoring the foreign feeling of tears behind his lashes. Was he having a mental break down? Something close to it. He couldn't form words to express himself, so the only thing that came to mind was a shaky hand going towards his throat, momentarily pulling down the cloth around his neck to show a scar from a life long ago that still remained."...."

[baseball_kun]

A-ah...

[The moment he sees the scar, he feels himself going numb. This can't really be happening... Sora was... Sora died, didn't he? All that time he waited in that neighborhood, away from his parents and step-siblings, hoping that maybe someday he could do something and feeling so much regret when he was told that it was too late... So why is he here now? He feels hot tears prick and spill down his cheeks.]

Sor... Sora, I didn't know... I'm so...so sorry...

[p_reservation]

Seeing the other boys tears starting to fall, it was almost a trigger for his own. Hot tears started sliding down his cheeks and he didn't understand what was going on or how to stop them. All he could do was stare into the eyes of his step-brother, the one he had known years ago and wonder what sort of miracle had happened to reunite them, here and now. Shakily, he brought his other hand up to the boys cheek, trying to cup it. "..T-tsukasa, w-where did you.. go...?"

[baseball_kun]

[He grasps his brother's hand with both of his, wondering why it was still so thin. And when did he get so tall? Last he remembered, he'd always been a little taller than Sora, despite being a year or so younger. Now he has to tilt his head up slightly to look into those eyes that matched his own. He shifts his gaze to the ground, tightening his grip on the hand.]

"I...stayed with them for a little while, but... I couldn't handle it; we never got along... so I live in an apartment that's close to the school I go to..."

[p_reservation]

He tried to focus on the words and the face infront of him, wanting to banish the dream of the past that still all-too-tightly tried to cling to his thoughts. He wanted nothing to do with that time period. Hearing that the younger boy remained in that environment for that much longer really hurt his heart. Why would Tsukasa want to be there, with how they were treated? Granted, Tsukasa seemed to have lived far better off that he did. "...For.. how long now?"