Fighting Words [closed; complete]

Jul 19, 2008 14:02

Who: Kanda and Daisya
What: Kanda goes looking for the fight that they started here.
Where: Starting on the boat, then the beach.
When: Saturday morning.

Kanda sat in an alcove of the ship, his back resting in the gap between two rows of crates and his journal laying open on the deck beside him. )

Ω daisya barry, Ω kanda yuu, place - beach, place - boat

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sh_hereisgone July 19 2008, 18:21:50 UTC
To say Daisya was pissed off was likely the understatement of the year. He'd seen when Lenalee had arrived and had read what Farfarello said to her - and really, he couldn't blame Farf for being, well... himself, but he was moreover furious and ashamed that he'd been more willing to hide out instead of face the situation - just like he had the first time around.

He was tired of waiting, and he was tired of running.

It had been weeks since he wore his coat, though he trained with the Charity Bell daily and did everything else that House asked of him to regain his strength. He was still thin, still worn, but recovering... and angry. He found that anger was a better emotion to fill the void inside of himself with than self-pity - anger gave him energy, gave him will and strength and everything he'd lacked in the past.

Never again.This time, though... no matter what had happened, Kanda was his best friend, and there was no way he could have known what had happened. There was no proof it would happen again... especially since Lenalee ( ... )

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kandescence July 19 2008, 19:25:23 UTC
Fingertips digging into wet sand, fighting the pull of the tide, Kanda had dragged himself up onto the shore, hands and knees and his whole body shaking as he coughed up a lungful of water ( ... )

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sh_hereisgone July 19 2008, 19:35:08 UTC
Daisya had assumed seeing Kanda again would be an easy thing, but his heart twisted violently as his best friend made his way nearer. It was everything he could do not to instinctively step back ( ... )

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kandescence July 20 2008, 02:38:45 UTC
Kanda caught the coat in his free hand, its material sturdy and familiar for its similarity to his own, but he couldn't for a moment mistake the differences. The significance.

I don't need your help. He wanted to be able to say it so badly. He wanted to be able to throw the coat back at Daisya, tell him off the way he'd once told Allen off when he'd awoken to find himself lying atop his coat.

But he couldn't do it. Daisya wasn't Allen, and Kanda wasn't a liar: he did need his help because it was true, his body wasn't healing like it should. He should have felt stronger than he did last night when he'd first woken on the ship; his body should at least hurt less this morning, even if it wasn't completely healed. Instead it hurt more. That wasn't the point though.

The coat clutched in his fist, he stood there stiff and unmoving, his eyes locked with Daisya's, the words he'd just spoken ringing like an echo in Kanda's mind: not you'll deal with it (which Kanda would, of course, as they both knew), but we'll deal with it ( ... )

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sh_hereisgone July 20 2008, 02:47:44 UTC
Daisya snorted, turning his back and walking towards the cave. "You'd look ridiculous," he returned over his shoulder, cold as ice and hating every second of it - but it was all he could do to protect himself, to not break down. "Wear it for now if you're cold or if you want. I don't care ( ... )

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