[Megumi flickers in and out of consciousness for a while, torn between dreams of the future, dreams of the past, and nightmares of what had happened two days previous winding over and over in her head. Sometimes she is able to get to him in time, and to save his life; in others, she watches him bleed to death again, helpless and desperate. And finally, in others, she is the one held fast in his place. If she had a choice during the time, she would have willingly exchanged places with him--he deserves no pain, no suffering, while she . . . she had the blood of the victims of her sins staining her that day
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[action post]silk_in_ebonyMarch 23 2008, 10:57:52 UTC
Yes... I'm here Megumi-san... I am...
[When he holds her he is careful, ever so careful, mindful of her wounds, the wounds she sustained freeing his battered body from its wire cradle. He can see how badly harmed her hands are and his chest draws tight, feeling guilty, so so guilty...]
Megumi-san...
[Mitsuhide hates to see anyone suffer, but seeing her suffer hurts him most of all, and tears fill his eyes, though they do not fall.]
[She's shaking in his arms, weeping in earnest--holding on to him, reassuring herself that he is indeed there, and alive.]
[After a while, she begins to inspect him, half expecting to find remnants of the wire that bit and sliced through his flesh. There are none, much to her relief . . . until she finds a fresh stain of blood to the side of his chest.]
Mitsuhide-san . . .
[The medicine cabinet she had spilt in his apartment is still there, on the tatami, though the blood that she had tracked is gone. She rises as quickly as she can, on unsteady feet, and hastens to it. There are some contents that remained within the cabinet, and she brings it back to him
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[action post]silk_in_ebonyMarch 23 2008, 11:36:19 UTC
[He stays quiet as she does her work, holding back his tears as he watches he cry, watches the expression on her face and feeling his heart hurt. Her hands must hurt so so much... he bites his lip slightly. He was doomed when she arrived, she should have let him be and not gotten hurt, but... he also knows that regardless of what he could have said, she would have done it anyway. So would he, in the same situation...]
[When she is done, and looks up at him and says that sorry, sadness fills him]
No...
Don't... say sorry, Megumi-san. There's nothing to say sorry for, there isn't...
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[When he holds her he is careful, ever so careful, mindful of her wounds, the wounds she sustained freeing his battered body from its wire cradle. He can see how badly harmed her hands are and his chest draws tight, feeling guilty, so so guilty...]
Megumi-san...
[Mitsuhide hates to see anyone suffer, but seeing her suffer hurts him most of all, and tears fill his eyes, though they do not fall.]
[His voice remains unsteady and quiet]
You... you're hurt... oh, Megumi-san...
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[After a while, she begins to inspect him, half expecting to find remnants of the wire that bit and sliced through his flesh. There are none, much to her relief . . . until she finds a fresh stain of blood to the side of his chest.]
Mitsuhide-san . . .
[The medicine cabinet she had spilt in his apartment is still there, on the tatami, though the blood that she had tracked is gone. She rises as quickly as she can, on unsteady feet, and hastens to it. There are some contents that remained within the cabinet, and she brings it back to him ( ... )
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[When she is done, and looks up at him and says that sorry, sadness fills him]
No...
Don't... say sorry, Megumi-san. There's nothing to say sorry for, there isn't...
[He takes her gently into his arms again]
Please, don't be sorry...
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