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lifegivesyou) wrote2016-01-04 01:14 pm
lifegivesyou) wrote2016-01-04 01:14 pm
day 5 | 7:24am | kureshima household
[Ryouma had messaged this world's Takatora multiple times the night before. At first, he'd simply been concerned for the manner in which they'd parted ways, because in all of his years of knowing Takatora, something hadn't felt right. No one else knew Takatora like him, so it wouldn't surprise him if no one else would notice. But he did. After having the first casual text message ignored, he'd pushed a little harder. After a little longer, he'd nearly started spamming the other with playful, teasing remarks. Idle threats.
Nothing.
Takatora would never ignore him like this.
Which is exactly why, before the ban on having to stay inside all day is in effect, Ryouma is unlocking the door to the Kureshima household. He has his own key, obviously, given to him by this world's version at some point in their shared history. He locks the door behind him, checks it twice, and then strides through the mansion as though he's the master of the house and not just a visitor.
The path to Takatora's room is familiar enough. Under normal circumstances, he would knock and give the other a few moments to respond, but not today. There's no time for that. Instead, he opens the door and nudges it shut behind him (if only to avoid Mitsuzane's prying).
Takatora is sleeping. That should be enough to comfort him, but it's not. Something still doesn't feel right. Carefully, he crosses the room to the other's bed. After a moment of hesitation, he sits down next to him, placing a hand on Takatora's left shoulder and firmly nudging him.]
Takatora.
[His voice is in a surprisingly firm wake up now tone.]
Nothing.
Takatora would never ignore him like this.
Which is exactly why, before the ban on having to stay inside all day is in effect, Ryouma is unlocking the door to the Kureshima household. He has his own key, obviously, given to him by this world's version at some point in their shared history. He locks the door behind him, checks it twice, and then strides through the mansion as though he's the master of the house and not just a visitor.
The path to Takatora's room is familiar enough. Under normal circumstances, he would knock and give the other a few moments to respond, but not today. There's no time for that. Instead, he opens the door and nudges it shut behind him (if only to avoid Mitsuzane's prying).
Takatora is sleeping. That should be enough to comfort him, but it's not. Something still doesn't feel right. Carefully, he crosses the room to the other's bed. After a moment of hesitation, he sits down next to him, placing a hand on Takatora's left shoulder and firmly nudging him.]
Takatora.
[His voice is in a surprisingly firm wake up now tone.]
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[Ryouma pauses. He closes his eyes, takes a moment to steady himself, then opens his eyes once more and continues.]
... he didn't feel it necessary to tell me. He wouldn't answer my messages.
[And there's another moment of hesitation where he watches Takatora, still trying to keep himself as unemotional as possible. ... but there are some obvious cracks.]
None of this is your fault. They wouldn't have brought you here if he wasn't gone.
[... oh. There's another awful weight that hits him, more suddenly than he'd expected, and Ryouma sucks in a breath before turning his head away and bringing one hand up to cover his face. There's a horribly self-defeating attempt at a smile, but it cracks immediately and he looks like he might start crying on the spot.]
... I don't even know where to find his body.
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He doesn't know what to say, or what else there is to be done, but he knows that no one should have to endure this sort of pain alone. If he can take away even an ounce of that loneliness, it'll be enough.]