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foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
foundationmods) wrote2018-11-29 04:47 pm
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[On the instant of your death, you're suddenly outside of your body - probably staring down at the remains it's become.
Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.
'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'
He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.
It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]
Yet, you're not alone. For all of you (except Szayel), a young man appears from behind you, his face set into a firm, yet sad, scowl. His shaggy strawberry blonde hair is pretty eye-catching, along with the black and white Shihakusho he wears and the large sword on his back, even as he gently tries to lead you back into the lobby and away from what was once your body. You can still clearly hear and see the living, if you want to try - but they can't see or hear you.
'Welcome to the world of the dead in this Resort,' he says, quietly. 'Looks like you're stuck here with the rest of us.'
He hands you a tablet, just like the one you had before. "You'll need this if you want to keep talking to them,' he explains, looking sad.
It looks like you've passed on, and yet...You still feel like you have a role to play in all of this.]
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[ It's a murmur under her breath, but it's there. ]
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I...never would have believed it before, you know. Things like this- [He indicates to the tablet.] -I've seen them before, but they were never meant for me. I'm...different. Broken.
[Not someone worthy of such affection.]
But with you...it's easier to believe that maybe, just maybe, something like this is meant for me too.
I-I won't be completely better overnight, but if you'll walk with me, I'd like the company. And I'll keep trying, even if I mess up sometimes.
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You're not broken, Atsushi. [ She places her hands on the sides of his cheeks. ] Different doesn't mean broken. Because I'm the same way. Love wasn't meant for me, before. I—
[ She pauses, curls herself up a little and looks out, into the distance. It seems that she's making a confession here, one that she didn't think that she'd ever admit to anyone. ]
Back home, I had feelings for someone in our club. But I couldn't tell him that I did. I would never be able to. Because I don't deserve those feelings, you know? That's what my past self thought. And. . . more than that, he loved someone else. It was easy to see that. It was so obvious.
He wanted someone to save, and there was a girl that needed saving. They're perfect together. So I pushed them together, because I knew that everything would be perfect that way. And I wouldn't have to deal with complications like feelings and love triangles and tearing at each other's throats. And I didn't want something like that to rip the club apart. They were my only friends I had. I didn't want to lose that.
So I decided to throw away my feelings. I would be happy if they just stayed friends with me.
[ Pausing again, Inaba looks at him with a smile, albeit a rather sad one. ]
I know things are going to be difficult. And to be honest, I'm not sure if it's going to be easier from here on out. But as long as we keep trying, I think that's the important part. If you'll accept me, then yeah. I'll walk with you.
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[The sad look Inaba gets is mirrored in Atsushi's face, though his sadness is for slightly different reasons. He doesn't know why Inaba thinks so lowly of her own feelings, she's never really had a reason for any of it. But even with no trauma to affect her like that, he can still recognize that she deserves better than what she gives to herself.]
If you will, then.
[He holds out a hand, palm up, offering it to her.]
But only if you won't throw away those feelings this time. Because I would rather treasure them.
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She will, however, take his hand, warm in her own.
She didn't want him to die.
But speaking like this... with her own voice again... it's strangely nice. ]
I won't. If you-- feel the same way for me, then I won't.
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I do feel the same way.
[There is a short pause, followed by an embarrassed look from him.]
B-but, um. I want to confess it the right way, in my own way. S-so it if takes a little bit for me to say, it's not because I don't feel it. It's because I'm t-trying to think of the right way to say it.
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[ Without any regard for anything, she squeezes his hand before leaning in close to press her lips against his own. ]
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It's pretty chaste, but he'll hold his lips there for a few moments, taking his time to enjoy it.]
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. . . was that okay?
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I would say it was great, personally.
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[ clears her throat and stares at the ceiling, as if talking to someone not there: ]
Hey, asshole! This is for you, if you saw that!
[ ......oh.
Well, okay, flipping people off is apparently happening now. ]
Anyway. I think that's it from me, probably. For now.
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Who...do you think is watching you, exactly?
[That's the first question on his mind there.]
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[ Her tone is so, so flat right now. ]
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We all bathe, he could have seen any of us naked.
[This is a horrified Atsushi.]
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[ oh my god ]
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...Kurosaki and Emiya-san did what?
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[Play it cool, Atsushi.]
Yeah, sure.
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This. That sure is a thing. ]
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Holy shit????
Atsushi is Uncomfortable by how hot that is. And he's muttering under his breath as he watches that.]
But why didn't he kiss me like that?
[Today is a day where everyone learns something, it seems.]
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Just going to rub at the back of her neck a little awkwardly now, though. ]
I bet if you asked him, he'd do it for you.
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