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destinystrings2013-11-06 12:04 am
bondsofsuffering) wrote in destinystrings2013-11-06 12:04 am
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The Fate the Binds Us [Closed]
Who: Hizumi Mizushiro, Ayumu Narumi, and Taro Watanabe [Closed]
Where: Abandoned warehouse; Sagittarius Ward
Summary: All things must come to an end... Especially when that thing is a potentially dangerous Devil.
Warnings: Talk of and attempted suicide. All of the Spiral spoilers ever if anyone actually cares.
Earlier in the day, Ayumu had received one of Hizumi's usual texts. However, this one gave a very odd set of directions; ones that would ultimately lead to an old warehouse in the Sagittarius ward that seemed to have been forgotten about entirely, leaving it to fall into disrepair. However, one of the doors had been propped open ever so slightly, and if one approached it from the right direction, particularly at night, the faint glimmer of a light could be seen inside...
It had taken Hizumi a while to find the place. Between his job and simply spending his time with festivities, seeking out a suitable location was difficult. It had to be out of the way, but also enclosed enough that there wasn't any worry of someone walking in on their conversation. After all, they were the only two involved in all of Hinoto-Ri, and if Hizumi had his way, they would be able to narrow it down to only one by the end of the night.
He has everything prepared. He'd been sure to leave Ayumu with a small "present" in the form of his own revolver bagged and hanging from Ayumu's doorknob. Inside were also a pair of gloves, guaranteed not to leave a single fingerprint. And if Ayumu insisted on leaving it at his apartment, that would be fine, too; Hizumi had brought the sword he had been gifted by a demon, and it lays at his side, the sheathe no longer attached to his belt as he usually carried it. There are a multitude of ways to kill someone, but he realizes that if he wants Ayumu to do it, the method will have to be quick and relatively painless.
Even now, he runs over the information in his mind. It will take all he has to convince Ayumu that Hizumi must die. He could tell right away that Ayumu was too kind to do such a thing, and the fact that they had hit it off so well... Hizumi has to curse his weakness, having let himself spend as much time with the other teen as he did. It will only make it all the more difficult for the both of them.
But at the same time... he has to. He can't let his curse go out of control, he can't allow himself to become the Devil. He can't allow himself to hate the faces he had grown so fond of, the city of people he had begun to find even a little bit endearing.
And more than anything else, he cannot be the one to bring it to its end.
With his fingers threaded tightly, anxiously together, he remains seated on the cold floor of the warehouse, knees drawn up to rest his elbows upon. And so he waits.
Where: Abandoned warehouse; Sagittarius Ward
Summary: All things must come to an end... Especially when that thing is a potentially dangerous Devil.
Warnings: Talk of and attempted suicide. All of the Spiral spoilers ever if anyone actually cares.
Earlier in the day, Ayumu had received one of Hizumi's usual texts. However, this one gave a very odd set of directions; ones that would ultimately lead to an old warehouse in the Sagittarius ward that seemed to have been forgotten about entirely, leaving it to fall into disrepair. However, one of the doors had been propped open ever so slightly, and if one approached it from the right direction, particularly at night, the faint glimmer of a light could be seen inside...
It had taken Hizumi a while to find the place. Between his job and simply spending his time with festivities, seeking out a suitable location was difficult. It had to be out of the way, but also enclosed enough that there wasn't any worry of someone walking in on their conversation. After all, they were the only two involved in all of Hinoto-Ri, and if Hizumi had his way, they would be able to narrow it down to only one by the end of the night.
He has everything prepared. He'd been sure to leave Ayumu with a small "present" in the form of his own revolver bagged and hanging from Ayumu's doorknob. Inside were also a pair of gloves, guaranteed not to leave a single fingerprint. And if Ayumu insisted on leaving it at his apartment, that would be fine, too; Hizumi had brought the sword he had been gifted by a demon, and it lays at his side, the sheathe no longer attached to his belt as he usually carried it. There are a multitude of ways to kill someone, but he realizes that if he wants Ayumu to do it, the method will have to be quick and relatively painless.
Even now, he runs over the information in his mind. It will take all he has to convince Ayumu that Hizumi must die. He could tell right away that Ayumu was too kind to do such a thing, and the fact that they had hit it off so well... Hizumi has to curse his weakness, having let himself spend as much time with the other teen as he did. It will only make it all the more difficult for the both of them.
But at the same time... he has to. He can't let his curse go out of control, he can't allow himself to become the Devil. He can't allow himself to hate the faces he had grown so fond of, the city of people he had begun to find even a little bit endearing.
And more than anything else, he cannot be the one to bring it to its end.
With his fingers threaded tightly, anxiously together, he remains seated on the cold floor of the warehouse, knees drawn up to rest his elbows upon. And so he waits.
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I can't carry you. [They were both about the same size, and he could probably support Hizumi out of here, but carry? No way. Forcing it would also carry too much potential risk of dropping him and reopening the wound, too.] And a taxi driver might ask more questions than you'd want.
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His brain hazy from the self inflicted wound, he tries to think of someone who could help. He'd rather not rely on people from the network if he can help it, but with the situation being what it is, they're more or less stranded unless Hizumi miraculously recovers.
Someone who could help...]
Taro.
[His voice is quiet.]
Taro knows. You can tell him about it.
[Loathe as he is to bring even the tanuki into this... It feels like it's only getting colder. He shivers slightly, even as it causes a fresh wave of pain to shoot up his arm.]
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[There's a hint of surprise in his voice, but not for long at that shiver. Bloodloss was bad enough, but in this weather....
He's activating his comp, inputting Taro's address he remembers from that slapdash 'introduction' Hizumi made. Seeing as how one arm is occupied and the other is bloody, voicechat is his best option.]
Taro? It's me, Ayumu.
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Hey! What's up! Nice to hear your voice. How's it going?
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[His tone is serious and to the point, befitting the possibility of Hizumi falling into shock. It probably sounds suspicious, but.... technically it was suspicious.]
I can send you the directions.
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Yes. Send me the directions. I'll be there as fast as I can.
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We'll be waiting. I don't know how cold it's going to get, but I can't get him out of here without help.
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[There's the sound of a door slamming, and then a rush of wind, before he hangs up.]
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Nonetheless he adjusts his grip on Hizumi some, glancing at him with a question clear on his face.]
Taro's coming. Can you make it to the front door if I help you?
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It's going to hurt, of course. But it's not like it's going to kill him.]
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The trek to the door might be painful, but if they could get there....]
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It's me.
[He stares at the doorway - it's a little hard to get his wings through, but he shrinks them for the moment and gets to work wrapping up Hizumi.]
I'll take him to the hospital. You okay with running there by yourself?
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I'll be fine. Just get him there. He's lost a lot of blood and I'm not sure how effective this healing magic is yet.
[They're both covered in blood, but Ayumu's jacket had caught most of what had gotten on him, long as it was. He can ditch his jacket somewhere and stick to back roads for what little got on his pants. Hopefully the police wouldn't stop him for how suspicious he looks.] I know this is suspicious, but Hizumi told me you'd know something of what's going on. I'll explain anything else later, I promise.
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[Truth be told this form is seriously uncomfortable for him given his own manner of death, but he can deal with his feelings later. He makes sure Hizumi is secure, before wrapping him in his arms tightly and growing the wings to massive size again.]
It shouldn't take me long like this - I'll put the human illusion up when I get there. He got hurt fighting demons. That's the story.
[He takes a few flaps, and pushes off from the ground, heading towards the hospital.]
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Just in case, he ditches the coat and gloves and makes sure to grab Hizumi's sword. The cold is bad, but not as bad as it could be, and he makes good time to the hospital, walking in a bit damp but no worse for the wear a while after Taro arrives.]