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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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He's exhausted, but he probably won't sleep well tonight.]
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Even though he's still groggy, the sight of the white ceiling is enough to let him know that he must be in a hospital somewhere. It doesn't even take much brain power to recognize it, what with how many times he's woken up in such a state before. It's enough to make him close his eyes again almost immediately, pressing his head back deeper into the pillow. This shouldn't have happened.
Why did he have to wake up again?]
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... Hey.
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...Taro?
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[He scoots his chair over a little bit so he can try to put a hand on the other's head.]
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My arm doesn't hurt anymore.
[Physically speaking, he should be fine by now.]
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[He goes to ruffle the other's hair a bit.]
They said they're going to keep you a day or two. Sorry.
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Well, that's how it usually goes for this type of thing.
[With an air of defeat, he settles himself in what will be his bed for the next few days. What a joy.]
...Funny how they're all the same, no matter which world you go to.
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[There's a faint smile for just a moment before he puts a hand to his forehead. It might as well be the exact building as all the ones before it for all the difference it makes.]
...Dammit.
[He hates it. Those whitewashed walls, that smell of antiseptic. Surely he's experienced enough of it to last him a lifetime already.]
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That's what friends are for.
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[His voice is a quiet, broken whisper. If it was something that could be battled, he would have won over it long ago. He'd fought with everything he'd had, trying to prevail over his own fate, and yet--
He hadn't achieved a single thing.]
It's too dangerous. Someone like me-- I'll just use those friendships when it happens.
[When he becomes a Devil, his heart hardened towards humanity.]
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I'll still stand by you.
And if that means that I'll have to kill you in the end to protect you from yourself, then I'll do it. But there's no use worrying about the future while you're in the present. The present is a time for laughing and fun.
The future can wait until it's the present. If you worry about it now, you'll never live in the first place.
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With a future like mine to look forwards to, who could be happy with that...?!
[Who can really enjoy themselves, knowing that they might hurt the very people they befriend, knowing that those held closest would be the ones to bring their sorry life to an end?
Knowing that no matter what he does now, all of it will be wiped away, his personality warped into one more befitting of a true Devil who deserves such a death?]
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[He leans over, doing his best to give Hizumi a hug.]
Life's short. You should enjoy it while you can. I'm not saying to forget the future, or not deal with it... but you still have time to be happy. Don't deny yourself that chance.
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[He'd resigned himself to that fate long ago. With a small intake of breath, he speaks up again, taking on a specific tone that must be imitated from somewhere even if Taro doesn't know the person it with whom it originated:]
"I know you're a good kid right now, but you must be killed. We can't risk you becoming the Devil." --Do you know how many times I've heard that? Even if I wanted to, there's no way I can just stop thinking about it, even if it would make me happier.
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[It seems he's resigned himself to that, too. No matter what he does, his life will always be in the hands of someone else.
Giving up on life, giving up on death - what is even left for him at this point but to go along with whatever his fate decides?
And yet, it's not an existence he looks forwards to.]
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[He lets out a little chuckle, and moves to pull Hizumi's blanket up.]
Try to get some more sleep.
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