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Farewell Happy Fields!

Farewell Happy Fields!

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What: Aftermath of Anoli Attack: Hospital
Where: Leo Ward - Caduceus Hospital Headquarters
Summary: It is the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies. The injured have been taken to Caduceus Hospital Headquarters, and it is time for reflection, visting, or old-fashioned escapes from the hospital rooms.
Warnings: Mild squick if people want to describe their wounds in explicit detail.

Caduceus Hospital Headquarters. It has a distinguished history within Hinoto-Ri, boasting of a staff of well-trained Healers, as well as possessing the most cutting edge medical technology possible. There was no limb they couldn't reattach, no organ they couldn't replace... - they even claimed to be able to bring someone back from the dead (with the small disclaimer that it could only occur under certain conditions and with an obscene amount of luck).

So needless to say, the hospital was more than well-equipped to deal with the aftermath of the Anoli attack on the Closing Ceremonies.

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Nearly every hospital bed had been filled by an injured patient that night. The A&E room had been in constant chaos, with civilians crying and shouting, searching for loved ones, or demanding to see doctors or healers to help so-and-so...

There had also been plenty of reporters milling about, shouting and crying over the status of the Mayor's Secretary, and whether the Red Lion had really died at the scene, or if he was still alive and well within the safety of the hospital's ICU.

By the time morning broke, there was a false sense of tranquillity within the hospital. The healers had been pushed to their limits with the sheer number of patients being wheeled in and out of surgery, but otherwise, the situation had finally gotten under control. Now, both civilians and visitors were merely waiting for word of the conditions of their injured friends and family...

[Welcome to the winding down of the event! You are now at the hospital, where you may be visiting the injured, or be one of the injured yourself! Those with RED injuries will be in the ICU, and those with YELLOW injures will be in normal wards, for obvious reasons. Those with GREEN injuries wouldn't have had to go to the hospital at all, so they are free to come and go as they wish!

You may all start your threads and mingle!]

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Someone would have been extremely disappointed if he did not awaken. Very, very disappointed. And by "someone", it likely would eventually mean "all of his social links." Unseen in the fog, Izanami couldn't help but smile when she saw his eyes open. It was about time...

"Narukami." Her voice was stronger, though distant as if she were further ahead.

He paused, turning toward the direction of her voice. Hesitantly, he took a step forward, not sure if going deeper into this place would be a smart thing to do. This was... Izanami's domain, wasn't it? If he went deeper inside, could that mean...?

"Why am I here?"

That was the beauty of it, because one day he may very well end up in this domain once more. One day he may very well reach its innermost sanctum and to the entrance to Yomi itself. That would all depend on him and his "truth."

The chuckle was nearly sarcastic, but highly amused. "Is there normally rhyme or reason for what mankind dreams?"

"...sometimes."

He let out a breath, before finally giving in and striding forward, his steps still cautious but with his usual confidence. Despite the fact that this was a dream, he could still feel the pain his physical body was in, however; he had to stop for breath after a moment, a hand going to his chest.

As he walked, he likely heard a few whispers along the path; some he could understand, others he could not. One seemed to whisper a prayer for healing, though the rest were...angered for one reason or another. Why was the living one here? Why was someone close to death but still clinging to life walking on this path? Why couldn't they do so, too? This person wasn't even from here!

Why was he the only one she touched that day who did not pass on?

...?

When he stopped, he might be able to see a small object at his feet. Light golden yellow and wood, it sticks out from the red and black even in this fog. It's the charm she'd given him for Christmas. Pick it up, and he may be able to see something else...

Yu felt his footsteps hesitate, his confidence dwindling a bit at the voices that surrounded him. It was like the TV world, when the voices of the outside would speak up when they were in dungeons, saving people from their shadows. It made him wonder if this was really a dream or not...

He came to a stop when he saw the charm on the path, hand absently going to his waist, where he normally kept the Christmas gift dangling from a belt loop. He hurried forward as best he could at finding it missing, bending down to scoop it up.

Perhaps it was a dream, perhaps it was a reality. Who truly knew in this nightmare?If he didn't, who was to say that she did? Either way, several things change when he does indeed pick up the small charm. For once, the voices fade as though they were not even there. His pain, too, seems to lessen.

Something else appeared not to far from him, too.

A vaguely reddened hand hidden by a sleeve the same white as the mists, reaching down at the same time for an object that had been dropped as well; a small plushie on a clip. Her plushie.

...Had she been walking alongside him this entire time? Or was she waiting here?

Yu let out a breath as the pain lessened, closing his fist around it and pressing it against his chest. This... was something she had given him; he knew he probably shouldn't hold something like that in such high regard, but... he had so many mixed feelings when it came to her, that he couldn't help it.

And then she was there beside him, collecting the plushie he had given her. He gave a start, turning to look up at her.

Yu children and yur mixed feelings. Why complicate matters with them (no we're just kidding)?

Izanami chuckled at the reaction, expression hidden by the same gold mask she wore when she appeared before them that day. Really, child? Was that going to be his reaction every single time?

"You seem surprised, Narukami." Well, at least the certain amount of snark behind her choice of words was a constant he could become familiar with.

"I'm just not used to seeing you in a mask," he admitted softly. Really, it kind of felt... wrong for her to be wearing one. Didn't she tell Izanagi that he had discarded her mask a long time ago?

Hesitantly, he reached up to take the mask off, his finger pausing as they brushed against the gold.

"Nor am I used to wearing one." A bold-faced lie, one that was only kept from him because of the mask. Even her own appearance was more of a ghost than her true self. Not that she minded in the least, however.

Better to be a masked or beautiful ghost than-

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The goddess grew unnaturally still as those fingers brushed the gold. Seriously, what was he doing...? Why was he attempting to remove the mask that had disguised her appearance from the children who had attacked them and she just hadn't removed since? It made no-

Ah, right... his search for the "truth." She had nearly forgotten in her own outrage due to what resulted in the attack and the fact that he put himself and one of his own in a situation that they could not possibly overcome (again).

Yu would find there was no resistance in pulling off the mask, should he continue to try. Izanami only sighed once, not moving aside from the slight motion of floating there. Her feet did not touch the ground, after all.

"I simply did not think to remove it in aftermath."

When she didn't seem like she was bothered by it, he gently grasped the mask, lifting it away from her face. With what she said...

"So you were there... I wasn't sure," he replied softly. He had faint images... the fog rising, something soft enveloping him, keeping him safe from anyone else that would try to lay claim to him... Death had saved his life; it was strange to think about it, but at the same time he couldn't be surprised.

He reached up again, fingers gently brushing her hair back in a fond gesture before he could stop himself. Seriously, where had that come from?

"...thank you."

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Her eyes were closed when he did pull it off, and that simple action... seemed to change her somewhat. Her hair was only a shade darker than it was with the mask, but...

"Only briefly." A flicker of annoyance crossed her expression when she said it before it faded completely. Oh, how she wanted to welcome those children into her realm... also tell off the interrupter of that conversation for believing she would reveal herself so public a manner. Still, those words of gratitude.

"Do not thank me, child... I was merely taking care of the souls who had run out of time in the same vicinity."

...When she felt her connection with Izanagi waver and would not have that again. Even if it meant they would be reunited with her brother, Narukami leaving the Amagi girl and his other friends? Really, representative?

At least that is the story she would share with the children. Who knew if it was truth or not? What is accepting gratefulness

She wasn't objecting to his touch... it was hard to miss that, even if she was being dismissive in her role that night. It was hard for him to resist responding to instinct on that realization; moving a little closer, his hand coming down to rest on her shoulder.

"I have to thank you," he said softly. "You were there doing what you're meant to do... and I was nearly one of those people you would have needed to lead to rest."

He had remembered that blinding pain when he was hit... he could literally feel his blood boiling, radiating around where he had been hit. He remembered feeling his limbs seizing up, muscles and organs refusing to cooperate. The fact that he had managed one attack, however weak, was a miracle.

Yu should have died.

"So... please," he continued, his voice soft. "Accept my thanks."

Izanami reflexively held onto the small toy a little under the cover of her sleeve since her cloak was... kind of with Yu's clothes right now, likely being washed were it not for the mysterious magic on it that kept blood from soaking in its threads. Instead, she almost instinctively pulled away. Yet she stays, her expression loses most sense of amusement as she gently placed a hand over Yu's. Cold as ice, but not simply bone.

"..." There was something there, something just beyond the surface she was not going to explain... maybe she did not need to, considering the kind of injuries he'd sustained. "...I was a goddess of creation before I was known more for my own demise," she admitted, gently pushing the hand away. "A protector."

She sighed. Consider it accepted, child. "I only wish to provide happiness for those of Japan. Yet how can I, when my representatives place themselves in a position in which they cannot overcome just yet?"

...Wait, was that concern.

Concern... yeah, he could sense that; and a bit of parental scolding? You are definitely a mother, Izanami. He smiled faintly at that, letting his hand drop to his side.

"None of us really knew what to expect," he admitted. "We went there anticipating a fight. We got a war dropped on us."

He let out a breath, gazing up at the fog that surrounded them.

"...I guess it should have been obvious that something else was going on to prompt all that," Yu finished with a faint sigh. Kind of failed at anticipating how stupid humans could be there...

Only slightly. After all, he and Yukiko were not going to get off easily with their actions that had cost them so much. Their sense of security, and the certainty that they had earned the right to use this power they obtained.

"This world has been at war with itself long before even the Seven arrived, Narukami... It was an inevitability, especially with the ego the current mayor has nurtured in his time of 'power'."

If he were to expect her to agree with him, he would be right. However, there was something that flashed in her red eyes when he mentioned it. Even more so when she could read his own state of mind so clearly in this fog.

"So you would lose faith in humanity of this world due to one man's idiocy? You, who worked with the ones you call friends?"

Yes. Yes she was calling a few of them out. Especially Yosuke and Kanji. That is how incredulous she is of the words her representative of hope is speaking.

"Ah...!"

...he also should have anticipated that Izanami would be able to get a clear read on him while in the middle of her own realm. He let out faint noise, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's one thing to see your friends deny themselves and then work to accept and improve themselves," he began. "It's another to see someone deliberately bait an attack, relying on people from scattered worlds whom he barely knows to be their defense."

He let out a breath. "...we were horrifically outnumbered, and we had no idea it would be that bad. It's... difficult to be forgiving of someone that willfully put others in danger like that."

Yu paused again, and... realized that yeah, he probably would forgive the idiot mayor eventually. Just like he forgave Namatame... and in a small way, Adachi; and of course, Izanami. He was already beginning to doubt his annoyance with the man; was it right of him to hold a grudge against someone when he wasn't from this world? Ugh...

"...sorry, I'm not making much sense."

That he really should have. She chuckled, though whether it is malevolent or simply amused is up to him.

"Indeed it is. However, can you truly say your friends have not attempted to bait another to attack them?" Because she could remember clearly the facts behind one of their kidnappings, at least. It had been the talk of the town, much like the others. Not to mention... a battle that took place in the real end of this realm. One that he does not yet recall.

"Yet you have forgiven others... though I cannot say your anger is unwarranted." If he hadn't noticed, she was rather angered as well. there still lingered a faint hint of an electrical charge in the fog. "Do not apologize for emotions you have not been able to sort through. ...Apologize to those who must watch and wait for you."

You made Yukiko break down, okay. She will not forgive you so easily for having to attempt to help comfort her. What is comforting, anyway.

Yu didn't have a comment for the first part… because Naoto. To be fair, though, they had all scoulded her for her rash choice to make herself bait; even Kanji had taken off his Naoto-vision goggles to do so. The mayor would probably get a lot of flax for weeks after this, but forgiveness would come eventually. Just not anytime soon.

"Yeah… another thing I have to thank you for…" he murmured faintly. He had heard Yukiko's suffering in soft whispers, but he hadn't been able to do a damn thing about it, and it was his own fault. But was he supposed to do? Let her take the hit instead? He couldn't do that; he cared for her as a friend -- more than that…

Speaking of…

"About emotions I need to sort through… we need to talk."

To be honest, Yu was likely to get the same lecture and scolding from his friends about that split-second decision. She smirked a bit at his inability to answer that, but offered a hand so that he could stand fully in this fog without the aid of his glasses.

"She is one of the few who ceased in the skepticism to listen... It was the least a god could do." In other words, don't fret over it too much. Though, that last comment made her raise an eyebrow.

Oh dear.

"Walk with me, then." And do not fear Death for this brief time, nor the voices of society.

He let her help him up, holding her gaze a moment, before turning, accepting the offer to walk alongside her. Silence hung between them, and in that silence it didn't take much for Yu to realize that he was keeping close to her the whole time. He let out a faint sigh, forcing himself to drift away slightly, though not by much.

"...I'm conflicted in my feelings toward you."

He needed to get this sorted out already; the emotions he felt anytime she was around was... troubling to say the least. His Persona obviously had a lot to do with it, and he couldn't be afraid to have Izanagi around or summoned or anything, just because he didn't know what the hell to do about this.

Farewell Happy Fields!

YOU ASKED FOR IT...

I KNOW BUT IT STILL HURTS

DO YOU NEED ICE FOR YOUR BURNS THO

MAYBE?!

/GIVES :(

Owwww...

/also some morphine

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shh representative, shh... /comforts

//leans ;;

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fin (and four is still death apparently)

Apparently. >:

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