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[linefacingforever]

Who: The Investigation Team still in Hinoto-Ri; Yu, Yukiko, Chie, Teddie, and Yosuke.
Where: Dojima house
Summary: The leader's out of the hospital, but a good chunk of the team is missing now. Time to talk about how to get everyone back.
Warnings: There will be punching later.

The message went out yesterday afternoon in a text message: Dojima House, 5 PM, Sunday; need to talk about recent events. Of course, it goes out to all members of the Investigation Team, though some sends bounce back; no denying it now, Kanji, Rise, and Naoto were definitely missing.

Yu's there to greet everyone at the door as they come in, foregoing his cane in the house. It's hard to tell if walking back and forth that much bothers him, though he looks maybe a little too grateful to sit at his usual spot once everyone is all in. Dinner was provided from Mays: a big sushi platter for everyone to pick from, with soda all around.

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[linefacingforever]

Funny, because Yu had a sinking suspicion of the same; he had a lot he needed to say and... part of him was afraid that Yosuke wouldn't accept the apology that he deserved. It was ridiculous: Yosuke was his best friend -- probably the first person he could say that about with that much certainty -- but there was still that voice of doubt that told him he crossed the line and it took far too long for him to realize it. That even though he had rehearsed what he wanted to say and how it would go over in his head multiple times, it would all be for nothing.

He was silent for a long moment, even after he heard Yosuke come to a stop behind him. It felt like an eternity passed before he could take a breath, blowing it out softly.

"Yosuke... remember when you asked me to punch you? By the river back home?" he asked, finally turning around to face his friend. "...I want you to do that to me now."

sorry for the late tag >A<

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Uhh... That definitely wasn't what he'd been expecting to hear. Yosuke furrows his brows at Yu in confusion mixed with legitimate concern for his friend.

"... Dude, why would I hit you? Why would you ask me to do that?"

He looks around as if something in the area would explain the context he clearly missed here. "I thought we were gonna talk about... well, you know who..."

You know, because she had been responsible for getting Yu and Yukiko out of the tournament after everything went to hell.

It's okay~

[linefacingforever]

"Because," Yu began, having trouble actually looking his friend in the face, "I... wanted to stay neutral, to approach everything with an open mind... but I let things go too far. I let myself trust her and... I didn't even think of what that would mean for you."

He paused a moment, taking a shuddering breath.

"Yosuke... this... version of Adachi that's here... he's from a version of our world where I didn't tell you all that he was the murderer."

He had to keep going; everything had to be out in the open, right here, right now. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how much Yosuke might hate him for it, he had to tell his best friend everything.

"This version of 'me' that Adachi knows even went so far as to burn the only evidence we had that he was the killer," he continued, letting out another sigh. "...and I still can't even bring myself to hate this Adachi..."

He shook his head. "I... have made some bad choices, but I didn't realize how capable I was of ruining everything until Adachi came here. I realized then, when he mistook me for the 'me' that he knew, that I... that I was doing the same thing to you. I was betraying you."

Yu let out a breath; he was usually a little more eloquent than that, but hopefully it got his point across. He reached up, running a hand through his hair.

"...so that's why I want you to hit me," he finished. "Because you deserve it. Because I deserve it."

[disconinjafrog]

Whoa whoa whoa, holy crap this was a lot to take in and get dumped on his head all at once.

"Adachi is here?! A different version of him??" Yosuke's fists clench tightly, his face full of shock and horror. An Adachi that... in another time, Yu had sympathized with? Just that idea alone is confusing and infuriating to him.

"You... you would never do that to us! You're my best friend!!" Of course, Yu had been stressing him out and hurting him by showing friendliness to Izanami... as if Yu hadn't trusted him.

Yosuke looks down at his feet and folds his arms over his chest. He's quiet for a little while, thinking it over, trying to get his thoughts straight. It's almost unreadable, as to what he's going to do...

"I... I don't want to hit you... I was angry with you, I was hurt and annoyed and just... I couldn't believe that you wouldn't trust me on this. But you're... you're still my partner."

Yosuke looks up at him with a kind of sad look. "You're telling me you're sorry... right?"

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Yu finally looked up then, meeting his gaze, though the words stuck in his throat. He nodded, forcing himself to breathe, hoping that would help.

"...yes," he said softly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Yosuke."

[disconinjafrog]

"... I know you're a great guy... I know that, no matter what, you try to look at things from all angles. That's why you're our leader, that's why we were able to find the Truth... Still, I just... just listen to me when I say someone is bad news. Izanami, she..."

He wasn't sure how to put this, exactly. The immense hatred, the sorrow, the fear...

"...I'm scared of her. Illusion or not, she killed me that day we fought her. I can't face her alone, okay, Yu?" Yosuke holds out his hand in front of his chest, elbow bent, for Yu to grip.

"I need you by my side, partner."

[linefacingforever]

"I wanted to keep an open mind, but... things escalated too far," Yu admitted soft. "I... I need my best friend. That's much more important."

He grabbed Yosuke's hand, holding it tight, before pulling himself over, dropping his head on his best friend and partner's shoulder. He had to admit, he was... scared; he never thought he would come so close to losing himself and losing someone that mattered a lot to him.