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Post by Kyou Takeda on Nov 28, 2011 22:40:49 GMT -5
'It was painless.' The doctors had told him after he had heard the news. 'Went peacefully.' Was the other part. There was a third saying, 'She was lucky it was so fast.' and he hated that one. Kyou had never hated anything so much as he hated those doctors saying Ayumu was lucky to have died. His only sister (his only real family) was dead and gone in an instant. Due to drunk driver, East was GONE.
Kyou hadn't left his room in the HQ for three days. He hadn't eaten, he had barely slept, he only managed short trips to the bathroom to drink from the faucet, but he refused to leave that room. There was no point, he figured. He went out to take pictures to try and help him and his sister raise funds for maybe an apartment or a house, but now that she was gone. Now there was no point in it anymore. He certainly couldn't do it alone.
The Tora hugged his sister's pillow closer to his chest as he curled up tighter. He just wanted to block everything out, make it all go away. He couldn't face anything out there without his sister. He just didn't feel WHOLE without his twin. He was half a person, or at least he felt it.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Nov 28, 2011 23:05:21 GMT -5
Needless to say, after countless days or neither seeing nor hearing anything of Kyou, Seishiro was getting worried. More than worried, really. More like a pit of crazy nerves. He had no idea what state the other would be in after... all that had happened, but he knew it wouldn't be good. So, lacking any other way to get into contact with him, Seishiro had made his way to base.
The air inside was strangely still; the whole building seemed to be devoid of life, as if everyone had just suddenly decided to take a holiday. The Tora recognized this stillness. It'd felt the same way when Hi's parents had died. Silent. Gloomy. Unmoving.
Seishiro found the room easily enough (he had rightly assumed that Kyou would be holed up in there), having finally learned his way around the base. He paused hesitantly, unsure of whether or not to knock. He decided against it, instead leaning on the door and calling softly. "Kyou... Are you in there?"
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Post by Eva King on Nov 28, 2011 23:30:13 GMT -5
Eva took a deep breath. This just wasn't right, why her of all people? Ayumu was the nicest person she had ever met; the girl was practically a saint. Why is it always the good people who have to go like that? Greg's death was tragic enough, but this...
"Gah.." the ex gangster rubbed her eyes, she was about to start crying, she could feel it. But she knew she couldn't. She was tough, and tough women like her don't cry, that what she had to keep telling herself. And to think, if this was how she was feeling, God knew Kyou must be dying inside right now. Something told her to go see him and check on him. Granted, she was never one for comforting people, but it never hurt to try.
The blond walked to where Kyou's room was, she paused when she saw a guy at the door too. Must be a friend of Kyou's, so maybe she didn't need to go check on him after all. She knew Kyou wasn't exactly that fond of her so...
Ah, screw it. Ayumu would want her to at least check on him, so she was gonna. "He's not gonna answer if that's all you're gonna do." she told the guy as she opened the door to the room. Her confidence fell a little lower however when she walked into the room. "Hey man," she said, sounding a little quiet for the blond Tora. "Thought I'd come and see if ya needed someone to talk to..." She doubted he would want to talk to her really, but it was worth a shot. At least it would get rid of some guilt she was having.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Nov 28, 2011 23:43:12 GMT -5
Kyou hugged the pillow tighter as he heard a knock, and then the door opening. The Tora made no indication that he had heard Eva though. She had been East's friend, but he couldn't summon up the words. He hadn't spoken at all since he had heard the news, and even when confirming that the dead body in the morgue was Ayumu he could only manage a nod. Kyou simply buried his face in the pillow as the ex-gang member spoke. He COULDN'T talk about it, he wasn't sure if there were proper words to describe the pit eating away in earnest at his innards. The young man idly wondered if that was what dying felt like, and hoped that Ayumu hadn't had to feel it at all.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Nov 29, 2011 20:52:37 GMT -5
Seishiro had just sort of stood back and watched as the blonde Tora made her way into the room, lost in a moment of hesitation before he followed her inside. His breath caught momentarily in his chest when he did so. It broke his heart to see Kyou like this and to know there was anything he could do to repair what had happened. There wasn't a quick fix for something- anything- like this.
Not really knowing what to say, Seishiro simply sat near where Kyou lay curled up. He'd decided to just let the other Tora say or do something. It had been the same thing he did with Hi when he parents died, gaving her time to gather her bearings or simply sit in silence, whatever worked best for the person.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Nov 29, 2011 21:29:26 GMT -5
Warmth radiated from somewhere off to the grieving Tora's side, a body, judging from the footsteps he had heard. He didn't have to look up to know it was Seishy, he had been able to tell from his voice at the door, and he doubted anyone else in the clan would come in here aside from the party-boy and the ex-gangster... He didn't know anyone else properly.
He found himself leaning toward the warmth. It was winter and cold in the room, and his typical jacket only warmed him so much on the fringe of the base where the heater rarely worked right. Besides, while he didn't feel up to talking... that didn't mean he didn't appreciate them being here... It was just buried. Deep deep down in his gut, beneath the pit and the aching and the raw feeling of hopelessness.
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Post by Eva King on Dec 5, 2011 19:26:19 GMT -5
Eva watched the two young men for a moment, not too sure what to do. She wasn't the comforting type, she didn't know what to say or do to help Kyou out. All she knew was that Ayumu was a friend of hers, and she knew the painter would have wanted Eva to do SOMETHING to make this even just a tiny bit easier.
The blond sighed, frowning a little as she tried to get her words together. "Hey... Kyou, I know I'm not the nicest person in the world or anythin', but if there's anything at all I can do for ya.." she paused. "I... I know Ayumu would want me to be there for ya." She didn't know how he'd react to that, but she had to tell him.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Dec 5, 2011 20:31:50 GMT -5
It's probably the mention of his sister that gets him to try to speak. His grip on the pillow relaxed slightly, not much but it was there, and his voice cracked as he croaked out a quiet, "Thank you..." Barely audible, even in the near-silence of the room, but a step forward. The first sound he had made in three days, that was something. He bit down on his cheek to stifle what he knew would come next, his fingers dug into the fabric of the pillowcase (which was dangerously close to tearing) and he could taste blood in his mouth, but it was better than sobbing in front of the two people he was currently closest to.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Dec 5, 2011 20:47:49 GMT -5
Even though he'd said it a million times, the only way to describe Seishiro's reaction to what he was seeing was that it broke his heart. He got fufillment for bringing out the joy and life in people; seeing such a broken side of humanity always gave him a sort of shock. Quietly, he brushed the hair out of Kyou's face and allowed his clanmate to lean his head against his shoulder. For the first time since entering the room, he spoke.
"You're allowed to cry if you need to," the less-sparkly-than-normal Tora murmured. "Don't hold it in."
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Post by Eva King on Dec 5, 2011 20:54:32 GMT -5
Dammit, now even Eva could feel the tears running down her face. She held them in as long as she could, but they wouldn't stay back any longer. The blond knelt down on Kyou's other side and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright," she said slowly. "Y-you can let it out..." It was one of the few moments in the Tora's life where crying seemed acceptable for a change.
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Dec 5, 2011 21:40:37 GMT -5
There was a few empty moments, an inner struggle being fought as the pillow slipped from his grasp, and the the dam seemed to burst. It wasn't momentous, no loud sobs or wails, but tears poured near-silently down Kyou's face and his shoulders shook with the force of the raw emotion. He'd cry himself sick now, he knew he would, and he'd pass out soon after if there was nothing to keep his mind occupied. But the Tora didn't want to sleep, he really didn't want to. As little as he had to do sleeping just seemed like a waste of time.
So for the moment he hugged himself tight and shuddered with the quiet sobs as tears leaked down onto Seishy's shirt, and hoped to god that if there was a heaven that East didn't have to see him missing her so terribly.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Dec 5, 2011 22:18:33 GMT -5
Seishiro wrapped his arms firmly around the crying figure at his side, letting him know he wasn't alone, and that he would be by his side as long as he needed him there. There still wasn't all that much the Tora felt he could say at this point. It was all he wanted, to say that it would be okay, that things would get better eventually, but he could tell right now that might not be what Kyou wanted to here. So instead Seishiro just held him tightly, letting his actions do all the talking instead.
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Post by Eva King on Dec 5, 2011 23:14:16 GMT -5
All Eva could really do at the moment was stay there and rub Kyou's back a little. Her tears weren't coming down nearly as hard as Kyou's were, but they weren't little streams either. She wished she could have been there when it happened. She wished she could have pushed Ayumu out of the way. Why couldn't she have been there to stop it?! Why couldn't she ever do anything to save her friends?! 'Mom was right... You're worthless!' she told herself. 'Worthless Worthless Worthless!!'
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Post by Kyou Takeda on Dec 6, 2011 23:42:04 GMT -5
It seemed like a small eternity (to him at least) before Kyou's tears ran out, and this was only due to him feeling so tired and sick now that he wasn't sure if he could make himself shed any more of them if he had tried. So instead he stayed half-curled up in Seishy's hug and tried to focus on the motion of Eva's hand on his back. His eyes drooped and he shuddered with the residual shaking sobs and hiccups and he couldn't manage to stop.
He wanted to say something to them... anything to break the returning silence. He didn't want to go back to that, he couldn't. It was static and numb and while this hurt horribly it was better than feeling like a corpse. After a few deep breaths the mourning Tora seemed to find a bit of his voice again. "...I think I ruined your shirt..." It was quiet, constricted, and not much better than his earlier attempt, but at least it broke the encroaching silence.
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Post by Seishiro Fujimoto on Dec 7, 2011 22:46:10 GMT -5
"Hm?" The Tora looked down at his shirt, only half-aware of what he was doing. "Nah, it'll wash out. And it's just a shirt." He moved more hair from Kyou's face, moving his hand down from the hairline and resting it comfortingly on his clan mate's cheek. Asking how he was seemed a little foolish, but he decided to do it anyway. "How're you holding up? I was starting to get worried, I hadn't heard anything from you in so long."
While all this was going on, there was another person leaning up against the wall just outside the room. Bits and pieces of the broken conversation inside reached his ears, but he wasn't ready to enter yet. Kaito could only stand there. He knew it was something he had to do, he wasn't the only one suffering from Ayumu's death.
Kyou was undoubtedly in turmoil as well, probably wore than the blue-haired Tora was. Although that was hard to imagine. It felt like someone had tore his heart out and ran in over with a semi-truck. It hurt to simply breathe now. Did God really hate him that much, he wondered. To take away one of the only things that had ever been a blessing to him; one of the only things that made him happy? The world just wasn't fair...
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