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Who: Shirou Fubuki and Yuuto Kidou
When: Backdated to 7/9
Where: Their home in Green Valley
What: They have a lot to talk about...
Not all of the aches the Awakened felt could be healed by the powers of their demons. Some were hurts that ran too deep and had attached themselves to their hearts, were pains that only time could remedy.
Fubuki's was one such hurt, and it had grown in the absence of the being able to wear Atsuya's scarf, and in the company of a new brother he wasn't quite sure how to behave around. He still had all of Kouyuki's memories. For all intents and purposes, Kidou really was his brother. But he couldn't help wondering, did accepting him as family mean that he was betraying his real one? Was he betraying Atsuya? He didn't want to forget or let go. Through him...it was as though they had survived that incident. If he just continued to remember, to hold on, it was like they weren't really gone. Sometimes, at least.
But he owed Kidou much. In the wake of what transpired the other day at the school, he knows now just how hard the other boy had been working to protect not only him, but everyone else. If it weren't for all of his hard work, things could have turned out very differently. What's more...he knew that it must be very strange for Kidou, too. Of all the things he could have planned for or anticipated, this couldn't have been one of them.
And of all the things...well, maybe this isn't the worst that could have happened. Kidou...no, Michi was always a wonderful brother to Kouyuki. And even when he'd stopped being Michi, that hadn't changed. Whatever their reality is, these things are indisputable and they are things that Fubuki knows he must thank Kidou for.
Though, perhaps thanking him is just an excuse? After all that's happened, he can't shake the feeling of concern for his...little brother. The way they'd been wrenched apart, the danger they'd found themselves in when they'd finally found their way back to each other, he can't help wonderingβis Kidou really okay? Because he knows himself. And he knows he isn't. Despite how he smiles and carries on as if nothing happened, he can feel it at his very core. He's been shaken.
It was a rude awakening indeed.
He knocks softly on Kidou's door, but it's not the playmaker's name he calls out. "Michi?" In case anyone is listening. They still have a part to play, after all. "Can I come in?"
When: Backdated to 7/9
Where: Their home in Green Valley
What: They have a lot to talk about...
Not all of the aches the Awakened felt could be healed by the powers of their demons. Some were hurts that ran too deep and had attached themselves to their hearts, were pains that only time could remedy.
Fubuki's was one such hurt, and it had grown in the absence of the being able to wear Atsuya's scarf, and in the company of a new brother he wasn't quite sure how to behave around. He still had all of Kouyuki's memories. For all intents and purposes, Kidou really was his brother. But he couldn't help wondering, did accepting him as family mean that he was betraying his real one? Was he betraying Atsuya? He didn't want to forget or let go. Through him...it was as though they had survived that incident. If he just continued to remember, to hold on, it was like they weren't really gone. Sometimes, at least.
But he owed Kidou much. In the wake of what transpired the other day at the school, he knows now just how hard the other boy had been working to protect not only him, but everyone else. If it weren't for all of his hard work, things could have turned out very differently. What's more...he knew that it must be very strange for Kidou, too. Of all the things he could have planned for or anticipated, this couldn't have been one of them.
And of all the things...well, maybe this isn't the worst that could have happened. Kidou...no, Michi was always a wonderful brother to Kouyuki. And even when he'd stopped being Michi, that hadn't changed. Whatever their reality is, these things are indisputable and they are things that Fubuki knows he must thank Kidou for.
Though, perhaps thanking him is just an excuse? After all that's happened, he can't shake the feeling of concern for his...little brother. The way they'd been wrenched apart, the danger they'd found themselves in when they'd finally found their way back to each other, he can't help wonderingβis Kidou really okay? Because he knows himself. And he knows he isn't. Despite how he smiles and carries on as if nothing happened, he can feel it at his very core. He's been shaken.
It was a rude awakening indeed.
He knocks softly on Kidou's door, but it's not the playmaker's name he calls out. "Michi?" In case anyone is listening. They still have a part to play, after all. "Can I come in?"
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"No one has yet."
His words are carefully selected. There's no outright statement of inability made, though the frustration behind it says everything that Kidou chooses not to. If anyone would want to practice this power, it would be him. Like before, he adds to that before there's any chance of protest.
"Even gathering together is a problem. With or without that power, we can't practice teamwork without drawing attention."
Which helped contribute to the mass chaos of Fight 2.
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They need a place to train. They need it to be theirs and theirs alone, and they need it to be a legitimate place for them to meet so as to avoid attracting suspicion. But they also need to make sure it's easily accessible to everyone...even at night time.
Is there such a place?
"If we don't figure something out soon, we're not going to stand a chance the next time the shadows attack." He pushes himself to his feet, already feeling the bite of restlessness and being unable to do anything about it. "What if they come here next time? What if we're not able to stop them?" His fists clench. If he's not ready by then, if he's not perfect and someone in their family should wind up hurt because of that, he won't be able to forgive himself.
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"It they come here next time, we may be able to rely on Luci to warn us." That's not a certainty whatsoever. It should be.
Kidou watches the other boy carefully, focusing on his reactions. They match the way he feels on this exactly, which comes as little surprise. They both are too aware of the dangers of going into anything unprepared. Was this why the groups before them - however many there have been- fell? Likely.
"But, I agree with you. This is a problem that must be fixed as soon as possible." How, though?
He hates this feeling of helplessness. But if the adults can't, or won't, do much, and almost everyone involved is older than him... there's really not much he can do, is there? Either of them.
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He wondered, would he feel this tightly wound if they could at least play soccer? In some ways, it felt like only a few days had passed since he last kicked a ball. And in others, it felt as though he'd gone his whole life without really knowing the lay of the pitch and how it felt to dizzyingly whip past opponents towards a goal, and to score before they could even think to stop him.
His school clubs were fun and he loved them a lot, but...they weren't soccer, the sport that had helped him overcome so much, and that was the only way he could ever hope to achieve being perfect.
"We should talk to Luci," he said after a moment, finally glancing at the other boy. If Luci really was anything like a coach ought to have been for them... "Maybe he can suggest a safe place for us to familiarize ourselves with our new abilities? Or we can just train the way we know how."
Which wasn't really training at all in Fubuki's mind, because he preferred to do things that were both productive and fun, but the sentiment remained the same.
Let's play soccer. Let's be like the wind.
If he could just run a little faster, reach a new speed, things would be so much clearer...