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With DramaticalBlue, Continued

powerofvoice: [He's quiet, but was that new? A lot of his answers took more thought. Maybe conversation in general did. By the time he had accepted Desire as part of himself, by the time he started to have conversations with him, it had been a while since what he'd said had mattered. It would be too easy to just lapse into silence.

He would have without Desire.]

They'll know you. They realize how different I was then, how different I am now. [He doesn't add that it was the 'back then' that had most likely drew their interest. That would sound like it was placing blame on a man that had no blame in this.]

dramaticalblue: Yeah. I know.

[ Desire sighs again. There'd definitely be no helping that. Their captors if anyone, would immediately know who he is. He wonders what their reaction will be. Will they be angry that they've lost their compliant Aoba, or will they be excited to break him all over again? Maybe the latter, seeing as it had been him who had caught their interest in the first place. Either way, none of the options are appealing in the least. ]

Maybe it'll caught 'em off-guard.

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Yeah. I know. I don't mind being in here, though. It's my place and I'm comfortable like this.

[ He makes a face. ] Don't worry 'bout that. I mean... we probably never woulda met those two fucking psychos if I hadn't done Rhyme.

Don't do that. [He raised his chin up, titling his head back to look at Desire. There was no height difference between them, but Aoba was slumping a bit to fit more easily against him.]

Don't blame yourself like that. I'm the one who failed to use Scrape on them. If I hadn't done that, they never would have caught us, we'd never woulda been in that room.

[ Desire shakes his head. ] You didn't fail at Scrap. They're just... immune to it, I guess. There's just nothing in them to work with. I couldn't find any opening, anything to exploit. 's like they're just empty shells, and not real people.

[ He shudders. It's uncomfortable to think about, but considering the horrible things they're capable of it does make sense. ]

Anybody who could do what they did couldn't be real people. [They seemed to be thinking the same thing.] But I still tried. I went in a place full of enemies and depended on it to save me. It was the only thing I could think to do, but it was still a bad decision.

[He wanted so badly go change the past. If it had been within his power, he would have done it time and time again.]

Yeah. You can't have the kind of emotions normal people have if you can do shit like that... There's gotta be somethin' real fucking vital missing from 'em. [ He sighs and drapes his arms around Aoba, pulling him into a hug. ] Look, you did the right thing, okay? Toue had to be stopped. You couldn't have known those two fuckers would betray you like that. You thought they were your friends, right? Ain't your fault they turned out to be psychopaths.

[ It really pisses him off. They'd been pretending all along. Pretending to be Aoba's friends, their 'biggest fans', only to effectively ruin their life because it was 'fun'. It was sickening. ]

[Aoba hadn't been ready for their brand of evil. There were some people back at Midorijima - people who couldn't take no for an answer, people who wanted money or possessions, people who just wanted to rough someone up - but they had all worn their intentions on their sleeve. There were fights, Aoba won, it was over.

Virus and Trip had played them. Him. He supposed he couldn't put that blame on anyone but himself. He hadn't considered the two inseparable from himself, but they were his friends. He'd thought.

Then they had become his tormentors.]

I don't wanna keep talking about blame, I wanna start over. You, me, Granny, Ren, Koujaku, Mizuki. I want us all to just start from here and forget everything.

[Impossible, he knew.]

Yeah. I don't think it's possible to forget, but... we can move on from it, at least.

[ He hopes so, anyway. What they'd been put through wasn't something they would get over easily. If at all. He hates that thought, but it's the unfortunate truth. It doesn't help that Virus and Trip are still alive, still out there... He squeezes his arms a little tighter around Aoba without thinking as a small shudder goes through him. ]

We're wearing clothes, right?

[It feels like a silly question, but it had been a long time since he had worn anything other than a chain. Or masks. Or whatever torture device they had that day. None of them counted.

But obviously Desire had gotten clothes somewhere. Did he have to go out in the nude?]

Yeah. They'd kept your old clothes. Found 'em in a closet. [ He remembers something then and makes a face. ] Shit, I'm still wearing Plaid's fuckin' chain-collar. Couldn't get it off...

[ He'd put the hoodie on his jacket up to hide it, but still... And yes, Plaid is his 'nickname' for Trip. He prefers not to use their actual names if he can help it. ]

[They kept them? While it was good they had something to wear, there was something creepy about that. What were they planning on doing with them? Or, what had they already been doing? Momentos from the old Aoba?

They were sick.

Idly, a hand comes up to touch his own neck. The chain doesn't follow him in so of course he touches nothing but the smooth skin there, but he still recalls how it feels. He used to wear his headphones in that spot.]

Think we have anything at home we can use to get it off with? [What was the chances he could get it off without anyone seeing? He'd fight over his right to keep his hood up.]

[ Desire hadn't even thought of how weird and creepy it was that they'd actually kept Aoba's clothes, but it definitely was. They hadn't thrown his Coil away either, or his bag. All of his things had still been there.

He shrugs. ]

I dunno. We might need someone's help... [ He's not exactly thrilled about that prospect either. ]

[He was quiet for a few beats, trying to absorb it all. At the end, they were going home so any hardship with that was worth it. Still, he wished he could have kept whatever was left of his pride.]

Yeah. Maybe Koujaku, if he can. He's probably gonna know anyway, huh? How about the clothes? I know we lost alotta weight. How bad do they fit?

[It would be how they used to measure him as soon as he got home.]

Yeah, maybe. [ Provided Koujaku didn't completely freak out about everything... ] They're like a fuckin' tent, to be honest. People were starin' at me while waiting for the plane. [ He snorts softly. ] I probably look shady as hell.

[Aoba smirks. Good, let them look dangerous. The truth was much worse and danger kept people away.]

That's gonna change when we get home. I miss Granny's food.

Yeah. Me too.

[ Eating's gonna be difficult though. He knows that. Food's been a source of torment for so long, and that's not even taking into account how badly damaged their stomach had to be from starvation. ]

We'll probably have to make do with soup or some shit to begin with though...

It's okay. [His voice is soft. He's tired, he even knows he's probably broken, but they were free. That would allow some freedom for hope, even if it was going to be horrifying with them out there.] Granny's soup is pretty good.

[Food was used against them, especially sweets, but it's something warm and home. He doesn't know if he can handle it when it's actually in front of him.]

[ Desire smiles. ] Yeah. [ He gently squeezes his other again. ] If we help each other we can eat and get our strength back, yeah?

[He takes another breath. There is one thing that's bothering him, something he doesn't want to hide. If he's going to make it out there, he had to let some things go.]

...But it's still pretty scary. They know where I live. [They'd been there, in his house, near Granny. They were helping them, but Aoba hadn't known what kind of people they were.]

[ The smile vanishes from Desire's lips as he tightens his arms around Aoba. ]

Yeah. They're not gonna get us though. I mean, d'you think your friends' gonna let that happen?

I dunno if they can stop them. [It's a real fear, one he keeps trying to push back with optimism, but they both knew it could happen.] They can't be with us at all times, not forever. They'll wait or do something stupid and attack them too.

[Another deep breath.] What are we supposed to do?

[ He understands Aoba's fears, he really does, because he has the same ones. He doesn't want to make that obvious, though, because he wants to be strong for his other. ]

Well, we can't sit around and be scared that they'll come back all the time. That ain't any way to live. [ He sighs and manages another smile. ] 'm sure your friends' gonna help you feel safe again, though.

[He knows they'll try, he knows Desire's trying, but he can't help but think his other half holds the same fear. They weren't human, they would sit and plot and wait until it was time. Aoba knew who they really were, knew about their connections.]

Yeah... but maybe we should look into getting better at fighting. [He turned his head up. Desire was considered the scary side of him.] Koujaku, maybe Mizuki and Noiz, maybe they can teach us more. I don't want to have to depend on them forever, either.

[ Desire knows they'll probably come after them again, to reclaim their "toys", but he doesn't want to think too much about it. He wants to be hopeful and optimistic, even if it's not exactly something he's used to being. ]

Yeah. 'm sure they'll help us out if we ask 'em. [ He snorts softly, adopting a more light-hearted tone. ] But since we got muscles like some grandpa right now, we gotta focus on gaining weight and building up enough strength to even think about learnin' some self-defense.

Edited 2015-10-19 22:57 (UTC)

I know, I know. Soup and exercise first. [It's easier to think about that Aoba, the Aoba who's well enough to worry about getting better than normal, not the Aoba who has to work to keep down soup.]

We'll start out slow. I think it's okay to depend on them for a little bit. [Until he could protect himself.]

Sorry. I'm startin' to sound like some overprotective parent. Heh.

[ He gives a loop-sided grin. ]

Yeah. 'm sure they gonna be hovering over us whether we like it or not, anyway.

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