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ampoule 10 - [In Person] // There's nothing left within my lonely room, without you

[Anyone entering the kitchen will see a wheelchair by the countertop. It's facing away from the door, so to see who was in there, you'd have to walk around. Those who haven't shifted this week will recognise that it's Shiki. His clothes are different, much more modest than his usual gaudy attire. A simple grey brown shirt and black jacket and a blanket over his legs. His head's leaning as though the muscles just aren't working, eyes glossed over, non-responsive and just... there. It's eerie to look at for a long time. But at the same time relatively sad. How the mighty merciless killer of the Igura has been reduced to a catatonic state. With the Premier dead there was nothing left for him. Nano had won after all...]

[OOC: Shikitti will be waking up come Wednesday time, but if someone could keep an eye on him until then that'd be much appreciated!]

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[John had just pulled out the steaks to start the dinner for him and Nice when he looked over his shoulder to see Shiki. His brow furrowed mostly out of concern. Gently placing the steaks on the counter island where the stove was located, he moved closer to take a better look at Shiki.]

Hey.

[He lightly touches his shoulder.]

You awake?

[There's no reply, if he does move it's not because of John and only perhaps a slight twitch - a nerve jolt. He's essentially trapped within his own brain, in his own little world.]

...

[There was no sense in just leaving Shiki in the kitchen alone so he decides to take him back to his room and keep an eye on him.]

Lights on, but someone's locked in th bedroom. A'right. Come on.

[He lifts up the break on the wheel and moves him out of the kitchen.]

No sense in ya stayin' all cooped up in th' kitchen.

[What he missed? Asides his lover by his side? Was the autumn leaves. Whenever they weren't at risk of being found by those seeking him out to challenge him and steal his title, Akira would take him outside and watch the autumn leaves flying around in the breeze. Perhaps a bit more sentimental than he was used to. But damnnit he'd earned it.

There's a slight twitch on his part at the motion, a low incoherent mumble, maybe in protest? After all, he did still need to be fed. Good luck John, he's gonna make your life just that little more difficult.]

[He stopped and noticed the twitching. His eyes narrowed and started putting the clues together why Shiki was in the kitchen to begin with. The the obvious struck him. He was originally in there to make the steaks for himself and Nice and nods.]

Oh, right. I was gonna make dinner anyway.

[He lowers the break on the chair and heads back into the kitchen. He had all his things out...or was at least about to. John didn't have a problem staying on task as it was that he was simply not accustomed to having to work with someone that wasn't speaking or reacting well.]

Be back in a few.

[Normally if Shiki had any say in the matter he didn't particularly like the idea of being.. fed by someone. It was weak. But then again he'd put himself into this state. So he couldn't really complain at this point.]

...

[Whatever was being cooked smelt way too appetising. He couldn't remember the last time anyone'd cooked him anything, let alone anything that wasn't artificial in some shape or form. Once he could, he'd make a point to thank John for this... and then ask him to never speak of this ever again.]

[It didn't take him long to finish it up. He didn't cook the steaks all the way through which would have made it much too tough to chew or cut. Along with the steak was a baked potato, salad, and corn. In Shiki's case, he removed the corn off the cob in the old fashioned way with a knife instead of using the canned stuff.

He started cutting up the steak into bit sized pieces. Before moving to feed Shiki, he moved toward the back of the dining room and pulled the partition closed for privacy. Even he didn't want to be seen being soft to someone else other than to those that he was closest to. There was no baby talk, no silly motions which would have been highly uncharacteristic to the hardened men.

He took his seat and picked a small piece of the steak for Shiki.]

[At least by the time he'd been living with Akira and had been cooking for him regularly, he was accustomed to eating like a vaguely normal person.

Despite being oblivious to the majority of what was going on around him, the vague scent at least seemed to waken him enough to eat what he was offered. The lack of stupid talking was appreciated, not that he could really have said anything.

However when John reaches the salad, the catatonic man seems to put up a fuss. His lips refusing to part and his expression becoming that of annoyance.]

[John put the fork down and gave a sigh. He wasn't sure how to respond to this other than maybe Shiki wasn't much for vegetables. It was a guess at best and instead of forcing Shiki to eat it, he simply went on to the next which was the potato. His own meal was growing cold and fighting a stubborn person wasn't his ideal of a good time. Before taking the fork to the baked tuber, he reached for the glass of water first and thought that washing it down was a better idea.

Still no words. It was pointless to talk to someone that wasn't going to respond.]

[Once the salad wasn't there he gave a sort os smug expression, glad he'd won something in that state. From there on out he was cooperative once more. He had no idea that John had his own food to eat, so he didn't feel particularly guilty. Eventually, once he was satiated he gave a murmur, incoherent as ever.

And then nothing else from him, clammed up again in his own world. Remembering times of his glories, something other than the fact there was nothing left for him.]

[It was John's turn to have his dinner which by now was a little colder than he would have liked but he didn't complain. It was better to just take it in stride than complain about it. It was a choice he made to give Shiki what he needed first since he wasn't really in a condition to take care of himself. Shiki took care of John and now he was simply returning the favor.

Finishing up his meal in silence, he takes the plates into the kitchen and washes them. The task didn't take long. Taking his position behind the wheelchair, he releases the break before moving on. He opened up the partitions to allow them access out and into the main hall.]

[Peacefully he waited. Lord knew what was going through his mind, but whatever it was couldn't have been too bad as a contented expression fell upon his face. Memories or simply because he'd been fed? No one would know.

There was however a slight twitch from his brows as John began moving him. Curiosity if anything. Whilst he had faith in the man, he still wanted to be within the loop.]

[He led the chair toward the Main Hall door and opened it.]

Gonna get some sun while it's still out.

[He continued on until he reached the gardens. Even John liked peaceful moments now and then when he had the initiative to enjoy them.]

I like th' stars personally.

[There's a dull hum in response. A slight sway. It seemed like a nice idea. Not having to run from anyone, the peace to allow him to relax. He was fairly sure that John was enjoying the reprieve now he thought about it. But also made him want to ask about the 'justice system'...did that ever get fixed?]

Mm..

[He leans over and listens, sitting just to the side of Shiki on one of the benches.]

What's on yer mind?

[John hated the idea that his work was going a little slower than anticipated but the Author did like to throw in monkey wrenches into his gears to disrupt the plans that he had made and carefully laid out.]

[He didn't say anything initially, but there's a vague moment of coherence, closing his eyes and his brows drawn.]

...I was a fool... Defeating the Premier only meant defeating myself...

[Exhaling heavily his eyes opened again, they didn't have that glossed over sheen, but he still didn't seem completely there. Mostly from the fact that he wasn't actually moving.]

[This baffled John somewhat. He wasn't sure how to respond and that little bit of information wasn't entirely understood. Who were these people? So many questions and only just a brief window of coherence.....]

So...you feel like you ain't got no purpose?

[Perhaps if John brought it up later he'd explain. Probably miss out their connection but only explain who the Premier was.]

He was my purpose... Upon killing him I soon realised nothing was a challenge anymore... What is the point of living when you have no goal to overcome..?

[There was no sense in arguing that logic. Even John felt that pinch before.]

Okay. I get that but why not train others? Just fadin' ain't doin' ya no good.

[He shakes his head, lazily but it's there at least.]

I work alone. I have accomplished my goal. There is nothing left that interests me anymore.

[John may notice the tiniest irony on how much he sounds like Holmes with that last statement. Something his usual known self may not have been too happy with knowing the similarity.]

[John gave a slight roll to his eyes at the sentiment. He knew that feeling too since there weren't many challenges left in his lifetime that he hadn't done. He really wanted to hit that Federal Reserve shipment but died before he had the chance and it still bugged him even thought it was beyond his control.]

Yeah, know what'cha mean. Still, can't go on just sittin' like some log thinkin' about them glory days neither. But who am I t' lecture.

[He picks up a pebble and tosses it toward a tree. It bounces off and plops into the pond off to the side.]

Still ain't no good.

[With that Shiki seems to clam up once more, sinking back into his own head to think things through more. He knew John was right. What good was the reputation of the Perfect King Il-Re sinking into a pitiable state as this? But even if Akira could bring him a new chance, could he really take it? Could he adapt to a vague hint of normality?

So many questions and thoughts, none to which he could decide the answers to. John however had set the ball in motion.]

[Picking up a stick and few other odds and ends, he sat down and looked at the stick in his hand, breaking off the tiny twigs from the leaves that have fallen from the small branch and setting them aside.

He's going to build a miniature cabin along with the scenery that he's memorizing. A new hobby....perhaps.]

[Shiki just continues to stare blankly into seemingly nothing but deep space. If he weren't in his withdrawn state he'd probably enquire about it, assume it may be the design for a new 'hideout' for them to use.]

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