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29th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person] || Backdated to Thursday

[After letting a rather distinctive scream from the morgue of the manor, Hayato had hastily scrambled up to the main floor. Shakily, he wandered through the halls, completely disoriented and very jumpy. He had his hands defensively wrapped around his stomach which is slathered in dried blood, as are his pants, and right shoulder.

After stumbling about the halls for a while he simply leans against the wall and slides down it into a sitting position as he tried to wrap his head around what happened...]

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[Hayato moved a hand shakily from Ryuutaro's back to his head, pressing him close, and turning his head slightly so that his face is touching Ryuutaro's. He was still afraid. He didn't want to go die... but here he was back from death. It was so difficult to come to terms with...]

It hurt Ryuutaro.... it hurt so bad...

[For a moment Ryuutaro couldn't say anything anymore... Hayato had died, no matter how much pain he'd been through, he couldn't ever hope to understand what Hayato had felt. When he spoke again it was just a whisper as well]

It's over now... you're back... you're back with me...

[And then the shaking returns, and there's a shaky inhale... and he begins to sob. He felt safe enough in Ryuutaro's arms to just cry. It had hurt. He was scared. He broke his promises, and he felt so worthless.

But at least he was safe here. He was so relieved to be safe in this spot.]

I'm scared...

[Oh god, now he was crying. Seeing Hayato cry didn't get any better the more often it happened. For a moment Ryuutaro felt paralyzed, then he slowly started petting over Hayato's head and back. That was what people did to calm crying persons, right?]

... you're back here... I'm not letting you go...

[He was repeating himself endlessly, but it was just the only message he needed to get accross]

Edited 2011-10-22 20:31 (UTC)

[And he cried for a few moments, just basking in the way Ryuutaro held and touched him. It felt so nice to be touched by the boy he... the boy he...]

Thank you.... thank you.... I-I'm not letting you go either...

[And that's when it hit him. He didn't want to let this boy go. He loved him. He loved this safety. He loved this warmth. He loved the calm voice speaking to him, comforting him. It was terrifying. He was in love and didn't know how to react. He had never FELT love before. It made his heart skip, and his chest feel strangely light- almost fighting the sinking pain of fear in his stomach]

Edited 2011-10-22 20:42 (UTC)

[Ryuutaro hadn't even realized that those words might have been something he really needed to hear, too. His body relaxed a bit and smiled a little]

...I'm glad...

[He really was. Hayato was back with him, he could feel him and Ryuutaro had never thought that this would one day be what he needed the most]

[And in the little moment of reprieve from his pain and and fear... the teen turned his head a bit more, and placed a quick chaste kiss on Ryuutaro's cheek. Thanking him for being there for him, for holding him- and most importantly:

letting him love him.]

[Ryuutaro's eyes widened in surprise as he suddenly realized how close they were, too. And that he probably should mind it... but just didn't. And even if his heart just skipped a beat at that little surprise kiss, he couldn't bring himself to mind that either. It was just so nice to have Hayato her, showing affection to him...
Ryuutaro smiled a bit more, much more unsure than he usually would, but still smiling.

They could be together again.]

[The moment of reprieve didn't last long, as something clattered down the hallways. Noise wasn't something new to the manor at all, considering all the people who lived there- but now it made Hayato jump. The shaking returned and he went pale. He lifted his head up and frantically looked over his shoulder.

What if the monsters were still here? The statues... oh god... what if he didn't kill that last one? What if it came after him again?!

The teen tenses up, once again paralyzed in his own fear]

[Ryuutaro couldn't help but jump a bit as well, before he forcefully calms himself down. Those statues had just turned to unmoving objects after all and... they'd hopefully stay that way, the Author wouldn't change her mind that quickly..]

It's fine... those things don't move anymore.

[Hopefullyhopefullyhopefully]

Th-they're s-still here?

[He broke out in a cold sweat, and the shaking didn't cease. He could feel himself beginning to fall into another panic. He was scared. Just so very scared. His mind suddenly filled with 'what-ifs', and the hallway... too nostalgic... he died in the hallway... he didn't like it... it was so open. They could be anywhere. They might not even really be gone... they could be faking it or something. Oh god he didn't want to die again! Notagainnotagainnotagain!]

They are... but they don't do anything anymore!

[Ryuutaro tried his best to sound confident here. They didn't move anymore... they didn't. It didn't help the fact that he himself was still a little too scared to give good support to Hayato.]

...let's get away from the open, alright?

[Hayato nodded slowly and stumbled to his feet. He was wobbly and his legs were stiff, and of course he just leaned on Ryuutaro. He didn't know where he was going, and he was still clearly very dazed... but he had his pillar to lean on.

He kept his arm around Ryuutaro's shoulder and his other over the scabbed over remains of his fatal injury, as he clumsily lumbered alongside his boyfriend. Everything just felt so heavy... and he was tired. His whole body ached. Everything just seemed harder in general. His breathing was hard to keep steady, his muscles were sore, his head was spinning... he couldn't wait until Ryuutaro took him where ever... anywhere was better than the hallway...]

[Ryuutaro silently brought them to his room, which he'd always chose over Hayato's in situations like this, because he still didn't trust Hayato's room enough to be sure nothing would just randomly explode.

When they reached the safety of his room, he immediately let Hayato sit down on the bed, sitting down next to him.
Being out of the hallway was probably a step in the right direction, especially as Hayato was still here, still alive and didn't just vanish like Ryuutaro halfway feared]

[Hayato let out a sigh of relief as he sat down, and just leaned against Ryuutaro. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, not did he want to. He didn't even want to close his eyes to try.

So the teen just laid against Ryuutaro, his hands back over the blood hardened remains of his injury. Remains that he was too afraid to disturb, hence why his filthy, bloodstained shirt had yet to be removed. He was so dirty though... he didn't want to make Ryuutaro or his room dirty either though...

Hayato looked over Ryuutaro, he had already gotten pretty dirty with flakes of old blood all over his hakama and yukata. Hayato bit his lip a bit and looked off to the side guiltily.]

S-sorry... I got blood all over you...

[Twice now.]

[Ryuutaro shook his head. After Hayato's death it had been different. He'd not even known whether he wanted to wash the blood off or keep it on him forever. It had made him feel so scared, but washing it away had felt like letting Hayato go...

Not he didn't even care though. Hayato was alive, all of his girly habits and obsessions with cleanliness could stand back. The feeling of having Hayato back was the most important one right now]

It's fine... I-I don't mind right now...

[Hayato nodded, grateful he could stay close to Ryuutaro despite his... appearance. Though his gaze remains on his stomach. At the injury... he couldn't just... stay in this shirt forever... slowly he pulls his hands back from the wound looking at the layers of hardened black blood caked onto his gut.]

...y-you don't think it'll open again... do you?

[Open again... what a horrible thought. The imagination alone is enough to make Ryuutaro shiver in fear. The boy shook his head]

No... She brought you back, there's no reason it would now...

[Convincing himself along with convincing Hayato was always a good idea]

[He places his hands over his middle again and leans forward. He knew he would have to change. And he wanted to get out of these clothes. Get away from smell and the feeling and this horrid memory of death.]

I'm still afraid to touch it...

[Ryuutaro fully understands that... but it'd be fine now, wouldn't it?]

Nothing bad is going to happen now... you're safe.

[He just had to be]

[Hayato looked at Ryuutaro... no one.... no one had ever told him he was safe, and he believed it too. He was safe here with Ryuutaro. Things would be alright... he trusted the other boy.]

I-I need to change...

[Into what, he didn't know. His clothes were in his room and he didn't want to leave this room either. He didn't think he would even have the strength to walk]

[..yes, that was very true. And Ryuutaro knows they can't leave the room at this rate and leaving Hayato alone... unthinkable?
And this is the moment where he wonders for the first time why exactly he hasn't got a single piece of western wardrobe. Putting Hayato into his clothes was an odd thought.
But apparently necessary.]

I think I have some wide yukata you could wear...

Thanks...

[He takes a deep breath, preparing to take off his shirt. Ryuutaro was right here. He was safe... everything would be okay. He shuts his eyes tight and in one quick movement pulls off the shirt. The flecks of blood crumble and chip and mostly fall from his body, only the smudges and a few stubborn chunks remain. His stomach, however, is sporting a new scar. Five of them to be precise, long gashes across his middle, like a hand had raked across it. His collar bone has a gash-like scar as well]

[Ryuutaro watches and only lets out the breath he'd been holding again when he's sure that no fresh blood flows.
Those scars don't look good though, Ryuutaro can't do anything but look for a moment before he finally lowers his eyes to the ground.
Those are just scars... Hayato is alive.

The fortune-teller turns to his cupboard, getting out the possibly widest yukata he had. It's faint blue and all in all could be worse for a guy to wear.
He hands it over to Hayato in silence]

[Hayato let out a little yelp at he pulled off his shirt, it startled him... but he was alright, just like Ryuutaro said. He looks down at his torso and for once doesn't seem to want to show it. He wraps his arms across his chest as though he were ashamed of it, as he waited for Ryuutaro to hand over the yukata. With a his trembling arm he takes the robe and clutches it tightly to his chest. He calms down a bit, but doesn't put it on just yet.]

Do you have something I could wash off with a little?

29th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person] || Backdated to Thursday

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