Teru Mikami ~21~ Reversal [Accidental Video -> Voice / In Person]

[inordertobelieve]

[This boy looks a lot like the local prosecutor. Just that he is fifteen and... crying. Nobody here has ever seen Mikami cry before. It's not so much crying as just tears running down his face. There is no sound like a sob though, as he looks up and around, recognizing that this isn't his mother's funeral anymore. He stares in shock, his eyes widen and then he takes his glasses up and wipes away the tears.
Another moment passes and then he notices the Blackberry and the fact that it's recording. Quickly he works his way through the buttons, changing to voice]

E-excuse me? Is this... can anybody here me? Where am I?

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[pineapple_fairy]

[Making his way very slowly down the stairs (as this was his first time walking down so many), holding very tightly to the rails was a very small, pale Mukuro.

The boy stumbles down the last very steps, almost completely out of breath. Then... there's someone else there. He was wearing the same kind of clothes that the people from back in the room wore... so he must be here to fix his eye.

Mukuro doesn't really want to go back though, even if he knows he won't have much of a choice. So he just stands there on pale wobbly legs, looking up at Mikami. He's got a few bandages here and there but the most noticeable is the one over this eye, a yellow liquid has stared to saturate it.]

[takesallbullets.livejournal.com]

[Teru notices another person and stares down at the other boy, sharply inhaling. What happened to this child? His mothers funeral, the strange location, everything weird that had been happening to him and scaring him goes into the back of his mind, replaced by the desire to protect.
He leans down a bit]

... what happened to you?

[pineapple_fairy]

[Mukuro just looked up at him. Odd. Everyone knew he didn't talk, he never answered their questions,nhe never screamed. He never gave them any satisfaction...

so... why was he asking him a question like that? Maybe he was new? Well, maybe he could fix the eye... it was... really hurting.

So he reaches up and pulls off the bandage revealing a stitched-in eye. However there's something very wrong with it. the pupil is extremely dilated and clouded over so that it just looks yellow, with the exception of a kanji numeral six prominently displayed on the pale eye.To make it worse the eye does not look up or move with Mukuro's blue eye, but it just seems to perpetually look down as though the eye had lost connection with the muscle that allowed it to move.]

[takesallbullets.livejournal.com]

[Teru's eyes widen and he presses his hand on his mouth. What is this? What did have to happen to do this to a child? Who did this? How was this possible.]

... what... who did...

[Teru feels nauseous. This is too much for him, but he bites his teeth together. This child needed help so badly, he had to give it. Somehow. Even if he has no idea what to do]

You need new bandages... and maybe it should be cooled a bit.

[pineapple_fairy]

[... no, he didn't need new bandages, he needed someone to take out the eye. This one broke, just like all the others.

He looks up to Mikami and just points to the eye, trying to tell him to take it out. The child isn't showing any sign that he's in pain however. His face is unusually blank despite the sure agony he must be in. It was something he was used to.]

[takesallbullets.livejournal.com]

[Teru doesn't understand at all. Taking out an eye is not something he'd ever think of.
He looks around for any kind of emergency room, but he just doesn't know this place. And he can't help being scared.]

Do you... know where we can find some sort of first aid kit?

[How odd it was to ask this child. But what should he do? He was alone, here was nobody... and Mikami found himself unable to think straight. And unusual and horrible feeling]

[pineapple_fairy]

[He just tilted his head. He didn't know what a first aid kit was, or a second aid kit. He didn't know any kits, and he didn't think they would help take his eye out.

He didn't want to have to do this, but the eye felt like it was burning.... and it would probably hurt less if he just took it out himself. So while the other boy is looking around in a panic, Mukuro just reaches into the socket with his first three fingers, and with a little work pulls the faulty eye out. The almost yellow-tinged liquid spills down his cheek and onto his white shirt, but he quickly wipes it away with his free hand, and closes the eyelid to the now empty socket.

The people in the white coats would probably be angry with him... but they should have been there to take it out in the first place. He let out a little sigh, and seems to relax a bit. It still hurt horribly... but not as bad as before. Now what to do with his eye? He looked down at it, then up at Mikami expectantly. He was a grown-up. He should know.]

[takesallbullets.livejournal.com]

[And this is where Mikami feels like he should just faint already. He'd seen horrible things, been through horrible things, but this was the worst.
He leans against the wall for support. This wasn't right, he should be the stronger. He was older, he was unharmed... he should... be able to help.

But somehow this boy seemed fine. Was this a nightmare? How could all this happen?]

Why did you do that?

[But he seemed better now. This was just crazy!]

...does it hurt a lot?

[pineapple_fairy]

[Why? Wasn't that obvious? It was broken. Mukuro holds out the eye to show him that it was broken.

At Mikami's other question he simply nodded. It did hurt. More than he could put into words- but it always hurt. He couldn't really imagine not being in pain. Hurting less was about as good as he could hope for, and taking out the eye definitely made it hurt less and that was good.

He looked down at the eye again... unsure of what he should do with it. The men in the white coats would want it... but he just wanted to drop it on the floor and step on it. He knew if he did that though that the men would give him the same eye again. At least if they made a new one there was a possibility it would hurt less. He resigns to keeping the eye and puts it in his pocket.]

[takesallbullets.livejournal.com]

[Even if Teru is sure that this is not what you should do with an eye that just came right out of your head... he still was glad that this thing was out of sight now. He could think a lot more clearly without having to look at it]

Do you want me to try and bandage it then? Maybe we can find some painkillers, too.

[He needed to do something for this child or he'd go insane]

[pineapple_fairy]

[Painkillers? He didn't know what those were, but if it made pain die then it sounded promising.

Mukuro nods and takes Mikami's hand, ready to be lead where ever this boy planned to take him.]

[takesallbullets.livejournal.com]

[Teru wasn't sure how he felt about taking the hand of a boy who would take his own eye out, but there was no going back now. And this child just needed help.

Bad thing though? He had no idea where to go. For a while he tried to look certain as he looked around, but then -more by accident (it just controlled his life) than anything else- he found the med-lab.
It seemed terribly big and the fact that it was empty made it seem only creepier, but he walked straight inside, guiding Mukuro do a bed]

Sit down here, alright? I'll see if I can find something to treat you.

[pineapple_fairy]

[The moment they set foot in the med-lab Mukuro seems to tense up. The sterile smell, the amount of white everywhere... the tools. Instead of obeying Mikami's command he refuses to let go of the other boy's hand and just looks up at him. He didn't like this place. Not a bit.]

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[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Light isn't liking this apparent mass kidnapping any better than Teru, but tears seem a little unwarranted. Crying won't get them anywhere, after all. On the one hand, this kid obviously doesn't have any valuable information regarding their location, but on the other, it's not as though Light has much to lose by speaking either. His features seemed Japanese at any rate. They obviously weren't in the same place at the same time (No little kids lived in Light's bedroom thank you very much), but they may have been in the same area. What a kidnapper would want with Light and other little kids, he really does not want to know.]

I can't tell you where you are, but you aren't alone.

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[takesallbullets.livejournal.com]

[When the video clicks on those tears are gone and Teru looks serious, albeit a little confused. Not that he could be blamed for it. To be fair he'd already been confused back in his world and now it all just added up.]

I'm afraid I don't understand... Sudden changes of location like this shouldn't be possible.

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[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Crying honestly makes Light feel slightly uncomfortable in a way he knows it shouldn't. He has done his fair share of mental eye-rolling his way through Sayu's tears over ridiculous television dramas starring one Ryuga Hideki, but he this isn't exactly analogous. One way or another, he's glad they're gone.]

It shouldn't be possible, but nonetheless it's a reality we have to accept. Especially since clinging to any kind of hope that we're stuck in a nightmare might only be to our detriment.

[That calm tone he's taking on may have more to do with an issue of pride than any genuine sense of inner zen.]

Besides, it's rude to assume that you're only a figment of my imagination, isn't it? [A segue into a smile, and then a quick transition.] So what's your name?

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[takesallbullets.livejournal.com]

[Teru doesn't want to accept such a reality, though. Things that aren't possible shouldn't exist, they couldn't exist. And yet he was here.]

My name is Teru Mikami.

[But saying his name is easy. Teru watches Light carefully, scanning him for what kind of a person he might be. It had become just such a habit with him. And he'd gotten quite good at figuring the unrighteous ones out. The way they walked and talked... he could tell them by that.
But this boy seemed alright.]

And I'm sure I exist, but it would be possible for me to imagine you up, too. But you're right, assuming such things doesn't get us anywhere and isn't exactly polite. This all feels real after all.

[Ugh. And that was pretty much terrifying, but even though he seems nervous, he doesn't outright show any fear]

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[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

It does feel oddly like reality...

[Light trails off, evidently pondering this silently. But it's as Light thought, the boy is Japanese after all. Though, now that they've been talking for a little longer, Light realizes Mikami is a little older than what he had first assumed. Silent mental correction made, a routine pleasantry follows easily. He's done it all his life.]

It's nice to meet you. [A slight, polite inclination of his head. Awkward as that gesture is over the phone, it's a familiar one. Presumably for the both of them.] My name is Light. Light Yagami.

What do you think is going on?

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[takesallbullets.livejournal.com]

The pleasure is all mine.

[Mikami bows his head as well, only a tiny bit deeper than Light did, because he's the older one as it seems. Fullfilling this routine of ettiquette feels good. Teru needs all familiarity he can get to cling to.]

I'm not sure... One moment I was at... [He pauses] I was somewhere else and then I my location just changed. It doesn't make any sense.
Are you in a similar situation?

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[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[The pause doesn't go missed, but save for the slightest quirk of his brow, Light doesn't comment on it. Not directly anyway. He nods.]

Something like that. The last thing I remember is sleeping in my bedroom. It's.. a little strange actually, the room I woke up in, isn't so different from my room back home in Tokyo. The implications of that...

[A slight frown. Stalker seems to be one likely explanation, but it's unsettling. Even his clothes are here.]

Anyway, I'm guessing that isn't exactly what happened to you?

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[takesallbullets.livejournal.com]

Only in the basics... The room I woke up in isn't mine, but it looks as if it could be designed for me as they were a lot of law books.

And I didn't sleep before I got here. I just disappeared from the graveyard...

[He looks down on the ground. It's still so hard to believe for him. To be here. But then again, maybe not believing in it would be the right thing. There was no way this was reality after all]

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[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[There's a long silence. It's mostly apologetic on Light's part for what he had assumed about Mikami. He hadn't thought about that possibility. Though it was a little too far removed for him to think about (who kidnaps people from graveyards?), he feels genuinely awful for having made the initial assumption at all.]

...I'm sorry for your loss.

[He isn't sure what else to say. Pleasantries are a nice fall back if only for that reason. But this time it is sincere.]

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[takesallbullets.livejournal.com]

[Teru looks up again and shakes his head. He's heard this countless times today already. And one more didn't make it better. He doesn't even know how to feel about those words. 'Loss'... It hadn't really been a loss anymore]

No, it's fine.

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[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

Even so, the timing was rather cruel.

[If "it's fine" is an indication that Mikami wants to end that particular talk, Light has no problems with that. Light himself isn't comfortable with such a conversation. Especially with a stranger. But the apologetic expression on Light's face lingers for a few more moments before he speaks again.]

You said that the room could have been designed for you? You're interested in law?

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[takesallbullets.livejournal.com]

[Teru nods, glad to see the sorry look on Light's face finally leave. He couldn't take anymore of those, not when he hadn't properly figured out how to feel himself. It was like they were trying to force it upon him to take it as a tragedy. Of course he was sad, but he just couldn't help thinking of those other boys who died and of what they'd used to do. And his mother had been tolerating that, in her own way... He still was afraid of coming home into an empty flat though]

Yes, I am. I aim to be a prosecutor when I'm done with school and university.