Entry tags:
- character: boukenger: inou masumi,
- character: boukenger: mogami souta,
- character: boukenger: takoaka eiji,
- character: gekiranger: kandou jan,
- character: gingaman: hikaru,
- character: go-busters: iwasaki ryuuji,
- character: go-busters: jin masato,
- character: go-busters: sakurada hiromu,
- character: gokaiger: joe gibken,
- character: jungle fury: casey rhodes,
- character: liveman: oohara jou,
- character: ooo: hino eiji,
- character: shinkenger: ikenami ryunosuke,
- character: shinkenger: tani chiaki,
- character: w: hidari shotarou,
- character: w: narumi akiko,
- character: w: philip,
- character: w: sudou kirihiko,
- meme
More bedninjaing
[You know the drill. XD]
[BEING EVIL~ youuuu told me to~]
I know he could have made the decision, back on the battlefield. He said he would. His hand tensed on the driver. A long moment stretched, and I was afraid to move, afraid to say anything.//
But I leaned close. One last touch, one last moment with him.//
I'm afraid that it was that which broke his resolve. I can't be sure, but I fear that in every way, I am the reason for all of this.//
I know he doesn't regret it. Can't regret it. I can feel that throughout him. One does not doubt one's aibou when you're two-in-one. It simply isn't possible.//
But.//
"Eiji-san, can't you...please." Shotarou doesn't want me to say this, but he won't strangle my words, either. Every interaction I have with the outside world is proof I exist. Proof he doesn't have to let go of me.//
"Please. Shotarou is in pain." My voice is quite a bit more emotional than I wanted it to be.//
I know Eiji-san isn't the type of man to close the Xtreme driver for me, without Shotarou's consent. But briefly, I do wish that he were.//
I HATE YOU okay fine I love you
Blank. It's a suit, after all. But it's not exactly hard to visualise the two of them looking back at me. In pain, for different reasons, which come down to exactly the same reason.
"You're asking me to kill you?" I ask softly.
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//"Don't you DARE--"
"Eiji-san, please--!"//
//The voice coming out of us is a mix of us both, barely intelligible through the jangle of syllables and voices forcing their way out of W's throat. It's likely Eiji can't understand a word of it, but he surely can see the hearts of us both.//
//Neither of us will give in. He wants to save me - I want to save him - Saving him is all that matters.//
//The only thing we cannot, will not agree on, is what "saving" means.//
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I swallow, and put my hands behind my back.
"Shotarou-kun," I say softly. "If you continue with this, it will hurt both of you. I -- I know what happens to you, at least from what you've told me, in your future. Do you want to know?"
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Shotarou.//
//Philip...
[He can barely speak. I'm not in much better shape.]//
Shotarou, we should know.//
[He shakes his head.]//
//Philip, I can't hear him say it. I can't hear him say I'll heal, that I'll grow past you. He's going to say some kind of anchorless zen bull like that and I just can't--
//[My shoulders are tense agains Philip's. I twine closer to him, wrapped around him. There's static, sharpness at his edges. The data, decaying. Even now. Even like this.]
//[He's slipping through my fingers. I can't save him.]
//Boss...Philip... I'm sorry...I'm so sorry I can't do anything more. I'm so sorry I'm not hard enough to take it.
//"Yes," I say, quietly, the eyelight on Joker's side of the faceplate flickering dully. "Tell us."
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I cross my legs, and settle with my elbows on my knees, hands dangling over my feet. "I don't know everything, and I might get some details wrong," I warn. "Things were difficult when you told me. But I can confirm that Philip-kun dies... then comes back, in some way."
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//"In some way? What does that mean, Hino?"
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"Shotarou," I begin, speaking externally for Eiji-san's benefit. He is part of this conversation. Potentially, the most important part.//
//"Philip." I echo my aibou, taking anchor from his voice, his steadiness. Why can't I be as steady as my devil? Why am I not yet strong enough to finish this ride we've started?
//...Because I never wanted it to end.
"Shotarou. I never wanted it to end, either," I murmur. I take his hand in mine - he's too numb to keep me from the physical controls - and W sits with its hands clasped, Shotarou and I holding on to each other.//
//"Hino." My voice is rough, hoarse. "He comes back. Did we..." I won't say "I." That would be a defeat in and of itself.
//"Did we say how much it was "him," for real?"
"Whoever you spoke with," I clarify, clenching Shotarou's hand tightly. "Did that source indicate that I was...recovered...in largely the same manner as I--"//
//No, that's not right.//
//We rephrase, and ask him together, our voice less recognizable as individually either of ours.//
//"Philip comes back? Philip, not Raito, not...the program. Philip?"//
//"...My Philip?"
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I suspect this is killing them both.
I watch, eyes wide, wishing I could help more, but there's only so much I can do. They still have to go through this. Still have to go through being separated, watching Philip-kun die.
...their voices are overlapping again. They're bleeding into each other, and while the Philip-kun and Shotarou-kun I've met are close, perhaps unhealthily so at times, it's not like this.
"Philip-kun," I agree quickly. "Yes. As before."
It takes a year, I think, or was it three? But it happens. I'll broach that subject if they seem up to it.
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"And...we told you this?"//
//If we both told him it...then we were both there to tell him.
If we did tell him that, Shotarou...//
//I grit my teeth. I still don't want to do it, but -
//"And you had no reason not to believe us?"
//Adrenaline washes through me again. I can feel Philip wince. It's hurting me, too. His hope is so bright, though, it's lighting me up from inside. He hopes that this is the way out - that this is how he can save me from this situation he feels is all his doing.
//I breathe deeply, calming myself. As long as my devil will ride with me, I will not crack. I won't.
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I reach out to squeeze both shoulders again, briefly. "Shotarou-kun. Philip-kun. I know this must hurt."
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"Shotarou..."//
//I squeeze Philip's hand tightly, then let go, crossing my hand further past the meridian of our body. Philip inhales hard, choking back a sound that might have been a whine of emotion wrung too tight.
//My hand comes to rest on the hilt of the Xtreme driver. I swallow hard. Eighty percent, I tell myself. Eighty percent of a man's job is being decisive.
//"You come find me, Philip," I tell him. "I don't care what it takes. No excuses. You-- you come find me."
Within, I wrap myself around Shotarou, pressing as close as I can manage. The fray of data around my edges is picking up speed. All this emotion, and the delay of time since the end of the battle - I wouldn't have long anyway.//
"Do you have the courage...to wait for this devil?" I ask him.//
//"Always."
//I close the driver.
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All I can hear is quiet. Silence. The W belt is clutched in my hand and I'm probably bruising my palm by gripping it too hard. Philip's Cyclone memory is clutched in my other hand.
It feels cold.
gah, boys :(
The henshin fails, and I see something ripple away in green, with a trace of a face... Ah, Philip-kun, no...
I screw up my face in empathy, ready to ease poor Shotarou-kun with a gentle hug if he needs it, with tissues which have to be around here somewhere, with anything, except he basically falls apart, clutching the belt and one of those little memory sticks, and there's no way I can move.
I don't say anything, because there's nothing to say. I just keep stroking his shoulder, letting him know that he's not alone. Even if he's alone, now.