eightypercentandadevil: (Philip | You know what I won't ask//)

[BEING EVIL~ youuuu told me to~]

[personal profile] eightypercentandadevil 2012-05-27 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't you help?" I know it's not very fair to ask Eiji-san to intercede for us, but I really am beginning to fear for Shotarou's life now. He seems determined to destroy himself to save me, or simply to be destroyed in the process.//

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.//
eightypercentandadevil: (W | Choose)

[personal profile] eightypercentandadevil 2012-05-27 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
//"yespleasenodon'tnowneverpleaseDON'Tyes--"//

//"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.//
eightypercentandadevil: (Shotarou | Wildcard)

[personal profile] eightypercentandadevil 2012-05-27 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
//The question stops us cold.//

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."
eightypercentandadevil: (Shotarou | Yeah and your mom too)

[personal profile] eightypercentandadevil 2012-05-27 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
//I don't mean my voice to come out as the growl that it does. Really. I push W up to a sitting position, mindful of the Xtreme driver's wings. Never has its size and breadth felt as awkward and dangerous as it does now. One wrong nudge to it, and...

//"In some way? What does that mean, Hino?"
eightypercentandadevil: (Shotarou | //Don't do this to me)

[personal profile] eightypercentandadevil 2012-05-27 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
Shotarou remains still. After a long moment, I realize he's forgotten to let us breathe. I instruct our lungs to do so, and W draws a sharp breath inward.//

"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?"
eightypercentandadevil: (Shotarou | //Don't do this to me)

[personal profile] eightypercentandadevil 2012-05-27 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
//We can't quite breathe.//

"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.
eightypercentandadevil: (Philip | Peace)

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[personal profile] eightypercentandadevil 2012-05-27 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
//We lean into Eiji's hold on our shoulders. We can use all the support and grounding we can get, right now.//

"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.
eightypercentandadevil: (Shotarou | Neutral)

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[personal profile] eightypercentandadevil 2012-05-27 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
I'm vaguely aware, after a while, that my head's resting on someone's knee. Hino-san's, it must be. I'm curled up on my side...on my left side, on the bed. I think I've been shaking a lot, because all the muscles in my body are burning with pain.

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.