Oohara Jou (
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for Joe
I yawn, and turn the page. It's not that late, really. I shouldn't be tired. But the house is unusually quiet and I'm finding it incredibly hard to focus on these reports.
Oh, well. I sip my coffee, then pick up my red pen again and make myself concentrate.
Oh, well. I sip my coffee, then pick up my red pen again and make myself concentrate.
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I collapse to hands and knees in the street, my stomach's roiling but nothing's happening. I didn't have dinner, after all. My head is pounding, and my throat hurts, and I'm sobbing brokenly. I need to get up, I need to go home and try to explain to Jou how there's something wrong with me. Out here in the middle of nowhere I recognize that I need help.
"Ohh la la," An unfamiliar voice purrs in front of me. "What have we here?"
I lift my head, but my eyes are still hazed with tears and it's dark enough that I can't see properly. "What-"
Something presses down over my lips. It's too thin to be a finger, never mind cold and slick. Like some kind of wire or electric cable. A weapon? "I think I could make some good use of you."
Whatever weapon he's using is longer than I thought, and he's good with it. It slips around my neck and tightens across my throat, and then-
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I pace. Twitch. Pace some more. I don't touch the blood on my knuckles. I head down to the little bench used mostly by Joe, and I do sit-ups until my muscles rebel, then I look at the clock.
Nearly half an hour.
I stand up.
He's -- he's not coming back.
I jerk into action. Car keys, phone so I can call people when I'm running around the school, the park, anywhere else I can think of that he might go.
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I was in the middle of eating, damn it.
"What!?" I growl into the phone.
This had better be important.
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I'm already reaching for my Mobirates with my free hand so I can try and reach my wayward first mate that way.
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Do you know anything you stupid fuck?
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I ball a fist and drive it into the wall next to me. Doesn't help.
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"He's not here." I finally supply, just in case that wasn't obvious. "Do you know where else he would have gone?"
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Fuck.
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Not for the first time, Kazari's flap turns out to be the more convenient way in and I walk in that way. It takes a moment to register but then I recognise Joe's phone and henshin thing on the kitchen table and an uneasy chill runs down my spine.
"Joe? You around?" He has to be, he wouldn't just leave these lying around. "Joe?"
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I'm just back from my latest scout around. I've left a note in Joe's room to tell him to contact me, dammit, but nothing downstairs -- which was obviously stupid.
"He's not here," I say as I clatter down the stairs. "Tried to contact you, sorry."
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I check my phone hurriedly and wince as I see the number of missed calls. Oops. "I was kinda busy," I say with a sigh. "Sorry. But where is he then? Why doesn't he have his phone or Mobirates?"
What if he needs them and doesn't have them?
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I shake my head, walking swiftly to him to squeeze his shoulder lightly. "Not your fault. Didn't mean to sound accusatory, sorry." There's been more than enough of that in this house today already. "He... ah, hell, Katsumi. We had a fight. He walked out."
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"It's fine." He looks worried, this can't be good.
...Oh. Oh, that's great. "What kind of fight?"
I can't believe he'd just walk out, though. It's so out of character.
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I rub my forehead. "I messed up, and now he's gone, but we'll get him back."
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"Kazari, maybe? He's good at the whole tracking thing, he might be able to find him faster."
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I should've THOUGHT of that.
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He always does this, blaming himself for everything. It's not productive and it won't get us Joe back any faster.
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He's right. I guess.
"I can indulge in guilt later," I mutter.
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"Right, focus on helping now, feel guilty later. Okay? So what're we doing now?"
I've been scientist wrangling all day, what's a bit more? Even if it is my dad this time instead of Gamu.
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Let me know when you need JK, okay?