"Heeey, you've reached Yang! Well, actually, you didn't reach far enough, 'cause I'm not here right now! But don't yang up! Just leave a message on this baby, and I'll get back to you soon enough, okay?"
[ Before Yang can reply, choke out more than a sleepy, somewhat incoherent noise that's meant to be his name in a state of general confusion, the line goes dead and she's left staring blearily at the screen. Her mind's still struggling with what's reality, if she's dreamed it-- but no, she wouldn't be awake at this time for no reason, staring down at her CEREvice, which means...
[ It's about fifteen minutes, when he'll get a text. ]
Let me in already, okay?
[ And if Naoki checks outside, he'll find Yang, still not very awake, in ridiculously fuzzy monster slippers, black shorts, and her tank-top-- in other words, her pajamas. She'd at least managed to avoid waking her roommates when she'd slipped out. ]
[After he'd called her--after he'd slipped up and given in to the desperate and frightened and alone feelings and called her, damn it, what an idiot--Naoki'd gotten up. He's pacing around his apartment even now, his heart hammering and his mind fixed. Killing them. But it'd been worse. They hadn't been in those other forms this time.
He'd taken them by the throat, Isamu and Chiaki, and he'd-- like an actual demon--
Naoki stops, glancing over to his CereVice at its cheerful notifying ping. He leans over it, balks at the text, and then turns his head. No, there it is. Right outside. She--
Within a few moments, the door's quickly opening so he can stare at her. There's strain in his face past the incredulity, a sort of hunted look in his eyes.] Yang, why did you...
[He trails off, looks at her.]
...Come in before you freeze. [Questions after that. He opens up the door wider.]
[ Yang's quick to take the invitation, walking inside and giving her hair a brief shake. It's much warmer in here, thankfully, and she only allows herself a second to appreciate it before she answers him. ]
[Naoki shuts the door behind her with what should be a sigh, turning to look at her. He's still just in pyjama pants too but he just watches her, struggling against overwhelming relieved feelings, coupled with vague guilt and the sharp memory of nightmares.]
I... yeah, I... [He looks lost.] ...sorry for that, again. You didn't need to... [Again with the trailing off. Naoki swallows thickly.] ...I dreamed about something. Before I knew it, I was calling you.
Naoki sags (crumples, maybe) forward into it and then he steps forward. Another step. And he moves to bring his arms around her, press hands curled into fists against her back. He knows he's hugging her in the entryway, but...
He's so relieved she's here right now, even if he feels guilty she came over here at this time because of him.]
...about things that happened. Back in the Vortex World. Sort of, anyway.
[ -- Oops, so maybe that hadn't helped, because suddenly it's like his strings have been cut, and Yang's arms are automatically out to support him before she even registers that it's... just a really shaken hug.
Well. She won't let go yet anyway, rubbing her palms against his bare back in the same way she'd used to rub her sister's when she'd crawled into bed with her. ]
It's fine if you leave it at that, Naoki. I'm not gonna ask.
[Naoki's hands don't relax against her back yet, but being so close helps... in a way. She really came. The intensity of relief is a little startling to him, as much as her coming in the first place.
His head shakes against her shoulder.
Please listen, he wants to say.] No, I can't... [He can't just keep this in, he selfishly wants her to hear it, it's so heavy after all, why can't he handle it even now--]
I want to... tell you. [And he wants her to stay and listen, and he doesn't...want her to go. But these words don't quite make it out. With an exhale, Naoki's head sinks down onto her shoulder.
He can't even ask her to move somewhere inside, maybe somewhere better for her who he woke up right in the middle of the night, because he feels that the moment he lets go he'll lose his nerve. Or that he won't be able to reach out again.]
[ It's all Yang says, without any hesitation or consideration, not even a questioning tone to it. It doesn't even matter that they're still in the entryway and it's at some ungodly hour of the night. Whatever this is about, it's important, and so she'll stay put and hear him out.
Her hands slow, but remain a solid pressure on his back. ]
[If he pauses himself to think about it, he's going to start wondering about whether he should after all, how he should finally say it. He'd been planning to, but he's forgotten all about how he'd thought of doing it. Forget it, plans don't matter now. Naoki's eyes clench shut and fear creeps in over the relief.
His hands loosen from fists, fingers spreading, but they're almost gripping at her back now, curled into fabric.] I dreamed about killing them. Isamu and Chiaki. And I... I did it easily.
[This is terrifying--]
It was different from how it-- how it actually happened. [His fingers grip tighter at Yang's shirt, at her. He should let go. She might not want him to hold on like this. But he can't bring himself to.] They each wanted to fulfill their Reasons, and we fought each other. We fought and I killed them. [A pause, tense, Naoki's back tense and slightly shaking under her hands.] No, maybe it wasn't that different after all. [It was still murder, no matter what it came after.]
[ Yang stays still as she listens - although he'll feel her tense a little at kill, and she'd known whatever it was had to be painful, but there's more to this dream than a stressed subconscious - and then he clarifies. It wasn't that he'd killed his friends in a dream, it was that it had actually happened. Differently, but--
It all makes sense now, in a way that makes her throat and chest ache in painful chorus. Naoki's friends... the ones who refused to acknowledge his humanity, the ones who had tried to make him choose, the ones who hadn't understood even when he'd chased after them...
Had it really come to that? Fighting the people he cared about? Having to kill them to stop them?
The thought is a sickening one, but this is Naoki's reality. And because of that, Yang swallows hard. ]
[She's not trying to wrench away from him yet, even though he felt her tense. Naoki tightens his arms, in a silent plea for her not to move away. He's so afraid she will. If she does, of course he'll let her go, but--
He doesn't want to. This once, he's acting on the thought.]
I couldn't save anybody in that world.
I had to... I saw them die. No matter how hard I fought, I couldn't do anything, I was never in time. [His head moves against her shoulder a little, shaking back and forth.] Each person who had a Reason needed magatsuhi so that they could summon a god, a demonic sponsor to support them. And the best source of that was the other people left.
My teacher, Hijiri, Futomimi-- Hikawa, Isamu and Chiaki sacrificed each of them to get the magatsuhi they needed. I was too late every time. I couldn't do anything for anybody, and then I was the one who killed my friends. [It hurts to draw the breath to speak this, as much as it hurts saying it, and he speaks it in a voice that shakes violently. In a rush like it's been waiting to come out for so long, like these are thoughts he's stewed and stewed and stewed over.] I couldn't even talk them out of anything.
[All of this power, and he still couldn't even manage that much.]
[ Yang's voice is quiet, just above a whisper. The people he'd known, the only ones left... sacrificing or sacrificed, and he blamed himself for not being able to stop it? ]
And all this time, you've carried that with you?
[ Refused to trust, because of what he'd been through. Never spoke about what haunted him, even if it pitched him into a state of desperate panic, and even then, he'd still tried to close himself away from it. Away from the person he'd reached out to... for her sake? ]
[ Yang suddenly moves, not away, but against him, in a burst of strength that could knock a lesser or unprepared person back a few steps. Her arms tighten around him, almost painfully. ]
[Naoki's breath leaves him in a startled sound, strangled in confusion as her weight pushes against him and her arms tighten like that. His own slacken in shock but nothing could wrench his hands from her barring Yang herself. He does catch himself in a stumble, his face lifting up from her shoulder.]
Yang? [He hadn't known what to expect, wasn't even prepared to begin with, but he sounds just bewildered.]
[ Her eyes are gleaming red when they meet his, although her hair remains its usual shade. ]
I don't care whether you've got the body of a demon or a team full of badasses, you're still just one person! You can't always stop everyone or save everyone, and you still tried and you had to stop your friends in the only way you had left, didn't you? You stopped some pretty terrible worlds from coming into existence, and that's incredible, so stop blaming yourself for everything else!
In fact, stop beating yourself up for all of this and just let yourself be sad already! Mourn if you have to, you've got that right. [ Yang's furious, her own breaths emerging shakily and her voice loud now, but she can't stop talking. And she won't let him go. ] But don't let me ever hear you say you didn't do anything! You did more than one person should ever have to do!
[Let himself be sad? Mourn? He's got that right? Even when he's the one who killed them to begin with? Or when he was the one who couldn't save them? But there's certainty in what Yang says and back there he had thought that he wanted to hear the same from someone, instead of hearing how he could never--
After hearing everything-- so many things--
His hands tighten at her back again and he opens his mouth to say something, but his voice is lodged somewhere else so he gives up. One hand lifts from her back, raising up, his hand and arm curling up, fingers curling into her hair. He leans in, and he doesn't even realise yet his cheeks are already damp, like finally something's broken.
With a sniff, remarkably quiet, Naoki brushes his wet cheek against hers (looks at her eyes, those eyes again) before turning his face down against her neck, shoulders shaking as he blinks against tears. He does get out, muffled but somehow vehement, like he's wanted to say it for a long time:] I really...hate that it ended up like that.
[ It's a bit flustering when the guy you like just brushed cheeks with you and is now pressing his face to your neck, but Yang's not even thinking about it now, because he's crying, and she's both relieved and worried at the same time. Has he ever really-- no, not that she can remember, and she's sure he wouldn't admit to it if she asked.
But now, the red in her irises fades back to the usual violet as he trembles in her hold, and Yang moves one hand up (careful to avoid the horn) to cradle the back of his head. ]
I'd hate it, too. But I meant what I said-- you're not alone, Naoki.
[His fingers slide more into her hair and there's really no way to cry on her that's not going to get her wet, so he's giving into it. He can worry about it later, but for now that fear from earlier's been whisked away, just like that.]
...I mean, you're right here. [She came, just from hearing him shaken up in a phone call. He almost wants to smile about it, and how strange after everything he just told her.] You really did... [He swallows briefly, as much from tears still as well as being unused to saying what he's about to, that tells what he'd been hoping for, wanting.] ...stay.
Didn't I already tell you that my opinion of you wasn't going to change?
[ She can feel the wetness soaking into her skin-- and she lets it, taking a steadying breath before she smiles. ]
What you told me doesn't make me think any less of you. I mean, yeah, it kind of really hurts when I think that you were an idiot and kept this to yourself, but Naoki is Naoki. You're still as human as you ever were.
[She might feel the slightly wry smile Naoki presses into her skin, before he lifts his face slightly, other hand shifting from her back to rub his palm roughly across his eyes. He couldn't even say when the last time he cried about-- anything was.]
...Yeah, I am too. [Though he'll try not to make a habit of late-night relying.] I'm really glad that I trust you.
[Not that he's glad that she's trustworthy, but that he's glad he finally let himself, that he was capable of trusting her. What an easy thing it is to say now. He's glad he met her, became friends, came to trust, came to like her--]
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No, augh, I'm so sorry, never mind, it's nothing.
[Damn it, what is he doing, getting shaken up and calling someone like this, he's just going to hang up and hope she can get back to sleep fine.]
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Let me in already, okay?[ And if Naoki checks outside, he'll find Yang, still not very awake, in ridiculously fuzzy monster slippers, black shorts, and her tank-top-- in other words, her pajamas. She'd at least managed to avoid waking her roommates when she'd slipped out. ]
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He'd taken them by the throat, Isamu and Chiaki, and he'd-- like an actual demon--
Naoki stops, glancing over to his CereVice at its cheerful notifying ping. He leans over it, balks at the text, and then turns his head. No, there it is. Right outside. She--
Within a few moments, the door's quickly opening so he can stare at her. There's strain in his face past the incredulity, a sort of hunted look in his eyes.] Yang, why did you...
[He trails off, looks at her.]
...Come in before you freeze. [Questions after that. He opens up the door wider.]
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Because you called me.
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I... yeah, I... [He looks lost.] ...sorry for that, again. You didn't need to... [Again with the trailing off. Naoki swallows thickly.] ...I dreamed about something. Before I knew it, I was calling you.
Just... like a kid, huh? [A thin smile.]
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[ But Yang says it with a lopsided smile, reaching up to ruffle his hair in the typical manner. Maybe it'll help settle him. ]
That must've been some dream, though.
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Naoki sags (crumples, maybe) forward into it and then he steps forward. Another step. And he moves to bring his arms around her, press hands curled into fists against her back. He knows he's hugging her in the entryway, but...
He's so relieved she's here right now, even if he feels guilty she came over here at this time because of him.]
...about things that happened. Back in the Vortex World. Sort of, anyway.
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Well. She won't let go yet anyway, rubbing her palms against his bare back in the same way she'd used to rub her sister's when she'd crawled into bed with her. ]
It's fine if you leave it at that, Naoki. I'm not gonna ask.
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His head shakes against her shoulder.
Please listen, he wants to say.] No, I can't... [He can't just keep this in, he selfishly wants her to hear it, it's so heavy after all, why can't he handle it even now--]
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What do you want to do, then?
[ If he wants to talk, she'll listen. She's never seen him this upset before; she's already concerned. ]
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I want to... tell you. [And he wants her to stay and listen, and he doesn't...want her to go. But these words don't quite make it out. With an exhale, Naoki's head sinks down onto her shoulder.
He can't even ask her to move somewhere inside, maybe somewhere better for her who he woke up right in the middle of the night, because he feels that the moment he lets go he'll lose his nerve. Or that he won't be able to reach out again.]
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[ It's all Yang says, without any hesitation or consideration, not even a questioning tone to it. It doesn't even matter that they're still in the entryway and it's at some ungodly hour of the night. Whatever this is about, it's important, and so she'll stay put and hear him out.
Her hands slow, but remain a solid pressure on his back. ]
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His hands loosen from fists, fingers spreading, but they're almost gripping at her back now, curled into fabric.] I dreamed about killing them. Isamu and Chiaki. And I... I did it easily.
[This is terrifying--]
It was different from how it-- how it actually happened. [His fingers grip tighter at Yang's shirt, at her. He should let go. She might not want him to hold on like this. But he can't bring himself to.] They each wanted to fulfill their Reasons, and we fought each other. We fought and I killed them. [A pause, tense, Naoki's back tense and slightly shaking under her hands.] No, maybe it wasn't that different after all. [It was still murder, no matter what it came after.]
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It all makes sense now, in a way that makes her throat and chest ache in painful chorus. Naoki's friends... the ones who refused to acknowledge his humanity, the ones who had tried to make him choose, the ones who hadn't understood even when he'd chased after them...
Had it really come to that? Fighting the people he cared about? Having to kill them to stop them?
The thought is a sickening one, but this is Naoki's reality. And because of that, Yang swallows hard. ]
Naoki...
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He doesn't want to. This once, he's acting on the thought.]
I couldn't save anybody in that world.
I had to... I saw them die. No matter how hard I fought, I couldn't do anything, I was never in time. [His head moves against her shoulder a little, shaking back and forth.] Each person who had a Reason needed magatsuhi so that they could summon a god, a demonic sponsor to support them. And the best source of that was the other people left.
My teacher, Hijiri, Futomimi-- Hikawa, Isamu and Chiaki sacrificed each of them to get the magatsuhi they needed. I was too late every time. I couldn't do anything for anybody, and then I was the one who killed my friends. [It hurts to draw the breath to speak this, as much as it hurts saying it, and he speaks it in a voice that shakes violently. In a rush like it's been waiting to come out for so long, like these are thoughts he's stewed and stewed and stewed over.] I couldn't even talk them out of anything.
[All of this power, and he still couldn't even manage that much.]
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[ Yang's voice is quiet, just above a whisper. The people he'd known, the only ones left... sacrificing or sacrificed, and he blamed himself for not being able to stop it? ]
And all this time, you've carried that with you?
[ Refused to trust, because of what he'd been through. Never spoke about what haunted him, even if it pitched him into a state of desperate panic, and even then, he'd still tried to close himself away from it. Away from the person he'd reached out to... for her sake? ]
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You idiot! You big, stupid, caring idiot!!
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[Naoki's breath leaves him in a startled sound, strangled in confusion as her weight pushes against him and her arms tighten like that. His own slacken in shock but nothing could wrench his hands from her barring Yang herself. He does catch himself in a stumble, his face lifting up from her shoulder.]
Yang? [He hadn't known what to expect, wasn't even prepared to begin with, but he sounds just bewildered.]
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I don't care whether you've got the body of a demon or a team full of badasses, you're still just one person! You can't always stop everyone or save everyone, and you still tried and you had to stop your friends in the only way you had left, didn't you? You stopped some pretty terrible worlds from coming into existence, and that's incredible, so stop blaming yourself for everything else!
In fact, stop beating yourself up for all of this and just let yourself be sad already! Mourn if you have to, you've got that right. [ Yang's furious, her own breaths emerging shakily and her voice loud now, but she can't stop talking. And she won't let him go. ] But don't let me ever hear you say you didn't do anything! You did more than one person should ever have to do!
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[Let himself be sad? Mourn? He's got that right? Even when he's the one who killed them to begin with? Or when he was the one who couldn't save them? But there's certainty in what Yang says and back there he had thought that he wanted to hear the same from someone, instead of hearing how he could never--
After hearing everything-- so many things--
His hands tighten at her back again and he opens his mouth to say something, but his voice is lodged somewhere else so he gives up. One hand lifts from her back, raising up, his hand and arm curling up, fingers curling into her hair. He leans in, and he doesn't even realise yet his cheeks are already damp, like finally something's broken.
With a sniff, remarkably quiet, Naoki brushes his wet cheek against hers (looks at her eyes, those eyes again) before turning his face down against her neck, shoulders shaking as he blinks against tears. He does get out, muffled but somehow vehement, like he's wanted to say it for a long time:] I really...hate that it ended up like that.
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[ It's a bit flustering when the guy you like just brushed cheeks with you and is now pressing his face to your neck, but Yang's not even thinking about it now, because he's crying, and she's both relieved and worried at the same time. Has he ever really-- no, not that she can remember, and she's sure he wouldn't admit to it if she asked.
But now, the red in her irises fades back to the usual violet as he trembles in her hold, and Yang moves one hand up (careful to avoid the horn) to cradle the back of his head. ]
I'd hate it, too. But I meant what I said-- you're not alone, Naoki.
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[His fingers slide more into her hair and there's really no way to cry on her that's not going to get her wet, so he's giving into it. He can worry about it later, but for now that fear from earlier's been whisked away, just like that.]
...I mean, you're right here. [She came, just from hearing him shaken up in a phone call. He almost wants to smile about it, and how strange after everything he just told her.] You really did... [He swallows briefly, as much from tears still as well as being unused to saying what he's about to, that tells what he'd been hoping for, wanting.] ...stay.
[Even after learning all of that.]
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[ She can feel the wetness soaking into her skin-- and she lets it, taking a steadying breath before she smiles. ]
What you told me doesn't make me think any less of you. I mean, yeah, it kind of really hurts when I think that you were an idiot and kept this to yourself, but Naoki is Naoki. You're still as human as you ever were.
... And I'm glad you relied on me this time.
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...Yeah, I am too. [Though he'll try not to make a habit of late-night relying.] I'm really glad that I trust you.
[Not that he's glad that she's trustworthy, but that he's glad he finally let himself, that he was capable of trusting her. What an easy thing it is to say now. He's glad he met her, became friends, came to trust, came to like her--]
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