RP Log: Ryoma & Yuuta
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tenipuri_xpDate: Wednesday, Aug. 15th, just before noon
Rating: Uh... death? :x
Summary: Yuuta attempts a rescue, but he arrives too late. Uh. Ryoma and Yuuta go kaboom. ;_;
Yuuta wasn't crazy, and he wasn't hallucinating or hearing things because of the painkillers that were pumped into his system. He could hear Ryoma; he could talk to him even through the haze of his mind, which began to thin with each day, with each hour, leaving him more coherent and aware. Knowing that Ryoma was alive, speaking with him telepathically, kept Yuuta calm and relieved even though he threatened every hour to just get up and find his boyfriend. But Ryoma always managed to pacify him enough to stay in bed until he got a little better-- they'd find a way to each other eventually.
But the situation quickly changed. A new place. An old man. Handcuffs that dug into skin. Utter confusion. No, that was not a good combination in any way or form, and all Yuuta could do was watch, dumbfounded.
It was for Ryoma's own good. Ryoma should be happy he won't see him anymore. It's just better this way-- for everyone. There was still only confusion emanating from Ryoma, but Yuuta's mind jumped to the worst possible scenario-- they were going to kill him. They were going to kill Ryoma. They weren't even going to give him a chance. If they'd just left them alone... WHY COULDN'T THEY LEAVE THEM ALONE?
Yuuta didn't care that it felt like his back was on fire, that healing, raw skin was being stretched too far and was freshly bleeding again. All he cared about was Echizen Ryoma, who was far too skinny for his own good, just as stubborn as Yuuta was, who was overworked and tired and wanted nothing more than to lie around like a lazy couch potato... who deserved so much more than this, much more than being offed by a creepy old bastard while handcuffed to a fucking bed.
Anger. Fear. Rage. Panic. Desperation. That was all that fueled him, all that he felt when he stole the motorcycle and made his way toward the student center, the vehicle rapidly melting from under him. More images flashed by-- the old man again, that fucking gleeful grin of his, a needle-- and that was when something cold dropped into the pit of his stomach at the realization, nauseating him so much so that he nearly hurled-- toolatetoolatetoolate!! Anger and rage was handy right about then, drowning out the sense of hopelessness that was nearly suffocating him, driving him forward until he just about crashed into the building, carrying him up the stairs and finally, through a familiar set of doors.
Ryoma was tired. He was very tired. He didn’t think he’d been awake much in the past few days – it was hard to tell, when he didn’t have a clock or a calendar, but he was pretty sure it had been a couple of days between when he’d been… captured, for lack of a better word, and today. He’d been moved, once, to someplace he recognized was the Student Center where Gakuto worked; he remembered that was where it was supposed to happen, but he didn’t know what day it had been, what day it was…
The only thing that had kept him sane was talking to Yuuta – Yuuta, who’d been hurt, but was recovering, who was both worrying and cute all at once in his drugged state, who kept saying he’d come after Ryoma and Ryoma knew he would, but he had to wait, wait until Yuuta was all right, because getting Yuuta hurt over this had been the last thing he’d ever wanted. But then, today, that creepy old man had come in with his creepy grin and said that Ryoma’d never have to see him again. He’d left, and Ryoma had thought that maybe, just maybe things would change. Maybe someone had done something. Maybe the future could be changed.
But then he’d lost Yuuta – there was fiery rage on the other end of the link Ryoma’d been nursing, and then he couldn’t tell exactly what Yuuta was thinking but it hadn’t been good. It had been red-hot and urgent, and there was no reasoning with him. And just when he’d decided to try again, that freaking old man had come back, with his freaking creepy grin.
And a needle.
He’d wasted no time in glancing at his watch, muttering something self-satisfied to himself, and squeezing the liquid in the syringe into Ryoma’s bloodstream. And then, with definite urgency, he’d checked the cuff around Ryoma’s hand and bid him a grand farewell. And said the fireworks should be especially good from here.
Time had seemed to stop for a minute, as reality sunk in. Ryoma didn’t know what the hell had just happened, but he knew the definite outcome. He was going to die. Whatever had been in that syringe had been the harbinger of his death. And Yuuta was still too red-hot with rage to reach, and what was the point; Ryoma had phased his hand out of the cuff, but really. What was the point. It was over. His stomach felt like it was filled with lead as he did the only thing he really could do – he curled up on the bed and waited to die.
He thought he could already feel it starting – thoughts were tumbling in and out of his head like radio static as the shields he could normally keep up with less effort than breathing slowly started to crumble of their own accord. But then the door burst open, bringing with it a wave of heat so intense Ryoma’s skin felt like it was too tight, before he realized it was Yuuta and became immune to the heat, the lead weight in his stomach suddenly turning to panic as he realized what this meant. And how it was already too late.
“Y- Yuuta!”
"...Where's that old man? WHERE'S THAT FUCKING OLD MAN!?" The words burst out of Yuuta's mouth before he realized what he was doing. There were large, burning holes in his clothing, rimmed with black and fiery orange, threatening to disintegrate the fabric from his very body.
Anger. Fear. Rage. Hopelessness. NO. It wasn't too late. He just had to kill that fucker. Incinerate that fucking grin off his face. Watch him burn with glee. Make him pay for what he did to Ryoma.
Ryoma… stared. He’d never seen Yuuta like this – never seen Yuuta approaching anything like this, and it was funny, because even though he knew he was going to die, and soon, he was still instinctively scared. Without his shields, he felt Yuuta’s emotions like they were his own – maybe they were his own, it was getting harder and harder to tell as Ryoma struggled to sit up on the bed, feeling dizzy though he wasn’t sure if the cause was physical or not. It was as though he was feeling too much and not enough all at once – something inside of him was trying to break free, and it wasn’t going to stay at bay for long. The fear was overshadowed by need, as he stumbled off the bed, arms up to push Yuuta out the door.
“He’s gone – he left, he – Yuuta, you have to leave. You have to leave.” Yuuta was so angry, it threatened to make Ryoma angry, but he just… couldn’t get angry. Not right now. But he was scared, and worried, and panicked, and every second that ticked by was another second of his life running out, how long did he have?
It was all that fucker's fault. All his fault. Ryoma was supposed to graduate. They were supposed to find an apartment and live together. He was supposed to keep Ryoma from becoming a professional bum! But that asshole had to ruin it all. Ruin it all for them. Kill him. Kill him! Take revenge. That was all Yuuta had to do to make things right. But something was pushing at him, trying to force him to do something he didn't want.
"Get your fucking hands offa me!" Yuuta nearly screamed at Ryoma, not recognizing him through his fury.
Ryoma jumped. It was like Yuuta didn’t even see him… Yuuta’s rage was beating at him like an angry ocean, trying to sweep him away, but if he let it affect him… it might just speed things up. And Yuuta was still here - and he couldn’t be, he couldn’t be here when it happened, or he’d die too –
“No!” Ryoma shut his eyes and shoved, trying to push Yuuta out the door, trying not to get worked up or panicked or angry but it was already too late, why was Yuuta so angry, why did it have to be this way? A wave of utter despair washed over him as he realized that, even if he got Yuuta out the door, the last thing he’d ever see would be Yuuta so angry, and it was better than that freaking old man, but it wasn’t the Yuuta he knew.
The despair and panic only kept building – and riding on the tail of it was that something, that power that was trying to get free. Ryoma stumbled, shoved at Yuuta again. “Get out! Go away!” He thought that Yuuta’s heat had made the air go blurry for a moment, before he realized that it wasn’t the air, it was him – he was crying.
It didn’t matter now. Everything was crumbling – his defenses, his shields, he couldn’t hold them up much longer, it was like his body was trying to betray him. Yuuta was crazy and angry and he had to leave. And all Ryoma could do was stand there and shove at him and cry at him, and this wasn’t how it was supposed to end.
Who was this skinny little twig trying to force him out? What right did he have to hide that asshole who ruined everything? Just the thought of him hiding that old fucker only made Yuuta's blood boil.
Crazed, furious eyes widened as they bore down on the twig, burning, smoldering hands grabbing its small shoulders. "Get the fuck away from me you--" Snowy white hair. Crystal blue (weren't they supposed to be a ridiculous shade of gold?) eyes. Ryoma had such a distinctive look about him. Ryoma... Ryoma. He was there but... but crying. And--
"Oh God," Yuuta whispered, suddenly quiet, suddenly calmer, his fury and anger having burnt themselves out. "Oh God, Ryoma." He was crying, crying no he can't cry! He was going to die and no, he can't cry like this-- not because of him! Yuuta's arms immediately wrapped themselves protectively around Ryoma, quickly pressing him against his still hot but cooling body-- anger replaced by regret.
Yuuta had grabbed him with hands that would have burned anyone without his own immunity to the heat, and had started yelling at him – and then suddenly stopped. And just as suddenly the rage had died, drained away and Yuuta had pulled Ryoma into a hug and for just a few seconds, Ryoma forgot to think and he grabbed Yuuta back and cried, because he was scared and he didn’t want to die and now that Yuuta was here - really here - everything would be okay.
But the respite was all too brief – not thirty seconds later, there was another tug at the back of his mind, stronger than before, and his skin started to prickle and it was going to break free, everything he’d been holding onto for years was going to break free, and Yuuta was still here –
Ryoma desperately tried to control the angry monster in the back of his mind as he blinked his eyes open and shifted, glancing up at Yuuta. He took a deep breath, trying to get enough air into his lungs to speak. “You have to go. Please. It’s – I don’t know, it’s gonna...”
Ryoma didn't have to finish the sentence. Yuuta felt his strength drain from him. All the hope he had of living a life with Ryoma, of having some sort of future with the other young man-- no, it wasn't gone. Not really. Instead of disappearing, draining away, those dreams only grew more adamant... stubborn. And Yuuta suddenly became calmer, once he realized his decision.
"Not... not going anywhere," he breathed, a wavering smile appearing over his lips. He reached up, hand shaky, letting his thumb gently wipe the tears from Ryoma's cheek.
Ryoma blinked. It was suddenly like there were two wars going on inside of him: one between his fast-crumbling control and the power that was slowly working to overcome it, and the other between his opposing needs for Yuuta to stay with him, or to run like hell away right now before… before…
“But you’ll die.” Actually saying the words made it real – he was going to die, die and if Yuuta didn’t leave now… “I don’t want you to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t – I don’t want to.” Despite the fact that Yuuta was trying to wipe his tears away, more kept falling; all of his strength, emotional and physical, was evaporating, and it felt like his legs were going to give way as he grabbed Yuuta more tightly, half of him needing to, desperately, and half of him repeating that he couldn’t, that he was going to condemn Yuuta to death like this.
A wave of dizziness hit him, along with another tug at the back of his mind, and Ryoma winced, his skin pricking hot again, and now his vision was starting to ring itself with pink, like before, like when he’d synched his father and the power had tried to burn him up. He swayed on his feet a bit, still staying upright, pulling Yuuta closer despite the danger. But now both power and fear were starting to creep under his skin. “It’s… If you don’t go right now… I really can’t hold on,” he whispered into the skin of Yuuta’s shoulder. Whatever that old man had given him, it was stripping away his control and there wasn’t much left. Yuuta was starting to feel warm – hot – to the touch as Ryoma realized his synch was slipping.
It was... terrifying. It wasn't like the situation didn't lend itself to the fact that they were, for the most part, at the brink of death, but to actually say they were going to die...
And yet, Yuuta's hold never loosened. Instead, he clung harder to Ryoma, pressing him, nearly crushing him against his chest, too desperate to let go. He wanted to live but he wanted to live with Ryoma. And if he couldn't have that then... he didn't want anything at all.
"I'm not... I'm not going anywhere, Stupid," he whispered, murmuring against Ryoma's ear, his breath shakey as his body began to tremble, trying to break his resolve. He swallowed, his jaw clenching as he found himself trying not to break down. They were going to die. Ryoma was going to die, and Yuuta couldn't imagine life without him. "I'm not going anywhere without you."
Yuuta was now hot – burning – to the touch, but Ryoma didn’t care as he buried his hands in what was left of Yuuta’s shirt at his back and breathed in the familiar scent of ash. He wasn’t leaving, no matter what Ryoma said; most of Ryoma’s mind was angry at himself, angry for letting himself get involved, for not being strong enough to push Yuuta away weeks ago when he’d tried. But the rest of him, the selfish part of him, was guiltily relieved that he wasn’t going to be alone. No matter how wrong it was to think that.
He tried to even out his breathing, tried to regain control for just a little longer. He was fighting a losing battle every step of the way, but Yuuta was scared, and Ryoma was scared too, but he didn’t want Yuuta to be scared, even if it sounded stupid. “Heh – p-promise I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he said, throat feeling raw. “I’m – m’sorry. Don’t… it won’t hurt, okay?” He could at least do that – he could make it so it wouldn’t hurt. He could end it right before he lost control. And that was going to be very, very soon, he realized.
Hot fingers buried themselves into Ryoma's hair, not realizing that they could be burning him. "Don't... don't be sorry," Yuuta managed to say, lips lightly brushing against Ryoma's ear, voice low as he tried his hardest to stay calm. But it was hard... so hard to keep his breath from hitching every few seconds. Only a few seconds. How long did they have? There was no way of knowing it but it couldn't have been long. He did the only thing he could think of doing at the moment, kissing Ryoma's cheek, tasting salty tears at his lips. "I'm- I'm ready," he said, a wobbly smile on his lips. "Just... don't leave me behind."
“I won’t –” Ryoma promised – it was getting hard to speak, his throat closing up and he didn’t know if it was from the power or from something else. He let go of Yuuta’s shirt, only to loop his arms around the other’s neck instead, pulling him close and pressing lips to his neck, not caring how it burned because in a second it wouldn’t hurt anymore anyway.
**Thank you** he said, knowing it wasn’t enough, but it was all he could do. That, and bend the power to do one more thing for him before it broke free, even as it crawled up his spine and over his skin and it would only be seconds now as every synch he’d ever made crumbled into nothing and the power burned him – them – up from the inside out. But a few seconds were all he needed to reach out and stop all of their thoughts and bring absolute numb – and then there was nothing more.
Rating: Uh... death? :x
Summary: Yuuta attempts a rescue, but he arrives too late. Uh. Ryoma and Yuuta go kaboom. ;_;
Yuuta wasn't crazy, and he wasn't hallucinating or hearing things because of the painkillers that were pumped into his system. He could hear Ryoma; he could talk to him even through the haze of his mind, which began to thin with each day, with each hour, leaving him more coherent and aware. Knowing that Ryoma was alive, speaking with him telepathically, kept Yuuta calm and relieved even though he threatened every hour to just get up and find his boyfriend. But Ryoma always managed to pacify him enough to stay in bed until he got a little better-- they'd find a way to each other eventually.
But the situation quickly changed. A new place. An old man. Handcuffs that dug into skin. Utter confusion. No, that was not a good combination in any way or form, and all Yuuta could do was watch, dumbfounded.
It was for Ryoma's own good. Ryoma should be happy he won't see him anymore. It's just better this way-- for everyone. There was still only confusion emanating from Ryoma, but Yuuta's mind jumped to the worst possible scenario-- they were going to kill him. They were going to kill Ryoma. They weren't even going to give him a chance. If they'd just left them alone... WHY COULDN'T THEY LEAVE THEM ALONE?
Yuuta didn't care that it felt like his back was on fire, that healing, raw skin was being stretched too far and was freshly bleeding again. All he cared about was Echizen Ryoma, who was far too skinny for his own good, just as stubborn as Yuuta was, who was overworked and tired and wanted nothing more than to lie around like a lazy couch potato... who deserved so much more than this, much more than being offed by a creepy old bastard while handcuffed to a fucking bed.
Anger. Fear. Rage. Panic. Desperation. That was all that fueled him, all that he felt when he stole the motorcycle and made his way toward the student center, the vehicle rapidly melting from under him. More images flashed by-- the old man again, that fucking gleeful grin of his, a needle-- and that was when something cold dropped into the pit of his stomach at the realization, nauseating him so much so that he nearly hurled-- toolatetoolatetoolate!! Anger and rage was handy right about then, drowning out the sense of hopelessness that was nearly suffocating him, driving him forward until he just about crashed into the building, carrying him up the stairs and finally, through a familiar set of doors.
Ryoma was tired. He was very tired. He didn’t think he’d been awake much in the past few days – it was hard to tell, when he didn’t have a clock or a calendar, but he was pretty sure it had been a couple of days between when he’d been… captured, for lack of a better word, and today. He’d been moved, once, to someplace he recognized was the Student Center where Gakuto worked; he remembered that was where it was supposed to happen, but he didn’t know what day it had been, what day it was…
The only thing that had kept him sane was talking to Yuuta – Yuuta, who’d been hurt, but was recovering, who was both worrying and cute all at once in his drugged state, who kept saying he’d come after Ryoma and Ryoma knew he would, but he had to wait, wait until Yuuta was all right, because getting Yuuta hurt over this had been the last thing he’d ever wanted. But then, today, that creepy old man had come in with his creepy grin and said that Ryoma’d never have to see him again. He’d left, and Ryoma had thought that maybe, just maybe things would change. Maybe someone had done something. Maybe the future could be changed.
But then he’d lost Yuuta – there was fiery rage on the other end of the link Ryoma’d been nursing, and then he couldn’t tell exactly what Yuuta was thinking but it hadn’t been good. It had been red-hot and urgent, and there was no reasoning with him. And just when he’d decided to try again, that freaking old man had come back, with his freaking creepy grin.
And a needle.
He’d wasted no time in glancing at his watch, muttering something self-satisfied to himself, and squeezing the liquid in the syringe into Ryoma’s bloodstream. And then, with definite urgency, he’d checked the cuff around Ryoma’s hand and bid him a grand farewell. And said the fireworks should be especially good from here.
Time had seemed to stop for a minute, as reality sunk in. Ryoma didn’t know what the hell had just happened, but he knew the definite outcome. He was going to die. Whatever had been in that syringe had been the harbinger of his death. And Yuuta was still too red-hot with rage to reach, and what was the point; Ryoma had phased his hand out of the cuff, but really. What was the point. It was over. His stomach felt like it was filled with lead as he did the only thing he really could do – he curled up on the bed and waited to die.
He thought he could already feel it starting – thoughts were tumbling in and out of his head like radio static as the shields he could normally keep up with less effort than breathing slowly started to crumble of their own accord. But then the door burst open, bringing with it a wave of heat so intense Ryoma’s skin felt like it was too tight, before he realized it was Yuuta and became immune to the heat, the lead weight in his stomach suddenly turning to panic as he realized what this meant. And how it was already too late.
“Y- Yuuta!”
"...Where's that old man? WHERE'S THAT FUCKING OLD MAN!?" The words burst out of Yuuta's mouth before he realized what he was doing. There were large, burning holes in his clothing, rimmed with black and fiery orange, threatening to disintegrate the fabric from his very body.
Anger. Fear. Rage. Hopelessness. NO. It wasn't too late. He just had to kill that fucker. Incinerate that fucking grin off his face. Watch him burn with glee. Make him pay for what he did to Ryoma.
Ryoma… stared. He’d never seen Yuuta like this – never seen Yuuta approaching anything like this, and it was funny, because even though he knew he was going to die, and soon, he was still instinctively scared. Without his shields, he felt Yuuta’s emotions like they were his own – maybe they were his own, it was getting harder and harder to tell as Ryoma struggled to sit up on the bed, feeling dizzy though he wasn’t sure if the cause was physical or not. It was as though he was feeling too much and not enough all at once – something inside of him was trying to break free, and it wasn’t going to stay at bay for long. The fear was overshadowed by need, as he stumbled off the bed, arms up to push Yuuta out the door.
“He’s gone – he left, he – Yuuta, you have to leave. You have to leave.” Yuuta was so angry, it threatened to make Ryoma angry, but he just… couldn’t get angry. Not right now. But he was scared, and worried, and panicked, and every second that ticked by was another second of his life running out, how long did he have?
It was all that fucker's fault. All his fault. Ryoma was supposed to graduate. They were supposed to find an apartment and live together. He was supposed to keep Ryoma from becoming a professional bum! But that asshole had to ruin it all. Ruin it all for them. Kill him. Kill him! Take revenge. That was all Yuuta had to do to make things right. But something was pushing at him, trying to force him to do something he didn't want.
"Get your fucking hands offa me!" Yuuta nearly screamed at Ryoma, not recognizing him through his fury.
Ryoma jumped. It was like Yuuta didn’t even see him… Yuuta’s rage was beating at him like an angry ocean, trying to sweep him away, but if he let it affect him… it might just speed things up. And Yuuta was still here - and he couldn’t be, he couldn’t be here when it happened, or he’d die too –
“No!” Ryoma shut his eyes and shoved, trying to push Yuuta out the door, trying not to get worked up or panicked or angry but it was already too late, why was Yuuta so angry, why did it have to be this way? A wave of utter despair washed over him as he realized that, even if he got Yuuta out the door, the last thing he’d ever see would be Yuuta so angry, and it was better than that freaking old man, but it wasn’t the Yuuta he knew.
The despair and panic only kept building – and riding on the tail of it was that something, that power that was trying to get free. Ryoma stumbled, shoved at Yuuta again. “Get out! Go away!” He thought that Yuuta’s heat had made the air go blurry for a moment, before he realized that it wasn’t the air, it was him – he was crying.
It didn’t matter now. Everything was crumbling – his defenses, his shields, he couldn’t hold them up much longer, it was like his body was trying to betray him. Yuuta was crazy and angry and he had to leave. And all Ryoma could do was stand there and shove at him and cry at him, and this wasn’t how it was supposed to end.
Who was this skinny little twig trying to force him out? What right did he have to hide that asshole who ruined everything? Just the thought of him hiding that old fucker only made Yuuta's blood boil.
Crazed, furious eyes widened as they bore down on the twig, burning, smoldering hands grabbing its small shoulders. "Get the fuck away from me you--" Snowy white hair. Crystal blue (weren't they supposed to be a ridiculous shade of gold?) eyes. Ryoma had such a distinctive look about him. Ryoma... Ryoma. He was there but... but crying. And--
"Oh God," Yuuta whispered, suddenly quiet, suddenly calmer, his fury and anger having burnt themselves out. "Oh God, Ryoma." He was crying, crying no he can't cry! He was going to die and no, he can't cry like this-- not because of him! Yuuta's arms immediately wrapped themselves protectively around Ryoma, quickly pressing him against his still hot but cooling body-- anger replaced by regret.
Yuuta had grabbed him with hands that would have burned anyone without his own immunity to the heat, and had started yelling at him – and then suddenly stopped. And just as suddenly the rage had died, drained away and Yuuta had pulled Ryoma into a hug and for just a few seconds, Ryoma forgot to think and he grabbed Yuuta back and cried, because he was scared and he didn’t want to die and now that Yuuta was here - really here - everything would be okay.
But the respite was all too brief – not thirty seconds later, there was another tug at the back of his mind, stronger than before, and his skin started to prickle and it was going to break free, everything he’d been holding onto for years was going to break free, and Yuuta was still here –
Ryoma desperately tried to control the angry monster in the back of his mind as he blinked his eyes open and shifted, glancing up at Yuuta. He took a deep breath, trying to get enough air into his lungs to speak. “You have to go. Please. It’s – I don’t know, it’s gonna...”
Ryoma didn't have to finish the sentence. Yuuta felt his strength drain from him. All the hope he had of living a life with Ryoma, of having some sort of future with the other young man-- no, it wasn't gone. Not really. Instead of disappearing, draining away, those dreams only grew more adamant... stubborn. And Yuuta suddenly became calmer, once he realized his decision.
"Not... not going anywhere," he breathed, a wavering smile appearing over his lips. He reached up, hand shaky, letting his thumb gently wipe the tears from Ryoma's cheek.
Ryoma blinked. It was suddenly like there were two wars going on inside of him: one between his fast-crumbling control and the power that was slowly working to overcome it, and the other between his opposing needs for Yuuta to stay with him, or to run like hell away right now before… before…
“But you’ll die.” Actually saying the words made it real – he was going to die, die and if Yuuta didn’t leave now… “I don’t want you to die. I don’t want to die. I don’t – I don’t want to.” Despite the fact that Yuuta was trying to wipe his tears away, more kept falling; all of his strength, emotional and physical, was evaporating, and it felt like his legs were going to give way as he grabbed Yuuta more tightly, half of him needing to, desperately, and half of him repeating that he couldn’t, that he was going to condemn Yuuta to death like this.
A wave of dizziness hit him, along with another tug at the back of his mind, and Ryoma winced, his skin pricking hot again, and now his vision was starting to ring itself with pink, like before, like when he’d synched his father and the power had tried to burn him up. He swayed on his feet a bit, still staying upright, pulling Yuuta closer despite the danger. But now both power and fear were starting to creep under his skin. “It’s… If you don’t go right now… I really can’t hold on,” he whispered into the skin of Yuuta’s shoulder. Whatever that old man had given him, it was stripping away his control and there wasn’t much left. Yuuta was starting to feel warm – hot – to the touch as Ryoma realized his synch was slipping.
It was... terrifying. It wasn't like the situation didn't lend itself to the fact that they were, for the most part, at the brink of death, but to actually say they were going to die...
And yet, Yuuta's hold never loosened. Instead, he clung harder to Ryoma, pressing him, nearly crushing him against his chest, too desperate to let go. He wanted to live but he wanted to live with Ryoma. And if he couldn't have that then... he didn't want anything at all.
"I'm not... I'm not going anywhere, Stupid," he whispered, murmuring against Ryoma's ear, his breath shakey as his body began to tremble, trying to break his resolve. He swallowed, his jaw clenching as he found himself trying not to break down. They were going to die. Ryoma was going to die, and Yuuta couldn't imagine life without him. "I'm not going anywhere without you."
Yuuta was now hot – burning – to the touch, but Ryoma didn’t care as he buried his hands in what was left of Yuuta’s shirt at his back and breathed in the familiar scent of ash. He wasn’t leaving, no matter what Ryoma said; most of Ryoma’s mind was angry at himself, angry for letting himself get involved, for not being strong enough to push Yuuta away weeks ago when he’d tried. But the rest of him, the selfish part of him, was guiltily relieved that he wasn’t going to be alone. No matter how wrong it was to think that.
He tried to even out his breathing, tried to regain control for just a little longer. He was fighting a losing battle every step of the way, but Yuuta was scared, and Ryoma was scared too, but he didn’t want Yuuta to be scared, even if it sounded stupid. “Heh – p-promise I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he said, throat feeling raw. “I’m – m’sorry. Don’t… it won’t hurt, okay?” He could at least do that – he could make it so it wouldn’t hurt. He could end it right before he lost control. And that was going to be very, very soon, he realized.
Hot fingers buried themselves into Ryoma's hair, not realizing that they could be burning him. "Don't... don't be sorry," Yuuta managed to say, lips lightly brushing against Ryoma's ear, voice low as he tried his hardest to stay calm. But it was hard... so hard to keep his breath from hitching every few seconds. Only a few seconds. How long did they have? There was no way of knowing it but it couldn't have been long. He did the only thing he could think of doing at the moment, kissing Ryoma's cheek, tasting salty tears at his lips. "I'm- I'm ready," he said, a wobbly smile on his lips. "Just... don't leave me behind."
“I won’t –” Ryoma promised – it was getting hard to speak, his throat closing up and he didn’t know if it was from the power or from something else. He let go of Yuuta’s shirt, only to loop his arms around the other’s neck instead, pulling him close and pressing lips to his neck, not caring how it burned because in a second it wouldn’t hurt anymore anyway.
**Thank you** he said, knowing it wasn’t enough, but it was all he could do. That, and bend the power to do one more thing for him before it broke free, even as it crawled up his spine and over his skin and it would only be seconds now as every synch he’d ever made crumbled into nothing and the power burned him – them – up from the inside out. But a few seconds were all he needed to reach out and stop all of their thoughts and bring absolute numb – and then there was nothing more.
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Date: 2007-08-15 09:11 am (UTC)au!Momo isn't going to be a happy camper hearing about this once he's home. :/
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Date: 2007-08-15 06:42 pm (UTC)::pats him:: Awww, Momo~ :x We actually kind of have an awesomely dumb plan so they end up kinda-almost-maybe not quite dead for good... >>;
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Date: 2007-08-15 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-08-15 06:55 pm (UTC)Yeah, it'll be kinda okay in the end. Since Ryoma kinda of... killed them before their bodies died, they became astral energy, and are kind of... still floating around. XD; Probably in the NV. And are probably going to creep Kaidoh out from time to time. :D; (We were grasping at straws, we couldn't deal wiith them being dead. ;_;)
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Date: 2007-08-15 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-15 07:17 pm (UTC)Besides. XD; They're not... solid enough to be real ghosts. He just might feel like he's being watched or something every once in a while. Ryoma and Yuuta are probably going to feel the same way, though what's left of their AU!selves can't really communicate with anyone very much.
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Date: 2007-08-15 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-15 07:20 pm (UTC)I really thought we'd figured out that they wouldn't die, a while ago. But alas, reality prevailed. :x
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