tenipuri_xp | RP Log: Nanjiroh & Ryoma (Reply)

Date: Friday afternoon (Feb 3) after training, about 4pm
Rating: Just some language
Summary: The Horrendous Psi Kablooey! Nanjiroh and Ryoma have an argument. Ryoma synchs Nanjiroh. The astral plane goes BOOM. D:

Well, it had been inevitable, Ryoma supposed, glancing around the basement classroom with barely-concealed annoyance. His father had been waiting for him outside the locker rooms and had all-but-accosted him the second he’d emerged, grabbing Ryoma’s arm and dragging him into the nearest empty room. He admitted he’d been avoiding his father – this whole Shadow incident was not something he wanted to hear his father’s opinion on – but apparently his luck had run out.

“What d’you want?” he asked flatly, finally looking up at his father.

"What do you think you're doing..?!" He had to know. There was something seriously wrong going on with the whole Niou situation. "You need to stop seeing that... that... boy! Do you really think any of it’s going to work out in the first place?" Nanjiroh wasn't going to make much sense at the moment. He was confused and rather pissed off. Not a good combination. "Forget that. You're still my son... you are not to see that boy."

Ryoma blinked. What? Where the hell had – and just what did – what. The fuck. “What?” Arms that had been crossed dropped to his sides as he continued to stare, gaze growing harder as he quickly became not so much annoyed as very, very angry. “No.” His father had no right to tell him anything about Niou – or, hell, anyone else he might have wanted to see. Regardless of where the hell this had come from. Maybe it was because of Shadow – Ryoma didn’t care. His father couldn’t tell him what to do. Not like that.

"Don't argue with me, boy. This isn't something that’s up for discussion. Ever since you met that boy, you've been even more disrespectful. I'm your father, I deserve to be treated like one."

Yeah, well I’m nearly an adult and I deserve to be treated like one, too, Ryoma thought angrily, not caring whether his father heard it or not. “I don’t care,” he said out loud. “You can’t control my life like that anymore. There’s no discussion – I said no.” And he turned on his heel and headed for the door. He refused to argue the point – he wasn’t going to stop seeing Niou just because his stupid father didn’t get along with him.

Nanjiroh grumbled before holding up a hand. Ryoma would soon find himself turning around and walking back towards Nanjiroh. "You're nearly an adult. But, not quite. You need to realize I'm looking out for your best interest.”

Ryoma tensed – or would have, if he could – as his body turned around and marched back into the room seemingly of its own accord. “Stoppit,” he growled, glaring up at his father – arguing was one thing, but this was another. And he was not going to stand there (relatively speaking) and take it. He wasn’t going to continue arguing when he’d already given his father his answer.

No one else was around – they’d all left. If he dropped his shields he wouldn’t get anyone but his father. “Y’know, two can play that game.”

"If you really want to do that... go ahead. It's your funeral, boy." Of course, Nanjiroh would call the bluff. If Ryoma wanted to risk it he could. Frowning a bit, he folded his arms across his chest.

“Fine.” And Ryoma dropped his shields.

For a second he was okay. He felt his power find his father, latch on, and then –

Everything went white. He couldn’t see or feel or hear or think. All he knew was that there was power, and it was filling every cell in his body – painfully – and it still wasn’t enough and it wanted more. It hurt. It hurt a lot. And it was going to burn him up from the inside out if it didn’t find someplace to go. Now.

Nanjiroh's eyes widened. He had actually planned on only letting Ryoma take a bit of his powers. But, lately he had lost a bit of control himself. He blamed it on being out of practice. But it was probably something a lot more than just that. "Shit..." The older Echizen fell to his knees slowly. He had always wondered what it would like to be missing his powers. But, having them leeched away was definitely not something he wanted.

The power just kept building. And building. Ryoma forgot where he was – nearly forgot who he was – lost in the white-hot static for what seemed like an eternity. The power was scouring his mind clean – until he thought he heard something, a sound – his father’s voice, saying something -

And he suddenly remembered what was going on. And realized he needed to do something - fast - or everything he was would be burned away. He tried to form a coherent thought – any thought – and the only one that came to mind was to push. Push the power out, away from himself, so that he could think and see and feel again. Get it out.

So Ryoma summoned all the failing mental strength he had left and shoved, trying to close himself off, make himself as small as possible and make it all go away.

There was only one thing left for Nanjiroh to say. And that was Goodbye. Did he think he wasn't going to make it? That was a huge possibility. He fell forward and hit the ground rather... well... not very nicely

Everything went away in one dizzying wave, taking all of Ryoma’s energy with it. The power ripped out of him without control, spreading outwards in a chaotic explosion that left him trying to numbly blink his vision back into working. For a moment he couldn’t tell if it was the lights flickering or if it was his vision – but then they went out completely.

Not that he cared. He was so dizzy, and tired, and it felt much, much worse than the times he’d tried to synch Kirihara. Every part of him, mind and body, felt burned raw. His throat hurt like he’d been screaming, and his ears were ringing so loudly that he couldn’t hear anything else.

All he had time to do, really, was register the dark heap on the floor in front of him that must be his father before Ryoma hit the floor himself.

[Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's all Ryoma's fault. <3 Er. He'd be sorry if he wasn't ~~a brat~~ going to be passed out until Tuesday.]