[RP Log] Sanada, Sengoku

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Date: Saturday, Feb. 11
Rating: PG
Summary: Following this post, Sengoku headed on over to the Brotherhood to visit Sanada and proceeded to make a mess of his room and fell asleep there. They wake up in the morning, Sanada reluctantly goes to the mall with him, and the mall blows up around them, leaving Sengoku with a broken leg and Sanada unscathed.



It had been…weird to fall asleep. Uncomfortable. Sanada had laid in bed, staring up at his ceiling, listening to the steady breathing of the other teen in his room. In the end he didn’t get much sleep, maybe he should have kicked Sengoku up. It had already put a significant cramp in his morning routine. Sanada woke up at six a.m. like always but he didn’t go out to jog, hadn’t eaten anything yet, and just hadn’t left his room. He didn’t really trust Sengoku in his room alone. The older teen glanced at his clock again even though he already knew the time, it was almost ten. What time did Sengoku wake up anyways?

Sengoku had, as he promised in Sanada's journal the night before, come over to visit Sanada, complete with a sneaky nose rub to Sanada's shirt, satisfying the itch he complained of having. And somehow, he managed to weasel his way into Sanada's room, crooning over it and getting rice cracker crumbs all over his floor. However, that didn't deter Sengoku from falling asleep on the low coffee table, head pillowed against his crossed arms, blanket draped loosely over his shoulders. It hadn't been all that comfortable, but it was enough for the younger teen who had been sleeping soundly for about eight hours. Normally, he'd be sleeping longer on the weekend, but sleeping bent over on a table wasn't exactly very appealing to his slightly aching body. Slowly, eventually, he regained consciousness, a yawn escaping his lips as he tried to straighten, his back protesting slightly. "Mmm..." he sighed, sleepy, drowsy jade eyes moving along the unfamiliar wall. "...Huh?"

Sanada almost sighed in relief when Sengoku woke up. He’d been waiting long enough that it seemed like it wouldn’t come. Maybe he should have woken the other boy up much earlier but that was in the past now. “You’re up,” he commented blankly, obviously. He didn’t bother with anything else, got up and yanked the blanket from Sengoku (he’d thrown it onto the other boy half-heartedly last night) and tossed it back on his bed. “Now go,” he told Sengoku without fanfare. He knew, had to admit, he was strangely soft towards the other boy. Maybe it was because the strange kid was so determined to make friends, with Sanada of all people. And that was enough to make him uncertain and hesitant. But that didn’t mean he approved of lazing in bed (or the equivalent thereof) and the crumbs on his floor and of course the casual familiarity. They did not know each other that well.

Sengoku felt a whoosh of colder air on his skin and he couldn't help but shiver slightly, an unhappy frown curving his lips downward. Arms wrapping around himself, he turned and pouted at Sanada, now that he remembered where he was. "Go already? But we haven't had breakfast yet."

It was true that Sanada hadn’t eaten yet. “It’s practically lunch time,” maybe he was exaggerating but it felt far too late to eat for him. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be or somewhere you need to go?” he asked with a hint of impatience. Sengoku was just perfectly infuriating and he was still half asleep.

Lunch time... somewhere to go... The little wheels and cogs in Sengoku's brain began to stiffly move again, now that he was somewhat sufficiently awake. "Oooh... yeah... actually, I sorta do..." He paused in contemplating for a moment before bouncing up stretching is achey and stiff body.

“Then…get to it.” Sanada felt like a mother, though his own mother never had much trouble with him or his brother when he’d still been at home. Sanada had enough drive to power five people, he didn’t need people to tell him to get moving or to wake him up because he was always the first up after his grandfather.

“I’ll see you around,” he bit out forcefully, was he really going to? Sanada wasn’t sure if he wanted to see Sengoku again but he had the distinct feeling that he had no choice.

Sengoku blinked at Sanada, arms stretched out over his head. "But you're coming with me!"

Sengoku seemed to be developing a tendency towards deciding things without asking Sanada. “Why?” he asked, ready to fight a battle he probably would not win. Sometimes it was just much easier (and more effective) to give in. It wasn’t worth the time to argue with Sengoku, better just to get it done. Or that’s what he told himself.

"Didn't we decide to eat out sometime? I think now's a perfect time to do that~" Because the mall had a food court!

“That depends on your idea of perfect? Does it occur to you that I might have something planned?” He didn’t. But it was just the principle of things.

...Good one! Sengoku hadn't thought of that, actually, something almost telling him that he'd probably be able to get away with going somewhere with Sanada today. "Oh! Then you have something to do today?" he asked, not at all phased.

“…no, but you really should get in the habit of asking before you decide on something when it involves more than just you,” Sanada chided as if talking to a small child. But at the same time he already knew he was going wherever it was that Sengoku wanted to go. “Where are you going?”

"Aww~ I'm sorry," he apologized, vaguely remembering he was always like this with his friends at his old school. "I won't do it again, okay?" he asked, trying to appease Sanada. He shuffled over, looking Sanada up and down, as if appraising him. "Well~ I need to go to the mall. Need some clothes since I lost all of mine." He pointed to his shirt and pants. "Been wearing these for a few days now~"

Sanada blinked at Sengoku, tugging his hat down lower over his eyes. “You want me to go shopping with you?” he asked in an incredulous tone. That was so…normal. Not that he lived his life in a strictly abnormal way but he couldn’t recall the last time someone had asked him to go do something like that with them.

Sengoku nodded in response, quite adamant about it. "You can buy stuff too, you know~ and I won't take that long. I just need something else to wear!"

Adjusting his cap slowly as if to buy time to consider Sanada glimpsed Sengoku from under the bill of his cap. “Fine,” he replied, making show of sounding reluctant when really he couldn’t think of a reason not to.

Sengoku beamed, showing Sanada he was very happy with the decision and by making him happy, Sanada should feel good for being so nice to him! "Then we should get ready~ where's the bathroom around this place anyway?"

“Right there,” Sanada pointed to the door leading to the washroom. He’d already done everything, tiptoeing around the room since six a.m. he just needed to get changed.

Now that was pretty convenient! "Okay, be out in a sec~" And he pranced on it, shutting the door lightly behind him to go wash up.

Tugging his cap off Sanada set it aside as he looked for something to change into. He heard the water start, running quietly with the door closed between them. He was pulling a black t-shirt over his head when he heard the distinct sound of…brushing. And he only had one toothbrush. The collar of his shirt still stuck over his head he almost barked at Sengoku, “Are you using my toothbrush?”

The brushing continued for a moment before finally pausing. ".............No~!" And Sengoku went back to brushing his teeth.

Sanada resisted the urge to yell at him. It was…gross.

Well…now he had to get a new toothbrush. Tugging the shirt down he grunted softly in irritation before finding some pants to pull on.

His teeth all clean, Sengoku washed off the toothbrush and rinsed his mouth, then went on ahead to wash his face. Feeling more refreshed, he stepped out of the bathroom to beam at Sanada with pearly white teeth~ "Are you ready?"

Sanada was just tugging his hat back on, shooting Sengoku an unkind glare from underneath the bill. “Yeah,” he answered briskly, ushering Sengoku out of his room (finally) only to follow him out to “hang out” (some more).

Even if he was nearly shoved out of Sanada's room and finally out the school, Sengoku wasn't at all offended. In fact, he almost preferred it because he wouldn't have to navigate the unfamiliar school.

Once outside, Sengoku slowed to walk along Sanada's side, and he glanced up, peering at Sanada.

He could feel Sengoku’s eye on him and couldn’t help it that his own gaze would dart down periodically to stare back evenly at the younger teen. “What?”

"Did I mention you look really strong~?"

Glancing away from the other teen Sanada made a sound in the negative. That was…an understatement. “So?” he asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

Sengoku grinned. "But I bet you couldn't carry something as heavy as me~"

“I’m not carrying you,” Sanada added, there was no way he was falling for something as simple and shallow as that. How old was Sengoku anyways? He was not going to give him a ride on his back.

The younger teen had to keep from laughing, so he only grinned wider. "Oh~ so you're admitting it! Oh well~ I guess that big body of yours isn't really all muscle then~ Do you like candy a lot?"

“No, what I meant is I can carry you but I won’t,” he replied with restraint. How stupid would it be to carry Sengoku to the mall? Very. He didn’t need to prove himself when he knew that he could lift several tonnes.

"Sure, sure~ keep telling yourself that. You don't look buff enough anyway~ where are all your rippling muscles~? I know a body builder could lift me easily~"

Sanada made a soft disdainful sound in response, “Believe what you will, I’m not carrying you.”

Sengoku tried not to pout. Drat! Well, maybe he could get one after buying Sanada lunch! His mom always did say that one could soften a guy up through his stomach.

Latching onto Sanada's arm, Sengoku yawned as they walked on ahead, and after a while, they finally made it to the mall, which was already bustling with activity with many shoppers digging around for the best prices and latest fashions.

There were still those anti-mutant signs up but it wasn’t as if either of them were obvious mutants. No, they just looked like a regular young…couple. Sanada tried not to let that thought disturb him. Even though he hadn’t known Sengoku for long he knew it was useless to try to shake him off. Inevitably he just latched back on.

Sengoku frowned at the signs as they passed them by, mostly because they didn't make too much sense, the way they were written. From his perspective, mutants seemed pretty human to him! They weren't aliens or anything like that, and he didn't feel too different from when he didn't know he was a mutant... he was just learning and doing different things now. Well, he pushed the rest of those thoughts out of his mind as he strolled on in with Sanada at his side. "Did you wanna eat now or shop around first?" he asked, glancing up.

It was too late for breakfast, too early for lunch. Usually at this time Sanada would be training or running. But he was at the mall. “Get the things you need first. And I need a new toothbrush.”

"But your toothbrush's fine~! I should know!" he grinned up at Sanada, tugging him along through the mall.

“I need a new one,” Sanada said with a tone that garnered no arguments. Sanada let Sengoku pull him through the mall, the crowd was already thickening, after all it was the weekend before Valentine’s Day.

"Okay, okay~" Sengoku consented; there wasn't any harm in getting another toothbrush, he supposed. Taking him through the mall, they went from store to store, Sengoku picking up a few articles of clothing. He didn't have too much money on him, actually, but he'd make sure to have enough to spare for their lunch together. Along the way, they visited a convenience store within the mall for Sanada's toothbrush.

Feeling rather accomplished, Sengoku dragged Sanada on towards the food court. "Whatcha feel like eating?" he asked, holding onto Sanada's arm with one hand and swinging his bags with the other.

Sengoku was so infuriatingly cheerful, quite unlike anyone Sanada knew, he wasn’t sure how to handle it. “Are you paying?” he asked, Sengoku hadn’t spent a lot of money but he doubted that he had a lot of money on him. He’d always been taught not to be inconsiderate.

He grinned. "I said I would, right? And then you'd leave right after and only have used me for the meal~"

Sanada looked at Sengoku for a moment, “I eat a lot… treat me when you have more money on you.” He left the part about him paying unspoken because it didn’t really need to be said, did it? He’d forgotten what it was like to have someone that you might call a friend around. He’d never been one to befriend others and since he was 14 no one had really bothered to befriend him. “What do you want to eat?” he turned the question back to Sengoku.

Sengoku smiled. "I can eat a lot too~" he protested playfully, but he backed down, grateful that Sanada was actually offering. Tugging his friend to a place to sit, he hummed loudly in thought. "How does a burger sound?"

“Sure,” he replied easily before realizing that he really had no clue where everything was in the mall. It was a good thing Sengoku had dragged him around because this was the first time in a long time Sanada had been at any mall. “Lead the way.”

Thinking it'd be better to haul his bags along for a little while longer, he left the table and took Sanada's arm, glancing left and right for the restaurant. "Let's see... I think it's this way," he told the older teen before giving him a light tug.

Sanada was tugged along without much resistance. The urge to step down and oppose the light, insistent pull had died down early in the morning, or maybe some time last night.

The restaurant was painfully crowded, American food was always popular. They managed to get a spot though with a short wait, settling down easily.

Setting his bags down beside him, he grinned happily at Sanada as he took his menu and scanned it, finding something that he liked. "See anything you like?" he asked Sanada, glancing over the top of his menu.

There it was again, that big overly happy grin. Sanada glared at his menu briefly, “It’s fine.” The waitress came to take their orders shortly, hurrying them through lunch. Sanada wasn’t a big fan of American food but it was hot and it was filling so there wasn’t much to complain about.

Sengoku hadn't mentioned he was really that hungry, but he ate his burger, slathered with ketchup and mayonnaise with gusto. It was incredibly bad for him and probably clogging up his arteries at that very moment, but he didn't care-- it was just damn good. Having swiftly devoured his burger leaving not even a scrap behind, he moved onto the french fries, happily crunching away.

Sanada tried not to watch Sengoku eat but it was hard to drag his eyes away from the other teen when he was eating so…enthusiastically. And a bit like a little kid, messy and fast. Sanada worked at his own burger slowly and steadily, chewing carefully.

The trouble with eating fast was that he was out of food in about five seconds. But~ he had a backup plan! Still having a few scraps of french fries left, Sengoku dropped the one between his fingers and pointed past Sanada, eyes wide in shock. "OHMYGOD!"

He didn’t even bother to look, just smacked Sengoku’s hand lightly away from his fries. Sengoku was just too transparent. “You had yours, I’m going to eat mine,” he stated simply, nursing his fries leisurely, ignoring the expression on Sengoku’s face pointedly.

Sengoku pouted when he could get a hold of the fries, and ow.... his hand hurt! Looking all pouty at Sanada, even if he wasn't looking, he nursed his hand, semi-content to just drink his soda.

Sanada got the bill and paid for it after he finished. Unconsciously he ate a little faster so that Sengoku wouldn’t have to watch him eat for too long. Rising from the table Sanada waited for Sengoku to gather his bags before heading out of the restaurant. He could orient himself well enough to decide which way was the exit. After all there was nothing left to do now.

Sipping the last of his soda, Sengoku seemed to haven gotten over his failure at filching a fry or a handful. Sliding out of his booth, he dragged his bags after him and proceeded to loop his arm with Sanada's, having apparently forgiven him for being so mean~ Full and satisfied, Sengoku breathed out a sigh as he glanced at his watch. "I wonder what time it is..." he wondered to himself, eyes lowering to see the glowing numbers just switch to 2 PM.

There was some commotion going on, a distant sound of…something. Followed by an echo, closer and louder. Sanada finally placed the sound, explosions. People were screaming around him, running. Considering the intervals of the explosions and the distance between them… Sanada barely had time to think as he threw himself over Sengoku, another explosion sounding off close to where they were standing, followed by another one further in front of them and the building coming crashing down around them. Falling rubble rained down around and on them, a large piece of concrete falling and breaking against Sanada’s shoulders.

Looking down at his watch, Sengoku was a little confused when he started to hear screaming-- it wasn't the kind of screams when someone was playfully chasing another. Eyes snapping up, he could see a sea of people stampeding toward them, screaming and yelling over the sound of explosions that were nearly succeeding in making him deaf as they got closer and closer. But he couldn't do more than stare before he felt something knock into him and he was on his back was, the ground trembling and shaking violently. And god, he couldn't think about why nothing else hurt but pain all but bloomed somewhere down there, rushing up his leg and making him writhe.

The chaos died down, it was hard to tell how bad the explosions were but it felt like the whole building had come down around them. Cracking an eye open Sanada tried to look around, it was dusty and grim, no perceivable order in the things around them. He looked down at Sengoku, seeing the pain chiseled across normally cheerful features. Carefully he tried to stand, lifting the large blocks of concrete carefully and throwing it aside as carefully as he could. A piece of the building had fallen onto Sengoku’s leg, trapping him under it. Sanada cursed silently moving to remove the rubble from the other teen. Gingerly helping Sengoku sit up he tried to access the damage, see if he was hurt anywhere else.

Finally, when the ground stopped wracking violently, Sengoku's ears stopped ringing but he couldn't think straight, not with the pain that was continually shooting up his leg even without a piece of the mall on it anymore. He coughed when he breathed in a lungful of dust and instantly regretted it as just coughing was enough to jostle his leg. He gritted his teeth and snapped his brimming eyes shut, choked sounds coming from his throat as a hand clutched onto the short sleeve of Sanada's shirt.

It was just his leg, Sanada had managed to block the rest of his body it seemed. But that didn’t stop it from being painful. Sanada let Sengoku settle for a moment before trying to lift him. “We have to get out,” he told the younger teen, lifting him easily, hauling him over his shoulder. He regretted jostling Sengoku’s leg again as he heard him struggle to keep from crying out. Adjusting his hold on Sengoku Sanada tried to make sure he didn’t hurt the other teen too much. He pushed the concrete aside like cardboard but it was still difficult to move with so much blocking his way.

"G-Get ou--" Sengoku started to say without sounding too pathetic from the pain, but he was caught off guard when he was so easily lifted. But his surprise didn't last long when his leg was jostled a bit by the movement and he instantly stiffened, stifling a cry. Forehead pressing against Sanada's back, he clutched onto the older teen's shirt and tried not to move a single muscle.

Sanada bit back an apology, there wasn’t much he could do for the pain, the sooner they got out of the ruins of the mall the better. Navigating his way through the junk Sanada tried not to move things too much, afraid it might jostle some other loose piece and fall on them. It didn’t matter if something fell on him but Sengoku didn’t have the benefit of a virtually indestructible body.

Trying not to cough too hard while breathing in the dust at the same time, Sengoku wiped at his eyes with Sanada's shirt and braved a glance up with squinted eyes... but what he could barely see he didn't like. Stiffening again, he weakly pounded on Sanada's back. "Th-There's... there're more down here!"

He paused, holding onto the edge of a piece of concrete. “More?” he asked, resisting the urge to cough himself. It couldn’t be too far, the entrance or where the entrance used to be.

Sengoku tried to wipe out the image of the hand sticking out from under the large chunk of concrete, his body shaking silently. "M-More people..."

Sanada held still for a moment before moving on determinedly. “You should be worrying about yourself,” he pointed out neutrally. Of course there were more people, the mall had a lot of people in it and they’d been running around when the collapse had happened. There was nothing to be done about it, Sanada could only care for so many people at once.

"But they're stuck under there and--" He'd glanced backwards past Sanada's side when he heard something loud thunk onto the ground-- Sanada moving the debris as if they were just foam toys. "...You're a mutant too."

“I can’t carry more than one person and navigate this shit at the same time,” Sanada continued ignoring the obvious fact that Sengoku was stating. He moved forward, not looking back. Nothing could be done, rescue crews would come and that was the best that anyone could hope for.

He was strong... really, really strong. But that didn't bother him. He really didn't know how much Sanada could carry, but if he could push chunks of concrete away like that and carry him, he could at least bring along one more! "N-Not another one?" he asked, shaky, eyes scanning around in the near complete darkness of the rubble. He couldn't hear anything except them, truthfully, but there were so many people around them...

“If I save one, I’ll have to save two, and then three.” He could hear the muffled sound of crying…a kid. Sanada shook himself, no, he had no obligation, he wasn’t a hero and now wasn’t the time to start acting like one. “A rescue crew will come,” even though he knew they wouldn’t come in time for some people. But he wasn’t a one man rescue crew.

Sengoku glanced around again; as much as he wanted to think a rescue crew could really get down here, it didn't seem all that possible to Sengoku at all. And what was worse, it sounded like they were slowly heading for someone, someone who was crying nearby. He didn't know about Sanada, but he couldn't really walk away from this without doing a thing to try and help, not without feeling guilty. He struggled in Sanada's arms, trying to writhe free but he only succeeded in causing more pain to shoot up through his body.

He couldn’t save everyone. He didn’t want to save everyone, didn’t have that kind of selflessness in him, but at the same time he wasn’t heartless. He made a slight detour, letting the sound guide him. It took a moment but he found the kid that was crying. He was bleeding and crying. “I can’t stop for more people, I need to get you two out.” It wasn’t that he couldn’t lift more but rather he couldn’t pile people like that without endangering and injuring everyone else.

Hand perched on Sanada's shoulder, Sengoku looked over his own to see the crying child, the blood coming from somewhere making him a little queasy. "A-At least we've got one. Bring him up here?" he asked Sanada, voice shaky but trying to stay calm.

Sanada hefted the kid onto his shoulders. It was awkward and difficult to move forward and the kid was screaming in his ear but hopefully there wasn’t a long way to go before they were out of this junk. In the distance he could hear the sound on the ambulance, hopefully that meant they were almost out. Pushing more rubble aside Sanada moved forward until they were free from the fallen building.

The screams were piercing, but Sengoku found it was more welcome than the eerie silence of the ruined mall. He tried his best to calm the kid down, patting is head and trying to talk to him, but it didn't help all that much, not that Sengoku really blamed him-- the kid looked terrible. "Shhh, don't cry! W-We're almost there!" he tried to console the poor kid, but thankfully, they really were close to some sort of exit. Wailing ambulances and soon, flashing lights greeted him and he couldn't help but feel slightly relieved.

They made it out of the ruins of the mall more or less in one piece even if the two on his shoulders were injured. Sanada handed off the kid to ambulance and hesitated a brief moment before handing Sengoku over as well. He brushed off any concern regarding his own state, letting people be amazed by his miraculous rescue. They preferred to believe in miracles rather than the fact that he was a mutant.

As he was moved into hands that were eager to help him, Sengoku winced at the pain but he was glad to be out of there, even if he knew a lot more people were still stuck. His leg was busted, it seemed, swelling and turning a little purple from being crushed, but it wasn't that bad of a break, thankfully. Dimly, he wondered what his horoscope for the day had said, and if he could've avoided this all together if he'd paid attention to it. However, it happened, it hurt, and he just wanted someone with him as they were going to ship him off to the hospital. He made grabby hands for Sanada, wanting him to come along with him, an uncharacteristic frown on his face.

“I’m his friend, I’ll ride in the ambulance with him,” he told one of the people loading Sengoku onto a stretcher. It wasn’t a request he just told them what he would be doing. Taking one look at the uncharacteristic frown on Sengoku’s face Sanada couldn’t leave him alone.

Hearing Sanada calling him a friend couldn't help but lift Sengoku's spirits, and it almost made the whole ordeal okay with him-- minus the fact that the mall blew up and was trapping everyone inside... but he could forgive his broken leg just for that. Safe inside the ambulance with Sanada, he held onto his friend's hand the whole way to the hospital.