[closed]

[exaomori]

Who: Shura & Shiemi, later Yukio
When: Day 59
Where: Carnival
What: Shura takes Shiemi to the med tent, debates whether or not a picture of Yukio in his magical girl outfit is good blackmail material
Warnings: None



[Yeah, Moriyama showing up right in the middle of all of this is exactly what Shura needed. This might have been just fine on a normal day, but with Rin and Shim stuck in that Elysium whatever, the last thing Shura wanted was one of the other exwires just randomly showing up. At least this one wasn't too much trouble for the most part. There was the added bonus that Moriyama could probably keep Yukio on the carnival grounds with everything else going on.

Shura makes her way to the spot she guess Moriyama's sticking to--it isn't hard to find her and Nee near the trailers. The carnival's emptier than usual with everything going on. And even with her glowing eyes, Shura's hard to miss when she approaches.]

Moriyama. When'd you get here?

[Whose bad timing was this??]

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[reflash]

[The worst possible answer. It's like a heavy weight slamming into his chest and knocking the breath out of him in a rush of air.]

You didn't mess up. I did.

[It's the last thing he remembers too, wandering exhausted and somehow ending up in front of Shiemi, snow seeping through his jacket. A conversation and the blinding heat of his temper and Shiemi wide-eyed and-- Yukio doesn't even know how she must have felt. He barely knows how he felt, other than sickening hatred and shame and a burning awareness of the heavy weight of his guns at his back as he ran. If he hadn't turned a corner directly into the Carnival gates, he doesn't want to think about what he might have done.]

I'm sorry. [He should drop to the ground and beg for forgiveness, but he doesn't move.]

I... I should never have [he hurt her] treated you like I did.

[blushfully]

( for a long moment, she is quiet with her thoughts and her worries. everything is still so fresh and raw and sitting here now? shiemi feels as though she is grinding salt into the wound. once more, she has to clutch at the fabric of her kimono is some vain attempt at holding everything back but she blinks rapidly and feels the tears in her eyes. )

For a moment, I was scared. Scared because I came to the realization of how little I actually knew. ( it's said in such a small voice, a voice she hasn't spoken in since perhaps when they first met years ago. ) But when you left, I could only think about how I just wanted to find you. I could never forgive myself if I left you alone.

( she wanted so much, wanted so badly to be the friend that he needed-- )

I... I'm not a great friend, I know but I am your friend. I'll always be here to help you-- that hasn't changed, okay?

[reflash]

[Yukio takes a seat in the chair across from her, and folds his hands in front of him (he's trying to relearn how to hold himself so he doesn't drive his claws through his palms).

Shiemi sounds so small, so shy and cautious. It's nostalgic, the shy little girl hiding in the garden as a demon whispered lies and tied her down. Yukio hadn't been able to do much for her, it was Rin who pulled her out of herself and into the world (it's always Rin).

She says she was scared of how little she knew, but that can't be right. She was scared of him. She should be.]

I'm sorry that I can't be a person that you can rely on. [If he could be that person, if he could be stronger, if he could be better... she wouldn't have to be scared, she would never have to feel like she had to find him or that she had to be there to help him.]

You've always been a good friend to me. [Shiemi's the only person he would (hesitantly, cautiously) call his friend. He's just been a terrible friend to her.]