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[deusexyandere]

Characters: Yukiteru and YOU
Setting: Room 2-20 & Cafeteria
Format: Prose initially, but I'll match!
Summary: Yukki arrives the morning after the 'happy end.' He's not taking it well.
Warnings: A kid dangerously close to going into shock after all he's been through;; also spoilers for Mirai Nikki.

Room 2-20:

The poor kid is obviously freezing. It's quite a jump from a moderate climate like Japan in mid-summer to the frigid temperatures like this; combine that with the fact that he's here at all, and everything that had happened just before arriving here, and it's a miracle he hasn't completely gone into shock yet. Operative word here: yet.

He's seated on his bed, the blankets wrapped tightly around himself, including a bright blue blanket that looked as if it had seen a lot of wear and tear over the years. There's an open cellphone on his lap, plugged into a nearby wall, and he's been staring at it intently since he arrived here.

UNKNOWN DATE, 12:19 PM :: A NEW LIFE BEGINS IN THE TOWER.

There is no entry after this. He's never had that problem before, and it really doesn't help his state of mind right now. And 'unknown date?'

... Yes. Of course. They failed. He and Yuno both did. It's the only conclusion, and it perfectly explains what he read in those letters. The world was destroyed, time and space torn asunder by what Deus warned them about. The Survival Game was over, and nobody won. It was true, then... Yuno did love him, despite her attempts to persuade both of them otherwise. She couldn't kill him any more than he could kill her. And he couldn't have thought of a worse way to confirm what he already knew than this.

Yukiteru falls sideway onto his bed, wrapping the blankets tigher around himself. It's hard to tell if the shaking is caused by stress, or just shivering.

Cafeteria

Yukki has been sitting there for a while, staring at the oatmeal. He's tried to make it a bit better; but he can't eat it. He hasn't touched it, and it isn't from the fact that he knows it's going to taste bad. He just has no appetite right now, and he hasn't for 24 hours now, from the time he woke up in his own world, to when he woke up here, knowing what was going to happen that day. This could have been a five-star steak and he still wouldn't have wanted to eat it. Especially not in this temperature.

It's clear to anyone who sees him he's upset, and hasn't taken to the Tower well at all. Especially since he hasn't seen hide nor hair of Yuno since arriving here, and if he's here for the reason he thinks he is, then surely she has to be, as well. After all, isn't it both of their faults their universe was destroyed? Through their inaction?

He doesn't want to think about it, but he can't help it. The Survival Game has now officially taken everything from him, including, as it would appear, Yuno. He had nothing left to lose. And as it would appear, nothing to gain, either.

He closes his eyes, and looks down, fighting back tears.

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Cafeteria

[priceofmagic]

[ Good thing he's been there a while. Satou has had the time to freak out over the situation, cry her eyes out, mourn the lose of her world, and now come down to the cafeteria again.

She's already eaten the oatmeal. It was a gross texture, but Satou's taste buds are so horribly screwed up that she couldn't taste it. At least she has sympathy based on the implications of oatmeal: that this boy is new. Like her. Making feeling as she did a few hours ago. It's impossible for an obnoxiously loving person like Satou to just leave him alone.

So she approaches, standing off to the side of his chair and a little bit behind him. Honestly trying not to startle him. ]

You really should eat it. [ Satou reaches out to gently tap his back, in case he's too depressed to hear her voice. ] It'll be okay.

[deusexyandere]

[ The very instant Satou makes contact with him in combination with her voice - a female voice - Yukki nearly jumps out of his skin, his hand immediately reached into his right pocket as if he were about go grab something.

Right. Right. She isn't here. Calm down, Yukki---teru. Right... that nickname doesn't matter anymore. It's okay, now. There's... no need to protect anyone. Not her, not Yuno... not even himself. ]

... I'm not hungry.

[ He answers quietly, wrapping his clothing tighter around himself. His constant shaking is a mix between his nerves being totally shot, and the sheer cold.

It'll be okay... how many times has he heard that now? It never is. It never was before, and it certainly won't be now. ]

[priceofmagic]

I'm sure you're not... but if you don't eat then you won't be able to fight this.

[ She scolds softly, taking on the mannerisms she would use for Mikale. That's who he reminds her of, anyway. The shy and under-confident boy she's missing so badly right now.

Satou puts her hands on her knees, lowering her eyes to his level (which isn't hard, as she is already kind of short), and trying again. Taking a different approach. ] I'm Satou. I'm new here. Are you too?

[deusexyandere]

Fight what?

[ Because he's seriously had enough of fighting for at least two (three?) lifetimes. All those people who died because of him and Yuno... and now they had died for nothing. They had failed. And now their combined bodycount was essentially six billion. The entire human population of earth. Nice. ]

... I'm Yukiteru. And... yeah, I am.

[notagiraffe]

Taiki entered the room and paused when he saw the boy sat on the previously empty bed. He froze for a moment, not sure whether to continue into the room or leave and hope that he hadn't disturbed the man too much.

He was wrapped in Gyousou's cloak tightly taking all the warmth he could from it. The other boy looked cold too, or maybe he was scared... Maybe Taiki should leave...

"Um... sorry... are you okay?"

[deusexyandere]

"What does it matter?" Yukki answers. His phone vibrates, and almost immediately, Yukki reaches for it, and snaps it open.

UNKNOWN DATE: 12:31 PM: TAIKI ENTERS OUR ROOM.

Taiki, huh... who cares. Even if that's just one more entry in addition to the one he already had. But he wasn't too excited about the prospect of roommates, even if this kid seemed nice enough.

"It's not me I'm worried about," he manages to choke out after that, rolling over onto his side to look away from him. It's clear he's in no mood to talk, but it's not like he has any means to make him leave.

[notagiraffe]

Taiki jumped at the vibrating phone... he hadn't seen a phone since he had left Japan and went to the twelve kingdoms, it wasn't something people really had here... After all who was there to call?

He felt instantly bad when the boy rolled away from him, he made his way to his own bed and sat silently, he wasn't going to push the boy to talk... that would be rude and he didn't want to annoy his new roommate.

He would leave... but his room was one of the rare places that was safe, safe from monsters and things to hurt him, and safe from blood though that wasn't always the case. He could go and find Lord Gyousou but he didn't want to be an annoyance to him either...

He thought for a moment but surely if he was quiet and didn't disturb the boy he wouldn't mind him being in here... Taiki crawled to the end of his bed and pulled out his sketchpad and paints.

[deusexyandere]

It's not you, Taiki. He was a total mess long before arriving here. He just happens to have reached critical mass by learning that after all of the crap he went through in the Survival Game, it was all for nothing. All of those people dead, all of those people he and Yuno hurt... for nothing. He not only failed them, he failed the entire world.

He shuts his eyes, trying not to think about it. And especially not about Yuno. Just as he was attempting to at least try to get some sleep, he hears the sound of paper. Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps simply because he knows he won't be getting any sleep any time soon, he rolls over onto his side, and notices Taiki... painting.

He doesn't say anything, but he watches quietly. If only because he's trying to get his mind on something - anything - else.

Cafeteria

[tohko_amano]

While Tohko couldn't taste food, she had to keep up appearances every now and then so that people wouldn't find out. Even if more and more people were, she couldn't let everyone know. So, despite the terrible temperatures, she wandered into the cafeteria, looking for something to eat. What she found was a boy sitting over a bowl of oatmeal, looking like he was about to cry. He must have been a new arrival. Wanting to help, Tohko sat down next to him.

"Hey, are you alright? What's wrong?"

Cafeteria

[deusexyandere]

He can tell the very moment Tohko approaches him what her intentions are. Had this have been any other instance - one involving a certain pink-haired girlfriend of his - he would have cautioned her against feeling sorry for him. That never ended well... not for him, and especially not for the person brave, or stupid, enough to give Yuno even the slightest hint of a reason to believe someone had dared to try to get close to him.

"... I'm fine." Obviously a lie, and a thinly veiled way of saying 'I don't want to talk about it.' As if it shouldn't be obvious, anyway.

Yukiteru hasn't even considered the possibility that these people aren't from the same world as him.

Cafeteria

[tohko_amano]

Tohko sighed. "You're not fine. You look like you're about to cry." Since he was eating the oatmeal, that must have meant he was new.

"..If you're worried about your universe being destroyed, you shouldn't! There are a few people here would wouldn't be able to exist if their universes were destroyed, and the people who run this Tower tend to lie sometimes, so you don't have to worry about that! Your universe is probably just fine, if that was what you were worried about. If it wasn't, you can tell me what's bothering you. I may be a simple book girl, but I may be able to help."

[deusexyandere]

Somehow that doesn't look like it helped very much, Tohko. "Even if it is fine, it won't be for much longer... the universe really was about to be destroyed before I was brought here."

And did he mention it was partially his fault? At least as much as it was Yuno's, and probably more? No. He didn't. Because he really doesn't want to think about it... or her. "Nobody can help... nobody except me, and now, I can't either."

cafeteria

[redlikeflowers]

[ That sure is someone in orange walking by. Hmm, it seems she doesn't notice Yukki at all. As if he was just another face in the crowd.

Do you approach: Y/N? ]

1/??

[deusexyandere]

[ The orange does catch his eye, if only because it's a relatively odd sight even by the apparent standards of this place. Then he gets a closer look. A miko's robe... it isn't exactly warm, especially not when this place feels like it has a busted heater. Poor girl must be freezing.

Then the long, black hair. Then the big, red bow. And then-- ]

2/??

[deusexyandere]

[ Oh. Oh. ]

3/4

[deusexyandere]

[ No way that's actually her. No way. She's dead, he killed her himself. Okay... okay, no dead end flag. Actually, nothing at all. Okay... okay, don't panic. ]

[deusexyandere]

[ Slowly, and instinctively reaching for the one of the darts he had in his pocket and carefully examining her to see where she might be hiding that freakishly huge Future Diary of hers on her person, he cautiously approaches her. Tsubaki was never much of a fighter herself, but for all he knew, she was hiding a knife in one of her sleeves or something. He wouldn't trust her as far as he could throw her (and with how small she was, it was probably pretty far). Not after last time. Not after what she almost had her cult to do to Yuno. ]

Tsubaki?

[ He asked. That's a name he didn't think he'd ever have to say again. ]

[redlikeflowers]

[ She turns around slowly, squinting at Yukki in the bright cafeteria light. ]

Er...I'm sorry. Did you call my name...?

[ She certainly doesn't think she's ever met this guy before. Hmmm. ]

[deusexyandere]

[ Being in the Survival Game as long as he has, he knows well enough now to look for warning signs without even looking at his Diary. Tsubaki wasn't dumb, she knew Yukiteru wasn't gullible enough to think she didn't know who he was. She didn't appear to be taking any kind of aggressive stance, and with her bad eyesight, it was unlikely that she was going to try anything. Okay, what are her hands do- hands. She had both of them. And he remembered as clear as day what Yuno did to her after Tsubaki had the bravery (or stupidity, depending on who you asked) to forcibly kiss him right in front of her.

She really didn't know him. Good God, Akise really was telling the truth about this whole 'parallel timeline' thing. Either that or Tsubaki just has a really, really convincing prosthetic hand. And a way to resurrect herself. ]

You... really don't know me?

[ If the Survival Game is still going on in this hellhole of a Tower, he just let his guard down in a big way. He takes a few steps forward, which, to the best of his memory, was close enough for her to actually see him. And also attack him, if she so chose. ]

[warriorscribe]

Someone staring into the newcomer's oatmeal and looking like he's about to cry is never a good sight, and with the nutrition bars the only stuff available (without literally risking life and(/or) limb), he can't even comfort him with better food. But he can't leave someone in distress be when he's got nowhere to go, himself. So he sits beside him with his handful of nutrition bars, with a seat's space in case he doesn't want the company.

"I know..." It's all he offers, his voice soft. Normally, he might stay quiet and wait for the other to take the silent offer of someone to talk to, but this wasn't an ambiguous situation at all, at least not to his mind.

[deusexyandere]

"You really don't," Yukki quietly responds, the bowl of oatmeal about half-gone now. He looks like he's going to be sick, and indeed he very well would have been if it wasn't for the fact that he's seen things most adults would downright disgusting. Dismemberment, disemboweling, decapitation. Things no 14 year old should ever be exposed to.

"... I could have saved them. All of them."

[warriorscribe]

"It isn't through your failure. What destroyed our worlds was something outside of them. Something that...exerted a lot of pressure."

From now on, he's transcribing posts Ruana makes. She's the only one that's ever gotten rid of one of those.

"I was on a mission to save the two worlds I call home from danger, as ironic as that is." The latter world had been a self-imposed mission, but it didn't matter. It was something he had been trying to work for.

cafeteria -- I hope you don't mind a late tag in?

[prayed]

Kyoko sat at her own table, chomping down one nutrition bar after another, watching the boy sit there miserably for a good few minutes before she couldn't stand it anymore. She rolled her eyes in a way that suggested that this should be somebody else's problem before shoving her seat back, collecting her meal (enough to feed several people, really.) She waltzed over to Yukiteru's table, slamming her plate down with a loud clang.

"How long are ya gotta sit there moping?" She asked, again in an irritated tone that suggested that someone like her shouldn't have to worry about some stranger, before pulling up a seat. Nutrition bar still in hand, she gestured to the oatmeal, then took another bite. "That'll taste even worse once it gets cold, y'know."

Not at all! ♥

[deusexyandere]

He must have jumped three feet into the air as he heard that loud metal clang. Sweet mother of Deus please don't be-- oh. Nope, that's not her. That's an awful lot of nutrition bars... did some people actually like them?

Yukki blinked a few times, staring at the girl, only to look back down. "My world was destroyed. I'm sorry if that upset me."

He looks down at the mostly-empty bowl of oatmeal, fighting the urge to throw it up. If he wasn't so used to having to have a strong stomach at this point, he'd already have passed out.

[prayed]

"Yeah? Join the club." Kyoko shrugged, as though the loss of entire worlds was a trivial matter, no worse than stubbing your toe. She pulled the chair a little closer to the table. "Crying about it won't change anything, y'know. 'Course, that's just if they're even telling the truth."

She liked to tell herself that it didn't matter either way, not with her and Sayaka both dead, but nonetheless there remained a strand of hope for those who might have been left behind.