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towerofanimus2012-12-02 12:07 pm
deusexyandere) wrote in towerofanimus2012-12-02 12:07 pm
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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.
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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It might have been someone else killing Deus, but as much of a sociopath (if not a sadist) as Deus was with his 'games,' one thing he was good about was being forthcoming with information. And the reason why he was doing was probably relevant information. Most of the Survival Game participants, including himself, just assumed it was something relatively natural.
At this point, it doesn't matter. It was entirely moot. He's dead, and he doubts Deus is even capable of coming back anymore.
"She did a lot of really horrible things, but..." he shakes his head. "I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill the only person I had left."
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Would Yukiteru react unfavorably to a hand on his shoulder?
"I know. It's...a painful situation." He might actually be able to, through some reserve of willpower he'd forgotten about or had been buried. But if, somehow, he lost Lucifel and the Archangels, and if an attempt at saving Armaros only meant he had to imprison him...
...He'd choose the Earth, right? Right? No, Armaros's situation was surely penance enough...
His eyes sharply refocused. He shouldn't get lost in these what-ifs that, especially here...meant so little. That would only get in the way of helping this person.
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Painful didn't even begin to describe it. He could barely look at her anymore after that, to want him to kill her, to throw away all that they had been through together because of her selfish need to be with his third world self. It was so painful, so unbearably gut-wrenching. And now, he'd never have that opportunity again. Their world was gone, and Yuno along with it. He'd never see her again, would he?
There were few pains - at least, of an emotional nature - he could have ever imagined that could feel quite like that. And he would give anything - anything for just one last chance to prove her wrong. He'd let these people torture him a thousand times for just one more minute with her.
Tears formed in Yukki's eyes.
"I can't... I can't live without her."
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And then he watched his expression only grow sadder.
"I...know the feeling too well. This place pulls us from many worlds and times. Perhaps they'll bring her here someday. ...Have hope."
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... but he had a point. Yuno could still be brought here. Or maybe Minene, or hell, he'll take Murumuru at this point. Anyone.
"I'll try," he whispered. "It's not like I have anything left to lose."
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"It will be all right. We can survive here until we know what to do."
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He had to stay alive. Enoch was right. He had to survive another day, for Yuno's sake.
She was his sole reason for living, now. Just as he had been for her.