014 | ❝We promised we'd make a snowman when it snowed...❞

[pitiedthefool]

Characters: Yu Narukami and you
Setting: All around the tower
Format: I'll follow you.
Summary: Nanako is sick with that special variety of the flu and goes missing, which equates to the Sister-Complex Kingpin of Steel her "brother" silently flipping all the goddamn tables no matter how late it gets.
Warnings: "Death", all the feelings, inability to can, Yu flipping tables better than Thor, and pissed/far-too-sympathetic headgod.

[So not long after the post (finally) goes up on the network, he begins searching high and low for one bitty whose voice somehow always reached him no matter what happened. She had to be scared right now, wherever she was, and in this place...

He may not ever voice it, but he is, too. There's no Velvet Room summoning to make him stop and calm down, either. Only more flights of stairs and more floors to search. And right now he didn't give a damn about the cold, so long as he could find her and keep her safe like he'd promised. He promised...

Maybe that's why he didn't care about the time, either. Or stop unless told to. Outwardly, he's still mostly calm until a monster shows up and then it is way beyond overkill on any floor where powers aren't disabled.

Suddenly the red gaze of his other self is not so warm and caring...

Though eventually he will tire, sitting on the 25th floor in front of a large fire to warm up before going out again. There is no rest for the weary.]

Comments

[pitiedthefool]

...You just don't get it, do you.

[He shakes his head, butting the guy in the abdomen with the hilt of his katana and taking a few steps back and up. Next hit will be with the bus stop sign if he doesn't stop.]

[egotrigger]

Hah! I don't get it?! You're the one who doesn't get it! You need to die!

[He lunges again, seemingly undeterred by the katana. Sure, it hurts - but he doesn't care. He needs to rip and tear and kill the one who wants to hurt them.]

[pitiedthefool]

I'm only defending myself.

[...Well then, enjoy falling through the stair that likes to vanish. Or would, if he hadn't held the bus stop sign out when he stepped aside at that lunge. Enjoy lunging right into it, though.]

[egotrigger]

You were going to attack us! I could tell!

[... Ow. He's hit by the sign and goes flying back into a vanishing stair. He grabs onto one of the solid steps, but it'll take a moment to pull himself back up again.]

[pitiedthefool]

..You looked like you needed help.

[...siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. Well, he tried. Might as well hold out a hand. Besides, he he does get pulled down instead, he is more than adapt to just nuke the entire floor.

Seriously, what's with the people he's running into today?]

[egotrigger]

[Instead of accepting the hand, he goes to try to stab his palm with the knife again.]

I don't need anyone's help!

[pitiedthefool]

[Boing!

...Right off his palm. Well, he tried.]

Have fun hanging around, then.

[Just going to go back to looking for his sister...]

[egotrigger]

Get back here!

[Ugh. He still feels a bit sick. Dammmit!]

Fuck... stop being so weak!

[pitiedthefool]

[He pauses in his steps, looking over his shoulder.]

I'm not fighting you or him, and I'm not dirtying my hands with your blood.

[egotrigger]

When I get out of this I'm going to hunt you down and slit your throat!

[pitiedthefool]

['No, you won't.' He shakes his head, not even waving over his shoulder. Nice to meet you too, super-soldier.]