towerofanimus | I started writing the ending... I said too much. And you just kept on pretending... for both of us.

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I started writing the ending... I said too much. And you just kept on pretending... for both of us.

Characters: Ganta Igarashi, Wretched Egg, Hagire Rinichiro
Setting: Floor One/Cafeteria for breakfast; Floor Ninety/Lagoon around noon; Floor Seventy-Four/Cavern [closed thread] around afternoon; then ANYWHERE after the incident on that floor
Format: Will start prose, but will also match.
Summary: The first two places, he will be all mopey and sadface at whoever approaches. Floor Seventy-Four shenanigans will ensure, then the last place will be for him ~~FREAKING THE HELL OUT~~ attempting to properly register what just happened. Good times.
Warnings: First Place: Sadness and anger--he might try to chase people off with apathetic words.
Second Place: Possibility of abrupt ending of thread. Spontaneous chest pain will have him trying to leave whoever he's talking to. Stubborn characters welcome.
Third Place: [CLOSED] There will be a great deal of violence/anger/mindfuckery in this one, possibly?
Fourth Place: Characters who get their feelings hurt easily should approach him with caution.
Also: Language.

[FLOOR ONE | CAFETERIA]

He can be seen sitting in the far corner, picking at his food. He doesn't look happy, to say the least. This past--wait how long has it been? A week? Two weeks? Month?... Whatever the case, now that he has no idea where (or how) Shiro is, he's definitely finding it difficult to really even care (to say the least). This place is bad enough, as it is. The black-haired teenager really has no desire to fight against this place, anymore. Not that he wishes to die, or anything--he simply has no desire to give a fuck about what the Tower does. Heck, he couldn't die in this place, even if he wanted... right?

Sighing, he plops his head down beside his plate, idly staring at the wall beside him. Huh. He's isn't hungry, after all.

With an empty expression on his face, he slides the fork around on the plate for a moment. After a couple of minutes, he slowly stands and gathers his things. After a moment's pause, he is carrying everything to the back. Forget it... He shouldn't have even bothered trying to eat, since it had turned into a waste of time. He pauses after setting his plate down, staring at the wall a moment--he is obviously deep in thought, for a good thirty seconds.

His movements are slow as he turns and begins leaving. Maybe he should just go back to his dorm room and sleep. Yeah, sleeping actually sounds like the best thing...

Even if it is still early in the day.

[FLOOR NINETY | LAGOON]

He stares up at the water fall, a blank stare resting on his face. He had decided against going back to bed, though he doesn't look too terribly happy about this decision. Suddenly, his expression tenses and he clenches his teeth, his hand shooting to his chest. He blinks as the pain vanished as quickly as it had shown up. What was that, just now? He hasn't felt that pain in... a while.

Shifting, slightly, he blinks as a head suddenly emerges from the water. Oh, right... this place has mermaids. Looking away, he leans back and begins staring up at the ceiling. Strange how easy it is to forget exactly where you are, when you enter a floor such as this one...

[FLOOR SEVENTY-FOUR | CAVERN]

His chest had finally stopped hurting, so he was back to distracting himself via exploration. He has never been on this floor, before... The cavernous floor is actually really cool, in his opinion. It does not take long, though, before he suddenly realizes something that sends a chill down his spine.

He is lost.

Looking around, his eyes widen drastically. It is dark, too, so that definitely does not help matters, at all. Just as he can hear a growl from somewhere within the cavern, the familiar and intense pain cuts into his chest. Eyes snapping shut, he drops to a knee and grips it with one hand--his other hand pressing against the wall, a pained sound escaping him. Damn it...

Why is it so much worse, this time?!

The black-haired teenager can hear what sound similar to footsteps. He's unable to tell where they're coming from, though, considering the way the sound is being carried. Slowly opening his eyes, he fights through the pain to stand. Someone (or... something?) is in here with him. Turning his body towards where he guesses the sound is coming from, he freezes. What if it's a monster? This place is dark...

Damn it, why did he even come here?!

[ANYWHERE]

He doesn't even know where he's going, or even that he's running. All he knows is that he has to go. Breathing heavily, it is obvious he has been running for quite some time. The tears have long stained his face, and he is looking similar to someone who just witnessed the murder of a loved one.

Really, that is how it feels, though... Like he just lost someone dear to him.

Suddenly, he is falling, without even the desire to catch his balance. He lands face-down on the floor, and does not even bother getting up, at first. He lays there, the visions of the incident, earlier, playing over and over in his mind. That... was all a dream... right? It wasn't real... right? He imagined it, didn't he? The Tower can do that! It can make you see things that aren't actually there! So... that has to be it.

"It's not... real," he whispers, but the next sentence is choked out as a whimpered sob manages to escape, "Why is this happening?!"

He curls into a ball, as though he does not even care that he is in the middle of the floor; and, really, he doesn't. He doesn't care who sees him. He just wants it all to go away. This is all too cruel to be any form of reality, and... just... The irony of it all! She had been his friend.

Ganta's voice returns to a whisper, but the whimpering sound remains. "Shiro...why...?!"

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Well, he saw this coming, from a mile away. He's a bit surprised that Ganta still hasn't quite realized this is Shiro, or even that it's clear that his 'Red Man' is actually female, but Ganta probably only saw the mask and the grin so far. "Careful, Ganta, you might--"

Wait. Wretched Egg's own attack was about to collide with Ganta's--

Hagire quickly throws up a copy of Yosuga's blood shield to brace for the incoming shockwave. He knew that Branch of Sin Sorae developed was specifically designed to counteract Wretched Egg's own raw, destructive power, and when they reacted like this, it was always violently. He's pushed back, and he feels his stitches strain with the effort.

"Of course I told him, come on, you knew he'd react like this. He doesn't understand our love. ✩"

His eyes widen the second she returns fire. The moment the explosion happens, he lets out a startled cry. Without even time to brace himself, Ganta is being flung backwards. The bright light forces his eyes shut, and he tenses against the following impact. His body slams hard against the wall of the cave, and he helplessly bounces off of it. Landing with a slight 'oof' on the floor, the teenager barely pauses to catch his breath. Naturally, the black-haired Deadman is automatically moving to his feet, soon after; and, eyes darting around the room, a worried expression appears. A certain someone is nowhere to be seen. Shit!

Quickly righting himself, he has a looming feeling of dread. Ganta's breath hitches in his throat, and he slowly turns his head. Just then, he hears the voice and his body goes rigid, yet again. Without a moment's pause, he stumbles away from the Wretched Egg, a faint gasp escaping him. How... did...?

It's not until then, that he really begins to notice something. Something is trying to click, but... no. It can't be. There's something wrong, here--he can feel it, but...

His heart begins to race, his breathing escalating. Toto's words sound muffled in the distance and time momentarily seemed to slow down. Staring wide-eyed at the person in front of him, there's a familiar feeling lurking between them. It feels like there's something missing--something obvious. Why is he so afraid to know what it is...?

He's abruptly snapped from the thoughts. Gripping his chest against the piercing pain, he gives a confused glare to the masked... woman. His voice escapes through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed in a pained way.

"Who are you?!"

Edited 2013-09-18 21:48 (UTC)

"I actually thought you'd managed to convince him to come play with us~ You know, by our rules~ But well, nevermind."

She stares back at Ganta, still smiling. Nothing in her expression betrays what she's thinking. And still contradictory feelings are bubbling inside of her. Anger, sadness, pain... And Shiro's love for Ganta. The reason why Wretched Egg could never hurt Ganta (or rather she could not kill him at least because she already did hurt him a lot if you think of it).

"You mean you've forgotten meeting me before~?"

Edited 2013-09-18 23:18 (UTC)

"Ahh, that's right... you've never seen her without the armor, have you? I admit, it's not that flattering to her figure." Which was kind of the point, he knows. He turns to Wretched Egg, the blood shield starting to vanish as it turns back into liquid, sliding back into his veins.

He can tell Wretched Egg is a bit conflicted here. She always had been when it comes to Ganta, when she would kill virtually anyone except maybe Hagire himself without a second thought or any kind of hesitation whatsoever. Well... except for maybe Azami, but. That was an isolated incident.

"He said he was going to. I guess he changed his mind. ✩" A shrug from Mockingbird. "I'm at thirty-three," he continued, almost ignoring Ganta completely. "It's starting to get hard to find monsters. Don't tell me you cleared the place out already?"

His body is trembling just a bit. This is the same one--the one who killed all of his friends. He already knew that, but... he never realized it had been a woman. Toto's voice still sounds relatively muffled at first, but it gradually begins to come back--and he's talking about the stupid game! Clenching his teeth, Ganta's voice erupts.

"Shut up, already! Tell me what's going on!" He takes a step closer to the Wretched Egg, "Who the hell are you?!"

Ganta can definitely feel it--that something that he is missing. It's eating away at him, now. Who is this person, and why the hell does it feel like he should know them? They obviously know him, but not simply for the reason that they killed his friends. Why did they kill his friends?! They could have just as easily killed him, as well; but, they didn't! They left him alive, to be sent to a prison... where...

Suddenly breathing felt a little more difficult than usual. All those things that happened added up way too easily as something planned. No. That's too much! All of it is just way too much. Why the hell would anyone want to do something like that to someone?!

"You sure you're ready for that answer~?"

Without warning Wretched Egg closes the distance between them again. She stretches out one arm and presses her palm flat against Ganta's chest, right above his heart. But she's not attacking him. She's mimicking a gesture Shiro did back then, when he arrived in Deadman Wonderland.

"What's your heart telling you?"

Her tone is flat but there's not that mocking edge to it anymore. She's serious. And her free hand is already reaching for her mask. Not taking it off yet but she will, if that's what he wants.

There's the Ganta he knows. This is going somewhat differently than he did the first time he found out Wretched Egg's true identity, when he shot off her mask when she was able to narrowly dodge a shot from his Ganbare Gun; probably because she didn't want to die quite yet, not until Ganta knew the truth about her.

But this is dreadfully boring. Where's the fighting? He knew Ganta was hesitating, now that he's starting to go into denial mode. "What is this, a bad Aceman reboot?" Hagire spat, crossing his arms in disgust.

"She's who she always was. Always had been. The hero that came for her when the one she wanted left when she needed him the most. I've loved her ever since. ✩"

Ganta blinks at the sudden close of space, his eyes widening the moment she puts a hand to his chest. He clenches his teeth at her words, before his eyes closely move to the next one speaking. Toto's words make it worse. Is this what the other Deadman had been teasing him about? He'd been implying that it's her...? Just... it can't be. It's too cruel, illogical, and... ironic... Ganta takes a step away from masked figure.

No, no, no, no, no!!!

It's a lie! They're... playing some sort of sick joke!

"You're lying! Both of you! Stop messing around!" His hands clench into fists in a way that appears he is inwardly screaming 'prove it!'.

He is suffering. Ganta... He has never been able to face hardships... until Wretched Egg made sure he came to Deadman Wonderland. And even when he was brought there, Wretched Egg still had to shake him out of his torpor.

She looks at him for the longest time, glaring a bit at Hagire when he speaks up. Because he speaking the truth, and truth hurts as they say.

"You wouldn't be so upset if you truly thought we were lying."

She turns her back to Ganta so that he can't see her face anymore. Then she throws her mask behind her, like a newly wed throws her bouquet behind her for single women to catch it. Unless Ganta would avoid it, it'd fall right into his hands.

"But it takes courage to face the truth. So... are you strong enough?"

It's a dare. Plain and obvious. Come Ganta. Come face her. Accept the truth. She's been giving you enough hints already.

So this was her big plan. He was about to start taunting Ganta some more, when Wretched Egg turned away, and took off the mask. Well, that figures. Ganta ruined his fun with her once again, only this time, it was for an entirely different reason, and by an entirely different means of doing so.

Love always was irrational.

When the Wretched Egg clearly issued her challenge to Ganta, Hagire just shrugs. "Guess that means the game is on hold," he complained, his voice barely above a whine. "Go on, then, Ganta. Take it from me, my beloved doesn't take disappointment very well. ✩"

The mask lands, perfectly, in his hands and he can only stare down at it. The words rang loudly in his mind, for a moment. She had called him on his lie. He exhaled somewhat shakily, before looking up at the now mask-less figure. The Deadman behind him speaks and he turns at his name being spoken. Giving Toto a long stare he furrows his brow.

... He knows the answer, before he even turns and takes the first step forward.

It takes him a moment to take the second step. His chest hurt--but it wasn't for the usual reason. No, this time it was from something entirely different. When gray eyes finally land on the familiar face, they don't actually widen. Instead he momentarily just stares. Seeing it is entirely different from simply knowing it. Seeing it feels more-or-less like a punch to his very heart.

Wretched Egg waits quietly. She's said all she had to say. The rest is up to Ganta. But deep down, she kinda knows he has it in him. If he really wants to.

When he makes that first step, she hears and her breath catches in her throat. But she doesn't move. Her instincts tell her that she's not protecting 'Shiro' by doing that. Quite the opposite. She's exposing her as much as she possibly could.

But she can't hide it any longer. She glances at Ganta as he takes that second step. She finds him staring back at her, calmly, as if he were sleepwalking. She averts her gaze and the corners of her mouth turn down bitterly. She hates what she's become. She hates herself so much right then.

"Your Shiro has changed a lot since you left her, hasn't she?"

She sounds a bit sarcastic as she says that, as if she was mocking both Ganta and herself. Though what she's truly meant to say is 'See? It's me. It's been me the whole time. ...But you wouldn't see me. You think you're hurting right now but you have no idea how this felt for me'.

"Aha, it's poetic! ✩" Hagire exclaimed, clapping his hands. "Poor little Woodpecker. He doesn't realize just how much of the forest he's destroyed." He pauses, and sings. "He touched his friends and they all died... ✩"

He playfully skips towards Shiro, almost dancing as he does. "Shiro waited so long for Aceman to come save her, and he never did. So she became the Aceman she needed. So much death... I loved each and every irrational moment of it." He hopped up on a rock, pushing aside some monster guts to do so. He sat down, his legs swinging childishly, that psychotic grin never leaving his face. "And now, we're here. Our world destroyed, everyone we loved gone. With Shiro only having me to take care of her, just like old times. And here, nobody can die. Not me, not you, and not Shiro. Why not enjoy it?"

Hagire picked up one of the bones nearby, twirling it between a few fingers. "You never asked yourself why the Wretched Egg let you live? Or me, for that matter? Most people aren't that lucky. Deep underneath all that anger and rage was just a poor, sad, scared, lonely girl you left behind, while all those mean, scary monsters experimented on her to bring out her power. So what do you do when the hero doesn't show up? You become an even scarier, bigger monster and eat all the others. I knew from then on that I loved her. Understand now, Woodpecker? ✩"

The mocking definitely doesn't help. Gray eyes widen, before darting back to the green-haired man--and his words...

... they actually cause Ganta's expression to turn a bit, well, horrified could be the right word. The teenager blinks a couple of times, appearing to come out of whatever daze he had been in. He does understand. It's... his fault. It's all his fault, isn't it? He did this to Shiro. To that, Ganta's expression tenses into an angry one--and to accompany this anger? Well, tears, of course. He's angry. Not at Toto. Not at Shi-... Wretched Egg. At himself.

He's pissed off at himself for letting it come to something like this--... for a moment, anyway.

The anger slowly builds upwards and towards the two standing in front of him. Well, the anger is more towards Toto--and it is more-so that he is hurt by the other--by the one he used to only know as Shiro. Whether the hurt can be justified, or not, is something he does not care to get into. It doesn't matter if it's right. It just is. It just hurts, and he's feeling rather... bitter, because of just how much. He allows one of the last words to stand out at him, to be repeated. The tone of his voice is shaky, almost as though he is trying very hard not to scream.

"Love...?"

Somehow it doesn't sound, at all, like love this guy's feeling. Obsession, maybe? Whatever, it doesn't matter. For the moment, he can't find his voice to say anything more. Maybe he's still processing. Or maybe... he's too busy not firing his Ganta Gun directly at that stupid fucking smile on Toto's face. For now, at least.

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I started writing the ending... I said too much. And you just kept on pretending... for both of us.

/stares at both

.../was likely way too amused by that

I think we all feel the same way about this XD We're mean muns, let's face it XD

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Sorry this is late ^^;

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/hides face at slowness