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gumi_reloaded2012-04-19 12:42 am
katananokokoro) wrote in gumi_reloaded2012-04-19 12:42 am
What we do in the beginning
Date: February 7th, 2060
Time: Early morning-mid afternoon
Place: Kenshin's safehouse, New Meiji Lower Districts
Characters: Kenshin, Megumi, Saitoh
The road went on. Snow crunched under his feet, chilling them. Icy fingers slid along his arms, trickled down the back of his neck. He couldn't stop walking. Weary. Bent. His sword leaving red trails on the snow, red petals in the air.
You did this
Aa
He tripped and nearly fell. The snow jabbed at his hand like needles. A mouthful clutched in his palm, pressed in his mouth to hide his breath, but it was hot. It was all hot and cold at the same time and he was looking...Searching... No... Following. Just ahead. There she was. The woman with the long black hair. He wanted to reach for her. Wanted to step away. His hands... they weren't meant to touch. They were only meant to kill. She turned slightly as if she had heard his step, paused and he could see a cell phone pressed to her ear.
"You can't stay out here," he told her. "It's dangerous."
"I have to. Hello? Hello?!" Her voice rose in desperation. "Is he hurt?" And then she pinned him with wide dark eyes. "I'm looking for Sa-chan."
No. No! The darkness snapped around them. Just the two of them. The snow.
"Sa-chan. I'm looking for Sa-chan!"
"No, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Sa-chan!"
Time: Early morning-mid afternoon
Place: Kenshin's safehouse, New Meiji Lower Districts
Characters: Kenshin, Megumi, Saitoh
The road went on. Snow crunched under his feet, chilling them. Icy fingers slid along his arms, trickled down the back of his neck. He couldn't stop walking. Weary. Bent. His sword leaving red trails on the snow, red petals in the air.
You did this
Aa
He tripped and nearly fell. The snow jabbed at his hand like needles. A mouthful clutched in his palm, pressed in his mouth to hide his breath, but it was hot. It was all hot and cold at the same time and he was looking...Searching... No... Following. Just ahead. There she was. The woman with the long black hair. He wanted to reach for her. Wanted to step away. His hands... they weren't meant to touch. They were only meant to kill. She turned slightly as if she had heard his step, paused and he could see a cell phone pressed to her ear.
"You can't stay out here," he told her. "It's dangerous."
"I have to. Hello? Hello?!" Her voice rose in desperation. "Is he hurt?" And then she pinned him with wide dark eyes. "I'm looking for Sa-chan."
No. No! The darkness snapped around them. Just the two of them. The snow.
"Sa-chan. I'm looking for Sa-chan!"
"No, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Sa-chan!"
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You need to try to eat if you can. Megumi shook her head. The only thing she wanted to do right now was to die…and preferably stay dead. She heard a package crinkling.
And drink, too. There is more food where we're going but for right now you should keep your strength up, that you should.
“You’re not going to give up on me, are you?” she said dully, her tone suggesting that she wished he would. She moved her hands away from the twisted, torn stair railing, casually glancing at her fingers as she sat up, then turned to look over at the man who had somehow gotten her out of the storage unit.
A cadaverous face peered up at him from beneath blood matted hair. Eyes once warm, were dull, despite being teary and sunken in. She looked at Kenshin. He was covered in blood, panting from exertion, and holding out a protein bar and what appeared to be water.
Feeling like an aching automaton, Megumi reached out, took the bar and shoved half of it into her mouth, ignoring the coppery taste of blood on her tongue and lips. She already felt ravenous and would for a few more hours while her body finished regenerating.
She swallowed, then took another bite, and then took the water and drank it down, gagging at the taste of blood mixing with lukewarm water. She could still feel her body shifting, repairing, but it was slow, and uncomfortable rather than agonizing. She was, much to her disappointment, going to once again, survive.
“I don’t remember what happened,” She said, her voice hoarse from screaming.