i know. there is much you want to do with him on his day. forgive me for taking that day from you, yuji. can we do it together, when i bring him back? i promise to make up for it in any way you wish.
[ Because Yuji totally isn’t going to internalise this and decide that they both hate him and Nanami is sick of being around him after June. Birthdays aren’t that big of a deal when you’re older. It’s fine. He doesn’t care.
[ What Choso will notice is Yuji’s hurt petulance - in that he has taken his own tracker ring off and left it in his room, and has mostly forgotten he’s done it. The few days have made him less angry, but hasn’t made him feel less sad about the situation, so he’s spent most of his time moping, baking and fighting Yuta.
[ the problem, see, is that choso does not know what to do, what to say. he has never incurred yuji’s wrath like this before, has never had to field something like this in the entirety of his cursed life. days in vegas spent bottling it so as not to let it bleed into Nanami’s precious time has done little in the way of leading choso to a solution, has told him nothing save that he has possibly destroyed something he doesn’t know the shape of.
‘don’t bother messaging’, Yuji had said, one more jagged line on the mountain of them that choso has accumulated from their time under the earth.
so he runs, and he hides, and he snips away at paper and strings and ribbons in a bubble around a forge halfway across the country.
[ There’s a cake in the freezer he needs to deal with eventually. He has to make sure Eresh can help with decorations. Raidou with food. He has so many things he needs to do and it keeps his mind off what’s going on in his head and the strange, stabbing hurt that he still feels in his chest.
After talking to his friends, he knows he could’ve been better at explaining why he was so upset. Why he went straight to anger. Why this birthday in particular meant something to him, was so special. But at that moment, surprised as he was by the news, there wasn’t really time for him to be rational, not in the wake of last month, and seeing Yuta, and remembering.
It’s possible he could’ve reacted better, but he was allowed to be mad. He’s allowed to be upset. How often does he take offence to anything?
Approaching the forge, he pauses when he senses the energy inside. His fingers flex, reminding him of his missing ring - not that it would matter, since they don’t have theirs - and he swallows before he drops the box of supplies inside the barrier and turns to walk in the other direction. ]
[ blood sings to blood, and as it was then it is now that choso can feel the moment Yuji sets foot in Kyoto. it’s a song that only reverberates louder the closer he gets, the builds and builds until it’s almost deafening even despite the divine barrier that lies between the forge and the outside world.
choso, he isn’t certain if he’s relieved or frightened of whatever comes. he isn’t certain until that most dearest of presences halts, and begins to move away, and the ache resolves itself into a fear too familiar to just swallow down. he may not have lost Yuji to the underworld then, but is he really okay with losing Yuji to his own stupidity? no, better to die again than let that happen. better to rip his own ribs open again.
something small and warm winds around Yuji’s fingers. if he looks, a thread-thin tendril of blood hangs suspended from where it’s wrapped itself around his hand like a wayward spiderweb.
back at the forge’s main building, a sleepy eye peers out from the shadows of one of the sliding doors, oozing something dark from the mark across its face. ]
[ If Yuji was the kind of person to be cruel, he’d snap that thread immediately. He has the power to do it, and the anger that comes with it, but he’s not that sort of person. While he might feel a numb little hurt inside him, he doesn’t really want to go out of his way to hurt Choso in return, especially not after what happened in the Underworld.
He’s not cruel, but he’s not sure if he’s ready, either.
Letting the blood curl around his fingers is easy enough, and he turns his body to look and see the wayward shape of his brother behind him, peering out of him. He knows why Choso wouldn’t have said he’s back, but jr still leaves a bad taste on his tongue, something bitter. They’ve never argued before, not like this, and Yuji doesn’t know how to handle it.
He’s also not sure if he’s ready to hear it, a raw little wound he’s festered.
Standing, he watches Choso, face as blank as he can make it. ]
[ it’s bad, cap’n. Yuji looks like he did at those dreaded gates. clean of blood and healthier under the sun, yes, but his face is a blank slate that choso cannot read, the link between them not meant to share things as intimate as thoughts or feelings.
all he has is that Yuji is here, and Yuji does not want to speak to him.
a hand lifts from the shadows, pale in the darkness, a motion like maybe it’s reaching for Yuji out there in the light, and as it moves the little thread trembles, as if choso’s own fingers were what it was anchored to.
but he can’t. he can’t speak, not without Yuji’s say-so. he cannot cross that line after he’d already run roughshod over all the others.
the hand drops, the head lowers, that eye closing and shifting out of sight, but the thread remains, tenuous and hopeful. ]
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i and nanami will be gone for a couple of days
i am leaving my tracker ring but you can contact me anytime
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what? what do you mean gone?
gone where? and nanamin’s birthdsy?
what are you talking about???
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a vacation they call it
with nanamin
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so i won’t get to see him?
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forgive me for taking that day from you, yuji.
can we do it together, when i bring him back?
i promise to make up for it in any way you wish.
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do whatever nanami wants to do
[ Because Yuji totally isn’t going to internalise this and decide that they both hate him and Nanami is sick of being around him after June. Birthdays aren’t that big of a deal when you’re older. It’s fine. He doesn’t care.
(He cares a lot). ]
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or are you saying i’m a liar??
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but i know he is your favourite person
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it’s his birthday.
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i’m sorry, yuji
it is just that
i cannot give him the thing i want to in the city
so this is my gift to him
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nanami should enjoy his birthday, so take him
i hope he has fun
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you can hit me when i return
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anything else?
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its masochism
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don’t bother messaging me when you come back
[ and he takes off his own tracker ring and shoves it in a drawer, how about THAT ]
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[ liquor budget: expanded. he’s going to need it with this dire blow. ]
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Some Days Later…
blood answers to blood, but it’s a brief thing; he’s in Tokyo, and then he’s gone through LILITH’s data portals again.
User Online. ]
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Healthy mechanisms. ]
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‘don’t bother messaging’, Yuji had said, one more jagged line on the mountain of them that choso has accumulated from their time under the earth.
so he runs, and he hides, and he snips away at paper and strings and ribbons in a bubble around a forge halfway across the country.
healthy mechanisms. ]
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After talking to his friends, he knows he could’ve been better at explaining why he was so upset. Why he went straight to anger. Why this birthday in particular meant something to him, was so special. But at that moment, surprised as he was by the news, there wasn’t really time for him to be rational, not in the wake of last month, and seeing Yuta, and remembering.
It’s possible he could’ve reacted better, but he was allowed to be mad. He’s allowed to be upset. How often does he take offence to anything?
Approaching the forge, he pauses when he senses the energy inside. His fingers flex, reminding him of his missing ring - not that it would matter, since they don’t have theirs - and he swallows before he drops the box of supplies inside the barrier and turns to walk in the other direction. ]
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choso, he isn’t certain if he’s relieved or frightened of whatever comes. he isn’t certain until that most dearest of presences halts, and begins to move away, and the ache resolves itself into a fear too familiar to just swallow down. he may not have lost Yuji to the underworld then, but is he really okay with losing Yuji to his own stupidity? no, better to die again than let that happen. better to rip his own ribs open again.
something small and warm winds around Yuji’s fingers. if he looks, a thread-thin tendril of blood hangs suspended from where it’s wrapped itself around his hand like a wayward spiderweb.
back at the forge’s main building, a sleepy eye peers out from the shadows of one of the sliding doors, oozing something dark from the mark across its face. ]
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He’s not cruel, but he’s not sure if he’s ready, either.
Letting the blood curl around his fingers is easy enough, and he turns his body to look and see the wayward shape of his brother behind him, peering out of him. He knows why Choso wouldn’t have said he’s back, but jr still leaves a bad taste on his tongue, something bitter. They’ve never argued before, not like this, and Yuji doesn’t know how to handle it.
He’s also not sure if he’s ready to hear it, a raw little wound he’s festered.
Standing, he watches Choso, face as blank as he can make it. ]
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all he has is that Yuji is here, and Yuji does not want to speak to him.
a hand lifts from the shadows, pale in the darkness, a motion like maybe it’s reaching for Yuji out there in the light, and as it moves the little thread trembles, as if choso’s own fingers were what it was anchored to.
but he can’t. he can’t speak, not without Yuji’s say-so. he cannot cross that line after he’d already run roughshod over all the others.
the hand drops, the head lowers, that eye closing and shifting out of sight, but the thread remains, tenuous and hopeful. ]
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jjk spoilers?
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