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finalflight2017-04-25 03:54 pm
godly) wrote in finalflight2017-04-25 03:54 pm
PSL; [YEAH WE'RE LOCKED UP IN IDEAS]
[A seventeen year-old Light Yagami adjusts the school bag slung over his shoulder as he walks home. School’s been let out, and he has homework to do (he’s already done most of it in his head; he knows what essay he wants to write, it’ll be easy, just like everything else), but regardless, the young man has chosen to take the longer route today.
There’s nothing in particular to look forward to at home — his family, maybe, but even that was an everyday occurrence — and while he doesn’t lead an unhappy life, today feels more restless than normal. He doesn’t want to go home just yet, he just wants to walk. And walk he does, blocks and blocks away from home, until he comes across a small park.
It’s fine, if his parents wonder where he is, he’ll just call and tell them he’ll be home soon. They trust him enough; they always have.]
What a pain. [-he says to no one in particular, glancing around for something to keep his interest. Nearby, he sees an table with two empty chairs… and a go board, which appears to have been abandoned mid-game.
Light looks around only briefly before shrugging and taking a seat at one of the tables. He sets his bag down next to him, idly scooting it closer with his foot.]
Hm. [Someone passes by, and he can’t help himself but ask-] Excuse me, do you play?
There’s nothing in particular to look forward to at home — his family, maybe, but even that was an everyday occurrence — and while he doesn’t lead an unhappy life, today feels more restless than normal. He doesn’t want to go home just yet, he just wants to walk. And walk he does, blocks and blocks away from home, until he comes across a small park.
It’s fine, if his parents wonder where he is, he’ll just call and tell them he’ll be home soon. They trust him enough; they always have.]
What a pain. [-he says to no one in particular, glancing around for something to keep his interest. Nearby, he sees an table with two empty chairs… and a go board, which appears to have been abandoned mid-game.
Light looks around only briefly before shrugging and taking a seat at one of the tables. He sets his bag down next to him, idly scooting it closer with his foot.]
Hm. [Someone passes by, and he can’t help himself but ask-] Excuse me, do you play?
along came a spider
Ryougi Shiki woke up in a hospital bed without her entire self and missing a good chunk of memories before the accident. She had lost something while she was submerged in the void, on the boundary of life and death, but when she awoke, she had gained something stranger and deadlier. The world looks different to her now, much more twisted than before.
And without SHIKI, having to deal with her current self sometimes felt unbearable.
It's an evening like any other, where Shiki takes a nightly walk, usually without purpose. She doesn't remember much pre-coma, but it's likely that she's trying to retrace the steps of her past self, the steps of SHIKI and Shiki. Dressed in her signature red jacket and blue kimono, she has also traded her geta sandles for leather boots. She stalks along the path, looking surly despite her more grown up looks. Her facial features have sharpened and are more distinctly feminine. Her hair remains short, but is not neatly cut.
The red coated figure stops in her tracks when she sees a go board on a table. Did she play go before? Did it matter? She stands still, with all of these thought in her head, trapped in her own world.]
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This is not that Light Yagami.
This is the Light Yagami who never found that black notebook on the ground after school, one day. This is the Light Yagami who had moved on with "life", or some facsimile of it. Studying, making connections (never friends, not real friends who understood him), making into Tokyo U. This is the Light who still remains unchallenged, languishing in ennui, but at least he's not a murderer these days.
That's better, right?
There's housing on campus, of course, but Light still visits home on occasion. The weekends are the best time for this, because at least then he can see his family in passing and escape the humdrum of campus life -- it's evening now, on such a weekend, and maybe he should be getting back home. A park is no place for an upstanding young man to be as evening transitions to night.
He's here anyway, spotting a girl with a red jacket. Something about it makes him hesitate, then push forward with equal momentum. His footsteps can be heard as he approaches.]
...Looking for a partner?
[To play with, he means. What was it about this situation that's giving him an impalpable sense of deja vu?]
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The same features remain such as the dark hair and pale skin, and the eyes are not all that different except for the expression of apathy, of emptiness. It remains unchanging as the eyes give the young man a once over. Nothing interesting, might as well move on is what her face and body language seem to say.
(She can't deny that she feels something is amiss though as if there's a hole that she isn't aware of).
And so Shiki Ryougi's answer is short and curt.]
No.
[It's the next few words that give her away as she turns to walk away.]
I don't play go with strangers.
[That unique masculine speech pattern which she has adapted into her every day life has returned, with all the casualness and none of the affability. Coolness and distance defines it now.]
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His eyes widen in recognition, and his mind flickers back to... two years ago, was it? How strange, but yes, he does remember now. It was this same go board he had sat at, playing a game with a girl who acted like a boy. Masculine pronouns, masculine body language. He sees it in Shiki's face, and yet something has changed.
No flippancy, no affability. Cold detachment, enough to shrug even someone like himself off. He frowns, and words come to him swiftly.]
Yes you do.
[It's said almost commandingly, only for the sake of getting her to turn around and pay attention to him again.]
You don't remember me, Ryougi-san? You lost 1000 yen to me that day.
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But first thing's first. Shiki clarifies bluntly without turning around.]
I don't know you and I don't recall that event.
Even if what you say is true, I don't have the capability to recall it.
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The young man steps forward, caught between concern, curiosity, and feeling indignant.]
You do know me. I know I'm right; I wouldn't have forgotten you.
[WHICH SOUNDS HILARIOUSLY LIKE A PICK-UP LINE so he makes a quick adjustment to this statement.]
The red jacket, I remember it. It's the same one, right?
[There.]
What do you mean you don't have the capability?
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[She's starting to sound angry, not wanting to have this conversation with someone she doesn't know. There couldn't have been anyone in the past aside from her family and Kokutou who concerned themselves with her before and after her accident and hospitalization. None of her classmates had a connection with her so why is this guy making this attempt?
Shiki continues looking darkly at Light.]
Look, if you're some classmate of mine then you ought to know there's no way I remember you because I never talked to anyone else. And you'd also know that I've been in the hospital for two years.
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No, I'm not a classmate. My name is Light Yagami. [He motions to the go board right next to them.] We played go, right here at this the very spot.
[But then he swallows his words when she mentions being in a hospital for two years. Was that why...?]
We played... two years ago. [He seems to bite down any bullheadedness of his own after this revelation.] I guess you really don't remember. [A concussion? Amnesia? His mind filters through the possibilities as to why she wouldn't remember.]
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... Seriously?
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[He frowns, but lacks the offense he felt the it's the time.]
You had a similar reaction to my name the last time, too.
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[She falls silent as she stares at Light. No matter what she tries, there's no way to salvage the memories of her past self. Those disappeared into the void of death along with SHIKI. This guy was persistent. There doesn't seem to be an ulterior motive in knowing her. But it troubles her, not knowing.
What did I do?
What did I talk about?
Why did HE want to talk?
Shiki keeps this to herself, like she does so many things. Her eyes glance at the ground avoiding Light's gaze.]
... Whoever you talked to two years ago...
[She turns around about to walk away.]
That person disappeared.
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I'm going to disappear.]
H-hey, wait-
[He steps forward, and maybe a little rashly (he doesn't care; in the end, Light often does what he wants, in some form or another) reaches out to grab at her shoulder. He doesn't want her to walk away until this gets cleared up.]
Can't we just talk for a moment? Humor me.
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Don't touch me. And to answer your question, no. I'm done here.
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You told me that day you'd disappear. You visited some... fortune teller. I told you about how skeptical I was.
[Listen, he'll even follow her if he has to. He wants some answers, because this is too weird.]
But I guess it's happened, hasn't it? You're different now.
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SHIKI knew.
The present Ryougi Shiki doesn't want to think about this. What's past is past and it means this person is part of the past too.]
Yeah? All that aside, since I'm different, it means you shouldn't bother reconnecting.
[Someone's walking past them, a young woman who pays the two no mind. But Shiki's eyes are following her instead. There's something not quite right. Her eyes become more severe than before and she says sharply to Light.]
If you know any better, you should leave.
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Still, he catches her interest in the woman that passes by -- despite his confused state, he's just as observant as ever. His gaze follows hers.]
I'm not going anywhere. What are you looking at?
AFTER A MILLION YEARS
[And Shiki, not being one for lengthy explanations, much less to a person who she's trying to shake off, walks away towards the direction of the woman who is walking further into a more isolated area of the park.]
another one million years later
Speak plainly.
not a million years later!!
... Honestly. Are you asking for trouble?
[She turns her gaze back to the woman. Upon closer inspection, she isn't walking all that steadily, there's no personal belongings on her such as a purse or even a phone. What was she doing by herself?]
I don't want to have anything to do with you.
And if you don't leave now? You're gonna be wishing the same thing later.
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Then that'll be my own fault, won't it? Something weird's going on here, and I want to know what.
1/2
[She reaches behind, pulling something out of her obi. There's an unmistakable sound of a metallic scrape. A knife. Her eyes don't leave the girl who walks even more unsteadily now, as if sensing danger, but not in full control of her motor capabilities.]
Hope you're ready to be involved in a murder.
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