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npc contact.1
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6. what do you do now?
( let him flip a page in their handy, dandy schoolbook. )
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What does he do? Nothing as grand as """helping hope""" ]
I am collecting
7. Are you happy?
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8. tell me about your family so you can catch my memory up to speed, what are they like?
( does that sound familiar? hope it does, rokkun said it to him once. )
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Normal as can be. Parent, grandparents, a younger brother and younger sister in the same house.
9. What was your dog like?
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you have a lively home, i guess that's nice.
you have to tell me before or after he was flattened, i can tell you about both
10. does your family know who i am?
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No
11. Tell me about both?
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he was big... i was young at the time maybe five, but he was big and i think he loved me the most. as for when he was hit by the car.. there was a lot of blood that day
( thinking about it, that still kind of stings... he loved his dog a lot, and even when he was near death, that was the first thing he thought of. it's a shame he can't even think of people he'd want to see if he dies... )
12. do you regret meeting me
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Anyways, there's a growing frown on his face, and he'd made sure to keep his head down and eyes on the paper as he waits for the question, but he can't help but steal a glance at Komaeda before looking back down to write. ]
I'm not
I don't
13. Do you regret meeting me?
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rokkun
( he writes only his name before leaning up properly, turning in his chair to face the other, komaeda opens his arms... like he's asking for a hug. how does that answer if he regrets meeting him? it probably doesn't, but it is random of all things he could do at this moment. )
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Rokkun turns in his seat after Komaeda does, mirroring the gesture with some confusion, except with his arms not quite so outstretched and more reaching forward so he can give the hug instead of rec—-
"Arata-kun! Komaeda-kun!" The teacher has had ENOUGH of their shit. "If you're not going to pay attention to the lecture, go stand outside in the hall until class is over. Go on! Leave!" ]
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he grabs the textbook accordingly, along with the notebook with all their questions and answers inside, and he picks them up to press against his chest as he raises from his seat. he extends his prosthetic first, gripping rokkun's hand to help him, and he'll release as soon as he's up too.
cruel, sending them out there with the psychotic imps... guess that's where they're going. :) )
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What if that's why, when they're out the door, he isn't able to pull away in time when he feels a sharp pain in his leg, an invisible psychotic imp launching itself at him and tearing a chunk out of his thigh, blood spraying across the floor and the walls as the school collapses in on itself and transforms. ]
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punished for having people near him because he's just that lucky, is what he thinks when he turns his head to look back to speak to him. instead, it's the color red mixed with the smell of blood that stands out before the school shifts into that dilapidated hell they're all accustomed to. komaeda's mind blanks out for a moment, frozen in place until he blinks right after — the fingers that held rokkun's hand twitch as he turns on his heel, taking a step back, but keeping his eyes on...
what? what will he see? rokkun's shadow? him? holds my head, not my hurt comfort meme. )
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He sees Shadow Rokkun... All black, featureless, hands that pass through one another because in this state, neither can touch one another. He doesn't leave, though, standing in front of Komaeda, head bowed, hands raised in front of his navel and staring down at them.
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this is a reminder that he shouldn't have gotten involved, he should have just kept his distance, he shouldn't have done anything. he's used to do this so he doesn't need to care, shouldn't care, but he can't stop his legs from running away from the incident — but that's because he's running to the bathroom right next to this classroom, and he's going to hit the glass with his prosthetic so he can come out of there, because he's not wasting any time. he ain't even supposed to be running, but you know, once he's back in the real world he's going to run to rokkun?
ROKKUN, HE'S HERE, HE'LL CARRY YOU. )
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The ground tips.
Komaeda finds himself back inside void Yogen. ]
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the ruckus outside is probably audible from the seat by the door of 3-B, which i'm saying amami sits in now because that makes it easier for him to excuse himself in the middle of class to check things out.
not that he'll get to see much once he steps into the hallway and the red in his peripheral catches his eye, turning his gaze to see a nauseating wound as the hallways crumble into uncanny versions of themselves. still, what he does see is important, because he's going to be seeing it again when the colours register in his mind, and he sees the silhouette of komaeda booking it down the hallway (again), and thanks to rika, he doesn't actually need to go anywhere to break his mirror shard, blinking back into awareness in front of the bloody scene. )
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Guess what's going to happen!! ]
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oh rokkun, there were things he wanted to know, things he wanted to do, whatever fake life he had planned komaeda was willing to listen. his type of hope also made komaeda curious, wondering where it would take him, and yet, the only thing komaeda continues to witness is their hands held together in some sick and twisted time loop.
he should let go, he'll do what he can to let go, he won't impose his existence on him if that's what it means to free him from his grasp. he tries again, a second time, getting to his feet. even during this unfortunate event, this unlucky scenario he's found himself in — talent is talent, and he's quick to turn his head when he's rushing past the ultimate within the void realm with him. )
Akira. Akira Fujioka, 3-C, bring him here!
( he's irritated, he's annoyed, but he rushes to the bathroom next door — he cracked the first mirror he saw before, so he goes for the middle to break that. once he's back into reality with a blink of his eyes, his hand tightening onto the other's own — )
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either way, he takes in komaeda's words seriously, and when he next breaks the mirror, shuts his eyes tight. turns on his heel, and bolts down to the other end of the hallway, skidding to a stop in front of class 3-C and slamming the door open. )
Akira Fujioka?!
( he don't know this kid, but he's just going to yell the name and hope someone responds. )
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In one, Komaeda and Amami open their eyes, lids leaden with sleep and the dappled summer sun that makes waking slow, enveloped by the smell of earth and grass upon which they lay under the shade of the wisteria. In between them lays Rokkun, eyes closed and breathing deep and steady, still asleep. He is whole and unharmed, his wrists bare and unmarked. It feels safe. It feels...
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He should let go. He should've let go, one hand to clamp over his throat and stem what blood he can, the other to grab at whatever is trying to burrow into his neck and fling it aside, but he only has one free hand and he weighs his options.
Blood spills down his front as he wrenches something off his neck, fingers digging deep until he can feel them puncture and give, hot and wet as his own blood that coats his hand. He sidesteps, the image of a """soccer ball""" in his mind as he brings his foot down hard and feels something crunch beneath his shoe— scoop, toss, leg sweeping and shin slamming something that hits the ground thirty feet away. The one on his arm skitters up his shoulder with needle claws, digging in so Rokkun can't shake it off but he doesn't mean to— he turns and drives the shoulder straight into the wall, gritting his teeth against the screech that sounds right against his ear.
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plant just a little despair so that the hopes of those who witness are able to grow from beneath the dirt into something amazing. that's why rokkun suffers through this, because he'll grow stronger, they all do, the extent of their hope makes it so.
he reaches forward, his attempt to catch the other with one arm around his waist once his knees give out so that he doesn't fall to the ground. it's painful to do so, especially since it's the arm he's previously stabbed himself with in order to help someone else, so komaeda trembles. people are so fragile around him, so he doesn't understand the idea of holding someone close like they're precious to you. it's the last thing on his mind as he holds him in concern and anticipation of what'll happen next, and if rokkun makes any hint that there's something near his ear, komaeda isn't against using his prosthetic to reach out to whatever it may be — if he feels anything, he'll squeeze without a care in the world, he's not thinking too much — really, his body is only responsive gestures towards what will cease the pain.
when he thinks about speaking, his words are caught in his throat, he thinks it's a waste of time too, he finds it unfair, but it's when he feels eyes behind him that he doesn't even make an effort to turn around. he knows that amami went and pulled akira from class, there's no way he didn't — ultimates like him are competent, they're able to get things done, they're what brings hope to this cruel world, sometimes bad things happen to strengthen others. )
Hurry up, Fujioka-kun! ( there's urgency in his voice, his eyes won't move from staring at the expression rokkun wears. ) Do what you did to all the others...
( if he connects the eyes of that mystery person within the science club room, and then the eyes during student council match — madison was sane enough, that's fine, just like that, or even the docile set of people that stood in wait. komaeda doesn't care. )
Save him, turn him into one of them, it doesn't matter what you do.
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