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honou-no-izumi ([personal profile] honou_no_izumi) wrote2014-10-22 02:23 pm

Afterwards [3/?]

Title: Afterwards
Series: Kamen Rider Gaim
Characters: Kureshima Mitsuzane, mentions of Kureshima Takatora
Summary: Post ep 46. Follows right after Ghost. Only thing left is to keep going forward.

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“I'm sorry!” Jounouchi exclaimed as he hastily cleaned up the mess on the floor and hurriedly returned to the kitchen.

“What were you doing?” said Oren right after as he also came into the kitchen; but not before reassuring the customers that the accident wasn't intentional and sending them away with a complimentary cake, courtesy of the pastry shop.

Jounouchi turned to him apologetically after he cleaned himself off the spilled cream and cakes.

“I'm sorry, I don't know what's got to me today. Not like I wasn't used to serve this many customer before—everything I did today end up so badly,”

Oren stared at him worriedly, before giving a kindly smile. “Perhaps you should take a break for a while...” he said before taking a peek at the cafe and letting out a smile. “And it seemed somebody wanted to meet you.”

Jounouchi cocked his head at Oren, puzzled before poking his head out of the kitchen. Zack was waving at him. He put away his apron and came over to sit at the table at the patio beside Zack.

"What's up?" he asked as Zack spared no time to explain.

"I'd like to ask you and old man Charmant for some help."

"Help? What kind?" asked Jounouchi again.

Zack let out a long sigh before speaking. "I know the old man was resourceful, and with his past connections he might be able to find out some info." Zack glanced around before leaning closer to Jounouchi. "I want you guys to help me find Micchi..." he said as Jounouchi stared at him wide-eyed.

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Falling...

Sometimes drowning...

As in from a very high place; a sensation of falling with no sense of when you'd reach the end. Sometimes it was a never ending fall; sometimes the fall did reached an end. Half the time that end involved big bodies of water. Then, there would be that other sense of suffocating.

You tried to reach out to something, to stop the fall. Yet there was nothing that you could grab hold off...

Takatora felt his body jerked violently awake, and as he opened his eyes he thought he saw someone standing beside him. It was blurry, yet it didn't stop him to try to reach out.

But then his eyelids grew heavy again and he returned back into darkness.

xxx

Micchi gently took his brother's hand before pulling out a chair to sit beside him. He ran his other hand over his brother's cheeks to try to comfort him. Nightmares... that must be it. Though it had alarmed him when he came in and noticed his brother had difficulties in breathing while asleep. And then he recalled that he once had attacked his brother; leading to the fall into the sea. Where he used to believe his brother had died inside.

Feelings of guilt started to gnaw inside of him again. This was his fault. Back then, he should have tried to save his brother. Back when Ryoma-san and the others had cornered him to the edge of the cliff. Even if he wasn't strong enough to help. Even if both of them had fallen together. At least then they wouldn't have ended up being separated.

Or if he couldn't manage to save his brother, he should have gone looking for him after the three adults have left. He should have. Instead of letting out his frustrations at Kouta.

Or even if things had gone the way it had been, but instead of letting Redyue influence his actions... he went seeking his brother back and NOT fight him to the death. How many things could have happened differently, if he had chosen differently. Then perhaps, he would have had to see the painful expression his brother was wearing right now...

Nii-san had started to calm down now, the more he caressed his brother's cheeks. Micchi smiled sadly as he clasped his brother's hand and placed it on his cheeks.

It was only when his brother was asleep that he managed to recover his courage to enter the ward room again.