#shadowden

―  🜺  ―    Rhythmic  dull  clangs  of  worn  soles  reach  to  high  windows  of  the  city,  removing  the  dregs  of  morning's  battle  as  the  sunlight  makes  its  journey  below  the  horizon.  The  laughter  of  other  teens  passing  by  came  in  a  secondary  buzz  as  he  finally  slipped  his  shoes  back  snuggly  onto  aching  feet.  If  grandpa  were  here,  maybe  his  ears  would  have  been  filled  with  more  complaints  of  his  energy  for  someone  so  young.  If  grandpa  were  here,  he  wouldn't  be  sitting  across  from  his  friend.  How  strange  life  can  warp  in  the  blink  of  an  eye  ―  or  in  the  painful  swallow  of  acid.  

@shadowden​ asked: ❛ we don't have enough time.❜

They’re out, doing the most mundane of things, when it feels like he’s hit with a surge of phantom pain. Straight into his chest, he feels his heart sinking to the bottom. Slowly, as it drifts lower and lower into the acid of his stomach, to be burned alive. Maybe he’d stop living. Maybe this is how he’ll die, with his heart being consumed by his own body. Of course, he doubts the resident living in his head, rent free one might add, would attest to that. Makes sure that his body continues to live despite the way Yuuji wants it to stop. 

No, they don’t have enough time. They’ll never have enough time. Even if they did, there were things working against them, mostly against Yuuji. Maybe that’s why he holds himself back from letting things slip. He’s gotten smarter on his filter, especially around Megumi. He wouldn’t dare let it slip the feelings that grew in just a short, hand full of months. 

@shadowden​  ||   plotted starter 

Immediately after the fight Hiromi, Yuuji had resumed his search for the dark haired sorcerer that he was separated from. It was inconvenient, how they were thrown on different sides of the colony without any way of contacting each other. So soon after he was able to make the rule of trading points, Yuuji only had one thought on his mind. Find Megumi. 

It didn’t take him long. He followed the sounds of fighting, keeping his head down low until he came to an area that had a recent battle, yet the field was cleared. The cursed energy that was left over was familiar. The promising feeling of the demon dog had been here, Yuuji had almost it memorized. He wandered the area, looking in buildings that had been destroyed, growing more and more worried over the fact that Megumi might not still be here. He could’ve left and could be searching for Yuuji. The only thing that’s keeping Yuuji’s mind from spiraling off the deep end is that Yuuji hasn’t found a body. 

Until he did. 

Like a pile of black clothes and unconscious limps, Yuuji found him laying in the dirt. He’s brought back to Yasohachi bridge, where they found Megumi sleeping. Sleeping! Yuuji had though he fucking died! Like now, where Yuuji’s eyes widen in utter fear and he sprints towards Megumi’s body. Immediately, he’s looking for a pulse, a rise of his chest, some kind of indication that Megumi is alive. Please, please be alive. There’s so much he has to say. 

It’s there, but faint. The subtle thump of Megumi’s heartbeat against the side of his neck where Yuuji’s fingers are pressed. Yuuji breathes a sigh of relief, quickly scooping the sorcerer up in his arms and moving from the area. He doesn’t know the dangers, and he’s not inclined to find out.  Holding Megumi as tightly as he can to his chest, holding to spare some body heat, Yuuji runs. He runs through streets and avoids all kinds of fighting. He runs, and keeps his mind on looking for somewhere safe. 

His eyes fall on an old gas station that looked safe enough. No one would dare fight near a gas station. They’d blow themselves up. It might be perfect cover for now. He rushes inside, pulling the door open with his foot, trying to keep his balance as best he could, he and Megumi slip inside.