Angst Meme || Accepting

What…?

He’d been coughing all day, so perhaps it wasn’t a surprise that it had gotten worse by now but–

                                               { Was he serious…? }

It was when his face contorted, fingers curling into the fabric of his kosode that Kaya yelled.

“Nurse…!” He started coughing again, this time wheezing as his lungs failed to fill with air. “NURSE!!” But no one was coming. It was the middle of the night, the few staff members that were left had long since done their rounds and were likely on the other side of the building. And it only took one glance for Kaya to decide that her would be friend would not make it to the next set of bed checks.

Immediately she was up and out of bed, reaching as far as she could with her arm attached to the bed; desperately trying to get to the emergency call button by the door. Try as she might however, her small figure was far from able to reach. Frustration rising, she cast another fearful glance to the boy who was now watching her, and even in the dark she could see the fear and pain mounting in his eyes.

“God DAMMIT!” She had no other choice. Taking a page from the Woodpecker’s book, her teeth sank hard into her wrist; tearing at the flesh until she tasted blood. Then–raising her hand above her head–her branch of sin jumped to life, rising from her veins and creating one small disk that she brought down with all the fury and desperation she could muster.

Like a knife through butter, the chain on the handcuffs was cut and with no hesitation the deadman raced for the panic button, pressing it over and over and over again until finally nurses and doctors and anbu slammed through the door.

His gentle words drew Kaya’s eyes wide. Wasn’t she supposed to apologize? She couldn’t imagine keeping him awake with her nightmares every night was something he particularly enjoyed. More than once she’d screamed herself awake, nurses rushing into their shared room only for him to be patiently watching her. As though it were something normal, but it wasn’t…was it?

She’d never seen him sleep, so it had never occurred to her that he might know what she was going through; she’d never thought to ask. Because it wasn’t something she was proud of herself, so why would anyone else want to talk about it?

“Then…what am I SUPPOSED to say to you…?” Her words were unsure. Faltering. And far, far too vulnerable.

Sorry, I don’t have a way to send this to both of you privately otherwise I would. So we were discussing Lee hearing about Kaya and coming to see her and Haku out of curiosity. And like he leaves gifts, like he leaves candy once and then finds out she doesn't like candy after he comes back and it's still there.

So he figures something else to give her...like he just wants her to feel welcome and it's just not going as well as he'd like until Haku helps him out. Just picture Haku and Lee working together to make friends with Kaya because she needs friends really bad; figuring out ways to cheer her up and to get her talking...

It was the way he said it, so straight forward and deadpan, it was almost impossible not to laugh; snorting and sighing once it’d passed.

“Yeah, not mine either…” Leaning back on her hands, violet eyes caught the motion of a bird in flight out the window and shifted, her smile softening slightly.

“You know, I didn’t think I would ever get to see the sky again…” Letting her balance go, she fell back, shirt riding up enough to show a long scar beneath her naval before her hands came to rest on it.

“Ever since my release, I find myself just…staring at it…”

manipulativexpoltergeist

The night was dark and quiet. In the distance, the calls of Noctowl and Murkrow echoed. A dense fog rolled lazily on the forest floor, casting an ominous haze around the rusted metal gates of an abandoned house than lay in a small clearing.

The door to a rusted gate swung with a loud creak. and banged loudly against the broken lock in the comparatively silent night.

The house, old and abandoned, had long since been host to humans -- now, was home to no one.

It was perfect.

The Haunter materialized on the front porch, staring into the dark entryway. The door lay on the ground, broken off its hinges. He entered.

The interior resembled the exterior -- abandoned and unkept, and the further Haunter ventured in, the more the old house seemed completely and utterly deserted.