Day 15

[pandatrash]

[There are really only two important things to note about Day 15:

One, your tablet informs you that there's a killing night tonight! Tonight we're back to normal; only one murder, please!

And two, there is shitty prepackaged deli sushi in kitchen. So uh, y'know. Enjoy that.]


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[suppressthedark]

Just like Niska.

[He's parroting, but it's all he can really say - they'd never actually seen the concequences of going after a Raccoon, just the aftermath. And while he wasn't awake to see it, this sort of thing just drives home that they'll have to get around the raccoons without violence.

At least, until they can disable them somehow, or get their powers back.]

..I thought about attacking them when this all started, but...I decided not to push it without my powers.

[...]

He was a good guy. Caius, I mean.

[purrtagonist]

Smart plan.

[not pushing it without his powers, Akira means. he had honestly felt the exact same way. what he wouldn't give to reach into the back of his mind and pull Satanael forth to wreck some robot raccoon shit--]

He was. I didn't know him well, but he seemed level-headed and. . . put together, I guess.

[suppressthedark]

...He worried about me a lot, I know that. He was always checking up on me.

[He gives a little smile, fond but still tempered with that sadness.]

But we were both used to taking care of the dead, even though he was apparently an actual god of it.

[purrtagonist]

Ah. . . so he kind of understood the whole shinigami thing, is that it?

[idly picking up another piece of sushi, but not eating it just yet]

I've been burning letters at the shrine. Maybe you could do that, too?

[suppressthedark]

[He should probably throw out his empty container, actually...But then his room will smell like cheap fish and shitty wasabi if he puts it in his room's garbage can. Life is hard.]

Yeah, he did.

[he twirls one of his chopsticks idly between his fingers.]

I already wrote some letters to Dazai, Tsumugi and Niles yesterday...although now I've got to write a few more to those two.

[Because, you know. The whole murder-suicide pact thing.]

I'll add one for Caius.

[....]

...I hope they're doing alright.

...I hope everyone back home is doing alright, too.

[purrtagonist]

Hey. . .

[this is something that he's been thinking about for a while now]

Where do you think those who die go?

[suppressthedark]

[It's something he's been thinking about, too.]

...I don't know.

[...]

If it works like it does back home, then they're around us - probably even listening to us right now - but this isn't my world. They could be in an entirely different place, only able to see us but not interact...except through the tablets.

[He sighs.]

...If I had my powers back, we'd know - and I'd be able to hear them.

[purrtagonist]

[he nods, a bit solemn, a bit thoughtful]

Seto theorized this entire exercise is a simulation. I'm not really sure what to think of that.

[suppressthedark]

...Seto? - Oh, you mean Kaiba.

[Kaiba has a first name??

But he nods, considering it.]

...I mean, I guess it's possible. It would explain how the Raccoons can do half the things they do, but...does that mean dying means waking up from the simulation, if that's what's happening?

[purrtagonist]

I don't know.

[he wishes he could response in a more satisfactorily way, but. . .]

I don't have the answers to those questions.

[suppressthedark]

Guess we'll only know if we die, huh?

[And he reaches over to gently put his hand on top of Akira's, a little somber at the thought.]

...Though if that's the case, then I'm fine with not knowing for now.

[purrtagonist]

Not exactly confidence inspiring.

[he says with a breathy laugh. as soon as Ichigo's hand brushes against his own, he twists it so they can thread their fingers together]

. . . and, yeah. I'm the same.

[WHICH SOUNDS SO. . . AWFUL. . . considering how many people have died already. but it's true]

[suppressthedark]

[It sounds awful, but it's the truth. He just nods, making a soft sound of assent -

And then yawns, the yawn itself catching him off guard so that he can't even cover his face in time.]

Nnngh...guess I'm more tired than I thought.

[purrtagonist]

[plucks the last bit of sushi from his plate with his cheap chopsticks and offers it to Ichigo]

We should probably get back to sleep.

[suppressthedark]

[He waves his hand at the sushi, looking clearly unhappy with the prospect of eating another bite of this cheap stuff.]

Yeah, probably. I'm still exhausted.

[Which makes sense - he did pop open his stitches and have a very emotional day and night again.]

...Probably not going to go anywhere tonight, either.

[purrtagonist]

[FAIR ENOUGH. Akira's going to take the last bite for himself then, tossing the cheap tray into the nearby trashcan when he's done. uh. sorry. your room is going to smell like cheap fish and wasabi after all, Ichigo]

You need the rest. You were always way worse off than I was.