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Who: Ganta cachaemic, Shiro amicide, and OPEN to anyone who would like to join.
What: A failed game of hide and seek.
Where: Just north of the market.
When: Now.
Everything was quiet now that the danger was gone. If it weren’t for the occasional murmurings on his communicator, Ganta would have thought that he was the only one left in the city. He held the device close to his chest and wandered through the empty streets, keeping a wary eye on the shadows that he passed. It had been over a month -- or was it two now? -- since he’d left Deadman Wonderland. Everything was different from the prison, but he somehow found it just as unnerving. Even if his life wasn’t being threatened every day, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched or that the freedom he was enjoying might have a price.
Another turn and he was met with a narrow alley that looked the same as all the others he had checked. Had he already been through this area? Everything looked different now that the air had cleared. His confusion was starting to wear him down more than the endless walking. Too much time had passed since he’d seen Shiro. Even when the air had been toxic to breathe, he was out looking for her, for as long as he could stand being in it. Karako had offered to search too, but she didn’t find any trace of her. Shiro hadn’t tried to contact him. Not since she found that giant spider. What happened to that anyway? It was dangerous, but Shiro wouldn’t have …
And what if she was gone? Zero had said that his friends disappeared without a trace, so what made him so sure she was still there? Even Shiro wouldn’t keep a game up this long, would she?
That didn’t include the other option. The one that had kept him up at night since the first day he’d arrived in the city. If the Red Man was there, was still there, he may have gone after his friends again. But then, Ganta told himself that he wouldn’t do that without telling him … without making him watch. He would know.
"Shiro! Shiro--" his shrill voice echoed off of the buildings and into the still air. "Shiro, are you there?" When he was again greeted with silence, he sighed and collapsed down on the sidewalk, exhausted.
"Dammit," he swallowed and closed his eyes against tears of frustration that were threatening to build. What the hell was he doing? He should be happy. Ganta was free, but he was still making it hard on himself. But he sullenly realized that he would have rather stayed in prison than leave his friends behind.
He didn’t want to be alone.
What: A failed game of hide and seek.
Where: Just north of the market.
When: Now.
Everything was quiet now that the danger was gone. If it weren’t for the occasional murmurings on his communicator, Ganta would have thought that he was the only one left in the city. He held the device close to his chest and wandered through the empty streets, keeping a wary eye on the shadows that he passed. It had been over a month -- or was it two now? -- since he’d left Deadman Wonderland. Everything was different from the prison, but he somehow found it just as unnerving. Even if his life wasn’t being threatened every day, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched or that the freedom he was enjoying might have a price.
Another turn and he was met with a narrow alley that looked the same as all the others he had checked. Had he already been through this area? Everything looked different now that the air had cleared. His confusion was starting to wear him down more than the endless walking. Too much time had passed since he’d seen Shiro. Even when the air had been toxic to breathe, he was out looking for her, for as long as he could stand being in it. Karako had offered to search too, but she didn’t find any trace of her. Shiro hadn’t tried to contact him. Not since she found that giant spider. What happened to that anyway? It was dangerous, but Shiro wouldn’t have …
And what if she was gone? Zero had said that his friends disappeared without a trace, so what made him so sure she was still there? Even Shiro wouldn’t keep a game up this long, would she?
That didn’t include the other option. The one that had kept him up at night since the first day he’d arrived in the city. If the Red Man was there, was still there, he may have gone after his friends again. But then, Ganta told himself that he wouldn’t do that without telling him … without making him watch. He would know.
"Shiro! Shiro--" his shrill voice echoed off of the buildings and into the still air. "Shiro, are you there?" When he was again greeted with silence, he sighed and collapsed down on the sidewalk, exhausted.
"Dammit," he swallowed and closed his eyes against tears of frustration that were threatening to build. What the hell was he doing? He should be happy. Ganta was free, but he was still making it hard on himself. But he sullenly realized that he would have rather stayed in prison than leave his friends behind.
He didn’t want to be alone.