Memory Crystal #1 (Touch, Smell)
Summary/Warning: Saiyuki Reload Volume 7 spoilers :: a battle between two friends with Gojyo pretty much just watching... until the end
Note: This is why he hates people leaving him and returning without memories in ES. ^^;; Also backdated because I fail and need to post an entry about his memory-recall and marketplace adventures from BEFORE this log happened.
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The next thing he knew, there was an explosion of blood and a familiar ... sense of something dimming like a candle getting snuffed out. That was one of the strongest ever! Stay with me, kid! A scarf was thrown into his hands and he was desperately trying to wrap it around a huge gash in a stomach.
Where the hell-?! Another strength was fading, but that's because it was leaving. LEAVING! This infuriated him like nothing else he knew - now of all times!
They'd go for the long shot, he realized after a brief panic attack that had him gripping someone else's shirt. He would be the one to do it - he felt the cool metal of the diadem around the kid's head and slowly pushed it off.
Then he practically fell backwards on his ass as the kid jumped up like he hadn't just been about to die, his hands feeling the smooth cobblestone. The strength was back and more powerful than ever and he was about scared shitless by it, despite being relieved it actually worked. He felt the familiar weight of the chain in his hands despite knowing it was being tugged with a force far more powerful than himself.
But then he wasn't the one in the fray anymore - he could tell because all of the new scent-powers were dancing around him and not engaging him. Stupid, weak him with no real powers of his own to fix the situation. One of those who did had abandoned them and the other was preparing to do the insane - to do the same thing they'd just done to the kid, and they saw how well that worked.
So he grabbed the guy's arm, but something told him - and this was probably something he couldn't see in the memory - that this guy wasn't backing down. It was that desperate, that important.
And then the same feeling washed over him again - a power being unleashed right next to him, a scent he knew he'd smelled before, but... it had been ages and the air was still thick with the scent of blood. Two different scents - distinct, powerful, unleashed on each other to duke it out while he did what?
While he watched. While he fucking watched his best friend and the berserk kid pound on each other. Oh HELL no... The fourth guy should be here... he could have solved this problem already, but no, he had to be a dick and run off. With every clash of the two powers, his grip on his weapon tightened.
A spike of energy, a shift in the intent of his best friend and that was his cue. DON'T DO IT! He was gripping his best friend from the back, his arms around the other man's front. He didn't have the strength to stop the raging man from pummeling the kid, but maybe... Sure enough, his crazed friend turned on him - he felt the intent to kill - but at the last second a rush of air against his face was all he felt. His friend had pulled the punch, barely catching himself in time. That was the only power he had over the crazed ones now - memories of friendship, something ethereal that couldn't be honed or harnessed into a weapon.
Unlike the trick his friend finally pulled on the berserk kid to make him stop running rampant all over the city. There was a charcoal-like scent, a crackling wave rippling up and away. Had they finally done it? He waited one second, two seconds, three- There, the kid fell again and he reached over to grab the diadem, practically slamming it back down on the kid's head he was so ready to have it all over with. The overpowering scent of the unique being faded into the sleeping aura of a kid without a care in the world.
Of course that was only one down, he still had the other to worry about. And as he pressed his hands to his friend's bloody chest, the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach kept gnawing deeper. Somehow, he didn't believe the kid could actually die - he was too tough for that. His friend? His friend could die; he'd seen him on the brink of death and helped pull him back. He KNEW that his friend would die if given the chance...
GOD-DAMNIT WHY AM I SO USELESS?!
Finally he felt the chest cavity collapse and a splurt of breath and blood come out of his friend's mouth. He was practically shuddering with relief. He didn't think he'd ever get the blood-sweat smell out of his nostrils.
They needed rest. All of them. So first he picked up his friend and slung one arm over his back, then picked up the kid under his other arm. If there was one thing he could do for them, he would be the pack-mule that carried them both to a bed, clean the blood off of them, and watch over them until they regained consciousness.
Unlike the dick he passed on his way out of town. He was actually angry he couldn't remember the bastard's face now... because he knew he'd punch it the next time he saw it.
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Disclaimer: This is my first time writing a memory so if I did something wrong please comment and I'll fix it! ;;
For future reference, the other two dreams he got in the Revolving Dreams event that he never posted about are Want's and Reverie/White Moon's
Note: This is why he hates people leaving him and returning without memories in ES. ^^;; Also backdated because I fail and need to post an entry about his memory-recall and marketplace adventures from BEFORE this log happened.
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The next thing he knew, there was an explosion of blood and a familiar ... sense of something dimming like a candle getting snuffed out. That was one of the strongest ever! Stay with me, kid! A scarf was thrown into his hands and he was desperately trying to wrap it around a huge gash in a stomach.
Where the hell-?! Another strength was fading, but that's because it was leaving. LEAVING! This infuriated him like nothing else he knew - now of all times!
They'd go for the long shot, he realized after a brief panic attack that had him gripping someone else's shirt. He would be the one to do it - he felt the cool metal of the diadem around the kid's head and slowly pushed it off.
Then he practically fell backwards on his ass as the kid jumped up like he hadn't just been about to die, his hands feeling the smooth cobblestone. The strength was back and more powerful than ever and he was about scared shitless by it, despite being relieved it actually worked. He felt the familiar weight of the chain in his hands despite knowing it was being tugged with a force far more powerful than himself.
But then he wasn't the one in the fray anymore - he could tell because all of the new scent-powers were dancing around him and not engaging him. Stupid, weak him with no real powers of his own to fix the situation. One of those who did had abandoned them and the other was preparing to do the insane - to do the same thing they'd just done to the kid, and they saw how well that worked.
So he grabbed the guy's arm, but something told him - and this was probably something he couldn't see in the memory - that this guy wasn't backing down. It was that desperate, that important.
And then the same feeling washed over him again - a power being unleashed right next to him, a scent he knew he'd smelled before, but... it had been ages and the air was still thick with the scent of blood. Two different scents - distinct, powerful, unleashed on each other to duke it out while he did what?
While he watched. While he fucking watched his best friend and the berserk kid pound on each other. Oh HELL no... The fourth guy should be here... he could have solved this problem already, but no, he had to be a dick and run off. With every clash of the two powers, his grip on his weapon tightened.
A spike of energy, a shift in the intent of his best friend and that was his cue. DON'T DO IT! He was gripping his best friend from the back, his arms around the other man's front. He didn't have the strength to stop the raging man from pummeling the kid, but maybe... Sure enough, his crazed friend turned on him - he felt the intent to kill - but at the last second a rush of air against his face was all he felt. His friend had pulled the punch, barely catching himself in time. That was the only power he had over the crazed ones now - memories of friendship, something ethereal that couldn't be honed or harnessed into a weapon.
Unlike the trick his friend finally pulled on the berserk kid to make him stop running rampant all over the city. There was a charcoal-like scent, a crackling wave rippling up and away. Had they finally done it? He waited one second, two seconds, three- There, the kid fell again and he reached over to grab the diadem, practically slamming it back down on the kid's head he was so ready to have it all over with. The overpowering scent of the unique being faded into the sleeping aura of a kid without a care in the world.
Of course that was only one down, he still had the other to worry about. And as he pressed his hands to his friend's bloody chest, the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach kept gnawing deeper. Somehow, he didn't believe the kid could actually die - he was too tough for that. His friend? His friend could die; he'd seen him on the brink of death and helped pull him back. He KNEW that his friend would die if given the chance...
GOD-DAMNIT WHY AM I SO USELESS?!
Finally he felt the chest cavity collapse and a splurt of breath and blood come out of his friend's mouth. He was practically shuddering with relief. He didn't think he'd ever get the blood-sweat smell out of his nostrils.
They needed rest. All of them. So first he picked up his friend and slung one arm over his back, then picked up the kid under his other arm. If there was one thing he could do for them, he would be the pack-mule that carried them both to a bed, clean the blood off of them, and watch over them until they regained consciousness.
Unlike the dick he passed on his way out of town. He was actually angry he couldn't remember the bastard's face now... because he knew he'd punch it the next time he saw it.
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Disclaimer: This is my first time writing a memory so if I did something wrong please comment and I'll fix it! ;;
For future reference, the other two dreams he got in the Revolving Dreams event that he never posted about are Want's and Reverie/White Moon's