[Snibble] Aftercurses
Title: Aftercurses
Info: Yamamoto, Tamamori, Miyata (mentions of KitaFuji, Senga, and Yara)
472w; PG-13 (mentions of blood/death) - Enter my new #snibble tag. Basically everything that doesn't count (in my mind) as legitimate fic. Part of Gameplay; A precursor to Death, or the Hacker!verse. There's a gap in the conversation that I haven't figured out, and it's noted by that ~~~. Someday I will actually write this fic. (I feel so insensitive posting this stuff right now, but I'm all restless and cleaning up my files and comm sounded like a good idea.)
Yamamoto looked haunted as he sank down on Tamamori’s couch. “I… It’s. Yara,” he said finally and then burst into tears.
Tamamori wasn’t usually one to be the comforting hand but with no one else there, he felt no choice but to kneel down, gently touching Yamamoto’s knee. “Ryouta?”
“It was last night. He asked me to meet him… So stupid.” Yamamoto swiped at his cheeks, trying to erase the evidence of his tears. “I shouldn’t have, it was a shady area… But I trusted him.”
He slipped his jacket open and Tamamori jerked back, staring at the mass of bandages on Yamamoto’s left shoulder.
“It’s okay, I think,” Yamamoto shook his head, a fresh wave of tears coming. “He missed… missed everything vital. God, I don’t even know if it was him, but he was the only one who knew… knew I’d be there.”
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Yamamoto held his hand with both of his, clutching it tightly. Tamamori hadn’t realized he was shaking until then, the darkness masking their emotions. “Please? We have to go now, we don’t have time.”
Tamamori hesitated, glancing around at the room around them, at the white, empty walls; and beyond them, at their world crumbling in chaos. He thought about his group, about Senga and Yokoo. About Fujigaya.
“What about Miyata…” He whispered, turning back to Yamamoto.
Yamamoto tensed for a moment and then slowly nodded. “If… If you trust him,” he murmured quietly, pulling Tamamori to his feet. “Please? We really need to go, we don’t have time and…”
Tamamori didn’t ask any other questions, just running into the room where Miyata slept. “Toshiya,” he whispered and Miyata bolted awake, sitting upright. Every since Senga’s death, he’d been sleeping light.
“Is everything alright?” he asked, instantly concerned (Tamamori would almost never use his given name unless he was upset.)
Tamamori stared into Miyata’s eyes for a moment and nodded, starting to cry. He didn’t want to leave. Even with Miyata and Yamamoto by his side, he didn’t want to leave. Kitayama, Fujigaya… Oh god, Senga. “We have to go… I’ll explain later.”
And Miyata, trusting Tamamori completely, was out the door in two seconds, nodding solemnly to Yamamoto as the other pulled them out of the apartment. They were silent as they piled into the car, the driver taking off as soon as the doors slammed shut.
Tamamori tried his best to hide his tears, Miyata just holding his hand, gently squeezing it every now and then. It was as reassuring as Tamamori was able to be reassured right at that moment and he buried his face in Miyata’s shoulder.
On his other side, Tamamori knew Yamamoto was crying as well. He could feel it, the shuddering and muffled sobbing, and Tamamori knew that none of them were ever going to be the same again.
Info: Yamamoto, Tamamori, Miyata (mentions of KitaFuji, Senga, and Yara)
472w; PG-13 (mentions of blood/death) - Enter my new #snibble tag. Basically everything that doesn't count (in my mind) as legitimate fic. Part of Gameplay; A precursor to Death, or the Hacker!verse. There's a gap in the conversation that I haven't figured out, and it's noted by that ~~~. Someday I will actually write this fic. (I feel so insensitive posting this stuff right now, but I'm all restless and cleaning up my files and comm sounded like a good idea.)
Yamamoto looked haunted as he sank down on Tamamori’s couch. “I… It’s. Yara,” he said finally and then burst into tears.
Tamamori wasn’t usually one to be the comforting hand but with no one else there, he felt no choice but to kneel down, gently touching Yamamoto’s knee. “Ryouta?”
“It was last night. He asked me to meet him… So stupid.” Yamamoto swiped at his cheeks, trying to erase the evidence of his tears. “I shouldn’t have, it was a shady area… But I trusted him.”
He slipped his jacket open and Tamamori jerked back, staring at the mass of bandages on Yamamoto’s left shoulder.
“It’s okay, I think,” Yamamoto shook his head, a fresh wave of tears coming. “He missed… missed everything vital. God, I don’t even know if it was him, but he was the only one who knew… knew I’d be there.”
~~~
Yamamoto held his hand with both of his, clutching it tightly. Tamamori hadn’t realized he was shaking until then, the darkness masking their emotions. “Please? We have to go now, we don’t have time.”
Tamamori hesitated, glancing around at the room around them, at the white, empty walls; and beyond them, at their world crumbling in chaos. He thought about his group, about Senga and Yokoo. About Fujigaya.
“What about Miyata…” He whispered, turning back to Yamamoto.
Yamamoto tensed for a moment and then slowly nodded. “If… If you trust him,” he murmured quietly, pulling Tamamori to his feet. “Please? We really need to go, we don’t have time and…”
Tamamori didn’t ask any other questions, just running into the room where Miyata slept. “Toshiya,” he whispered and Miyata bolted awake, sitting upright. Every since Senga’s death, he’d been sleeping light.
“Is everything alright?” he asked, instantly concerned (Tamamori would almost never use his given name unless he was upset.)
Tamamori stared into Miyata’s eyes for a moment and nodded, starting to cry. He didn’t want to leave. Even with Miyata and Yamamoto by his side, he didn’t want to leave. Kitayama, Fujigaya… Oh god, Senga. “We have to go… I’ll explain later.”
And Miyata, trusting Tamamori completely, was out the door in two seconds, nodding solemnly to Yamamoto as the other pulled them out of the apartment. They were silent as they piled into the car, the driver taking off as soon as the doors slammed shut.
Tamamori tried his best to hide his tears, Miyata just holding his hand, gently squeezing it every now and then. It was as reassuring as Tamamori was able to be reassured right at that moment and he buried his face in Miyata’s shoulder.
On his other side, Tamamori knew Yamamoto was crying as well. He could feel it, the shuddering and muffled sobbing, and Tamamori knew that none of them were ever going to be the same again.