Not So Grand Opening

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It's taken a long time for him to finish cleaning up the abandoned gym that he's taken residence in. While the equipment still isn't set up, and the ropes are far too slack on the boxing ring to be of any use yet, the mysterious rubble has all been cleared out. Sleep is a pointless endeavour after five Enhancers, so he pops another three and gets

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[demifemme]

Meow!

*Lord Baldybutt has escaped the ever-vigilant custody of the Hitoshura to go wander about in the Mall, and this heap of flesh smells funny. Therefore, he will come and sniff it.*

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...There's a skinless cat in his face, and he can't seem to move enough to do anything. Akihiko gurgles, shivering away from the cold nose on his cheek as much as he can.

"Ngh..."

[demifemme]

BALDY! *Why did she accept to catsit this cat, she didn't know. Now she was looking all over for him and-*

BAL-AKIHIKO???

*She runs up to the fallen teenager to check on him.*

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Colours, way way way more colours in his vision. He coughs violently, huffing for breath and trying to turn his face away from the insistent cat.

"Uura." Akihiko grumbles, mutilating her name.

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Oddly enough, Souji was about to try to find the dorms (partly to get a room there and partly to see if Sanada lived there so he could thank him for the food), when he passes by the gym and sees him.

"...Hmmn?" Why is he...not. Moving?

...Oh god." "Hey!" He runs in immediately to see what the hell's going on.

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Footsteps? Thank God, somebody is actually here and hopefully not to rob him. Akihiko heaves for breath, slowly tipping onto his back with a subdued groan.

Ugh, who is that? It's hard to tell with the way his vision blurs in and out, mixing all the colours in the room together. It does nothing to help his unsteady stomach.

[emptylightnin]

Shit. Souji thought he looked pretty pale when they first met, but he wasn't expecting anything like this.

"Akihiko-san? It's me, Souji." Jesus Christ, what dilated pupils you have there, sir.

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Tiny, tiny little pupils. He squeezes his eyelids closed, unconciously trying to clear his vision. It doesn't help, and he lets his head tip back against the hardwood floor.

"Okay..." Akihiko answers finally, holding a scarred hand to his chest.

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He'd recognize the boots right in front of his face anywhere. That's Shinji's, or at least, he thinks they are. Heaving for breath makes it too hard to speak, so he tips over onto his back, landing on Shinji's boots.

They certainly feel real.

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Get up? That's a good idea. Akihiko huffs through his teeth, gritting them together as he tries to get his arms under himself. He manages over a period of a few minutes, supporting his shaky body on his elbows.

When he tries to go further, there's a sharp, distinct pain across his diaphragm, and he turns his head to the side to dry heave loudly.

[livesbytheword]

*Just because she doesn't like you doesn't mean she won't help you if you're about to freaking die. There is a pair of boots in front of Akihiko, and next to them, hovering a foot off the ground, a pair of bare, gray-skinned feet.*

Power, I'll hold your things. Carry him.

But isn't he the one that-

If we don't act, it's as good as killing him. "Thou shalt not kill", Power? Remember?

*Power sighs heavily. There is a light clanking as his spear and shield are handed over to Izumi, and then the armored angel kneels beside Akihiko to lift him up.*

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Akihiko turns his head weakly, incapable of fighting off whoever it is beside him. He heaves for breath painfully, feeling the constricting pain of the lack of oxygen in his chest.

"Nnf..." He gurgles, clutching at his chest desperately. It really doesn't matter if they're here to kill him or help him- both are great alternatives compared to slowly dying.

[livesbytheword]

*Power lifts him up as carefully as he can, holding still for a moment to cast Diarama. Maybe that will help, he thinks.

...then he has to hurry to keep up with his summoner, who's already started towards the clinic.*

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Akihiko doesn't fight the Angels grip, laying limply and almost unresponsive save for his desperate attempts for breath. Distantly, he can hear the sound of wind rushing through his hair and peoples voices- is he moving?

"...Ma?"