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Geeze, my first few days back on the job after getting my new hand and suddenly everyone takes crazy pills. What a work out...

Is there anything that immediately requires my attention? And orders that specifically need to be carried out? I'm open to suggestions here. Minato? Saber? Anything at all. Just please, I really don't want to deal with the loopy people... unless they're falling out of windows or something.

Not that I'm not normally willing to help, but sheesh, what happened here? Was there something in the food they all ate? I think we might have an amature pharmacologist on our hands, folks...

Until then, I'll just be, uh... patroling or something. Wowee, this is awkward.

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[Heavy, trembling breaths...]

...

Where are you? I'll come to your position immediately.

Shut up... leave me alone...

No can do. If you don't tell me where you are, I'll find you by other means, but I'm not just going to leave you alone like this.

[He just yells in frustration, a rarity for him, and something gets hurled against the wall. Not the communicator, fortunately.]

...

Minato!

...Minato, please tell him. Please?

...You were there for me, Minato... when I went through this.

Please... let me do the same for you.

[He opens the frequency to both Tir and Kazuki, but doesn't say anything for the longest time. Just before the connection times out, he whispers, and nothing else. Just the sound of what could be gravel scraping as he lets his feet slip from under him and props against the wall.

He doesn't bother to mention that he's behind the bar, in the alley.]

Edited 2009-05-30 21:00 (UTC)

On my way.

Come on, Kazuki!

I'm right behind you!

If Tir had been born into Kazuki's world, he probably would have been a track star with as fast as he was moving, leaping over debris as if it were nothing. Through just a small bit of investigation, he'd figured out exactly what was wrong with Minato. He knew that pain so damn well...

It wasn't long before he reached the given location.

[Minato doesn't answer further than what he's already told them. No matter what he does during the day, he always finds himself back in the alley of the bar. At the moment, he's a tad sauced. Since he never drinks, he wasn't expecting the strength of the Battery Acid Shinji had served him. Luckily it's made him a little more docile.

Still, the boy remains on the ground, running trembling fingers along the blunt side of Souba's blades. As far as he's concerned (and he isn't) the other two will find him when they find him. He doesn't care enough to search.]

"Minato?" Kazuki called out for him tentatively, a little unsure. He knew about Kadaj. He knew Minato. And he also knew what it was like to lose a lover. Not only to death, but to be separated from them... He remembered that feeling. It made him nauseous.

It didn't seem like he was in the restaurant... It was fairly quiet, no customers. He wasn't hiding in any of the corners... "Minato, are you here?"

Tir scanned the area as best he could, and soon came to another logical conclusion.

"He didn't necessarily say he was IN the bar, just 'bar', so he could be outside. I'll check around there if you want to keep looking in here," he said to Kazuki, his tone and expression serious.

From where Minato sat, he could see his friends walk to and into the bar, but he said nothing. He couldn't bring himself to. With a heavy sigh, he allowed himself to crash back against the wall and just sat, Souba on his knees, and waiting. After a moment, he forced himself to grab the communicator in his pocket and send a message to both of them. "Outside".

Hearing his communicator beep, Kazuki pulled it out of his pocket and saw what Minato had sent him. Knowing Tir would most likely do the same, he turned on his heel and went straight out the door. It didn't take very long to find his friend from there.

Without saying anything, Kazuki went to his knees next to him, looking if he was hurt anywhere... It didn't seem like it. That was good.

...He smelled like booze, though.

Tir wasn't far behind. Seeing Minato like that... his heart sank right into his visceral center. It felt so painfully familiar...

Words were probably useless in a situation like this. All he could do was plop down right next to his friend and just... be there. Even in the silence, he would show that he wasn't about to let Minato deal with this alone. No one should have to do that...

Minato sighed quietly to himself as his friends sat beside him. Part of him felt guilty when Tir had a seat, for the way he'd been treating him- pushing him- all this time. But he was still there, with Minato a total mess, depressed and covered in Kadaj's dried gore, treating him as if he were sitting with him on any other day. He barely casts he or Kazuki an upward glance.

"...I'm sorry. I'm not very presentable."

The least he could think was 'at least I'm not drunk', but he did have a couple of drinks in there. It hit him hard, since he hadn't been eating, but nothing much more than putting him a little off balance. When Minato finally looked up, he cast his eyes on Kazuki first, his usually bright, grey eyes fairly dim. "I'm okay..." And then to Tir, something expressed in his eyes that he's still not ready to say. "Really. I'm not hurt..."

Kazuki shifted himself to sit cross-legged, he had a feeling they might be there for a but. Now that he looked at it properly, that sword... It was Kadaj's wasn't it? With the two blades? He remembered seeing it in their apartment... But he couldn't find it in him to ask.

"It's alright," he shook his head at Minato. He'd seen-- been involved in worse messes. It didn't bother him anymore.

'I'm okay'... That was a lie and he knew it. But he also knew why he was lying. It was too difficult to talk about.

Edited 2009-06-01 05:33 (UTC)

'Not physically,' was how Tir wanted to respond, knowing full well the turmoil inside the other's head. He also knew that, at the moment, no amount of forcing would get it out. So they'd just be there... sandwiching him from the outside world. That cruel world that had no justice...

"Good weather today... it's warm."

Minato watched Kazuki from the corner of his eye, noticing where his attention was. Clenching his jaw and drawing in a deep breath, Minato closed his eyes and lifted the twin blades up in one hand.

"Kadaj's." Minato turned the filthy weapon slowly, twisting his wrist for Kazuki to get a better look at it. Then he looked over to Tir, at his change of subject. The path away from Minato's little fib.

"Is it? ...I hadn't noticed." He looked up at the sky as if that could tell him something, then back down to his knees, setting Souba down there. "...Maybe the summer is coming. Swimming again... it would be nice."

Minato appreciated their company, whether or not he could find the words to say it. Instead, he scoots a little closer to Kazuki, and rests his head on Tir's shoulder. Maybe it would be enough.

"I know," He said, and that was it. Where it had gotten that blood, or how Minato had gotten so filthy himself... He didn't ask.

Kazuki just sat quietly, smiling gently to himself as Minato made his way closer. He didn't mind him laying his head against Tir like that. If anything, it lifted his spirits a little. Maybe he could finally come to trust his fellow again.

He put a hand on his friend's back, and let it stay there. And so he would, for as long as it took.

"I haven't swam in some time... think the lake is good for that?" Tir asked, keeping to that topic of conversation. Metaphorically speaking, the weight of Minato's head on his shoulder was intense. He was being leaned on by Minato for once... not the other way around. Could he do that anymore? Tir often found himself questioning if he could still be a Tenkai in a place like this...

That wouldn't stop him from trying.

"Or maybe the scientists will throw us a beach party," he chuckled, the words honestly bringing an amusing image to mind.

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