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WHO: Anya, Yukine, & Yato
WHERE: Anya's house.
WHEN: 5/2 (backdated), almost evening.
WHAT: an exciting reunion a few years past due.
WARNINGS: violence, swearing, & yato.
[ continued from here ]
( it's funny how the sound of one person's name can make someone's blood run cold. it's probably a coincidence, just a weird happenstance of someone else sharing the same name as his aniki, but the possibility of it alone is enough to make yukine feel sick to his stomach. his feet feel like lead as he follows behind anya, breath caught in his throat as he fears for who might turn the corner to greet her, and he strongly considers running.
turning around and running in the opposite direction just because he might encounter the person he's wanted to see the most for the last few years.
what was he going to do if it were really him? would he even be happy to see him? he abandoned him. just like everyone else. )
A-anya. . .? Did you say "Yato"?
( maybe he just misheard. )
WHERE: Anya's house.
WHEN: 5/2 (backdated), almost evening.
WHAT: an exciting reunion a few years past due.
WARNINGS: violence, swearing, & yato.
[ continued from here ]
( it's funny how the sound of one person's name can make someone's blood run cold. it's probably a coincidence, just a weird happenstance of someone else sharing the same name as his aniki, but the possibility of it alone is enough to make yukine feel sick to his stomach. his feet feel like lead as he follows behind anya, breath caught in his throat as he fears for who might turn the corner to greet her, and he strongly considers running.
turning around and running in the opposite direction just because he might encounter the person he's wanted to see the most for the last few years.
what was he going to do if it were really him? would he even be happy to see him? he abandoned him. just like everyone else. )
A-anya. . .? Did you say "Yato"?
( maybe he just misheard. )
/2
( he bites his bottom lip hard enough to bleed, trying to silence himself from screaming as an entire storm of emotion sweeps through him. he thinks briefly that he might choke on nothing, suffocated by fury alone. his hands are shaking, just barely, a minute tremor before he clenches his fists and turns his face forward. that bastard had definitely been yato.
that voice, that face—
but it also wasn't yato. not the yato he knew. the yato that he had known wouldn't be here in some stupid cat pajamas, skidding around like a child, and then hiding from him. that last part was the worst part of it, knowing that yato had seen him and then immediately dodged.
the worst, the worst, the worst.
he feels sick. was he the only one who had wanted to see him after all this time? was it just him? again? why was it always like this? didn't he matter? how long had he been looking for this guy, always holding out hope that he was alright and they'd see each other again? yato had just vanished! he didn't know what happened or if he was even alright!
just that he was gone.
there's a sharp intake of breath as he walks past anya, right into her house without a shred of humility. )
Kill you. . .!