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Jul. 29th, 2006 | 04:38 pm
location: Storehouse, Minnakami Village
mood: awake
posted by: lonelyremaining in zero_snapshot

Who: Itsuki Tachibana
Where: Storehouse, Minnakami Village
When: Nightfall
Open To: Ghosts of Minnakami, Dream-World participants

Nightfall. The night had begun, and Itsuki rose from his futon again. Tonight, instead of moving to the window as he normaly would, Itsuki merely sat listlessly on his futon, hugging his knees. For the first time in countless nights; for the first time since the village had been swallowed by the repentance, Itsuki had dreamed. The white haired boy shuddered at the things he had seen, the things that he assumed were probably true- or he wouldn't have seen them.

Even this place, his hell, could find new ways to torment him. Could it be true, that the pile of corpses in the great hall of the Kurosawa house, the victims, the blood, were all killed by Sae's hand? The Kusabi had returned with a vengance as well, and brutally begun dismembering residents of the village. At one point in the dream, he brought his hands up to his face, but they weren't his hands, they were a girl's hands. Somehow, he had learned of many events that had taken place after his own death

But really, he thought, It was more like I saw it all... through someone else.

He found himself fidgeting, running his fingers over a piece of rope. It was wound up into tight knots, making it look almost like a decorative piece. But to The remaining, it was much more. Most of the time, the silky red cord could be found tucked away secretly in his yukata, but when he was afraid or worried, he often brought it out and touched it or just stared at it. He had kept it on his body at all times for an entire year after his ceremony, and it was tucked away right next to his heart up until the very end. On the day he had killed Mutsuki, it had been the cord that bound them together up until the very end.

Brown eyes glanced in the direction of the bars of the window, then fell on the western style writing desk that was under it. In a few hours, it would be in the center of the room beneath the noose. 

Mio, I don't know where you are... or if you're even alive. But you have to hurry before this entire village falls into nothingness.

For the shadow of a moment, Itsuki Tachibana wondered something that he had never thought of in the entire course of his time being trapped in the village. He wondered in that tiny moment; How would one go about escaping this cell?

Upon this thought, he was nearly driven to madness by curiosity. How had he managed to find out everything about the rest of the night? Where was Mio, and how had she supposedly "killed" the villagers? Part of him doubted that the rest of the village still existed at all. He wanted out, wanted to find what had gone so wrong. To Itsuki, it felt like the very fabric of time and space was unraveling, the bars and walls around him becoming more and more weak.

Could it be... that I'm being forgiven? He dared to wonder for a moment. Itsuki would sweep that tiny fragment of hope away, and hide it in the deepest part of his heart as he waited for his visitor.

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from: not_a_butterfly
date: Jul. 30th, 2006 06:55 pm (UTC)

Mio didn't want to believe was some sort of murderer. He wasn't cruel, or heartless, and he seemed to feel very guilty over it. Murderers didn't feel like that, right? And even if he did kill someone, she owed him for always helping her.

"I... I'm sorry, Itsuki." She gave him one last, sad look and turned to run to the Osaka house. Under her breath, she muttered, "I'm going to help you. I promise."

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from: lonelyremaining
date: Jul. 30th, 2006 07:10 pm (UTC)

The Remaining watched Mio walk away. His breath caught in his throat as another series of sobs tore through him.

What is WRONG with me?

Itsuki tried to dry his eyes, turning his back to the world. He felt like he was loosing his mind, a normal thing now.

"I want you to forgive me... Yae, Chitose, Mutsuki..." He whispered.

But the boy knew he could never forgive himself.

He sat at the desk and waited.

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