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I'm a hazard to myself
Who: Sasuke, Frau, Frau's roommates if they want to pop in.
When: February 6th/7th, midnight/early morning
Where: Frau's apartment in sector 5
Summary: After this debacle, Sasuke goes looking for help in low places.
Warnings: Painful awkwardness, foul language.
The last time he'd been in this position, standing outside a door with his fists clenched at his sides trying to force himself to knock, had ended up being the catalyst to the world as he knew it crashing down around him.
It was taking everything he had not to run in the opposite direction--slip inside the apartment in sector eight as though nothing had happened. Pretend he didn't know the significance of the date; forget he'd even considered asking for help, let alone chasing it to sector five well after dark. Warsman wouldn't mind--would probably be too busy making them dinner, or writing his own cards, or maybe falling for the soppiness in the air and bringing back flowers.
No. He wouldn't mind, but Sasuke would never stop mentally kicking himself for lying. Coming up short. Taking without giving anything back.
"Damn it," he hissed, and pounded three times at the door. "Frau. Open up."
(The thought passed through his head that if his twelve year old self came across him now, he'd be dead in less than a minute. A melodramatic but apt example of his self-hatred.)
When: February 6th/7th, midnight/early morning
Where: Frau's apartment in sector 5
Summary: After this debacle, Sasuke goes looking for help in low places.
Warnings: Painful awkwardness, foul language.
The last time he'd been in this position, standing outside a door with his fists clenched at his sides trying to force himself to knock, had ended up being the catalyst to the world as he knew it crashing down around him.
It was taking everything he had not to run in the opposite direction--slip inside the apartment in sector eight as though nothing had happened. Pretend he didn't know the significance of the date; forget he'd even considered asking for help, let alone chasing it to sector five well after dark. Warsman wouldn't mind--would probably be too busy making them dinner, or writing his own cards, or maybe falling for the soppiness in the air and bringing back flowers.
No. He wouldn't mind, but Sasuke would never stop mentally kicking himself for lying. Coming up short. Taking without giving anything back.
"Damn it," he hissed, and pounded three times at the door. "Frau. Open up."
(The thought passed through his head that if his twelve year old self came across him now, he'd be dead in less than a minute. A melodramatic but apt example of his self-hatred.)
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"It has to be something of significance to the two of you. I'd say go with something that would take some time for someone else to decipher if they could at all."
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"I agree. You should put something that has a special meaning for the both of you - a word or a symbol. Something that only the two of you share and that no one else knows about so that he'll think of you everytime he sees it~!"
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He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, pressing until sparks began to bloom behind his eyelids. "We don't have anything like that. Haven't really talked about day-to-day stuff."
Emotions and scarring and the meaning of bonds, loneliness and each of their histories, they'd spoken of extensively--but Sasuke didn't know what his favorite color was, or what kind of music he liked, or whether he had any hobbies.
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"You already have everything you need. You've told us. You watch movies together. You eat together. Take all of those ideas of things you do together, that defines the two of you together, and come up with a picture for them. Then combine them all together."
He figured that would be somewhat confusing so he actually got up and disappeared for a moment. When he returned it was with a piece of paper and a black marker. Without a moments hesitation he started drawing. When he was done the image was generally circular with a lot of protruding edges. To most it would just be a mess, but to Frau it meant something. In fact, some of the protrusions might mean something to Teito too.
They were half images of times they'd spent together. The scythe. A window. A serving tray. A hawkzile. The church's crest. A fyuulong. All of them were there, but only identifiable to someone who was really looking and had a bit of an imagination.
"See? Something like this."
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Teito wanted to reach out and take the paper, keep it as a reminder of their home but he kept his hands to himself for now. He glanced up at Frau before returning his gaze to the paper.
He stayed quiet. He had given the original suggestion but now he was more distracted by his own memories.
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"Yes, you already do day-to-day stuff together and you were initially drawn together because there was something you shared in common, wasn't there?"
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There was nothing but the squeak of the marker for a moment, until Frau broke the quiet, and Labrador after him. Something that represented the two of them together, something they shared in common.
"Unless you count the fact that we're both orphans and can punch through a brick wall, no, not really," Sasuke replied, voice dry. He slid Frau's drawing across the table to look at it more clearly, at the lines and angular shapes that formed the circle. "And this would be hard to sew. Too much detail."
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"I doesn't have to be that detailed. You're the one making it up. And you already have some things. The movies. The fighting. The dinners. A fork, spoon, or knife. A fist. Whatever the actual movie disk or whatever looks like."
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I had an a-ha moment so Sasuke gets one too.
The two of them. Something meaningful, personal. He sifted through the most vivid memories he had of the relationship--the first morning, watery blue and cold and raw, clinging to each other as though to keep from drowning; whispered conversations in almost-total darkness, tucked in a nest of blankets and creating for themselves a safe haven within the storm of constant nightmares; embracing in greeting, tinged with relief that they were both still in one piece, still here, still together.
Still fighting.
Then, suddenly, he knew--as though it had been there all along, waiting for him to bring it to the surface.
He took hold of the pen and furiously began to sketch on a blank corner. A circle. Cloud-like patterns and swirling waves. Black and white and white and black, one dark, the other light. The moon.
When it was finished, he recapped the pen and leaned back in the chair, letting his eyes slide shut.
"Koi," he said, breathlessly. "Balance and overcoming adversity. Strength and fortitude. And--"
He opened his eyes and went back to the paper, scribbling down two characters. "Koi-bito. Beloved."
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Propping his feet up on the table, Frau tipped his chair back and crossed his arms loosely over his chest. He was rather pleased with how everything had turned out. He couldn't help it.
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"Frau, how many time have I told you not to put your feet on the table? It's most unhygienic!"
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"Still too complicated," he muttered, running his finger over the outside circle. "Can't simplify or it won't look like koi, but I can't finish this in a week. Not without him seeing it." And there was still the matter of what to put it on. "Is it okay to be late with it?"
He had a feeling that Sakura or Ino would have cared, but he couldn't imagine Warsman making a fuss--and immediately a pang of guilt made him duck his head. "Fuck. I don't want to wiggle out of it, but I don't want to give him something rushed and half-assed either."
[[Based on the thread I did with Wars, there was chocolate-making involved--was thinking perhaps Sasuke ended up trying to make candies shaped like fish as a sort of preview?]]