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Entry tags:
- !public: accidental,
- + video,
- actually missing people,
- goddamn massacre,
- has a weird way of handling shit,
- i hate my pcd,
- just a little lonely,
- missing the parents,
- out brooding,
- sleep? what's that?,
- that time of year,
- ✉ akira inugami,
- ✉ alphonse elric,
- ✉ haruno sakura,
- ✉ hitsugaya toushirou,
- ✉ hyuuga hinata,
- ✉ unohana retsu,
- ✉ vincent valentine,
- ✉ winry rockbell,
- ✉ zuko
百四; 「accidental video」
[When the feed starts, nothing can really be seen. It's dark out, time stamp stating 2:30 am. Someone couldn't sleep, it looks like.
After a couple of minutes, the PCD adjusts to the lack of lighting, and one can barely make out the illumination of Sasuke's feet with the sound of soft rain in the background. He sees the glow and picks it up, the dead grass beneath him rustling at the movement. As he moved the PCD, there's a quick flash - albeit it dimly lit thanks to the device - of a tombstone. There's one character that can be seen during this: う.
When the PCD turns over and shows Sasuke's face, it's completely blank, void of all emotion right before he turns it off.
It's that time of year again.]
After a couple of minutes, the PCD adjusts to the lack of lighting, and one can barely make out the illumination of Sasuke's feet with the sound of soft rain in the background. He sees the glow and picks it up, the dead grass beneath him rustling at the movement. As he moved the PCD, there's a quick flash - albeit it dimly lit thanks to the device - of a tombstone. There's one character that can be seen during this: う.
When the PCD turns over and shows Sasuke's face, it's completely blank, void of all emotion right before he turns it off.
It's that time of year again.]
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Hitsugaya allowed yet another few minutes of silence before saying anything else. He was fine with a slow conversation, so long as he eventually managed to get Sasuke to his feet without the shinobi throwing a royal tantrum.]
Would you rather spend the night at the house or at the clinic?
[Sasuke's answer would dictate what he did next.]
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At home. [Oh look, he called it that again]
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Without an explanation, Hitsugaya set down the thermos and handed the umbrella to Sasuke. Whether the other boy took it or not, he wasn't holding onto it anymore.]
If you can't walk, I'll carry you. We can take the grave with us if we have to. If today is so important, spend it doing something productive.
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BUT.]
Don't touch the grave. [Hello there sudden coldness.]
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His frown hardened at Sasuke's change in tone, but he didn't back off.]
If I don't have to, I won't.
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Don't touch it at all.
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...If you get moving, I won't.
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That's low of you.
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[He tried his best to remain impassive, or at least look like he was.]
Uchiha. If you honestly think I would desecrate your mother's grave, maybe I shouldn't be here after all.
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Then you shouldn't have mentioned it at all.
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He took the umbrella back, though he didn't have much of a choice, and continued to hold it over Sasuke, not entirely out of selflessness. He hadn't backed down before, and he wasn't going to do so now. This time, however, he didn't reply. Obviously opening his mouth wasn't doing him much good.]
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Then, he's gone. Sorry, Hitsugaya, but that's something he does not tolerate at all.]
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Once again, he searched for the shinobi's energy signature, closing the umbrella as he moved into shunpo.]
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Where is he? Everywhere and nowhere. He's sent out two clones, to distract Hitsugaya, while he runs as far south as his legs can carry him in his state.]
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Oi!
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