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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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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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Running. I'm not in the mood, Hitsugaya.
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Whether you're in the mood or not, you know this is the opposite of what you need to be doing.
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[How did it always come down to those two words? To say his voice was strained was an understatement.]
Go. Home. I won't go near the damn house.
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[And that's where he starts running off again.]
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Uchiha!
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Again, he'd been played by one of those damn clones. Again, it had cost him precious time. How pathetic was that? Arguing with an illusion. Always with the damn illusions.
He stepped out of shunpo no more than a meter away from Sasuke. Seeing him on the ground was not good.]
Uchiha!
[Could he get up on his own?]
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As soon as he was on far enough - Hitsugaya's arms wrapped under his knees, his head over Hitsugaya's shoulder - the young shinigami made a beeline for the house in the opposite corner of the city. After all, he'd said he'd rather spend the night there rather than the clinic. Any turn for the worse, however, and he'd send the shinobi to Unohana-taichou in a heart beat.
For now, he just needed to get the other boy someplace warm and dry.]
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