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week 7 | friday, post investigation
... Eichi?
[The other is gonna hear Sanji calling on the other side of the door, voice soft and... tired.]
Neh, can I come in?
[Normally he wouldn't even ask for permission, given everything that has happened, but he needs to check if his friend would prefer space]
[The other is gonna hear Sanji calling on the other side of the door, voice soft and... tired.]
Neh, can I come in?
[Normally he wouldn't even ask for permission, given everything that has happened, but he needs to check if his friend would prefer space]
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Sanji? ...Hold on.
[ there’s... a lot of loud noises as he moves every piece of furniture away from the door just enough ]
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Well. That's to be expected, yeah?
Y'know the moment Sanji sees him, he's gonna pull Eichi into a hug]
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There's so much of his weight against Sanji, and he's clinging desperately, pressing his face into him so that his ugly, puffy eyes can't be seen.]
What good is a shield who can't protect even one person? What good is it, this joke of a role?
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[Sanji's voice is soft, holding Eichi close. He doesn't mind if the other's weight falls against him -- might even prefer it, knowing that at least he's keeping Eichi from collapsing]
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[There's a pure frustration in the sorrow of his voice, desperate and bothered.]
"Leave it to the Blotters," they said, and then my role meant to protect from Blotters didn't do a thing, so what could it be? What do you think? Is it that no one in this twisted excuse for a fairy tale can trust past what their arms can reach? It may just be so.
[He's LOSING IT very much so, and it's evident in everything, his voice, his expression, his motions. He pulls back too quickly from a hug he really needs to melt into, tugging Sanji into the room but shoving the door closed and beginning to move furniture in front of it again.
He doesn't want to talk to anyone else.]
And, what, will we sit around and play detective as if it matters? As if we shouldn't vote for what will give us that promised ending, cross our fingers and hope on some imaginary faith that good endings do exist?
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... Eichi.
[... A deep breath.]
About that.
[...]
I have to die tomorrow.
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You're a hero, aren't you? There can be three left, can't there? Don't say things like that.
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But he isn't here to console you like you thought he was.]
Ion's a kid. And the other Ion used a wish to make him healthy.
[That's one.]
Magnus is just a kid, too.
[That's two]
And Stephanie-chan has suffered enough.
[That's... three.]
Souji and I are gonna fight tomorrow, at his request.
Whoever survives has to be voted for.
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Those children are no better than any of us, and that girl is a selfish mess who's suffered just as much as anyone else. So, what? You'd rather do this? You, too? By choice, even?
You intend to leave me like this? Because I'm not a child or some pitiable girl?
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No, it's because I expect more from you.
[The double-edged sword of being one of Sanji's. If there's a hard choice to place on someone, he expects them to keep their head up.]
But there's another reason why, Eichi.
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[He can't keep standing like this, and after gripping at the dresser enough to crack it, he pushes himself a way and falls back on the bed.]
What else? You may as well lay it all out at once. I'm tired of being kept in the dark and danced around.
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Because.
I'm the one who killed Akechi.
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An idol probably shouldn't be able to make the air this tense, but something cracks, and the blood he's spilled doesn't matter. Complicated emotions twist at his gut, and the desperate laugh that slips out isn't quite disbelief. It's that feeling when everything goes wrong in the worst way, but of course it does, because that's just how your life is. That horrible sort of dagger in the heart that twists just when you think the pain is dulling.]
As an order? It certainly wasn't your choice, right, Sanji?
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[That much is true, though if Eichi choses to believe it or not... well, he would not blame the other boy for denouncing him on the spot, ending their friendship.
Sanji didn't come here seeking forgiveness as if he deserves it. He stays away from the bed, watching the other quietly]
He asked me not to tell you, so I respected his last wishes. But he's gone for now, until we bring them back, so I'm giving you the truth before shit hits the fan tomorrow.
[...]
We dueled at the jousting grounds. His request. He didn't die laying down, Eichi. He fought me as best he could -- almost won, too.
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He hunches over on the side of the bed, laughing again in a broken way and holding his own head too tight, shaking.]
I've never been this angry before, you know? It's amazing... my whole body is shaking. I really can only see red... I thought that was something only for story books, but it's difficult to see past that color at all. Aha... always, no matter what, it's always that I'm too weak to handle something, isn't it?
And at the same time, I'm dressed pretty and given a pat on the back and told to lift my chin and look presentable. For the Tenshouin name, for the sake of everyone— I had to chase something that was that way just for me, and then I was knocked down and thoroughly crushed. I couldn't be the hero. I was the villain, dethroned by a girl who knew much better than I ever did.
And here? Shall I sit and smile and act as if everything is fine, because you'll all "come back?" I'm so... I'm so angry, I think I'm going to be sick.
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He can't tell suddenly.]
What you do with this info is up to you. I'm not gonna tell you not to be pissed off here.
[Closing his eyes, taking a deep breath]
I'm just making my requests -- that you let me die tomorrow, by Souji's hand, as penance for all the people I killed. And to get them all back. He's prepared for death, same as me.
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I can't interfere, can I? Now that Goro is there... he's waiting for me to bring him back. [He is... definitely going to try to deck Sanji right here and now, though, swinging a fist. Just one hit, he just needs to take one hit out on him, or try, or feel something—]
But you're so...! You're all terrible! At the very least, promise me that he can come back! Promise me that you'll come back!
[He wheezes a little.] Death was... never anything to me... but to lose my precious friends... the ones I love and who care for me in return... why? You were all supposed to outlive me. You're all...
[He's crying now, it's a rollercoaster of emotions!]
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He doesn't move. His expression doesn't flinch, either. Whatever anger Eichi is directing at him, it's... fine.
It's fine.
This is what Sanji deserves. He'll make no excuses for himself.]
We'll bring him back... and I'll come back, too.
[...]
I'm sorry. Life's a bitch, ain't it? [a quiet huff] But you have to survive now.
That's the burden we gave you.
[Him and Akechi both. Isn't love cruel.]
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Zelos told him to take care of him, and he can't do that. He couldn't take care of Akechi... he couldn't do anything for anyone but cause trouble. All he has to do is survive? He's been doing that his whole life.
So why is it so hard only now?]
I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Sanji.
[For everything. It's not enough, and he doesn't know how to stop crying right now.]
Don't forget that we've agreed to introduce each other to our friends, you know? Please... don't leave me alone. Don't let yourself or Goro slip away. I'm sorry... I'm sorry that I can't help at all.
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Didn't I tell you to stop putting yourself down so much?
You're here, aren't ya? And I'm happy you won't die! Shit, I know Akechi would be, too.
Even if it's selfish making you face this after we're gone, knowing you're safe is the only comfort we have left.
[A soft squeeze, even as blood drips down to his shirt]
We'll be back. And yeah -- I'll introduce ya to the crew.
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[It's quiet, lost, and already lonely, but it's something. He stays clinging to Sanji but shifts the both of them, pushing him over to the bed, which is the only thing he hasn't shoved in front of the door. He wants him to sit down so he can go grab a washcloth for that wound.]
...It's more painful than anything else, just as I thought. When I sat down to discuss it with Goro, I had said... that I didn't want to feel this, that I understood, but that I wanted to keep him from ever having to feel it himself. I told him that I wouldn't protect him, but I'd use a sacrifice to suggest someone else...
And it didn't matter at all that I broke my word.
[He brings the cloth back over, pressing it with a shaky hand to Sanji's temple, staring at the blood he's caused.]
Um, I'm rambling, aren't I? Nevermind all of that. Even though I've just punched you and then cried all over you... can I ask you to stay with me tonight?
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He won't stop the other, knowing that this probably helps in some way.]
If you want, then I'll stay.
[Where else is he gonna go? Zelos is gone. Varian, Natsuo, and Ion are gone. Rebecca and Cardia now, too. And while he does care for Souji and Veronica, even Belph now, it's really just Eichi who Sanji could not bear to see dead.
There's nowhere else for him to be]
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[He's so worried... he doesn't care about wherever blood has or is dripping, he's just pressing the cloth to Sanji and holding it there, eyes hollow as he thinks of the heart he'd stabbed too eagerly while picturing Souji's face.]
Tomorrow... I can't be "just Eichi," or it would be a mess. I have to block off my feelings and pretend that I'm confident in this ending. Until you and Goro and the others are all back... then I can't be myself at all. I'm telling you this in hopes that you'll have extra motivation to return.
[At least he's honest. This focus makes him able to move, even if his whole body seems to be protesting against it. Maybe it's almost used to all the torture by now? Sort of. In a way.]
I don't want to be alone... but no matter what you may think or hope, I will be, once you're gone, too. Just like I was before...
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[Eichi is going to have to block himself in, and that's the cruelest request Sanji could make. He knew it and marched in this room anyway, to break the kid's heart twice in a row.]
And trust me, I already know that shit's the worst kind of strength -- you're gonna keep going, even if you're alone, or you'd just wish you'd stop moving.
[That's all he's been doing since he got to the castle: watching loved ones die and having to wake up every morning like he had the energy for living. Ha.]
But I know you can do it. [his voice is level, firm, and honest, and he watches Eichi's expression closely] You've done it before.
[he remembers that Eichi memory very well.]
... Tomorrow, put on that idol smile one more time. [Reaching over and resting his hand on Eichi's shoulder.] Ignore the rest of them if you gotta. Shit, stomp on their feelings if it'll help you make it to the end.
Whatever it takes.
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Eichi's eyes are closed, and he's trying to focus on his breathing. Like he'd taught Rebecca... He just has to psych himself up, like always. Wait it out, wait it out, it'll be okay, it'll be okay...]
I'll do what I can. Even if I already threw a tantrum here and dirtied your handsome face...
[He feels so bad now, he's still trying to CLEAN IT and prevent more bleeding. But he doesn't have a useful ability like healing. He can't help anyone.]
Like always, I'll hug my knees, give myself a pep talk, and remember where I am. It's love that I wanted to find for myself, and it's love that I have to remember in the worst of times, or I'm no idol at all.
So... please know that I love you with all my heart, Sanji. This friendship of ours is a precious thing that I treasure... I still grow upset like a child, but it's you who's helped me grow all this time, too, you know.