fourteenth breath ✧ voice

[musubi]

[filtered from Sanji, though he's still not sure if he has the right idea]

Hey, uh... I don't suppose anyone's heard from Naoki since yesterday?

[Pause...]

Not that there's... probably any need to worry or anything. You know him - hanging out in the woods all the time... I bet he's hearing this right now.

Just, uh. You know. Let me know or something.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

But it's okay if you go out and risk your life like that? If you knew something was wrong with him, you should've gotten more people. Ambushed him or something.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

He was paranoid as it was, it wouldn't have worked if we'd tried to lure him someplace...

[He shakes his head.] The whole thing with this was to give us an edge. We tricked it into thinking it succeeded and then caught it off guard by attacking later on.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

And what if he had succeeded?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Quietly.] He wouldn't have.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's so easy for you to just say.

[Isamu has both fists clenched tightly in his lap now. Dammit, he'd been worried out of his mind!]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

I'm not just...saying it. I would've ended up...

[...killing him before he had the chance. Naoki looks down, over at him and at his face.] I'm sorry, Isamu.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Damn right you're sorry. If something happened to you--

[He cuts himself off forcefully, taking a deep breath.] What... What happened to Sanji?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki's expression softens a bit with guilt as he bites the inside of his cheek.]

...he was passed out, when they took him back to their house. He didn't die...but I don't know anything more than that. [He curls his hand, grips at his knee tightly.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

I see. [It's not like he wanted Sanji to die either, or anything. Though if that got the parasite out... He'd come back, right?

He takes another deep breath and straightens up.] You're not allowed to leave the apartment for the next couple days. Just so you know.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki blinks at that. He's tempted to protest because, even injured, he'd rather be out and around--]

...at all?

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

At all.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

...okay, Isamu.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[That's right. Dad's laying down the law! ...Wait.] I'd rather not lose any more years off my life worrying for you, thanks.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Nghhh, guilt.] Alright...I won't go anywhere til you give the say-so.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Good.

...

...Were you still hungry?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Yeah, a bit. [Cue stomach growling loudly.] Okay, a little more than that.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Snort.] Yeah, I figured. Made several sandwiches earlier, so I'll go grab you a plateful.

[He gets up, walking to the other room and returning with a plate of really basic sandwiches. Hey, it's food.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Like Naoki's going to complain. Excuse him while he wolfs them down--he hasn't gotten anything since he was fake!killed, after all.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Heh. [Isamu smiles a little and it's almost not a smirk. Almost.] I'll run out to the store tomorrow.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Muffled noise that might be a thank you as he swallows thickly.] Ah, okay...I end up eating a lot when I get hurt. [An apologetic look, in advance.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Yeah, makes sense. You're healing, after all. [And there's that whole DEMON thing, but he doesn't need to mention that.]

Anything you want in particular?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Polishing off those sandwiches now and leaning back to get comfortable. He fidgets.] Um...some grilled salmon, and shrimp--tempura, maybe.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Gotcha. That shouldn't be too hard. [He might not be a gourmet, but he did know how to cook the basics.]

Anything else? Might as well make a list.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki looks at him for a minute and then scratches his hair.]

Some fruit and stuff'd be good if you'd pick it up and--well, I'll eat anything you make. [He still feels a little bad, though, for getting his friend to make stuff for him.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Anything, huh? [He does smirk now.] I'll stock up, then.