ninth breath ✧ voice/images

[musubi]

[There's the sound of someone fumbling with their journal before it hits the floor with a loud thud. It falls open, and one might get a view of Isamu's leg hanging off the edge of the bed before he mutters a curse and retrieves it with a shaking hand.

He doesn't seem to realize it's picking anything up as he sets it down across from him. The teen himself is sitting upright in his bed, eyes occasionally darting to either side. He's still dressed in his gi from training this morning, and he's turning his ring around in one hand - the one with the demon design. He seems particularly jumpy.]

Nothing to worry about...

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Huh.

[Naoki stares into it for another moment or two and then shuts the door.] You really okay?

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

I told you. I'm fine. Must have just been tired.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

...Right. [Yeah, right. Naoki shifts slightly where he's standing, unsure.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

...What?

I told you...

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

I know. I heard you. [Naoki turns slightly in the direction of the door, rubbing his neck.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

So...?

[Isamu's expression is oddly mixed. He both wants and doesn't want Naoki to leave at the same time.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

So, well... [Damn it. Call it mothering, I don't care.]

Can I hang out here for a while?

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

...

...Sure. Whatever. I've got some ice cream in the freezer. [He gets up from the bed and makes for the other room.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[A beat, before Naoki follows after him, hands tucking in his pockets.]

What kind d'you got?

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Ah... a couple flavors. Vanilla, red bean, and something called Rocky Road. [He opens the door to a small freezer, pulling out a couple tubs.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki shifts to go and get a couple of bowls.] Huh, never had that last one before.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

It's heavy on the chocolate. Has a few things mixed in. Pretty typical American, I think.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Heh, as you'd expect. I'll try it, anyway. [A pause as Naoki glances over one shoulder before moving over to the tubs to scoop some out.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Go for it. It's not like I can't ever run out and get more, so take as much as you want. [Though Isamu himself is currently feeling more like red bean.]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Alright, then. Thanks. [Taking some of it for himself before heading over to sit down. He glances around when he does, expression thoughtful.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Watching him look around.] What now?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[After a moment; dismissively.] It's nothing.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

Hmph. Fine. I get it.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Get what?

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

I won't speak up so you won't speak up. Even trade.

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

You really think I'm like that?

[He straightens up slightly.] I just thought I heard something, but it was just my imagination.

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

[Quickly.] Heard something like what?

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

Like a voice. [Like Hijiri.]

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[causeblocked.livejournal.com]

A voice? What sort of voice? [He's prying, and he shouldn't, but he needs to know if it's the same...]

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[denyingreasons.livejournal.com]

[Naoki looks at him for a moment.] A voice from someone back home. Like they were here--but they're not...why?