Look. Just don't make me regret thinking that it might be a good idea.
I figured that you might want to know more about Sano-kun and the others. There's also no telling if somebody from home who isn't my friend won't pop up, so [Ugh.]
....I've talked with Sano-kun about it, between. About ...you know.
[No. It's care. Because Douman has made some really nasty enemies along the way and wouldn't be able to forgive himself if Sakura got targeted just to get at him. Some of those people would delight sending him back on that rope.]
He understands the problem, and it won't happen again. And that I'm not forbidding you from being friends or anything. To stay with your gang fighting thing, I don't want one of you to start throwing punches at the other for fun if the other isn't prepared. And for the guns to be left at home.
[ he thinks of endo. his hands around sakura's throat, his words whispered into his ear. like the hissing of snakes. sakura was drowning under them. he knows now why endo did that, what he was trying to accomplish. and back then, he was raised out of the abyss.
[Ah. Here they go again. No matter what Douman tries or says, it'll never matter. Will never reach when it matters.
Maybe he is really a myth.
Waiting for that thing that will finally free him from that endless limbo, even though it'll never come. That's what his youkai type is all about after all, isn't it? Serves him right for getting a big head from feeling seen, even though all he needs to do is to play his part.]
sakura flinches before looking back at the table. his fingers uselessly clench. he doesn't know what to do. what is he doing wrong? or is this just inevitable, like he always believed?
[He can see that Sakura hurts. But it's alright. He'll be better once Douman's gone.]
No. It's my bad.
[Douman pockets the mask that he had already grabbed and been about to don, and slings the rest of his outdoor clothes over am arm. He can put them on while he's paying their tab]
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I guess that makes sense, since you're kind of mythical.
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I figured that you might want to know more about Sano-kun and the others. There's also no telling if somebody from home who isn't my friend won't pop up, so [Ugh.]
....I've talked with Sano-kun about it, between. About ...you know.
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He say anything?
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He understands the problem, and it won't happen again. And that I'm not forbidding you from being friends or anything. To stay with your gang fighting thing, I don't want one of you to start throwing punches at the other for fun if the other isn't prepared. And for the guns to be left at home.
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Like I said before. It's fine. Nothing's gonna happen anyway.
[ he's never going to let it go that far. ]
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but right now, he's . . . ]
What do you want me to say?
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[ 'What do you want-' ]
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Maybe he is really a myth.
Waiting for that thing that will finally free him from that endless limbo, even though it'll never come. That's what his youkai type is all about after all, isn't it? Serves him right for getting a big head from feeling seen, even though all he needs to do is to play his part.]
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[He feels a hand tug on his sleeve. But when he looks down his arm is dissolving like a mirage.
"A Nurarihyon is a being that can't be caught or grasped. It slips past everything."]
Things got a little bit awkward, but in the end nothing really bad happened. Let's leave it at that.
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[ sakura crosses his arms on the table, resting his chin on top of them. ]
Nothing happened, so it doesn't really matter.
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The things they serve here are really tasty, so you would do good to enjoy them before it's time to meet with your friends. If you'll excuse me-
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Why're you runnin' away?
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Because staying has become unpleasant. ['for both of us']
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sakura flinches before looking back at the table. his fingers uselessly clench. he doesn't know what to do. what is he doing wrong? or is this just inevitable, like he always believed?
in the end he just mumbles out. ]
. . . Sorry.
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No. It's my bad.
[Douman pockets the mask that he had already grabbed and been about to don, and slings the rest of his outdoor clothes over am arm. He can put them on while he's paying their tab]
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it's not like he belongs anywhere. ]