deadtention | R1 DEADLAND

[Today was like any other day in deadland, wandering around to find something to entertain yourself while you waited for news of something exciting happening. Or something bad. And after yesterday's adventure and all the stressful things that have happened so far this week, 2-D was feeling a little bit on edge. But hopeful, at the same time. His friends were still alive and doing their best, and seeing Rebecca and Osomatsu and Akira during the seance lifted his spirits just that bit more. They weren't giving up, and that was enough to keep going.

......and then he sees that flash of bright, red hair. And his blood goes absolutely dead cold.

At first, his instinct is to run over to her. To kneel down and wrap his long arms around her and let her cry into his chest as she had done for him so many times but he knew he was the last person she'd want a hug from. Which hurt so damn much but something happened to her, and he can't afford to make this about him or his feelings when she's clearly suffering.

So he leaves, for just a quick moment, running inside the school building to fetch something. It takes him a couple of moments before he returns, relieved to see her still outside. Still trying to grasp the situation at hand. His pace slows down until he's walking, carefully towards her as if he was afraid of scaring her off and when he's close enough he gently kneels down in front of her, and holds out whatever was in his hand.]

...here.

[It's a cup of green tea.]

[ It's hard to really...think. After everything. After that thing made her (don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it), after...something climbed inside her head and ripped her apart, used her as a thing to kill with.

It's why she barely reacts at the movement, until she hears the familiar voice and straightens up at it.

Stuart. She wants to scream at him, but her voice isn't with her at the moment, and--

And what she's struck by are his eyes. No longer empty, but blue. It was the first thing she'd seen when they met. Though something cold sits in her stomach, she still looks on, shocked, and doesn't take the tea.

But she doesn't reject it, either. ]

[2-D watches her look up at him in silence, feeling a little... nervous, honestly. Almost expecting her to just slap his hand away and tell him to sod off, but what he's met with is a shocked stare instead. It has him feel even more nervous for some reason, and he waits for a couple of seconds before he awkwardly speaks up with a bit of a stutter.]

...i-is there somethin' on my face?

[He pulls the cup back a little bit, worried about why she wasn't saying anything.]

O- of course there is, you- y-your bloody eyes.

[ She stammers in a breathless tone, jaw tight and whole body cold. ]

Wh...what are you doing here?

{Oh... right. His eyes. He'd completely forgotten about that, and he looks a little bit embarrassed when she says that, his ears a little red.]

Uhh.. well I um.. er..

[He's not quite sure how to answer her question, honestly. Is she asking why he's bothering to talk to her right now, or is she confused about how she's dead...]

Th-this is the um. The place where.. wh-where people go when they...

[...]

Die.

[ A lump rises in her throat. ]

O-of course, I know- I-I figured that I mean- what are you--

Why are you...here?

[ Bringing her tea. After everything. ]

Well, that's....

[2-D starts, but he stops himself before he can actually say anything. He knows what she means-- or can guess. Why is he showing his face around her after all of that.. or something to that effect, right? He can't say he didn't expect her to at least be a little confused about it, and so that's why when he left to get the tea he got one other item.

A letter. Tucked into the back pocket of his jeans. He was going to have Vivienne send it to her but in the end, he asked if he could keep it to send it to her when he was ready. He still.. wasn't sure if he was ready, but it kind of seemed like now or never.]

I.. wrote you a letter. Er.. Miss Vivienne wrote it. I couldn't make anything sound good when I tried writing it, so I told her what I wanted it to say and... here.

[With his free hand, he pulls the letter out of his pocket and holds it out to her, unable to take his eyes off of the tea in his other hand.]

Edited (you ever notice a typo like an hour later) 2018-09-20 04:06 (UTC)

[ Rebecca looks from him to the letter, to the tea. There's...so much running through her head right now. A veritable cornucopia of all of the horrible things that've happened to her, by virtue of whatever it was that took over her, and the mansion, swimming around her and pulling her under.

And, in the midst of all that...there's this too. There's this. ]

I can't. [ How strange must it be for Rebecca Gales to have a quiet little lilt of a voice, right now? For it to sound like she's a step away from shattering entirely, with so much unsaid? ] Stuart. After- after everything that's happened to me today-- I can't.

[ Maybe, if she'd gotten to read it while she was alive. Maybe, if she had some time between all the memories, the deaths, the damn hijacking. Maybe if she was trying to sort between two separate suicides, both of which a large part of her really didn't want to go through with.

But, it's all happening here, and now, and-- ]

I can't read a single word you have written there- right now. Not today.

[ And it's all too much. Everything is too much. ]

[2-D physically recoils when she tells him that, pulling the letter back close to his chest. He should have expected a reaction like that-- really? A letter? To someone who he broke the trust of so severely, and was clearly suffering right now from something else-- stupid! He was so... stupid.

....but it still hurts, like a deep pain in his chest and part of him wonders if this really was just a simulation. How could numbers and codes hurt so deeply? So realistically?]

...right.

[His voice is extremely quiet, and he isn't.. honestly sure what to do from here. He looks at the letter in his hand, feeling his eyes sting but he takes in a deep, sharp breath to stop himself from crying and sets the cup of tea gently in the grass beside her.]

Right.. right. I'll.. um. I'll go.

[He pulls himself up to his feet, clutching that letter in his hand so tightly his knuckles turn white.]

Sorry to um...... I-I'm sorry. The tea is there if you want it and... if you don't, that's okay, too.

[ What she hates the most, of all of this, is his soft, gentle voice and quick, noticeable gasp dig into her heart like claws. That, after everything that's happened, there's a part of that friendship she still wishes for.

That she wants- deserves comfort, after everything that's happened to her, that she's not in the wrong for this but when he sounds like that, she still feels familiar guilt with the anger boiling in her gut--

...There's too much. Every bad thing, every bit of pain is still at the forefront of her mind. So she doesn't move, can't find a single thing to say.

In the end, she just nods...except even that's only dipping her head closer to her chest. ]

[It wouldn't hurt so much, if these weren't the only people they'd ever get to see for the rest of.. whatever this was. If 2-D had known Rebecca would be one of the very last friends he'd make.. he'd have tried harder to keep their friendship. He'd have tried harder to stay alive and be kind to her every day-- but he's such a fuck up. He's been given a second chance and he's gone and fucked that all up too. Incredible. Everything Murdoc's said about him being a moron-- a pain in everyone's side-- all of that was true. It just was. Or at least... it truly felt like it was. What did he even kill Maya for? To stick around in Gorillaz? A band that'd replace him anyway since he went and did something so selfish and stupid and got himself killed? You can't play music if you're dead, Stuart. And now look at you.

He's went and fucked up one of his last, dearest friendships and it didn't even truly hit him until that moment. When he looks up and sees her face dipped into her chest after a deathly long silence. He clenches his fists tighter to quell the lump in his throat, and turns around silently. Taking long, dragging steps back into the main building towards his room, leaving a trail of ripped paper all along the way.

Idiot. He's such a fucking idiot.]

R1 DEADLAND

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