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R1 DEADLAND PT2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO
[it’s strange, for the people who were already dead, the shift in scenery is sudden and complete. For those who have just arrived? It’s like you’re back where you left?
How strange.
But if you ever need her, you can always reach out to the guardian of this place.]
LOCATIONS
Note: locations lag a week behind the living counterparts
How strange.
But if you ever need her, you can always reach out to the guardian of this place.]
Note: locations lag a week behind the living counterparts
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Why would I ever...? [He murmurs thoughtfully. Is there even a reason? Is there a timeline where he could have loved Mitarai? He has no idea, so he hopes he'll forgive him for speaking in a general sense.] Because, everyone has a loneliness to push away, and that's how liking can start...
[Yoosung knows that very much. After all, even just hanging out in a chatroom together was enough for his first love. He cherishes every moment he spends together with someone special, like unearthed treasures. Thinking about that gives him a heartrending feeling, one that he's suddenly sure of more than anything.]
But it... it wouldn't be fair. I don't know what Yuuki would think... I told him if it's for the person I like, I would wait.
[he means to DTR. but......]
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Then he's blinking. The freefalling butterfly impacts on the grass.]
Huh????????? You what for him...?
[He didn't even have any idea at first why Yoosung would be talking about Mishima, why that guy would care about Yoosung's possible relationship with Mitarai. But then Yoosung says he talked to Mishima about how to treat the person he likes, and - no sentence on its own is clear enough, it's only all three of them considered together, and "huh" comes out during this incensed moment of consideration.]
That's awf...
[Before he can properly think he's starting to whine. He's taken the plunge of confessing his feelings, and this reception was so much gentler than the feared bullying that Mitarai developed some hopes, capable of turning into despair now. Maybe he should retaliate by any means necessary to his muse wandering off the pedestal - with Mishima? Seriously? He's basically just him but with static ("strategic") images instead of sequential ones! Less time working alone to get distorted but more time to get cozy in the entrance exam and simulation! Three years younger! Hey, maybe that's something he can use? Nothing else "awful" enough to say out loud is coming to mind—
Then guilt rushes through his body like ice water, forcing his tongue to still before fully forming that harsh word. Because Mitarai remembers how shocked Mishima was to have a friend in Kurusu and a prospective friend in Mitarai, his discretion about intimate matters that fostered solidarity, how comfortable it feels when the three of them are among the others in the cafeteria... though really it's more like Mitarai is watching the two of them. The co-leaders of the Phantom Guild seem to do everything together, and Mitarai can't say in good consciousness that Mishima isn't capable of doing everything Yoosung needs from his significant other. Is Mitarai even capable of that? He doesn't even have full access to the capabilities of the simulation. Part of Mitarai's desire to be Yoosung's significant other... is a desire for Yoosung to have the hope that comes from a significant other... and there's only one way for that to happen now... Even though Mitarai's hope from a significant other is getting crushed in a way that forces tears to form in his eyes.]
...fine, admirable way of doing things...!!!!!!!!! Kim-kun really is a g-gentleman...
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Th... Thank you.
[He knows it's hard. He knows Mitarai won't understand even if he explains, and he won't want to either. Yoosung knows what jealousy is. That's why he appreciates this so much. So he'll accept the lie, that Mitarai thinks this suffering right now is so beautiful. If he accepts it, maybe it will become the truth, and he'll be happy for them. But he still feels guilty... a thought floats through his mind that puts a sad smile on his face.]
...I'm not a very good falling star, am I? I couldn't grant any of your wishes... I'm sorry.
[But Yoosung is a magician, and he's holding Mitarai's hand right now. After a moment of deliberation... he holds it tighter and data transfers the information on how to data transfer. The information on how to make clothes, too. He hopes that will cheer him up.]
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[Mitarai lets Yoosung take his soft little hand but frowns down at the point of contact. When he wants to be so much closer and knows that Yoosung is relieved precisely because he won't have to do that, such a small gesture just conveys the discrepancy more acutely to Mitarai. Still, it's justified and harmless. When Yoosung speaks up, Mitarai raises his eyes, and he does feel bad seeing that picturesque bittersweet smile. Mitarai purses his lips, wondering if he should outright reject the self-blame of such an apology...
The information hits before his senses even process the comforting squeeze. A man so deeply offended by getting brainwashed has opened the door for Mitarai to attempt imposing a vision of his anime at any time. Here people can reach other people directly, what he's wanted to do all along... and Yoosung included him even knowing the worst things about him. Mitarai grabs the hand in return, hard enough to push bone. He's crying loudly, eyes forced closed, entire body shaking.]
No...!!! You're the, the best "Yoosung" there is...!!!!!!!!!
[As he speaks he transmits memories in rapid succession to excuse this familiarity - the multiple days he spent hours in the library over books with reference photographs of skies, seeking out the perfect backdrop for his butterfly, until he finally broke down crying over that footnote with "Yoosung" in it and set off looking for the perfect image of a meteor that soon enough manifested as concept art sketches.]
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Oh my god... [By now, Yoosung's eyes are forced shut too, and he's already starting to sniffle as his brain catches him back up with reality.] I-It's beautiful... I'm s... I don't know what to say...
[They're still Mitarai's feelings. Even if he shared them, Yoosung still can't share them. But they're a part of him now. He's just going to have to live with that, wipe away all these sympathetic tears. He doesn't want him to be sorry. It seems like he cries every time they meet...]
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[The muscles in his face have found the strength to push up a smile. Mitarai is used to receiving praise for his art. It's all the proof he needs that he's liked. Yoosung's impressed face is just as beautiful as he always imagined, and something he could watch forever, that he's learned how to keep in his grip. But Mitarai has done plenty of damage already. He's been entrusted to accept just this much praise.
He lets go and gets up.]
I think I really ought to be getting going.