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she is the sunlight
Who: Kaoru Kamiya
What: Takes place after THIS THREAD. Kaoru obviously has a reaction to this, and so it's time to go somewhere and escape and take it in. Saitou Hajime may be a bastard, but he doesn't lie. Still..a fake. Could it be possible?
Where: Probably partially in the streets, leaning towards the training area and probably beyond that. She's just..aimelessly wandering.
Style: Whateva.
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Last time I checked you had been killed.
First the mission which was still haunting her heart. Then the earthquake--hurdle after hurdle. And then her death.
"Killed." As in..dead. As in not coming back. As in Yahiko, Sanosuke, Megumi-san, Tsubame-chan, Tae-san, Kenshin were all going to be left behind and she was--she was--
The minute she shut off the feed with the stoic, (but never dishonest when it came to her) policeman, Kaoru took a breath, a choppy breath, as the device fell straight out of her shaking hands. She could feel a cold sweat breaking on her face--and knew it to be white as paper with or without a mirror. She could already feel her heart race at an uneven pace--feel her breathing go faster and faster until she felt her head swim. She stumbled a little, tumbling into the wall of her apartment as she clutched her chest, staring blankly at the floor.
"Fake..he did say it--could be fake...didn't he? " Her eyes blinked multiple times, as if in a slight stupor, as she began to open the door, quietly walking down the hallway with a sort of blankness that didn't fit her usually vibrant step, or her bright-eyed smiles. Her face was quietly subdued, and worse, it was as pale as ash; as she walked with her head down, utterly lost in thought.
A few times she bumped into people in the street, Kaoru looking up with a mumbled 'excuse me' as she mulled over the policeman's words.
I wouldn't..I wouldn't let myself die. If he says it might be fake--then I have to believe he's right. I have to believe that--or else--or else I am as good as dead. And I won't let myself be.
She walked around the city like this, no destination, simply a need to escape--somehow to quell the rising panic that maybe Saitou's other option was wrong. It was too horrible to imagine and she was so set on surviving, so set on living the future she never thought she'd ever be given (with Kenshin) to it's fullest that it was something her heart--could stubbornly not accept.
"Yeah...it's..it's a fake." Her voice was firm, even though she could feel moisture gather at the backs of her eyes. She felt seperate--detached almost. She didn't know how to go forward --not until she could settle herself.
And so that's what she was doing.
The solution was simple, wasn't it?
She'd just have to prevent herself from dying. True or not.
HNGHHH
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Okay... no need to get snappy at me.
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You really do always catch me when I'm being ridiculous, huh..I can't tell if it embarasses me or just pisses me off.
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[He's not one to underestimate the potential strength of an angry girl. He's partnered with Maka, after all.]
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It really pays off to land some good blows on an idiot every now and then.
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[That was vague. Soul looks like he kind of wants to ask more, but. o_o]
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[Sorry she's sort of relapsing into drifting off into space.]
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Anyway, uh, you should probably go somewhere safe.
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..I'm alright.
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I can protect myself, thanks. Besides, I'm surprised a Death Scythe has this much time on their hands.
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[GET WITH THE PROGRAM, KAORU.]
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Thanks, Soul. You're right. You've been around when I didn't even think I needed it.
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S'nothing.
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