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Characters: Sasuke & Rei
Location: Rei's place!
Rating: G?
Time: nov 20, afternoonish
Description: Sasuke is making his rounds. Rei is high on that list.

[After stopping in with Saralegui and regardless of his insistence of changing (Sasuke hadn't), Sasuke left. Almost everyone had responded to his accidental message on the network earlier, but there were a handful of people who hadn't. And this person- she was important.

He made his way to where he knew Rei used to live, and though it had been three years for him, he could still recall the way. Walking purposefully to her apartment without much of a backwards, or wayward, glance, he stopped at the door. Studying it for a moment, he lifted one hand to knock- before that hand instead fell to the handle.

It wasn't locked.

Somehow he wasn't surprised.

With a twist, he pushed the door open and stepped into the apartment.]

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[She takes it in, calculating and watching, taking mental notes on everything and her mind's moving too fast--

She exhales slowly, her smile turning a little sad, but encouraging]

Do you want to talk about it? [She won't push--she never does, but Rei does look a little hopeful at some sort of explanation ]

[he seriously considers it, for a moment. the fighting. the holed up bases. the experimentation and the hundreds of prisoners. what he agreed to endure for the power he so desperately sought.]

No. [and moves toward her couch, to sit down.]

[She moves to the kitchen to start brewing tea, saying nothing. When she brings the tea over, she sets both her cup and his on the coffee table and sits next to him, tucking one leg underneath her comfortably]

I'm here when you want to talk. You know that, of course. [Rei pauses, then moves to brush some hair from his face, her smile slow and sad]

I was really worried. I thought I'd lost you forever.

How long has it been for you?

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[he looks at the cup for a moment, suspicion bred of the company he's kept luring him not to pick it up right away.]

Nearly three years.

[She says nothing, taking a sip of her tea. Three years. For her it's only been a couple of days, but for him... To go so long without seeing her or any of them...

Things have changed for him, she can tell, though she doesn't know what happened to him yet. She reaches out, brushing his cheek with the back of her fingers. After a moment she leans in to kiss the spot on his cheek, leaning against him companionably.]

I'm here.

I'm glad you've come to see me. [She gestures to the tea] Drink.

[all of the affection, though at one time normal, feels almost overwhelming- and when she leans on him he is as still as a stone. he doesn't lean companionably back, or make room for her.

but he does reach for the tea, and close his eyes when he takes a long sip.

after an extended silence, he admits in a voice void of emotion:]

I expected not to return. Or for you all to be gone, if I did.

I promised, didn't I? That I'd be there for you. I wouldn't leave if I could help it.

[She pauses a moment, watching him] I hope remembering me--us, any of this, helped you somewhat. People have changed a lot because of this place.

[his gaze hoods at that, and his chin dips- dark eyes obscured by black hair that has long since grown. helped? he's not so sure. if none of this had happened, maybe he would have still been on his quest. he wouldn't have struggled internally with what he'd gone through. everything would have been easier.

but in the end- he couldn't regret this place, as much as he wanted to.]

Hn.

[She smiles a little, brushing his hair out of the way again] I'm glad you came to see me.

How long will you be here? ['Here' meaning her apartment, of course.]

[wildly, for a moment, he thinks she's asking him how long he'll be in Death City. and he wants to answer 'indefinitely'. going back to that- he doesn't want it.

but she's asking about the apartment, and he takes a drink of tea- finally looks at her.]

Did you fight?

[She tilts her head, taking another sip of her tea.]

I was sick, but... I took some medicine and dragged myself out. I found a weapon partner-- her name is Nepeta.

But I didn't fight long before I started feeling ill again, but I plan on going on a mission with her soon.

[the smallest of frowns edges Sasuke's mouth, but he doesn't comment. she wants to be strong, and protect herself and others. as much as Sasuke struggles with it- a burning desire to keep her protected- he can't smother her that way.

after all, what happens when he isn't there?]

Good.

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