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"They?"

Shigure and Yuki and Hari. ...And Tohru. They.

Oh...

They didn't tell you?

NO, the stupid rat...They all kept quiet.

You did ever think they *might* not tell you for a reason? Because whatever Akito does you can't do a damn thing about, but also, it's none of your business.

It is too my business! How is it not? And you can too do something about what he says! You can...

*falls silent, physically she's there, but her demeanor distant, a thousand miles and thoughts away, lost inside a memory*

How can you when you're never there, Kyo?

*Stiffens* I'm not there cause it's a prison!

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You have no idea what a prison is!

Are you KIDDING? *Snarlysnarl!*

How much time have you spent with Akito, Kyo? Five minutes? Ten minutes? A day?

*Glowers* I don't know! You want to know why?

Imagine years of being your will being ground down day after day, every flaw every impulse pointed out as an impurity, every impurity polished without end, and shaped into what he wants...

Prison's just a word, Kyo. Real prison has no walls.

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the13thzodiac - 2009-02-19 07:21 (UTC) - Expand

It--do you really want to know?

Duh, why else would I ask? I was only pacing on the gate the whole time, I was thinking that Akito was gonna have her memory erased or something!

*shudders a little at the idea, because he'd been dreading the same thing* He tried to. *rubs the back of his neck* He told Hatori to, several times. *pauses, looking unsettled* He didn't. Obviously.

...Obviously. *That. Kyo was pretty sure that would have broken him. To have gone through that with Tohru...and Yuki (that is so grudging, even in his head), only to have her forget it all. He couldn't have done it.* Good. I mean, obviously but...whatever, what'd Akito say?

*Right. After everything--either of them probably wouldn't have been able to handle it, honestly. At this point, Tohru was just... Hell. The world. To both of them. On top of it all, Yuki went a little pale at the memory, regardless, and carefully adjusted the collar of his shirt.*

She did most of the talking, actually. The two of them... He grabbed her - by the hair. Shigure and I tried to pull him off, but. He was... trying to scare her out of staying in the house.

*His eyes widened, and he stared at Yuki.* You tried to pull him off? *Flabbergasted, that might be an appropriate word.*

*Yuki stiffens a little, arms folding tightly across his chest* He was--he was pulling her hair, and-- *Definitely not admitting how terrified he was then, not to a stupid cat.*

*S'okay, he doesn't need to. KYO KNOWS. Cats can be intuitive (sometimes). But he wasn't going to comment on it, because...he was grateful.* Well...well. What'd - what'd she do? Say?

*Yuki's still wound a little tightly, at this point, and he digs his nails into his sleeves before he nods once and recounts some more.* She. She actually-- *unsure how to say this, really, can't remember anyone talking to Akito like this before* She told him--Oh, she did her-her Tohru thing, said that... She was sorry for him. For Akito. How -- how he's ill, how all he's know is--

*He breathes once, and then twice, and skirts his eyes from Kyo all-together* She just told him it was okay, to talk about anything with her. That she wanted to... understand him and--I can't even explain it, she was... I've never heard anyone talk to him like that before.

*Kyo wasn't sure why he was surprised, he shouldn't be. Yuki was right, it was her Tohru thing. And she...to Akito, she...After all the shit, she wanted to understand him. Understand him. She...was amazing. Kyo stomped down the blush before it could start.*

That....sounds like her.

She... was amazing. *rubs at his throat, awkwardly* She talked him out of his anger. Not too many people that can do that. ...He still punched me, after, but. He let her go. Willingly.

*He blinked, crossing his arms and uncrossing them, only to cross them again.* He. He just. *And she was okay, she was fine. He'd seen it. Kyo felt himself sighing gustily, in relief, before he realized what he was doing.*