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Sixtieth Rebirth [Video]

Two years.

[A small pause- Yuca looks down at the PCD, fiddling with some of the buttons.]

It's something to look back on, I suppose.

[He's quiet, almost vulnerable. Yuca bites his lower lip and looks away. He doesn't care. He's never cared. People were just here for a short time before they died, and took all of their feelings with them. He doesn't speak for a long time- he's busy trying to do something with the PCD, his breath coming a little shaky.]

But, all this time, and I- I thought that, this place- these people, they might be different. But they're not, are they? [Quiet. He's not himself right now.] No. No, it's no different. People live, people go, and people lie.

[Yuca takes a deep breath.]

It'll never be any different.

[[ooc: Hubby is gone. ;w; YUCA HAS A SAD AND DOES NOT KNOW WHY. Also is minorly drunk. And sort-of evented. Way to go. :T]

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[For all that he'd expected it in the first place, Yuca wasn't sure how to react when the shinigami pulled away- and he was doubly hesitant when Kurotsuchi moved back against him, brushing their lips together.

It took him a long moment- just standing like that, in the barest semblance of a kiss- before Yuca nudged back, breaking it and glancing down. He knew that, rationally, Kurotsuchi wouldn't know to be embarrassed or ashamed of it- he knew that to him, it was probably just some strange form of physical contact. Yuca knew that he shouldn't make a big deal out of it, because it wasn't a big deal. How many people had he kissed in his thousands of years? This was no different.]

...if you do come to my world, I'll show you my research labs. Before you kill me- I think you might like them.

[As he wasn't sure what to do to begin with, he likewise wasn't sure what it meant when Yuca edged back. He assumed it didn't mean anything, and he watched him again. Kurotsuchi was still a little surprised that he hadn't been annoyed or threatened by the small assumption of familiarity. It was an odd thing to realize.]

I'm sure it'll be interesting. Killing an immortal and an entirely new world... [His hand moved, fingers brushing to the side of Yuca's face. Exploration and interest maybe, if not affection.] -It's not exactly a sacrifice.

[He lets Kurotsuchi touch him, tilting his head into his hand, just slightly.]

I'm glad, then. [Yuca manages a weak smile, reaching up to straighten out the shinigami's clothing from where he'd rumpled it.] I'll try to make it worth your while.

I'm sure you'll manage somehow.

[Maintains the contact for a moment longer, before finally pulling his hand back, letting Yuca fix his clothes with a small nod.]

You've never exactly been dull.

Well, I'm glad for that.

[He pulls back too after a moment- and after a long, awkward pause of them just standing there, he starts to move toward the kitchen.]

It takes a lot to keep your interest.

[Walks after him, after a moment, shaking his head slightly.]

I suppose. But most people are more quickly understood.

And I'm not?

[He glances back at him, pausing once he got into the kitchen area.]

That's surprising. I'm thankful for it though- you've been a constant, these two years.

It's been that long already? Though I'm surprised you can keep track of times in those amounts.

[Looks back to him, frowning out of habit.]

It's mutual, anyway.

It seems longer than it has been.

[Quietly, slipping his hands inside his pockets.]

It's such a different world- and even though the people don't change, it's still... something new, almost.

I'm not sure if it's the best or worst thing for you.

[Glancing sideways at him.]

If you could go back, would you?

[He looks a little surprised at the question, but looks down for a moment, considering it.]

...I don't know. It would depend on- a lot of things. [He sighs.] Rain is going to die- I'm going to be alone again. But... there's a chance of be dying. If I do destroy the world.

That sounds- unreliable.

[To put it mildly. He doesn't much want to touch the issue of solitude- and if he hadn't contacted the edge of Yuca's despair, he wouldn't have understood at all how something like that could be a problem.]

Here or there, the options are complicated. Can you ruin a world?

It's possible.

[But it doesn't sit right with him. Not after being here. Not after facing Rain.]

[Silent for a moment. He doesn't feel one way or another about Yuca destroying anything; his own attachment is to research, not life or any world.]

...Whatever you decide, you'll die. Whether it's through my research or your actions.

I'm supposed to take comfort in that.

[He realizes this- he's thought that he would for ages.]

And- maybe I still do, but... it's been so long, that I can't be happy with words anymore.

Of course you wouldn't be. You're not an idiot.

[Which makes not being able to immediately do anything that much more frustrating. Kurotsuchi- doesn't quite pace, but he does start walking around the kitchen.]

What good are they until something comes from it? Anyone can say it.

[He laughs humorlessly and leans against the wall, watching him.]

You don't mind me not believing you, then? [Which isn't true- he does, strangely enough. But he's curious.]

[Glances briefly at him, but keeps walking.]

I know what I intend. What you believe doesn't influence it.

[That seems to please him- he nods, going quiet for a moment, thoughtful.]

...I like that. Don't promise me, because you don't care about reassuring me- just tell me what you intend to do because you want it to happen too. [He already knows that the shinigami will travel through the multiverse to find him and kill him- what's more, he knows that Kurotsuchi would die himself if it meant killing him.]

For not caring, you can actually be kind of comforting. Maybe it's the lack of thoughtless sentimentality.

Promises are worthless regardless, if they have to be stated.

[Even the concept sounded too sentimental to him. He was going to kill Yuca, and whether the immortal knew or believed or trusted didn't make a difference. 'Promising' was superfluous, meaningless, and he wouldn't blame him if Yuca didn't believe him, considering his history.

But he stops in front of him.]

And you know what I intend to do. I think some of the methods I've tried and considered would work, if it weren't for the Animus getting in the way. Nullifying them should take priority. Alternatively- paying more attention to how people arrive. There's obviously a connection between this reality and our own- forcing a connection should be possible.

Getting to your world would mean studying the mechanism of your resurrection in its natural state. Breaking it would be more straightforward.

[And when he's not staring at eternity, he can almost believe that.]

Forcing a connection...

[He considers it for a moment, before nodding.]

I don't know how long you would live to study my rebirth, come to think of it. [He sighs, reaching out to touch him again- just letting his fingers slide against Kurotsuchi's jaw, touch echoing over a few strands of hair.] I've just killed myself. It'll be six hundred years before I'm reborn.

Six hundred years to plan...

[Briefly silent at the contact, but he leans into the touch, accepting it.]

I'm around three hundred currently. Shinigami can live for a thousand or two.

[Though six hundred was not exactly the smallest chunk from that.]

[He lets out a wry smile.]

Then you'd have plenty of time to study my world, at the very least.

Certainly. I can't imagine being idle.

Plus, I'm curious of the place where the afterlife is broken enough to allow immortality to exist.

Do you really think that something like an afterlife can be broken?

[He looks up at him, biting his lip.]

What if this was intentional?

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