death_begins | Entries tagged with sometimes suicidal

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]

[Quiet footsteps up the hallway, bare toes pattering against the floor. There's a bowl of cereal in his hands, as he moves, humming a soft tune to himself. The way the camera is angled- looks like it fell of the desk at the end of the hall or something- you can't see his face. Just his feet, his legs, the bowl in his hands.

Yuca stops in front of Rain's door and knocks softly. Upon getting no response, he knocks a little harder.]

Rain, I got breakfast. You don't have to worry, I didn't make it... I mean, I did, but it was just mixing together milk and cereal, so I don't think I messed up too badly. [A soft laugh, and another knock. Still no response.]

...are you alright? Rain?

[The doorknob slowly turns and the door opens with a soft creak. There's a short pause, and the bowl slips out of his hands.

It seems to take an eternity to fall through to the floor. When it does, it shatters into hundreds of pieces, milk and cereal splashing everywhere. His toes are drenched, bleeding in a few small places.

Yuca's feet rush into the room, and there's the sound of bedding and books being thrown across it. Soon enough, that too fades into silence, and a quiet sob bubbles up and out of the room, so soft that it almost wasn't recorded at all.]

[It's night. The stars and moon cast a dim light on an otherwise darkened room. The kitchen table. Yuca, sitting in a chair, his head resting in his folded arms.

Asleep.

And poor dear, he needed it. He hasn't slept since Rhode left, since her guarantee to stop his dreams fell through. And it seems- pleasant. But things are rarely what they appear to be.

After a moment, he twitches. Another moment, and he stirs, violently. This continues for a few long minutes, unsettling, eyes darting every which way behind their lids. And then, finally, his eyes snap open with a shocking suddenness, the red somehow bright and fearful in the dark room. But you only get a split second to admire that, because his hands find the edge of the table and he shoves, hard, sending his chair toppling one way, and the PCD and table going the other way, so it's just... filming the opposite wall.

A pot clatters to the ground. Silence.

A scream.

A garbled name. Another one. His voice sounds utterly terrified, but it's impossible to see him with the angling of the camera.]

I can't-

[A strangled sob.]

....I can't-

[His voice tapers off, slowly, the yells fading, the sobbing continuing, but barely audible now. There's a soft sound underneath them- his voice, whispering quickly, quietly to himself, a monotone of repetition, trying to find some kind of semblance of sanity, of anything in those words, Out of the depths, I cry to you O' Lord, hear my voice, out of the depths, out of the depths, out-]

[Twenty minutes later || Text || Private to Kurotsuchi]
I'll do it.

...nice day, isn't it?

[It's not, really. Yuca is staring absently out the window, somehow deep in thought.]

Spring is coming soon. I want to plant more flowers with Rain- show him how. He'd like that, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, seemingly- not there. To those who don't know him extremely well, he just looks sleepy, or like he's just thinking about the flowers he's going to plant. But Yuca is rattled, uneasy, unsure. And what could possibly leave one as old as the world itself this shaken?]

Oh. Happy new year, I suppose.

[As an afterthought. Yuca glances toward the screen for a moment, before reaching over toward the PCD, and-]

[Filtered to Kurotsuchi || Unhackable]

Something is wrong. I might need your help- but you'd probably get a good study out of it too. Maybe? [He bites his lip.] I don't know-

[Filtered to Lucifer || Unhackable]

[He swallows hard and forces a look of indifference on his face and it's good- he's had years and years and years to practice.]

...why you, then, instead of Him? I don't recall ever asking for your help.

[But of course, he'd take it if it gave him what he wanted.]

[Filtered from Rain]

Hello, Adstringendum!

[It's said rather cheerfully, but his voice sounds incredibly dull, tight, as if he were speaking through a pinched nose. And when the camera finally focuses on him, it's clear to see why- blood is streaming down his face, one of his eyes and his jaw are starting to purple over, while his nose remains an angry red, bloodied thing.

One of his hands is half-covering his face, and drenched in blood. It's trickling down his chin, his sleeve, all seeming to originate from his (incredibly broken) nose and a rather significant cut on his lip.

Regardless, he's smiling cheerfully... or, trying to, at any rate. It's hard to tell with his face so twisted.]

I need someone- dependable- to look after Rain. Just for a little bit.
[/Filter]

[Filtered To Rain | Hackable] [Text]
hey rain. im going to be a bit late home, but I'l send someohe to make dinner for you, is that okay/ Don't wory, I'm fgne.

[ooc: Juuust after Alphonse beat the crap out of him and left him on the floor. Yuca doesn't mind particularly much, but he can't go home like this! What would Rain think? D8]

[He's standing on the edge of a tall, tall building- the very lip of it- staring out into the distance. As if one slight breeze wouldn't knock him over and topple him to what would probably be his death.

Ys (not Yuca, Ys) takes a deep breath. Looks down toward the ground, lets the wind sway him where he stands. His eyes are hollow, dead. He looks like he's going to jump.

He's ten years old.

...but it wouldn't accomplish anything, would it? He would just come back. Come back in Adstring, come back in his world, it didn't particularly matter. It was absolutely and utterly futile. Trapped in this body, in his memories, a prisoner of life itself.

Still standing on that ledge, he looks to the sky and his tiny frame is wracked with a small sob.]

[[ooc: Due to canon update event, Yuca is now Ys, his future reincarnation. I'm a bit shaky with his voice, please forgive me D8]]

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