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tunasub2015-08-12 01:10 am
tentaculled) wrote in tunasub2015-08-12 01:10 am
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[ Sometimes, in between teaching a classroom full of rowdy (but dear) children, creating study guides, grading papers, dodging assassination attempts, and travelling the world in quick half-hour sessions, Korosensei does find time to sleep. He's not sure he needs to sleep anymore, in all honesty, but he does, even though it feels like he should be filling every minute of every hour with things, the way they're slipping through his fingers.
Or his tentacles, rather.
Sometimes, he dreams about things from the present: nonsensical dreams about his students, or food, or people and places he's seen around the Earth - the icy plains of the arctic, flower-filled fields in South Africa, busy market streets in China. Other times, he'll have dreams about the past, when he was the God of Death, about blood on his hands, black clouds and gunfire, and the sterile fluorescent lights in a single-room white chamber. Those are unpleasant.
And sometimes, if he's really unlucky, he'll have dreams about her.
It's a normal enough day in the old school building - a hot, late summer day after school, when he's finished tutoring and is cheerfully slithering down the hall towards the teacher's lounge, humming out-of-tune to himself. He opens the door. He freezes. ]
-- Nu...
[ And she's sitting there like nothing ever happened. ]
Or his tentacles, rather.
Sometimes, he dreams about things from the present: nonsensical dreams about his students, or food, or people and places he's seen around the Earth - the icy plains of the arctic, flower-filled fields in South Africa, busy market streets in China. Other times, he'll have dreams about the past, when he was the God of Death, about blood on his hands, black clouds and gunfire, and the sterile fluorescent lights in a single-room white chamber. Those are unpleasant.
And sometimes, if he's really unlucky, he'll have dreams about her.
It's a normal enough day in the old school building - a hot, late summer day after school, when he's finished tutoring and is cheerfully slithering down the hall towards the teacher's lounge, humming out-of-tune to himself. He opens the door. He freezes. ]
-- Nu...
[ And she's sitting there like nothing ever happened. ]
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[ She sighs it out, almost reprovingly, but it gets her to look at him. There it is, that honest response from his skin, a blue that makes her heart feel just a bit tighter in her chest. He will be fine, she knows that, due to his own strength and the children he's teaching...
But this isn't easy. Truthfully, Aguri doesn't want to leave. If she could stay, see her sister again, stand alongside this man and help her class to grow...
But, no. She no longer has a place here, and he's taken that place admirably. It's more than she ever could have asked for, but tears prickle at her eyes anyway. ]
But I would have liked to see how things continue to go from here... sensei.
[ Whatever his name is now, at least that title is properly his. ]
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Though, apparently, she has. Or, at least, that's what his unconscious brain is desperately wishing for. Her approval. Strangely, he's not embarrassed by that at all. ]
Nyuwah...! Don't cry! [ you'll make him cry! Except he practically already is. Being called sensei by her is like receiving a blessing. Nonetheless, his other tentacle reaches up to her face, bulbous fingers dabbing at her tears with surprising delicacy. ] ... There are always walls between us, Yukimura-san. But we'll see each other again soon, I promise.
[ because, no matter what, he'll be joining her in a few months. ]
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And blubber a little more, she's kind of sentimental right now. ] ... s-say that. I don't want to see you where I am, for a very long time.
[ Even though she knows as well as he does, of his death sentence... still. While he's alive, while he still draws breath, there's still hope for him. She'll continue to believe that. ]
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[ the last thing he wants to do is make her cry more, but... well, it's the truth. It's actually the most comforting way of looking at it that he has. He's not sure if he believes in any afterlife or anything like that; the idea of being reunited with her in some form, even if it's just in oblivion, is comforting by itself. He supposes she wouldn't be fond of that way of thinking, either, for the same reasons. ]
... I'm sorry. [ it's all he can say, really. He's not going to lie to her. Despite the ever-present grin on his face, he's certainly not pleased about it, either - his skin is a melancholy blue, and there's a sadness in his eyes - but he won't lie. ] Please don't cry. You should be smiling when you talk to me.
[ like it used to be. He lets himself wipe away her tears - or soak them up, really, with how his skin is - for another second or two before he lets go of her. It's only for a moment, though; in the next instant, his limbs are reaching around her, gently pulling her against him in an embrace. It feels both right and embarrassing all at once; the old him could have hugged her easily, if it had been possible, but the current God of Death - the current Korosensei - wasn't nearly as aloof and controlled. The tentacles were tapped into his every feeling, amplifying them. Before, he hadn't even realized how dear to him she was until it was too late. Now, those emotions are almost overwhelming - shameful, even. ]
B-besides, you'll make me cry, too...! Your cool image of me will be ruined...
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She didn't want to see him join her. Not like this. A man like him... deserved more happiness than the world had been able to give him, and now that he's finally where he belongs... she wants him to be able to stay there.
Right now, though... Aguri selfishly soaks in the sensation of being held, even if it's by a giant octopus. He's still very much the man she'd gotten to know, even if he's changed-- for the better, of course. Her own arms hardly hesitate, before she's returning the embrace, as much as she can manage. Her arms are nearly see-through now. ]
I still think you're... very cool, actually.
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More than anything, he misses that. He's been blessed with a classroom full of wonderful children and dependable coworkers, all of whom he's happy to call friend - but he's missing her. Someone that's willing to look at him just as himself, no matter that he's the god of death or a dangerous monster or anything else. ]
... As usual, you're too nice for your own good... [ now he's definitely crying; he's glad she can't see his face while he's holding her like this. Believe it or not, he still wants to retain his dignity, even while he's a yellow octopus man. In front of her, at least. His arms tighten around her, but they feel more like they're passing through her than holding her close. ] I... want to stay at your side, but I can't leave yet... Will you wait for me a little longer?
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The time she has with him is frail and short as it is. ]
I'll wait, [ she assures him now, doing her best to make her wavering voice steady. ] And I know you'll have even more to tell me, about all of the adventures you've had and the people you've looked at.
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[ it's not like he expected her to say otherwise, but her words are reassuring nonetheless in a purely emotional way. His logical mind can't confirm for him that he'll see her again, but his heart believes. For now, he just tries to memorize the feeling of holding her like this. Not that he needs to make much of an effort. It's the first time he's done so - he doubts he'll forget, even if it's only a dream.
After a few more seconds, he pulls back, however, resting his tentacles on her shoulders. It won't be much longer. He wants to see her face again before she disappears. ]
We have a lot to talk about, after all.
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She hopes, if he does remember anything, it will be that she wished for his happiness. ]
... I'll see you again, Sensei.
[ And, with a brighter smile, she's suddenly gone. ]