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| Katyusha | Nov 6 2011, 06:04 AM Post #1 |
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Immediately after 映画 It was abit past 10 in the evening when she returned. She had to keep watch to make sure there were no unwanted extras. Outside interference was the last thing she wanted at this point. Supposedly a day to relax and recover, it had instead turned into a mess. A pair of reasoned adults should have been able to handle it without having to recourse to needless romantic drama. Yet here they were. Admittedly, she'd been childish. From the start, the relation could be said to be childish. Someone who kept on grasping desperately, another who followed willingly. One could say it was being spoiled. It was a distorted relationship that was, if you thought about, doomed to failure. She knew that from the beginning. He should have known as well. She made unreasonable demands on others, and especially to herself. She would never back down when she thought she was right, and always insist in her own way. Trying desperately to be reliable. To bring about a tenfold result, pulled out a twentyfold effort. ... Regardless, it seemed over now. Unable to take her any longer, Kotoko had decided to leave. She knew it was an inevitable end, the only other conclusion she could think of being separation by death. How sad it was, that the man had claimed he had understood all, that he would be devoted to the end, and accept her judgement to be beside her. And yet it had come to that. As if, in the end, he had understood nothing. She wanted to believe that he did. She wanted to believe that it really was someone who could be there, but such a thing was an sin that could not be accepted by the world. Someone who had already concluded and accepted that by necessity, they would likely live alone, and likely end her days alone. She clucked her tongue at how weak she was. A far cry from how she had been when she first started. Had it been the weariness of all the time she'd spent pursuing it ceaselessly? Or was it, that from the start, she really wasn't someone at all suited for what she wanted to do. Even if viewed by outside standards to be statue, one could say she was too considerate. Too passionate. Too human. Why couldn't she just apologise, and say she was wrong? Why did instead, she feel the have instead spent the day watching over her from a distance, just to be sure, and letting her lover sort things out themselves? She'd driven away the stalker she'd felt earlier in the day, and kept her safe as a final gift. It was about never regretting one's own actions. A stubborn belief, the conviction that one must never stray far from the path they've chosen. But then, even if she was not the type to regret her actions, why was it that at the that moment, she was even more depressed that might have made a mistake? But it was not a mistake, she insisted. She was unsuccessful. But it was not a mistake. If you haven't made a mistake, you can be proud of yourself even if you were unsuccessful. It was simple. If you walk down the path that you believe is right, you cannot be wrong. A selfish delusion. At a time like that, most people will realize that their path might have been a wrong one. But for her, her path should always be one that she can be proud of. To wish to live correctly. To suffer while wishing to be virtuous, but at the same time contradicting it with actions one might find condemnable, for reasons that one could consider noble. It was someone who was screwed up to begin with and an existance that shouldn't be emulated. She was intelligent enough to realise that, but also too stubborn to move away from it. That was part of why she found it difficult when others found anything to admire in that. Why that man had been so painful to deal with. Why the others who she wanted to show the error of following it, when they failed. ... She sighed. There'd been too much thinking there. She hadn't followed after Kouta left the train station. Isaka wouldn't be back just yet, and she was sure Kotoko would not board the trains after that. Perhaps a different means of travel? The bus perhaps. Or the airport. It wouldn't be hard to find out where she went, so she could track it down in the morning. She'd at least send him his things back afterall. And probably move out the apartment herself. She'd spent the long time walking to consider her own options, and even took a detour to give herself more time. Finally, she'd reached the building where they once both, and now, merely herself resided. After walking up the steps to the 11th floor of the empty apartment building, She fished out her keys for her door, and moved to unlock the door knob. ... She realised at once something was off. The door was already unlocked, and the latch was already undone. Someone was inside, but there was no other trace of intrusion. Having moved in before she'd unsealed her circuits, she'd never prepared a barrier to detect intrusion in this place. There was no need for it either, considering she typically filled the other floors with surveillance gear, but it was meaningless when she wasn't around to monitor them or bringing equipment to let her continue to do so. She clucked her tongue. She probably shouldn't have let her guard down, and there was a chance the intruder was still present. Moving quickly and quietly, Miyuki found her pistol was already in hand, just in front of her, pointed carefully at the ground, her slim finger resting gently on the steel and walnut above the trigger guard, while her other hand moved to grasp the knob. The door quickly creaked open - as a security measure she made sure the hinge was partially rusted - and she entered just as quickly, raising the Contender as it's barrel swept across the room, seeking out whoever was inside. Edited by Katyusha, Nov 6 2011, 06:06 AM.
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| Yosuke | Nov 6 2011, 07:56 AM Post #2 |
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The fact it was so late was probably why she didn't leave right away. She could have easily just gone home to get on her bike and drive off herself. But...Kotoko was already exhausted mentally and physically for such a task. Even further she had already missed the last buses to her intended destinations to begin with. And while it would have been easy to avoid another encounter with a certain stalker on the BeatChaser, she was in no condition to drive...as evidenced by her current position. She had fallen asleep on the couch...and it was clear that she was crying before she did so. Still...it looked as if her mind was, for the most part, set. Beside her unconscious form were a pair of bags loaded with belongings Kotoko found dear...and it was also apparent that almost all the clothes she tucked away were ones she bought herself, none of the hand-me-downs Miyuki provided were present. Either way...she was going to leave first thing in the morning. She was tired trying to keep up with Miyuki, she was tired trying to live up to someone's expectations, and most of all...she was simply tired of being restrained for being herself. Edited by Yosuke, Nov 6 2011, 09:23 AM.
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| Katyusha | Nov 6 2011, 02:31 PM Post #3 |
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Her eyes widened when she spotted Kotoko on the bed, and it took another moment to realise she was still breathing, and that there was indeed no-one else there. She let out a deep breath, and secured her weapon again. ... Looking at the figure on the couch, resting peacefully, she shut the door behind her. ... There were alot of things she wanted to say. As before, there were memories and feelings that would not reach even so short a distance. How ironic how far they had drifted while trying so hard to be close. In the process, the both had ended up betraying another's expectations, and the pain of it, caused by their good intentions, was almost unbearable. Could it be called a betrayal? To be hurt by ones you trusted, especially to one you would not blink to give your life for. Such a thing, however one may call it, could be considered betrayal. Even if it had not been intended. It hadn't been a real or mature relationship at all. Only two idiots who kept on going. And yet... she found she didn't regret it at all. That was the most important thing. She'd been on such a thing from the start. In the end, the peaceful days, the attempts to live normally... even if they did not suit her, she could not resent them as wasted. For a brief moment, she wondered, if she allowed Kotoko to sleep there, that things would return on their own. But that thought died quickly. It would be selfish. That was where it had started to begin with. Selfishly clinging to her own goals rather than adapting the goals of those around her, that was why, from the beginning, it was not truely a mature relationship from a pair of adults. ...But, it was a nice dream. ... A faint, melancholic smile formed on her lips. She took a deep breath as she watched her former partner sleep peacefully for a moment. She'd cleaned up the room, and made sure the bags were properly secured. It was not how a normal person would react to such a situation, but she had never been normal to begin with. Thanks, she thought, towards the peacefully sleeping face It really was a nice dream. Thank you for putting up with me until now. But in the end, a dream was a dream because it could not be achieved. Accepting it as something that one such as her shouldn't deserve, she pushed it aside from her mind by marking it as an inevitable conclusion. A living embodiment of a nightmare had no right to dream to begin with. Kotoko's bags were packed and with her. The rest of the room was untouched, and the only reason she hadn't left was likely how much of a bother it would have been to leave at this hour. Then all Miyuki could do... was simply wish her well, perhaps in the hope someone more deserving would come into their life. Although she'd already thought she had protected her for the final time earlier that night, she had decided to give the woman who lay there a final gift. The couch was never designed for comfort. Carefully, she raised the other woman, and began quietly walking to the bed. She intended to have her at least stay the night there instead. Afterwards, whatever would come would come, but for now, she merely wanted them to rest peacefully while here. Something she apparently had never been able to assure or grant her. A final act of consideration for someone who, even now, she cared about. |
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| Yosuke | Nov 7 2011, 08:54 AM Post #4 |
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Normally, Kotoko would have been near impossible to wake up at a time like this...but given the circumstances she snapped awake the moment the feeling of near weightlessness set in due to being lifted off the couch. When Kotoko realized who and what had happened...how she reacted was pretty much expected. She began flailing her limbs around, insisting that she be put down. Miyuki wouldn't even make it to the bedroom in this case as she also followed it up with a hard slap from her right hand, an expression filled with anger...and tears...adorning her normally smiling face. "You've already done enough!" She blurted out, not really thinking about anything other than trying to get out of this apartment now. She was hoping she'd have her space until she finally left but this appeared to not be the case. Things always had to be made more difficult between the two of them apparently. Kotoko wasn't expecting an apology, she knew Miyuki wouldn't even bother doing so. As much as it hurt, as much as she wanted things to be okay again, her mind had already resolved that this was the best course of action. She wasn't needed any longer, not as Miyuki's partner, nor as a Rider for BOARD. She was useless, and at this point was fully waiting for her doomed fate under the Arcle's curse. ...and yet, her heart still continued to hurt. It wanted a different outcome, but for Kotoko...she knew very well that would never happen. It was over, and both of them were too stubborn to attempt mending it. Kotoko...and even Kouta, were already at their limits. Being expected to be nothing more than an accessory was the breaking point. The only solution to prevent instinct from taking her over was to sit by and hope it goes away, watching from the sidelines while her partner risked everything for her. It was insulting. Kotoko and Kouta weren't that weak. And the incident at the end of the day was Miyuki's declaration that they were. Their efforts were meaningless. The warrior known as Kuuga didn't want to be "protected", it wanted understanding. Kotoko reasoned this in her mind over and over, knowing that it was better for her to just leave...and eventually succumb to her instincts. She'd go where no one would bother looking, and attach herself to no one. No one would get hurt by her any more, and hopefully she'd meet her end peacefully. And yet, no matter how many times she told herself, no matter how many times she said that this was the right thing. It hurt. |
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| Katyusha | Nov 7 2011, 07:07 PM Post #5 |
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The flailing didn't matter. Transporting a resisting subject was child's play. Compared to one of her targets or Kotoko's form at full strength, abit of flailing was trivial. Like some sort of terminator going after an imagined Sara Connor, Miyuki simply continued to take it and walk, as if not paying attention to the struggling. The slap resounded across the empty hall. Her head moved from the impact of the other woman's palm, but she took the blow without breaking her stride. The dull pain on her face was trivial compared to the pain of battle, and she didn't stop until she'd made it to the room, her partner struggling the whole way. "Hate me if you wish." she said calmly, without a hint of anger "But at least rest properly before you go. I cannot have someone without rest or energy try to undertake such a trip on their own." |
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| Yosuke | Nov 8 2011, 10:20 AM Post #6 |
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"I've rested enough! Besides, its all you make me do anyway!" It was this point where Kotoko basically forced her way out of Miyuki's hold if she had too. She didn't want to deal with her at all right now, so her immediate thought was to gather her bags and pretty much leave right then and there. She was hoping brushing her off like this would be enough, really. They both seemed dead set on ending things today, so Kotoko was wondering why the latter was trying her darnedest to keep her actually here. Still, her complaint did have merit. Kotoko wasn't complaining about their situation as of late without basis...due to the instability of the Arcle, Kuuga had been pretty much living as a civilian, working at the Otaku Kingdom and otherwise not even allowed to engage in much activity with BOARD barring a desk job. Kouta and Kotoko just felt as if they were wasting their time...nothing had been gained and no progress had been made with their condition. Of course, Kotoko had no actual response to the hate comment...and seemed to be hating herself more than anything. |
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| Katyusha | Nov 8 2011, 11:57 AM Post #7 |
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Despite the resisting mass in her arms, they held fast. Contrary to her words, the tiredness was showing for both of them. Still, although her arms felt the weight, her partners attempts to flail and slip out of her arms were for naught. "The energy you're wasting by flailing around?" she asked, with the usual flat voice devoid of emotion "The fact you are still unable to break out of a simple carry like this means you need some rest." she pointed out Regardless, she finally relented, and dropped Kotoko onto the bed, and started walking back towards the door. "You used up alot of energy wandering around, and furthermore, it's dangerous during the night. If you want to go, wait until morning. It'll be safer then at least." |
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| Yosuke | Nov 9 2011, 09:57 AM Post #8 |
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"I'm sure you'd probably find time in your busy schedule to stalk me if it gets too dangerous." Kotoko spat, immediately sitting up but keeping her back to the other woman. Kotoko herself wasn't so sure why she couldn't say anything nice right now, whenever she opened her mouth all that came out were insults and complaints despite not really wanting all this. "But fine, I'll just get some coffee or something before I leave then, problem solved." She just...continued to push Miyuki away. If Miyuki was going to be stubborn about things, Kotoko would do just the same, and then some. |
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| Katyusha | Nov 10 2011, 08:50 AM Post #9 |
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"Your judgement is clouded." In contrast to Kotoko's passion, Miyuki's reply was full of emotionless nonchalance. "It can't be helped if you want to leave because of me, and I do not mind being hated, but I will not let you endanger yourself unnecessarily." The words are said with finality, but she doesn't change her tone. It's flat and smooth like a mirror, with no emotion that betrayed what she thought. A tone that, rather than questioning with herself, questioned one's doubts and one's own mind. "I won't ask you to thank me for helping you, but at least don't throw it away so casually either." |
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| Yosuke | Nov 11 2011, 11:03 AM Post #10 |
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Kotoko was about done here really, she was talking to a wall anyway. So if she was going to be ignored, may as well do the same in return. As such, she just got up from the bed and made her way to the living room, it was time to pack up and leave. It seemed that a solution to all this was far from happening, and the way Miyuki was handling it only made Kotoko angrier, In the end, unless she was physically restrained, she was likely just going to transform and run away as Kuuga. Still, it was clear that Miyuki wasn't going to let Kotoko leave so...once more she slapped her now former partner, this one with a bit more force behind it. "Just leave me ALONE!" She was breathing heavily, she just couldn't take it anymore "You're probably going to off me yourself anyway since we already know what's going to happen to me eventually." Kotoko spat, finally at her own limit. "Why not just make it easier to get away with not getting your hands dirty for once? When no one asks you for anything, no one wants anything. It's that simple." Edited by Yosuke, Nov 11 2011, 11:32 AM.
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| Katyusha | Nov 11 2011, 12:07 PM Post #11 |
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She could see it coming. Such a blow, in strength and speed, were nothing if not mediocre. Miyuki didn't even pretend to resist.![]() The sound of the slap resounded across the room, followed by a deathly silence that seemed to go on for ever. Her head moved from the impact as she took the blow without dodging. There were no words to say, nor a change in her expression. She simply moved her head back as if nothing had happened at all. There was a faint red mark, and a dull pain on her face, but it didn't seem to phase her at the slightest. After receiving the blow, almost like a statue, she simply continued to stand there without a word. Edited by Katyusha, Nov 11 2011, 12:10 PM.
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| Yosuke | Nov 11 2011, 12:50 PM Post #12 |
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"...Well?" She was still in her way, this only aggravated Kotoko even more. "Just...get out of my way already! I...I..." Kotoko just couldn't hold back anymore, she was actually crying now but at the same time...she couldn't stop herself from saying what came next. "I HATE YOU! I don't even want to see you right now! Just get out of my sight to make this easier already!" she yelled out, lashing out with yet another slap. "I'm sick of seeing your selfish and emotionless face...so just...GO AWAY!" |
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| Katyusha | Nov 11 2011, 02:14 PM Post #13 |
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It happened again. Another impact. Another mark. Again the skin of her face burned with the faint sting from Kotoko's hand. Again, without reacting, she merely accepted it as if it were a matter of course. That such a blow were a natural thing that did not merit further action on her part. The pain was temporary. Compared to her usual injuries, it wasn't even at the level of discomfort. There should be no reason to react. But likewise, there should have been no reason to merely accept being struck either. Closing her eyes, all she did was take a deep breath, not even responding to the verbal lashing that came with it. |
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| Yosuke | Nov 12 2011, 03:44 AM Post #14 |
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"SAY SOMETHING!" Kotoko had just about had it at this point, and this made her even more irrationally violent, going as far as to tackle Miyuki out of her way, knocking both of them on the ground. She couldn't take it anymore and just...continued to lash out, pounding at Miyuki's chest over and over, strings of various insults being yelled out as she did so...though as this went on...it was clear that letting Kotoko act like this would have a negative effect. ...as her eyes were beginning to glow red, and as she readied her fist for another blow, this time going for a punch to the face, she had but one thing to say. "GI...BE!" ...the Grongi tongue. A command to die. Instinct was taking over again and when she realized it....Kotoko intentionally missed, hitting the floor as hard as she could with her right fist...going as far as cracking the tile and bloodying her hand. "Just...let this monster...leave everyone already..." |
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| Katyusha | Nov 12 2011, 11:05 AM Post #15 |
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Miyuki definitely felt the impact. Tackled to the ground, she hit the floor back first, and the hat she'd had on fell some distance around her. "Guh-!" The blow to her chest immediately after knocked her breath out of her lungs from the force of impact. Unlike the previous ones, they were being made at full strength. Without air in her lungs, all that could exit her mouth were grunts and gasps of pain. It was painful. There was no getting around the fact. With dull noises, Kotoko repeatedly struck at her chest, and the blows distort the previously healed injury. Nerves scream out that damage was being done to the body, and her ribs shook as if wanting to burst out. And yet... Accepting them as if they were normal, she didn't seem to visually react outside of her body's automatic responses. The blows continued. By now a normal person's ribcage would have likely been crushed. It was as if her body had stopped working long ago. It hadn't even been a minute, but the mind does not pay attention to things like that. To her, it felt like a long eternity. It seemed that the only thing working at the moment was her remaining sense of pain. Living and pain were the same. Even with only a heart, as long as there still was one, the pain will continue. When it finally stopped, her breathing was almost too faint to hear. The pain had grown dull, heavy like a weight rather than sharp like a knife. Her body wanted to gasp for the air it had been denied. The previous wound had probably opened again, and would need to be checked again. The red eyes of her partner punctuated the darkness of the room, and she felt the impact of the hammer-like fist besides her head. That person who was just about to crush her skull sounded as if she wanted to cry. And, amidst the faint smell of blood between the two of them, the older woman simply moved her hands to touch her partner's. Slowly and deliberately, but softly, as if uncaring of what had just happened. Then, as she looked into the eyes of her partner... "...Do you feel better now, after doing that?" she asked calmly. |
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