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Post by Tetsuya Fujimori on Dec 25, 2018 6:17:18 GMT
Tetsuya walked through the streets. His eyes looked straight ahead, a comfortable stride eating up the distance. He didn't rush, but didn't dawdle either. A cocky smile was perpetually on his face, as if he owned the place. And being a Royal, he may as well. No one messed with them, unless they were willing to pay the price. They referred to each other as teams, as if they were groups of buddies passing around a ball. These weren't teams, these were fucking gangs. And it was time for some gang warfare to erupt in the streets of Odaiba.
The bridge loomed ahead of him. He was early for the meeting, as was only polite. Being fashionably late was stupid, it just wastes your own time. As he was the one that called it, he would be slighting the other by making them wait. A dumb way to gain allies, even as unlikely as it seemed. Trying to get No-namers to pick a side was like trying to get a Herald to not be utter nutcases. A normally pointless endeavour.
However, it seems like one of these dudes actually had the balls to answer his message. He was told to look for the lightning, whatever that means. He shrugged, reaching backwards, and lifted Nemui off his back. "You still asleep little dude?" Seeing absolutely 0 reaction, he put the Koalas arms around his neck, the sleepy little demon hanging off of the front, as Tetsuya leaned backwards. "Lets see if this Yujin dude is all talk or not."
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Post by Yūjin Inazuma on Dec 25, 2018 6:46:17 GMT
can't fix this, i'm hopeless. my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went ▼  | A cold wind sends chills down the spine of Yūjin Inazuma, a portend of things to come. He knew what was approaching, even as his own brain produced so many red flags that it could make a soccer referee go color-blind with madness. And, speaking of which...
Steely blue eyes look nervously upon a well-dressed man with blond hair, the kind you'd see on an upper-class street tough looking to make friends with the Yakuza clans. On his person was a fuzzy-looking bear creature that practically hung from him, apparently sleeping the day away.
Fortunately, Yūjin wasn't alone either; backing him up was his own companion Abel, who clung to his shoulders like a blue-eyed pudgy orange hamster with thin bat wings for ears. At the very least, neither of their Digimon were threatening, but this other fellow seemed to make up for his own partner's innocent visage in spades with a tougher-than-nails attitude and a visible itch to cause some damage.
He wasn't here to persuade Yūjin. He was here to beat him into a bloody pulp.
"Abel, I want you to sit back for this one," Yūjin tells the Rookie with an uneasy tone, "This isn't going to go how I want it to." It might have sounded pessimistic to anyone else – it certainly did when he thought of it like this – but Yūjin always had the ability to tell whenever things were about to go south before they ever actually went there, like a kind of precognition that only those on the spectrum possess, much like how fabled Cassandra of Troy foresaw the destruction of her beloved city and people yet went ignored by those she tried so desperately to warn and save.
Abel squawked like a distressed parrot, "Yūjin, no! I'm not gonna let you do this to yourself!" He didn't need to explain himself or his Tamer's plan; the pacifistic Rookie wasn't going to allow Yūjin to just throw himself to some rabid Tamer looking to get his jollies off.
"I'm not going to risk losing you just to keep me safe——Hey!" Yūjin protested, attempting to reach for his smaller and lighter compatriot, only to have his hand rebelliously swatted away. "Don't argue with me, Abel!" He forcefully pulls the Patamon off his shoulders by the scruff of his neck, doing his best to hold him at a distance as the Digimon flailed and yelled defiantly.
"No! I won't let you go and get yourself hurt! I'm not gonna do it!" Abel was now shedding rivers of tears from his baby blue eyes, and when the strength to resist his Tamer began to leave his ever-more-fatigued body, Yūjin pulled him in for a long, loving embrace.
"I'll be okay. I promise." No more words left Yūjin's mouth, yet nothing else could be said to keep him from doing this; Abel himself was too stunned with distress to move after him, even as the spiky-haired young man gently left him at the base of the bridge before moving forward to confront the blond-haired delinquent.
Yūjin took a calm breath, then said flatly, "Here I am."
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Post by Tetsuya Fujimori on Dec 25, 2018 7:14:44 GMT
People kept passing by, but it seemed that none of them were who he was looking for. He kept glancing up at the sky, and while it wasn't particularly nice weather, he couldn't really see a storm coming. Maybe this dude was going to open with a full on attack? That doesn't seem very No-Namer of them, but what else could they mean. Watch for the Lightning? The fu-
Oh.
Oh.
He saw it, walking towards him. The lightning. Exactly as he said. But, this lightning, no it wasn't actual lightning. It was his fucking hair. This dude had goddamn lightning in his HAIR. He kept a stern face as he approached, his jaw clenched tight. It wouldn't do to start losing his shit already. That'd just be plain rude. But god was he absolutely losing it inside.
Fucking Lightning, absolute gold.
The wind was picking up, a chill breeze slowly turning into an icy gale. It was hard to hear what Yujin was saying, but he picked up some of it. Seems like he was leaving his digimon behind, something that Tetsuya could respect. Dealing with this man to man. He may be a No-Namer, but it seems like he had some balls after all. Though his digimon was... wow. He was balling his eyes out. Did he really look that threatening? Hah, probably. Little winged weasel might be smarter than he thought after all. A grin spread across his face, devoid of humor, full of teeth.
"Here you are indeed. And fair is fair." He grabbed Nemui, and aimed, lobbing him towards the Patamon. "Go play with the rodent you lazy fucking bear." His voice echoed across the bridge, as the Koala sailed through the air. His wings fluttered, even though he still seemed to be asleep, and he lightly floated down, plopping onto his ass in front of the Patamon, a little bubble blowing out of his nose.
He turned back to Yujin, looking him up and down. A scrawny looking dude, probably around his age. Didn't seem to have any real presence, as if he lived in the background of his world. He'd seen people like this, people that just hoped they could stick to themselves, and things would go away. Wallflowers. Flies on the wall. Sickening. He met Yujins eyes, an intense stare locking on the No Namer.
His arm twitched, and he lifted it, holding his hand out. "Tetsuya."
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Dec 26, 2018 18:59:39 GMT
Post by Yūjin Inazuma on Dec 26, 2018 18:59:39 GMT
can't fix this, i'm hopeless. my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went ▼ | Nothing needed to be said or done here; in fact, Yūjin was perceptive enough from this distance to know he was being judged without compassion or pity. This other guy didn't know who he was or what he was all about, and really, he didn't seem to give a shit: the only thing that mattered here was the fact that people such as Yūjin weren't taking his side.
It was a demonstration of impatience, the kind you see being projected by angry middle-aged shoppers standing in line at the local supermarket while an elderly gentleman struggles to produce exact change. Had he actually opened with an insult, his true motives would be clear as crystal.
Nope. He wants to pretend like he's nice.
Yūjin remained unflinchingly still, yet when the Royal peered straight into his eyes, the spiky-haired Tamer instantly looked down, averting his gaze. No words left his mouth, even as he was offered a hand, and Yūjin's simply failed to meet the other Tamer's. Too much ran through him at once in this moment, too many conflicting thoughts and feelings attempting to prioritize themselves.
Did he shake his hand? If so, would that compromise his integrity as a person? Would this earn the anger of the Royals, who weren't exactly well-known for being the kindest or most compassionate people on the planet? Did this man actually expect Yūjin to simply throw his respect forward without any real means to justify why he deserves it?
Fingers unconsciously curl into balled fists, craving tactile stimulation. A knot forms inside the docile young man's throat, preventing any kind of sound from leaving his pursed lips.
Abel continues to wail and sob for his partner, yet cannot muster the courage to interfere out of hesitation that he will upset Yūjin even more. A splash of anger soon found its way into his heart when the koala-looking Digimon lazily fluttered its way over like a putto from an obscure Renaissance painting, flopping to the ground like a stuffed animal without any concern for the violence that was sure to break loose.
Really, the both of them didn't want to be here, Yūjin or Abel. But they had to be, for their own reasons. This Tetsuya fellow could very well have believed himself to be possessed of psychic powers at this point, because he had certainly predicted the softness of his speaking partner.
He was delicate and sensitive, sure, maybe even a little milquetoast in his general demeanor towards others, but Yūjin Inazuma was no coward. That much could be confirmed, right here and now.
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Post by Tetsuya Fujimori on Dec 28, 2018 5:27:19 GMT
A wide grin split Tetsuyas face. Full of teeth, the grin of someone who got what they wanted. The grin of someone who wants something malicious. The spark of humor in his eye caught, the spark igniting a burning desire. He didn't want to shake his hand? That's fine. He had tried speaking his language. Pointless niceties, being polite when they both knew it wouldn't solve anything. At least he had tried though.
With a look of tension draining out of his arm, his hand dropped to beside him. He laughed, lifting both of his arms. Taunting. Asking to be hit. He knew the swing wouldn't come, but there were certain... steps, that you needed to take. A fight was a dance, even when it was just a street brawl. There was an artistry, a beauty, a flow to it that most people couldn't see. You didn't open a book to the middle. You didn't start a ballroom dance with a dip. A fight was a dialogue, and he wasn't going to spit in Yujins face by starting it improperly.
"Hmm, not as passive as you like to think, are you?" He laughed, his arms still wide open, and his eyes went down to Yujins fist, before slowly moving back up. Yujin may have lowered his eyes, but no one should spend their life looking at the ground. "You're angry at something boy. Me, yourself, someone else, everyone else." He leaned close, dropping a few inches until he was face to face with Yujin. His breath, hot on the other mans face in the cold night, the slight sent of beer, cigarettes, and spice on his breath. "But we both know you wont do anything about it, will you?"
A pretty basic taunt admittedly, but what was the fun if you started all out. Gotta work the rage out of these people. He'd found long ago that most pacifists were just as angry as everyone else. But everyone lost control at some point. That was when the fun started.
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Post by Yūjin Inazuma on Dec 28, 2018 7:43:35 GMT
can't fix this, i'm hopeless. my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went ▼ | Yūjin frowns when Tetsuya accuses him of suppressing an otherwise nonexistent urge to act on his instincts and go in fists a-swinging, solid blue eyes looking everywhere except the very spot which the Royal virtually smothered with hostile mien. He was being egged on, it wasn't exactly rocket science to figure that out.
But what Tetsuya here failed to consider, based on how he went on to insist that his observations of Yūjin were somehow correct, was that he might have provoked an entirely different kind of monster into crawling its way from the depths of his fragile, bitter heart; something far darker than the Maddened Royal could ever hope to represent in this very moment — it took the combined odor of cheap booze and burned cigarettes to serve as the key which unlocked a flood of memories that came rushing to the fore of Yūjin's thoughts, for these were an unknowingly cruel reminder of his own father.
Ever since the day Yūjin received his formal diagnosis, it marked the end of a relationship that he would have ultimately been denied anyway, since the man biologically responsible for bringing him into this world made it perfectly known that he had no intentions of ever wanting a family in the first place. Japan has always expressed something of a sour opinion regarding people with autism, a lot of it revolving around their cultural fixation on the mastery of the country's complex standards in social etiquette, and—regrettably, like many men from his generation—Yūjin's old man could not bear the thought of raising a child with special needs out of fear that it would affect his public standing.
From that moment onward, growing up became an Olympic event of its own, a constant battle to validate his own existence in a world that perpetually reminded him he was neither useful nor desired. When mockery and belittlement failed to get Yūjin to demonstrate whatever Dad ruthlessly insisted was 'normal behavior', these shortcomings were always, always, construed as a sign of impudence, rebellion, a deliberate willingness to remain 'slow and dimwitted'. Entire batteries of clinical trials and treatments were administered to Yūjin. Cerebral scans. Group therapies. Counselors. Applied behavioral analysis. Cocktails of medications.
It truly didn't matter what happened to his only child: all that man cared about was getting rid of a defect that never actually existed, any long-term consequences be damned.
You don't know shit. Yūjin imagines himself saying this to Tetsuya, but all that leaves his throat is a bizarre combination between a squeak and a grunt. His body stays frozen in place by a type of fear the No-Namer could not identify or understand, which was likely to be misinterpreted as another futile attempt to subdue his rage. Even now, this mild attempt at poking and prodding felt as though his old man had come back from the dead just to personally torture Yūjin once again, each dig acting like a hot knife that effortlessly pierced his heart, painful reminders of his own self-perceived inadequacies.
In fact, only Abel had the experience necessary to assume competence with interpreting his Tamer's eccentricities, and even from this distance, the Patamon could notice Yūjin's natural mousiness being amplified by the Royal's goading. He glances over at the sleeping Phascomon, still vexed behind how casually the mammalian monster could remain so placid with his own Tamer's willingness to cause undue stress.
At this rate, Yūjin might actually be correct to believe in the worst possible outcome. He almost always was.
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Post by Tetsuya Fujimori on Dec 28, 2018 8:24:13 GMT
He saw the frown, the way he avoided meeting his eyes. Blatant signs that any normal person was trying to hide something. Maybe what he was saying was finally getting through to the kid. Maybe he'd manage to make one of the No-Namers be more than a useless pacifist. There was a war coming. And right now, the Heralds and the Royals were pretty even, power wise. And fights were both combatants were the same strength, they were messy.
And that was between humans.
Add digimon, and an entire suburb being fought over by some of the most dangerous people around, and that was a recipe for disaster. He needed to stop that, couldn't let the people of Odaiba get drawn in to this. The only way to do the least damage possible was by crushing the Heralds in sheer, overwhelming victory. And for that, they needed people who would fight, not people who would wait till the fighting was over before taking any action.
Anathema couldn't be trusted, and Hypnos was more likely to try to cuff the Royals than help them. That left the No-Namers. Tetsuya didn't know if they had a leader, or even a leadership structure, but there was someone here at least. It was a start. And if the worst comes to pass, and he creates an enemy for themselves... Well, it wasn't like the Royals to back down. But at least it would stop the destruction from spreading too far.
He sighed, standing back upright, and running a hand through his hair, frustration obvious on his face. "Look, kid. I tried doing it the way you guys do, but you wouldn't talk. I tried getting you to fight first, but lets be real, we both knew that wouldn't work." He shook his head a resigned expression on his face. His placed his hand on his shoulder, feeling the boy flinch at the touch.
If Yujin looked up, he would see the sorrowful expression on Tetsuyas face. But only for a brief second. The sorrow warped, the eyes widening, the corners of the mouth lifting, pulling the rest of the lips with them, until they were twisted into a mixture between a snarl, and joy. His whole expression changed, an animalistic tinge to it. Sorrow gave way, and vicious excitement took his place.
The grip on Yujins shoulder would tighten, slightly. Tetsuyas arm would jab forward, before letting go, shoving Yujin over, and none too gently. Tetsuya stood above Yujin, his silhouette being lit up by the light behind him, his visage darkened by the night shadows. "Sometimes, boy, you need to get up and fight."
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Dec 28, 2018 10:14:44 GMT
Post by Yūjin Inazuma on Dec 28, 2018 10:14:44 GMT
can't fix this, i'm hopeless. my sanity is spent, just tell me where my time went ▼ | Even without directly observing him in action, Yūjin could sense the aggravation boiling within Tetsuya like a volcano ready to burst, and yet his own form refuses to budge a single inch. This was but another test of his tolerance, a way to see just how far he could take his antics before Yūjin would make like the delicate twig he was, and snap.
Or, at least, that's what Yūjin tried to compel himself into believing, however this was becoming increasingly more difficult because of his own inability to articulate the exact things he actually wanted to tell Tetsuya. What was he supposed to say? And even if he managed to succeed, the odds that this blood-starved wolf of a man would actually believe him were virtually nil, anyway.
A hand slaps against his shoulder in direct violation of Yūjin's personal space, a defilement of common courtesy that he is physically unable to resist or defy, in total spite of any mental or emotional objections he currently harbored. His body jerks sporadically from the uncomfortable sensation of nerves being shocked into a state of unease, a precursory glimpse of things to come.
Yūjin feels Tetsuya push into him forcefully, his legs easily giving way to the Royal's use of momentum, causing the anxious Tamer to fall backwards and onto his rear end. Still, the No-Namer shows no visible indication of desire to act on some dark impulse to retaliate against his tormentor, even as they stood over him with an aura of palpable menace.
Whether he knew it or not, this wannabe gangster had been parroting gestures and phrases that did nothing but remind Yūjin of the exact reasons behind why he went through it all in the first place. It was an emotional trap, often employed by his old man, meant to provoke irrational reactions with the sole purpose of inflicting punishment against him for doing exactly that.
Tetsuya wanted Yūjin to freak out. He craved it. Needed it. Like a blood-starved wolf, or an addict going through the most desperate symptoms of withdrawal, he was doing everything in his power to force the autistic Tamer to act out of line and go against his better judgement, his instincts, his own sense of right and wrong.
All so he could get away with the laziest possible excuse to start a fight.
It is there, and only then, that Yūjin finally decides to establish eye contact with the annoyed Royal, except there is no anger to be found within his. Only confusion.
Only pity. |
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