[ he sees puu, first. which is kind of nice. since he'd had to watch puu 'die,' mirroring yusuke's demise, seeing that strange blue penguin waddling around at top speed once more sends a faint tingle of relief down his spine.
but kakyoin doesn't get long to bask in that feeling, because he immediately realizes, if puu's running around like this, that probably means yusuke's not far behind.
ah.
and he looks up just in time for yusuke to come barreling right into him. such poise, such grace.
-- it's a dark alley, and there's two bodies on the ground. there's no blood, which hints that these two people might just be unconscious, but that's probably not much consolation.
because kakyoin's not alone with those bodies. the opening to the alleyway's blocked by a huge figure, backlit by the cold moonlight. blonde hair, pale skin, the physique of a grecian statue. everything about the figure is arresting, absolutely breathtaking, but not in a good way -- the air feels heavy with an almost tangible sense of dread. it's suffocating.
kakyoin staggers back a step, his breaths coming in choked pants, and he makes a noise like he wants to say something but his voice is trapped in his throat.
the man blocking off the alleyway smiles, golden eyes narrowing.
then in the blink of an eye, he's behind kakyoin. his voice croons from far too close by:
there's no need to be so afraid, kakyoin.
it's gentle and chiding. like a man dealing with a pet rodent, something harmless and pathetic.
let's be friends.
there's only one more thing before the memory ends: a sudden rush of movement -- of something long and twisted and organic lashing out like a whip, and the sharp gleam of a needle.
-- kakyoin jolts as he hits the ground in a messy pile, gut immediately twisting and his vision spinning. the vertigo and nausea are worse than the other times, and he knows exactly why -- even if it's just the briefest glimpse, he's had to see that same memory, too. he groans, hand pressed to his eyes. ]
You should watch where you're going.
[ a humorless drone, though his voice is rather lacking in its usual bite. he's not even going to try to pick himself up just yet. ]
CONGRATS YOU GET THE MOST SRS
but kakyoin doesn't get long to bask in that feeling, because he immediately realizes, if puu's running around like this, that probably means yusuke's not far behind.
ah.
and he looks up just in time for yusuke to come barreling right into him. such poise, such grace.
-- it's a dark alley, and there's two bodies on the ground. there's no blood, which hints that these two people might just be unconscious, but that's probably not much consolation.
because kakyoin's not alone with those bodies. the opening to the alleyway's blocked by a huge figure, backlit by the cold moonlight. blonde hair, pale skin, the physique of a grecian statue. everything about the figure is arresting, absolutely breathtaking, but not in a good way -- the air feels heavy with an almost tangible sense of dread. it's suffocating.
kakyoin staggers back a step, his breaths coming in choked pants, and he makes a noise like he wants to say something but his voice is trapped in his throat.
the man blocking off the alleyway smiles, golden eyes narrowing.
then in the blink of an eye, he's behind kakyoin. his voice croons from far too close by:
there's no need to be so afraid, kakyoin.
it's gentle and chiding. like a man dealing with a pet rodent, something harmless and pathetic.
let's be friends.
there's only one more thing before the memory ends: a sudden rush of movement -- of something long and twisted and organic lashing out like a whip, and the sharp gleam of a needle.
-- kakyoin jolts as he hits the ground in a messy pile, gut immediately twisting and his vision spinning. the vertigo and nausea are worse than the other times, and he knows exactly why -- even if it's just the briefest glimpse, he's had to see that same memory, too. he groans, hand pressed to his eyes. ]
You should watch where you're going.
[ a humorless drone, though his voice is rather lacking in its usual bite. he's not even going to try to pick himself up just yet. ]