呉島 貴虎 | kureshima takatora (
heavenlydecree) wrote2014-10-14 02:03 am
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my heart was limping and this is the end of the road //
[Despite existing in some form or another for twenty-four years, Takatora still couldn't be sure if he was thankful or not for his ability to function so much like a human. With every new body, his appearance and functions improved significantly. In the beginning, he could remember, his expressions had always been stoic, his voice monotone and unemotional, his body stiff and unforgiving. But, as Yggdrasill's technology improved over the years, so did his bodies.
Now, it was near impossible to tell him apart from a human other than carefully hidden ports on his body, all with various levels of power over each other to avoid crashing completely in the event of an accident destroying one or more. His skin was warm to the touch, his emotions more strongly developed (in part from monitoring his 'brother' so closely for so many years), and he could even eat and process food, though tasting was a bit shaky. It was one of the things that wasn't quite as important, though it was one of the many pieces currently standing by for his next body, if only because Takatora had expressed curiosity.
Today was one of the few days of the week he didn't have to work. Takatora had already reported in to his 'father' the night before with updates about the company and how everything was going. It never felt strange to be so subservient to the man, especially when Takatora had known his role for a very long time. It was simply another one of his duties.
Straightening the collar of his shirt, Takatora rolled his neck, stretching his body a bit before reaching back to self-consciously fluff his hair back down over one of his ports. It was hidden well enough that even someone touching his head wouldn't be able to tell it was there unless they knew, but he was always keenly aware of its presence.
It had taken only a few minutes to be satisfied with his appearance, at which point Takatora left his room and carefully walked down the hall, knocking on Mitsuzane's door. Even though they had known each other for so long, Takatora was always skittish about their interactions. He was fairly sure Mitsuzane had forgotten any times he'd come close to finding out the truth about his 'brother', but Takatora had always been concerned about the consequences. The last thing he wanted was for Mitsuzane to be frightened of him, or worse, disgusted by him.]
... Mitsuzane?
Now, it was near impossible to tell him apart from a human other than carefully hidden ports on his body, all with various levels of power over each other to avoid crashing completely in the event of an accident destroying one or more. His skin was warm to the touch, his emotions more strongly developed (in part from monitoring his 'brother' so closely for so many years), and he could even eat and process food, though tasting was a bit shaky. It was one of the things that wasn't quite as important, though it was one of the many pieces currently standing by for his next body, if only because Takatora had expressed curiosity.
Today was one of the few days of the week he didn't have to work. Takatora had already reported in to his 'father' the night before with updates about the company and how everything was going. It never felt strange to be so subservient to the man, especially when Takatora had known his role for a very long time. It was simply another one of his duties.
Straightening the collar of his shirt, Takatora rolled his neck, stretching his body a bit before reaching back to self-consciously fluff his hair back down over one of his ports. It was hidden well enough that even someone touching his head wouldn't be able to tell it was there unless they knew, but he was always keenly aware of its presence.
It had taken only a few minutes to be satisfied with his appearance, at which point Takatora left his room and carefully walked down the hall, knocking on Mitsuzane's door. Even though they had known each other for so long, Takatora was always skittish about their interactions. He was fairly sure Mitsuzane had forgotten any times he'd come close to finding out the truth about his 'brother', but Takatora had always been concerned about the consequences. The last thing he wanted was for Mitsuzane to be frightened of him, or worse, disgusted by him.]
... Mitsuzane?
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... Before everything transfers his brain will be placed in a 'holding pattern' simulation. You may want to speak to him at that time and talk to him. It might help ease things if he has a guiding hand with him.
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[More talk that sounded eerily human, but Takatora knew how to judge important even if he didn't have emotions.]
I'll do whatever he needs.
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[He stepped away and glanced over at the laptop, checking the readouts.]
... That should hold you for now. He's on the ground floor in the intensive care unit. Room thirty nine. You should hurry.
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[Despite that, he's already up and putting his clothes back on as quickly as possible.]
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[He reached up and tugged the cord out, putting it back on the cart.]
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Thank you, Ryouma...
[With that, he rushed out, making his way to Mitsuzane's room as quickly as he could.]
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Leaning down, Takatora carefully ran his fingers through his brother's hair, pressing a kiss to his forehead and doing his best to keep actions careful and familiar. Even if Mitsuzane couldn't see him, maybe part of him would recognize what was happening anyway. That was Takatora's hope.]
I'm sorry I couldn't do more to protect you, Mitsuzane...
[Takatora knew there really was nothing more he could have done. His system was designed to run scenarios in moments and choose the best outcome. In the car, he had gone with the option that was most dangerous for him, but foreshadowed the best outcome for Mitsuzane. Even that hadn't been enough.]
I'm going to do everything I can to take care of you. Please be patient with me... and understand that everything I do from now on is for your benefit. I would never wish to intentionally hurt you.
[He hesitates, another small show of emotion.]
I would never want this for you if it wasn't necessary. I hope you'll understand.
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No matter what happens, I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy.
[He was running out of things to say, but that didn't matter as long as he could continue being some sort of comforting presence.]
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... We need to move him before his body shuts down. Once it does, we won't have much time.
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We'll move him to the Tower and do the operation there. It would probably be better if you didn't watch. It's not likely to be... pleasant. I can let you know when he's been transferred to the virtual state, though.
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[Takatora knew it would be ... unpleasant to see his brother's body being discarded in such a way, simply because he was human, but if there was even the slightest chance that being there would allow Mitsuzane any sort of comfort...]
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[Takatora sighs, watching the assistants and moving out of their way when necessary.]
Ryouma... I'm not sure how I'm ever going to be able to repay you for everything you've done for me.
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Thank me once this works, hm?
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[He's never really understood exactly why Ryouma brushes off thanks and compliments so easily. It's just another human thing he can't comprehend.]
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Just... stay with him, if that's what you want. I'll see you back at the Tower.
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See you soon, Ryouma.