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呉島 貴虎 | kureshima takatora ([personal profile] heavenlydecree) wrote2014-09-19 10:58 pm

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[If there was one thing Takatora was sure he should have learned by now, it would be how to keep his life in perfect running order. He had been the head of Yggdrasill's Research and Development branch from the moment he'd left high school and even before that, his father had kept him on a tight and strict schedule, never a second unaccounted for or left out of place. Unfortunately, with all of Takatora's scheduling and trying to squeeze an extra hour into every day, he still felt as though he never had time for anything, let alone everything. Even his weekends left little time for himself, though Takatora was also painfully aware of his obsession with triple-checking everything under his command and bringing such weight onto himself. He couldn't allow for errors.

His morning routine started a bit later on the weekends, if only because Takatora knew he had to catch up on sleep at some point to make up for running himself ragged. Getting sick was something he couldn't risk. The usual morning routine went by quickly: dragging himself out of bed (he'd never become a morning person, as much as he wanted to), showering, getting dressed, checking for any news or alerts while he had been sleeping. Thankfully, nothing important had happened during the night. Takatora always lived with the fear of something awful happening while he was asleep that he would be unprepared for, but every morning brought the same temporary relief. For now.

Takatora headed out of his room after an hour or so, still checking his phone as he made his way down the hall and towards the stairs. Ryouma already wanted to talk to him about something, which was mildly surprising as Ryouma rarely (never) got out of bed so early, which meant he'd been up all night again. Stepping past one of the maids, Takatora spoke a return greeting to her as he continued on, paying more attention to typing out messages than his surroundings.]
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Micchy opened the door, home with sore muscles and a few fresh bruises. He hadn't managed to tell the others what was going on - they didn't need their happiness ruined. Not until he knew that it had to be. He'd mostly sat on the sidelines today, trying to shake the feeling that all of it was growing pointless. What was the use in dancing if he couldn't feel happy about it anymore?]

[One of the low-ranked teams had decided to try to make a move, though, and with the fruit popping up in unexpected places... things had gotten out of hand. Thankfully he and Kouta could handle it fine, but he hadn't escaped unharmed. Kouta, on the other hand, seemed to take to fighting with ease. He still wasn't sure why.]

[The beep from the kitchen startled him, but he didn't see any hint of Ryouma, so it was safe enough to go in. He left his bag near the doorway to the kitchen, having changed out of his team clothes on the way home, and walked up behind his brother, placing a careful hand on his back.]


Nii-san? Do you need help?
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
... I'm sorry.

[He took a few steps back, folding his hands behind him.]

Do you want me to make you something? Or help you up to bed? Or should I just... leave you alone?

[In truth he was in a good deal of pain from the bruises he'd just received - he'd been punched out of transformation and sent flying into a table. He needed to get stronger, but he also needed to help his brother. The problem was he wasn't sure how anymore.]
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
... I know that. But I... I don't know exactly how I've managed to make you feel... like this.

[In some ways, it was a little disappointing. He thought Takatora would be able to handle whatever he threw at him. Seeing him so defeated... it was discouraging.]

[Maybe he could have pushed a few fewer buttons, but he thought his brother would at least be proud of what he did. Fighting for what he believed in, trying to help keep people safe, and managing to work a lot out on his own...]


I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to hurt you. I just... ah. Never mind. I'll leave you to your meal.

[He turned and went to pick up his bag, ignoring the pain in his back. He'd just take a shower and it would feel better.]
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[He blinks in surprise, and let go of his bag, turning to face his brother.]

All right.
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[He nods, and crosses over, sitting next to his brother and waiting. He can't quite shake the feeling like he's in serious trouble - it reminds him of when he was younger and he was scolded for one thing or another by their father.]
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
... While I can't say I understand all of your behavior, that's not a failing on your end at all. I suppose I should have also been... more considerate of your feelings.

[He still won't give up his friends, but maybe trying to spend a little less time... no. The idea makes his stomach twist uncomfortably. It feels too much like betrayal, to people who give to him unconditionally rather than expecting things from him.]
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
... I'm just not entirely sure why you're upset with me. I tried to... figure things out. I wasn't sure who we could trust, and so I did my best to gather all the information I could before coming to ask you. For all I knew, you could have gotten upset with me, so I wanted to... make it so you couldn't really have anything to hold over me.

I thought you would be at least pleased with how I went about doing things. Maybe it's not the way you would have done it, but I tried to at least be thorough and verify all of my information first.
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
... The way you reacted made me feel like you were. I'm sorry if I misinterpreted that.
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)
There... why? You haven't done anything wrong.
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
... Sooner or later, you weren't going to be able to protect me, and that's not your fault. I'm not a child anymore. While I'm not happy you hid things from me, I think understand why you did.

We both have people we want to protect. You just started at somewhat of an advantage over me.

[He smiles a little, trying not to come on too strong. He doesn't want to push his brother too much. There can't be another situation like last night.]

I don't hate you. You're my brother. I could never hate you.
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
And I would understand if you hated me. I went behind your back. I subverted your authority. But I did it because I thought it was for the best.

I don't mind fighting if it's to keep my family and friends safe. I haven't told the others anything. They're older, but... they deserve to be happy for a while longer. To not have to worry.

[... Maybe he's more like his brother than he thought. He didn't quite think about that last bit before he said it, but it's true.]
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
... They're kind people. They help each other. Maybe they're not the sort of people you would have running a business, but they're the sort of people who would help someone in need, even if they were to have nothing themselves.

I can't... I don't mind studying hard. I don't mind doing what's needed to prepare to work at the company. I need to blow off steam somehow, though.
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[personal profile] grapeeater 2014-09-23 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[He actually managed to laugh a little bit at that.]

I won't. And whoever's listening to this won't, as well, I suspect.

[It's not that hard to figure out given what Takatora's said. And it's not like much could be done about it anyway. Even if he stopped dancing, they still had Kouta with them, and they were still his friends. Even their father couldn't bring down his displeasure enough to stop him from seeing them.]

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