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bang bang.
[ six weeks.
it's been that long and somehow, shouichi was still alive.
he'd had moments of weakness; of clarity where he had wished to die.
saeko wouldn't let him. she'd refused. now he thanked her for it. because this is what he had wanted, even if he hadn't known exactly what this was. and while it was a nightmare; while it made him so sick he could barely breathe, he'd asked for it. he wanted saeko so much that he had come to accept this reality as a necessity. after the first couple of weeks, the crying and muffled screams eventually stopped. he resolved to become strong.
shouichi both faltered and thrived under pressure. while undercover in the mafia he had adapted to the environment. this had become no different. dire circumstances meet dramatic shifts. as a person who already carried an unhealthy amount of stress, this atmosphere had somewhat fried his emotional circuits. with the unmanageable overload of anxiety, he's developed a facial tick. it happened about a week and a half ago and shows no signs of letting up. he's becoming less self-conscious about it as the days pass.
they found an old jeep at an abandoned base. with a little bit of re-wiring it was up and running. maybe soon he can figure out how to change the engine from being gas-powered to electric. maybe even solar. his hands shake and his finger slip and get cut frequently while working on projects, but it doesn't bother him all that much. he's doing it for saeko, so nothing else really matters.
when they'd met with saya-san and hirano-san, he'd been given an m-16 with a silencer from the evidence locker of an abandoned police station. in whatever time he had free, he studied it inside and out. in the last few days he'd started to re-learn some of the shooting technique he'd learned during millefiore basic training. this firearm was set to become both a part of him and his best friend.
and as the sun rises, shouichi sits on the ground with his back against the front passenger side tire, dutifully cleaning the gun. ]
it's been that long and somehow, shouichi was still alive.
he'd had moments of weakness; of clarity where he had wished to die.
saeko wouldn't let him. she'd refused. now he thanked her for it. because this is what he had wanted, even if he hadn't known exactly what this was. and while it was a nightmare; while it made him so sick he could barely breathe, he'd asked for it. he wanted saeko so much that he had come to accept this reality as a necessity. after the first couple of weeks, the crying and muffled screams eventually stopped. he resolved to become strong.
shouichi both faltered and thrived under pressure. while undercover in the mafia he had adapted to the environment. this had become no different. dire circumstances meet dramatic shifts. as a person who already carried an unhealthy amount of stress, this atmosphere had somewhat fried his emotional circuits. with the unmanageable overload of anxiety, he's developed a facial tick. it happened about a week and a half ago and shows no signs of letting up. he's becoming less self-conscious about it as the days pass.
they found an old jeep at an abandoned base. with a little bit of re-wiring it was up and running. maybe soon he can figure out how to change the engine from being gas-powered to electric. maybe even solar. his hands shake and his finger slip and get cut frequently while working on projects, but it doesn't bother him all that much. he's doing it for saeko, so nothing else really matters.
when they'd met with saya-san and hirano-san, he'd been given an m-16 with a silencer from the evidence locker of an abandoned police station. in whatever time he had free, he studied it inside and out. in the last few days he'd started to re-learn some of the shooting technique he'd learned during millefiore basic training. this firearm was set to become both a part of him and his best friend.
and as the sun rises, shouichi sits on the ground with his back against the front passenger side tire, dutifully cleaning the gun. ]
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no one thought anyone would have made it this far. when they had returned, it was strange. it had felt like the end of the world had begun once more-- but in truth, the world had already met its end and they were living the rest of it.
and he was still here.
somehow.
he was still alive, surviving-- no, fighting. fighting alongside her.
saeko awakens with the sun, having fallen asleep in the backseat she rises, peering out over the side. she spots him easily, but the sight of him as he was now still took some getting used to. he was hardened now, weathered with the times.
this was what her world had done to him. ]
Shouichi.
[ she calls out to him, voice soft and gentle. ]
Good Morning.
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ah, beautiful as always.
saeko, his savior. his queen.
his angel.
it was all worth it to see her face and hear her voice.
to be able to stand beside her, even when facing the end of humanity.
his right eye twitches, causing a momentary break in his smile, which seemed stretched and oddly enthusiastic.
truth be told, shouichi had wanted to marry saeko.
he had wished to see her in a white dress and veil, her expression both demure and knowing in a way only she knew how. he wanted them to live together; have a family. the silly dreams he had given himself to push forward through the days spent in zodion.
this wasn't his ideal, but it would have to do.
the end result was the same. the two of them together, facing the world. ]
Good morning.
Did you sleep well? [ sleeping in shifts wasn't quite the ideal either, but it was a necessity. reaching into the bag next to him, he pulls out a canteen and hands it to saeko. ]
I saved you the rest. [ they would have to boil more water soon. ]
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the outcome would have been so different. she could have followed him and fulfilled his dream. lived like they had always lived and perhaps everything would be good. all would be right in the world.
but she might have gone mad. knowing that she had not been able to fulfill her promise to takashi-- no, perhaps she was being too optimistic with that thought.
she would have gone mad from not being able to slaughter.
she loved it still. after all these months, she couldn't run away from her bloodlust. she thrived her. here she lived. the rush of adrenaline as she cut through waves of animated corpses.
she takes the offered canteen, twisting off the cap and taking a single swig before returning it to shouichi. she hops out of the jeep to take a seat next to him, handing the canteen back to him. ]
I slept well, thanks to you. [ she rests her head on his shoulder. ]
Have you eaten yet?
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any way, his suspicions were fully confirmed within hours of arriving here.
he didn't quite know it then, but it was this place that made monsters out of people. you had to become one to survive them, it seemed.
there was always the curious thought that she may kill him one day.
either way, it would all be considered time well spent. ]
Hm. [ he sets the canteen on the ground before leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. ] I wanted to wait for you.
N-nothing tastes good if you eat it alone.
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if she had to.
to protect him. to not let him become one of them. she would deal with him swiftly as she had done with the first that day when this apocalyptic world began. for his honor. for his pride. but for shouichi, it would be for their love.
and then she would follow.
a woman cannot live without the man she loves.
a smile plays on her lips, eyes closing as his lips press against her forehead.
he was so warm. ]
Then it is good that you have me for company.
You can also rest awhile, if you would like. I can keep watch until the others wake.
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whatever happens will happen. for now he would enjoy his time and do his best to prolong it by any means necessary.
shifting his weight to lean against her, shouichi chooses to bury his face into the crook of her neck for a moment. savoring the soft feeling of her skin and feeling the steady beat of her pulse, an arm snakes around her just underneath her breasts. if he was going to rest, he wished to do so comfortably. this was the only place he wanted to be. ]
Only i-if I can stay right here... [ the desire to rest had become an easy thing to obtain. the ability to, however, was more difficult than ever before. his fingers idly brushed at the ends of her hair. ]
I'd [ he twitched. ] r-rather talk to you, Saeko.
[ he only wanted to hear her; feel her. if he had to live every day as if it could be his last, then he didn't want to leave her side. ]
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their life together had been a dream and the dream was allowed to continue on.
she had everything she could wish for in life. the familiar weight of him against her. for once, she was truly living in the true sense of the word.
her voice is soft, a quiet hum in her throat. ]
You speak my mind.
[ she rests here head against his, closing her eyes for a moment, but something else catches her attention. Her head lifts. Another sound.
A dragging of feet. ]
I'm afraid there may not be much of a chance to rest.
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his hands shake a little, either from nerves or a lack of sleep. ]
Let's take care of it. I'll follow your lead.
[ he knows how saeko likes to get things done and he wants nothing more than to indulge her, but at 1 round per second and mafia militia marksman training he makes exceptional back up. ]
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sometimes she feels that if she looks away, he'll be gone the next moment. it's disconcerting, but there were more pressing matters that needed her attention. even if it was a dream, she had to protect this fantasy where she could be with him here.
saeko shifts, moving into a stance, brandishing her blade.
she was ready for a morning stretch. ]
It shouldn't take too long. Ten minutes?
[ the sweetness in her smile darkens and she lunges forward. sword slices through two, slicing through a torso and knocking off a head. she uses her momentum to kick another down, heel slamming its rotting brains on the pavement. already 3 down. 17 to go.
yes, 10 minutes would do. ]
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Sounds rather generous, actually. [ watching saeko murder these soulless bastards was like witnessing the creation of divine art. each movement was beautiful and each lick of her lips makes him bite down on his own. ] 10 o'clock --
[ bang bang bang.
shouichi can't really begin to think back to the time when he hesitated to use a firearm. it was really quite exhilarating. when he fired rounds it felt like it was truly the only time he could hear his own thoughts.
two went down, bullets square in their foreheads. ]
Gotcha.
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more. her sword slices off a rotting limb like butter, she swings around knocking off its head and kicking the corpse down. (more). four more fall in her wake.
more.
the feeling was electric. that rush as her blade met flesh, the crack of the bone-- and even though they were dead, they still reacted. not to pain, but to the frustration that their hunger wouldn't be sated. they wouldn't be able to touch her, not with her skills and shouichi at her back.
haha.
she would eat them all up.
a rain of bodies crashing onto the asphalt.
only one remained.
she turns, her back towards the corpse, its teeth gnashing in anticipation for flesh, its knees bend, ready to lunge forward. ]
Would you like to finish it, or shall I?
[ the last shot is the best shot. ]
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he laughs.
for once, he felt confident and good at something.
who ever would have thought it would be shooting zombies.
it was selfish to take the last shot, he knew that...
but he felt like he really needed it.
nevertheless, it still needed to be decapitated. ]
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the satisfying splatter.
her body trembles, high on the sweet adrenaline. aaaaah. splendid. marvelous. and she saw it, heard it in the melody of his laugh. he felt it too.
she swings her blade, rotten juices flying off the metal to make patterns on the cement before returning to its sheathe. heels click on the pavement as she closes the distance, returning to shouichi, arms wrapping around his shoulders and lips finding his eagerly, riding the rush of excitement.
this was life.
this was love.
she can't stop smiling. ]
Good morning, Shouichi.
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saeko was perfect. how could his life be so terrifying and so beautiful at the same time? his hands against her hips, he returns her kiss, deeply, though still laughing. ] Haah.
Th-that's more like it. [ tic. ] Good morning, Saeko.
So.
About breakfast.