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aiffection ([info]aiffection) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2016-03-14 16:40:00

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Entry tags:ai kuran, aidan reilly, jun kanzaki, yuuki kuran, yuuri shibuya, zero kiryuu

Day 367 - open
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[Congrats MarinaNova - here is a Yuuki look-alike. She looks almost exactly like the young Kuran except her hair is slightly more wavy. Perhaps Yuuki is trying out a new look. Or not. Either way, Ai has already gotten rid of her orange jumpsuit because no way was she going to be seen in that hideous thing. Instead she's acquired a maroon dress that suits her much better.]

I've been sent to a prison? That list of crimes doesn't even make any sense! You can't claim someone was disturbing the peace if they're doing their job as a prefect. [And... some of those other things as well. Quieter now:] Mother is going to be upset.

To sentence someone to prison without even giving them a trial is unjust. Who do I speak with in order to dispute these charges? Surely there's a lawyer somewhere that I can consult.

Action - For Yuuki

[With her wardrobe and phone call taken care of, Ai takes the opportunity to look around the prison. Wandering through the different sectors because surely there has to be somewhere to sleep other than to become a hobo and find some store doorway to call 'home'. Her map says there are apartment buildings but of course Ai has to check them out before deciding which one to live in.

It's in her search that she comes across someone familiar. Though her hair is shorter than Ai last saw, she speeds up to head Yuuki off before she disappears.]


Mother!

[Well, at least her mother can't be mad for ending up in prison...]



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[info]trappedinresin
2016-03-15 02:53 am UTC (link)
[Control- something she's either inherited from her father or learned from Zero is something she has much better than Yuuki. But even Yuuki notices the flash of pain, before it's tightly reigned in and sealed beneath a lid.

Before she mentions her father. Before she says anything else, she realizes that this is a person she's supposed to recognize. And the fact that she doesn't is painful to her. Time differences are far from abnrmal here. While she can't remember the experience, her own memories tampered with over time, she knows that her very own mother was here once upon a time.

If Juri Kuran could be here, then who is to say it can't happen in the reverse? His daughter. Kaname's. And if she recognizes her, then to this young woman, to Ai, Yuuki is--]


Ah--

[At once she feels the heaviest weight lift from her chest. Confusion stirs, as well as sympathy and upset for the girl before her. But overwhelmingly it's relief that strikes. This girl is supposed to be her daughter. The thought is numbing. But the fact that she is, means that Zero was wrong, too. Wrong about what he had told her upon the day of his arrival, and what she had mentally pushed to the back of her mind to preserve herself.]

Ai. [Love, affection, even. It's a beautiful name. Reaching forward as tears sting her eyes her arms envelope the other girl and pull her into a firm embrace against her. This beautiful piece of life-- she's proof that everything turns out all right. The tears steak silent down her cheeks as her grasp tightens.]

Ai. [Her name is whispered again.] I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's this place. But everything will be okay. Everything will be all right, I promise.

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[info]aiffection
2016-03-15 03:25 am UTC (link)
[It's a little bit of both, plus growing up watching her cousin who excels in such control. The men in (and out) of Ai's life have influenced her greatly even if she isn't always aware of it.

Clearly there are some deep thoughts that her mother is having and Ai can practically see them flying about. She knows her mother fairly well - not that it's difficult seeing how open and loving Yuuki has been towards her.

As Yuuki takes it all in, considers things from practically every angle, Ai simply watches her. She doesn't quite understand the relief when really it should just be confusion.

Then a hand is reaching out for her, pulling her in close and Ai doesn't fight it. It shouldn't feel the same. This is a girl who hasn't become a mother yet. A girl who doesn't have twenty years worth of memories as a mother even if four of them were of Ai simply growing inside of her womb.

Yet it does. In the end, Yuuki is Yuuki. And Yuuki is her mother. She doesn't know about curling up next to her and telling her stories at bedtime, holding her hand as she took her first step, her first word - all of her firsts. But Ai remembers. She'll just have to remember for the both of them.

Even if Yuuki doesn't remember, her hugs still feel the same. They still comfort her like they did when she was young and scared. After a moment all of the tension leaves her and Ai lifts her hands to grip the back of Yuuki's top. Her own hold isn't as strong with her abilities restricted but it's as tight as she can make it.

She drops her forehead to her mother's shoulder and breathes in her scent. Of course that isn't the same but Ai knows that it's her and nothing to do with her mother.]


It's not your fault, mother. [That doesn't make everything instantly better.]

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[info]trappedinresin
2016-03-16 06:58 pm UTC (link)
[But that doesn't make it okay, either. Yuuki realizes that. It doesn't mean that the girl held tight within her arms isn't in pain. Eyes closing against the tears that cloud her gaze, she shakes her head. It's bizarre. A mother. Yuuki, as a mother? She barely feels in control of her own life. The idea of having raised a life of her own is difficult to grasp. But here she is within her arms, and no matter how unbelievable the situation she knows it as truth. Her scent is no lie, or the fact that they could near be identical.

To not be recognized by someone important to her though, surely it must be one of the most painful things imaginable. The same pain and agony that Kaname surely felt the first time Yuuki looked up at him after losing her memories, and facing no recognition within her eyes.]


Even still.... [She's careful not to squeeze her too tightly, aware that right now the anklet must surely be suppressing her own abilities.] I'm sorry.

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[info]aiffection
2016-03-16 07:21 pm UTC (link)
[No, it doesn't make it okay. But she knows it isn't her mother's fault. It isn't her fault that both her and Zero don't know her. It isn't her fault that Kaname won't know her should he ever wake. In fact, Yuuki has done her best to tell Ai of her father. Not just her but everyone.

While it's not the same, while all Ai has is stories of Kaname - she does have more of her mother. Now all of them are gone. Trapped within Ai's memories alone.

She'd been fine... capable of controlling her emotions. Right up until her mother apologizes. Her eyes water until Ai's sure that Yuuki's shoulder becomes wet with tears.

No words come because she isn't even sure what to say or if she could speak. So she remains silent and just clings as tightly as she possibly can.]

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[info]trappedinresin
2016-03-18 02:52 pm UTC (link)
Shh [Her voice is soft, gently comforting as she speaks in quiet tones. There's no words that can make the situation right. Yuuki knows. All she can do is offer a shoulder to cry on, knowing that it hardly makes up for the memories Yuuki has yet to experience. It hardly feels real but for the very real hurt and heartache within the girl in her arms.] Shh, It'll be okay.

[She can cry on her shoulder as much as she likes. Because it's needed, she simply lets the other girl get it all out. It allows Yuuki herself to try and process the entire situation, too. Something so unbelievable, except that the proof is here. She can't be a mother. She's not at all ready for something like that. Softly, she strokes the back of her hair.]

Tell me everything, okay? [She'll listen. She feels a little too unsure as to ask about the other method she knows would allow her to see into her memories. She continues on, soft, and gentle, but supportive.]

All of the important things. Like how old are you? What's your favorite thing to do? Your favorite food? Are you attending the academy? [She releases a small breath with a laugh.] I'm sure with your father's help, your grades are splendid. I really struggle with it all. He always says I'm hopeless!

[She wants to know all about her and her life. The people who reside in that life, too. Pulling back, Yuuki uses a hand to wipe at her own eyes, still clouded with tears. How is she supposed to move forward with this? How can she hope to be the woman that Ai knows?]

I-- I'm still just a kid. I'm only seventeen years old. I don't know anything about parenting, or even know how to take care of myself yet. I make a lot of mistakes all of the time, and sometimes I hurt the people closest to me. [She isn't proud about any of it. But it's the truth, and in a moment like this she can't lie.] Probably... I'm not the same person that you remember. And it will hurt you, as it's hurting you right now. [And how she wishes that wasn't the case. She's never meant to hurt anyone.] But I promise to be here, okay? If you need a shoulder to cry on, or someone to listen to you. I'll be here.

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