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Tweak says, "All we are is dust in the wind"

Kimihiro Watanuki (aprilfirst) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-10 23:53:00

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!complete, day 07, kimihiro watanuki, location: thrift store, shizuka domeki

Day 7 - Late morning
Who:Watanuki and Domeki
What: happy meeting of two old friends
When: late morning
Where: in the streets, not far from the Thrift Store
Rating: I bet it'll be PG-13 for language
Status: complete

The snow didn't look like it'd stop any time soon and Watanuki was getting annoyed. Even though they had some food and water stored, he didn't like the idea of being trapped in there for he didn't know how long. Besides, he was worried that if the snow would pile any higher against the shop windows the glass would collapse under the weight.
Eventually he made up his mind and decided to go and have a look around to see if he could find a better place. He was lucky that the door opened towards the interior of the shop or he would be stuck inside, he reflected as he pushed his way through the snow that already reached past to his knees. Before reaching the end of the street he'd regretted his decision to go outside: the cold wind made his face burn, and the snow was getting into his eyes and clothes. Even with his new jacket and gloves, he felt freezing. Seeing a figure advancing through the snow, he went in that direction waving one arm to attract their attention.

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aprilfirst
2009-05-17 08:51 am UTC (link)

Shannon... the museum...
Watanuki nodded vaguely. He felt awfully sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep here and now. But it was so cold!
He didn't even manage to muster the strength to complain when Domeki gave him one of his coats. It was heavy and weighed him down even more, but he wrapped it more tightly around him with one arm and he started to feel a bit better.

He heard Domeki say something, then saw him move away out of the corner of his eyes. "Wait!" he called out, slowly trudging after him.
Domeki was clearly walking slowly, carefully pressing down the snow, but even so he was so much faster than him. Watanuki shook his head to try and stay focused. Lots of snowflakes had fallen on his glasses and he saw everything as through broken glass. It was making him dizzy. He tried to wipe the worst of the snow away with a sleeve but he only managed to smear the snow around more evenly.

After a while, he started to feel cold again. It wasn't a matter of one or two jackets, the water on his shoes and trousers was practically frozen now. He could feel his legs going numb, and Domeki probably wasn't faring any better.
In an effort to keep his mind off of this, he tried to strike up a conversation. He searched his mind for something - anything! - to say. Nothing. It wasn't easy, talking casually with Domeki. What was he interested in? Archery, food...
"When we get to the museum, I could cook dinner for everyone as a thank you for letting us stay," Watanuki said lamely.

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throughyoureye
2009-05-17 02:04 pm UTC (link)

Domeki was making an effort to walk slowly through the snow but he wouldn't allow himself to move as slowly as his body would like. He knew, all too well, that both he and Watanuki were in rather immediate danger of surrendering to the elements but he would do anything to not let that happen. So, he continued to trudge along at a slow and steady pace - all the while, doing his best to both beat down a path and to block the majority of the wind and the blowing snow with his body.

As he moved, he could feel the coldness seeping ever deeper into his body. He noted, in an absent sort of way, that his legs and arms were alien to him - almost as if they had been cut away. There was still a bit of feeling in his core but that was mostly just an abject sort of tingling. Wrinkling his face, he found that it felt as if he were wearing a rubber mask and his vision seemed to be darkening all around the edges.

Wait - had Watanuki been speaking? Domeki fought to concentrate on the words and he slowly came to understand what had been said. "That would be nice," he agreed with a slight movement of his head. "I'm sure they'd appreciate that. Maybe you could make some oden."

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aprilfirst
2009-05-17 03:02 pm UTC (link)

Watanuki cursed himself. He had been such a fool to go out in such a horrible weather, thinking it would be easy to get to some other building. He was never going to say it out loud in front of the jerk, but he knew that without Domeki's help he would have probably collapsed in the snow ages ago. Once they got out of this mess he had to find a way of repaying him.
Knowing Domeki, just cooking his favorite foods would be enough to make him happy.

"Oden," he nodded after Domeki's reply, mainly to himself. "I hope I can find a pot that's big enough..."
The thought of food and shelter managed to propel him forward until, wiping his glasses with a sleeve, he noticed the larger shape of a building looming above them.
Gathering his last energies he managed to close the distance between himself and Domeki. "Are we there?" he asked, too tired to use the annoyed tone he usually reserved for his friend. Now he was just weary, frozen to the bone and eager to get a roof and four walls between himself and the snow.

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throughyoureye
2009-05-17 04:33 pm UTC (link)

"I'll find you a pot big enough," he promised quietly. Domeki found that it felt good - and that it helped - to concentrate on something other than the endless snow and Watanuki's cooking was quite a pleasant distraction. He could just turn his attention to how warm and delicious the food would be and how nice it would be to share a meal with the rest of the people staying at the museum. It was more of a comfort than he would say to know that there was something warm and welcome ahead of them and it made putting one foot in front of the other that much easier. "The rest of the ingredients too, maybe. We might have to do without beer, though."

Upon registering the question, Domeki lifted his head and squinted into the wind. He thought that he could make the vague shadow of a building ahead but he didn't manage to place it until he managed to stumble on the lowest of the steps. Tipping his head back, he studied the facade for a long moment before realizing that this must be the museum. "I think this is it. We just have to knock and they should let us in."

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aprilfirst
2009-05-18 01:14 pm UTC (link)

Watanuki tried to smile, even though his face was frozen and he made more of a funny face. But it didn't matter since Domeki couldn't see him now anyway. "It's better if there is no beer," he retorted. "You're annoying enough when you're sober."
Talking with Domeki helped, even though Watanuki didn't have much breath to spare and with every breath he felt a cold wind down his throat. He coughed. A scarf would have been nice. He'd have to add it to the list of things to get once he could go back to the thrift store.
He still felt guilty every time he took an item, since it was technically stealing, but with each passing day he felt less and less restraint to do so. After all, he didn't have many choices: it was either that or freeze in this weather.

He gave a sigh of relief when Domeki identified the museum. He'd been following blindly the other boy for what had seemed like hours, and felt thoroughly lost. He would have never guessed that they had arrived if he didn't actually trust Domeki to know where he was going. Though what he said was: "Finally! We were walking for so long, I was sure you'd brought us to the wrong side of town entirely."
He caught up with Domeki and started climbing up the steps, only to fall down on his back. He hadn't realized how slippery the icy steps would be, and the lower ones were so covered with snow that it was hard to even guess where they started.

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throughyoureye
2009-05-18 04:31 pm UTC (link)

Domeki had meant to respond to the comment about being annoying sober with a dismissive vocal shrug but his throat was apparently too raw to allow something like that - he ended up nearly doubling in a series of ragged coughs which he only managed to silence after a few minutes of sustained struggle. His face red from the effort, he spoke in a jagged whisper. "You're only tolerable when I'm drunk."

The response wasn't quite worthy of the effort and he knew that it was an obvious lie but Domeki needed something to do to keep his mind from coming to a frozen stop. He could already feel his thoughts growing sluggish and, though they had managed to come to the safety of the museum, he knew that he had to get them inside - which meant that he had to be able to explain to whoever answered the door who he and Watanuki were.

He was just about to make his own way up the stairs when he noticed that Watanuki had apparently missed the step. His natural instinct was to try to catch his friend before he could hit the ground but Domeki's movements were slowed by the cold; his hands grabbed at the smaller frame but he only ended up being knocked over by the momentum of the fall. His back twinged with sharp pain as he found himself suddenly sitting in the snow but his concern when right to Watanuki.

"Did you hurt yourself?" He asked as he glanced to his friend. Briefly, he wondered if carrying Watanuki up to the door would be necessary but he would come to that once he knew that Watanuki was alright.

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aprilfirst
2009-05-18 04:58 pm UTC (link)

Trying to talk just to distract himself from the bitter cold, Watanuki realized that most of the time he talked with Domeki he wasn't really paying attention. He usually just replied mechanically, without paying attention, as a distraction from the rest of his life. Somehow their bickering seemed so stupid.
He wanted to point it out to Domeki, but he didn't think he'd manage to convey such a complicated concept at the moment. Even the simple sentence about oden had taken him a lot of effort. Just then he was interrupted by Domeki's sudden coughing fit, and decided that there would be time enough to talk after they were inside.

His thoughts were so confused that he didn't immediately understood what had happened after falling down. After some struggling he managed to bring himself on all fours, and even though he didn't think he'd suffered any injuries in the fall his limbs were still and he had problems moving his legs.
"I'm... fine, I think," he mumbled, turning to look at Domeki. He appeared to have fallen down as well. "Stupid," he said, out of habit more than anything. "Why did you have to go and fall down too? Who's the idiot now?"

He started scrambling on the snow, trying to get on his feet. He must have been a comical sight, but there was nobody around except for Domeki and he was in no position to make nasty remarks.
"Just one more step. We're almost there," he muttered, more to himself than Domeki

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throughyoureye
2009-05-18 05:17 pm UTC (link)

Good. I didn't want to have to carry you up the stairs." Domeki replied in a half-truth. The main reason he didn't want to have to try to carry Watanuki was because Domeki wasn't entirely sure that he could - he was having more than enough difficulty with his own near-frozen body and he couldn't imagine that carrying even someone as light as Watanuki would be easy. That wasn't to say that he still wouldn't do so if it became necessary. "You're still the idiot for coming out in the cold when you didn't have to."

The thought that he might well have broken his bow in the fall occurred to him and Domeki glanced to his side - and then relaxed to see that the weapon had apparently survived the fall fairly well. The arrows which he had wrapped in cloth and then stuck in the pocket of his jacket seemed fine, as well, but he'd pay more attention to them later, when he wasn't in danger of freezing to death.

Moving as if he were quite an old man, Domeki managed to pull himself from the snow and he closed the short distance to the door with no additional problems. Once there, he knocked loudly and silently prayed that someone was near enough to hear them. He really didn't want to have to spend any more time out in the weather.

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aprilfirst
2009-05-19 10:01 am UTC (link)

Watanuki didn't even hear the last of Domeki's words. He had somehow managed to get back on his feet and was now using all of his concentration to make sure he managed to stay upright for as long as it took them to get inside.
This seemed to be an impossible task - he was already seeing everything fuzzy due to his glasses getting covered with snow crystals, but now it was as if everything was dancing in front of him. He felt dizzy in a very unpleasant way.

Any moment now, he kept telling himself. Someone would come and let them in. He'd just have to bear with the cold for a few more minutes. He wanted to stomp his feet to keep warm, but his junctures were so frozen that he could barely lift one foot.
While Domeki hammered on the door, he leaned against the outside wall to get a bit of rest. Very slowly, he lost consciousness and fell over.

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