Fuda # 30 [action/video]

[idealism]

Wow, where did all you new people come from? How come you don't have wings?

Er, I mean, welcome to Luceti! Make yourself at home. If anyone's hungry, I won't mind showing you the way to the bakery.

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[cynicism]

[He lets the arm linger there, trembling slightly.]

I can't tell. There are too many of them.

[idealism]

[That's alarming. He knows how Hisoka becomes when he has to deal with crowds.]

Do you want to take a break? We can go to the outskirts of town, or something.

[cynicism]

No. I need to know who's here.

[Even if they're all blending together into one big ball of nausea.]

[idealism]

[He wraps his scarf around Hisoka's neck, too, so they share it. It's long enough.]

Do you think we'll see anyone from home?

[cynicism]

Maybe. I hope not.

You know who we'd get.

[idealism]

The count.

[He tries not to think about the m-word.]

[cynicism]

Yeah, sure. [That's okay. Hisoka can think about it enough for both of them.]

[idealism]

[Then it's time to try for a distraction. He hugs him close.]

Do you think we ought to send some fudas out? If people can come in, the barrier must be thin.

[cynicism]

[Hisoka hates distractions like these! He grows stiff in Tsuzuki's arms.]

Do you feel any stronger? We get our powers back when there's something wrong with the barrier.

[idealism]

[Too bad they're so effective.]

No, I guess not. It would have been nice to be able to contact someone from home, though.

[cynicism]

[Jerk.]

We're not that fortunate.

[idealism]

[He loves Hisoka, too.]

Do they hurt, 'Soka?

[cynicism]

The people? I guess. No more than this many usually do.

[idealism]

[That's a sad thought. He rubs Hisoka's arm, hoping to offer some comfort.

For once, Tsuzuki wasn't asking about the crowd. He had wondered if Hisoka's scars bothered him. He lets it drop.]

You'll let me know when I should go get you painkillers, right?

[cynicism]

Please stop touching me, Tsuzuki.

[idealism]

Oh.

[He slowly removes his hand, taking a step to the side. The scarf slides off his neck as he does so, hanging limply from Hisoka's neck.]

I'm sorry.

[cynicism]

Yeah, well.. Don't worry about it.

Did you want to go back inside?

[idealism]

It might be a good idea. Then we won't freeze. [He does offer Hisoka a grin, since he gets the feeling he needs it.]

Let's watch the crowd for five more minutes, to make sure we're not missing anyone.

[cynicism]

Sure, I...

[And then fainting. Because that's how Hisoka does.]

[idealism]

[Shit! Tsuzuki jumps forward, grabbing hold of his partner before he hits the snow.

This isn't good. Tsuzuki realizes now that the question was actually a warning sign, and that he should have paid attention. He hoists Hisoka's inert body up, holding him protectively as he briskly walks inside. It's suddenly not important to look for familiar faces anymore.]

It's going to be okay.

[cynicism]

[Nothing is okay when there's this many voices in his head competing for attention. It's too loud and too much.

But at least it's relatively silent now, all things considered. Sure, he's thoroughly unconscious, but it's quiet.]

[heartsicklove]

Wait!

[Tsuzuki was too preoccupied to notice that they were being followed. Tsubaki walks carefully up the stairs, taking care not to make too much noise. She folds her hands in front, standing quietly by Tsuzuki's side, while the man helps Hisoka to bed. She knows it's very rude to follow someone into a house without being invited, but this is an emergency. It's allowed when it's an emergency.]

Will be be alright?

[idealism]

[His eyes widens at the sight. He and Hisoka watched her bleed and die. Tsubaki should, by no means, be back among the living. Then again, this is standard stuff for Luceti. Tsuzuki strokes Hisoka's cheek and stands up.]

I... I think so.

Why don't you sit down?

[cynicism]

[It makes Hisoka shift and twitch in his sleep. There's a presence here that shouldn't be here by any means. What is it doing here of all places?]

[idealism]

[Tsuzuki's worried gaze flickers between the two young people. He knows they have a lot unsaid, so he decides to follow his gut feeling. Smiling weakly, he places a hand on Tsubaki's shoulder.]

I'm going to get him some water. Can I get you anything?