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WHO: Mytho and Open
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Friday
WARNINGS: Lack of sanity
SUMMARY: Mytho's world has started to crumble and the Raven's blood is slowly destroying him from the inside.
FORMAT: Paragraph.

For a brief time, Mytho felt that he finally knew what it was like to be happy. Spending time with the younger Rue, the return of the birds, it all soothed his heart to where he didn't feel the Raven's blood clawing at him for control any longer.

But it had all shattered... The Rue he cared so much about had been replaced with the Rue who was Kraehe, who had stained his heart and hurt him so deeply so many times, to be in the same room as he made the Raven's blood scream and claw at him until all he felt was fear and the need to make her feel the same pain that she had inflicted on him.

To have that small, illusionary happiness ripped away... to wake up next to that Rue where all he could see were black feathers as she soaked him deeper in the blood of the Raven...

To feel that blood rising with in him from where he had tried so hard to keep it buried...

He had run away, trying to find Tutu, even though she wasn't Tutu any longer, desperate for something to cling to before he was lost to the red that filled his eyes.

But she was gone.

And the small light with in him had vanished under the black feathers and deep red blood.

It had all been a blur afterwards as he wandered the City, not seeing, not feeling, barely existing.

Tutu was gone... Ahiru was gone... Rue was gone...

Absentmindedly, he scratched at his hand, eyes unfocused as he walked, birds flying away before him, feathers scattering and turning dark in his mind's eye.

He needed to find...

to find...

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"Because she didn't want to vanish... she didn't love me enough to give away her life for me... But she vanished anyway... and never saved me...."

If he had any inkling that this was true, Sanji might have been disappointed with Fakir for fearing death. But he didn't know either of the boys well enough to really agree or disagree with the assessment. "...what are you saying, dandelion-head?" he asked warily. "What's going to happen to you if that comes about?"

"I'll go back to being a doll once more..." Mytho said with a small, unhinged smile. "I won't feel anything... won't that be nice...? It won't hurt then...."

"A doll? You mean like..."

Sanji grasped this well enough. There wasn't time to call Fakir and alert him, or babysit Mytho until he came. He stepped forward, hoping to get close enough to gently encourage Mytho to come along with him. "That's not going to happen. Your friends are waiting for you, let me take you home to them. I'll walk with you."

Mytho looked back at him. "... friends..? Tutu...? Have you found Tutu...?"

Oh. Shit. Sanji had seen the other part of Fakir's message, and assumed he meant the missing Duck. "Ah. I didn't know Tutu was missing," he said evasively. "We can look for her, too."

"She isn't here... She's where the rest of my heart is..."

"Now, wait a minute..." He shifted forward and stood a little taller, ready to defend a notion. "It's not really fair to expect that from somebody, you know. If you want that, then you probably don't love her in return, so..."

Kuwabara began to scowl as he reasoned. "You're just trying to use this girl, then. Is that it?"

Mytho's expression shifted, looking suddenly exhausted as his head fell forward, hair covering his eyes. "I can't love... I don't know what love feels like... it all turns to nothing when I reach for it... Tutu--- Tutu gave me back that part of my heart... but Kraehe took it away again..." His hand moved to clutch over his heart.

Kuwabara started forward automatically, hands reaching like he might have to hold the scrawny kid up. Mytho didn't actually fall, though, and so Kuwabara only stood by warily. Again, his reactions settled into sympathetic.

"Hey," he started again, voice finally a little more quiet and settled. "Do you need help, or what? I can't understand what the hell you're going on about."

Mytho was quiet a long moment. "Can you find Tutu...?"

That earns a grumble. Geez, would this guy just talk straight? "You keep saying she's gone. You mean outta the City, right? I can't find nobody who's not even around, you know!"

Sadly, talking straight was something Mytho had difficulty with even at his sanest. "... then there's nothing that can be done..." he said quietly before starting to walk again.

Sanji blinked again, his hand inches away from coming to rest on Mytho's shoulder. "Come on, now," he tried to joke, since he wasn't sure he fully understood that, "all of us guys go through that once in a while. You just have to pick up the pieces and move on."

Mytho gave a soft, broken laugh. "The pieces aren't here... They're back in Gold Town... sealing the Raven..."

"Are you..." Sanji really didn't know how to handle this. "...going to be okay?"

Mytho put a hand over his heart, fingers digging in. "No... If I could shatter what's left of my heart again and end this all..."

Sanji stared. "Oi...wait a minute. It's not that bad, you don't have to do something like that."

Shit, a suicidal kid? This wasn't something he knew how to take care of. He fingered the comm in his right hand, wondering if it would just be better after all to call Fakir.

"Of course I do... How else can I keep it from being eaten by a crow..?" Mytho asked with a small, disturbed smile. "The Raven's blood is already eating it from inside of me..."

Shaking his head, Sanji withdrew and snapped open the comm, preparing to make a voice post addressing Fakir.

"You look like you need to rest up. Maybe have something to eat and take a nap. Let me call Fakir and get you somewhere warm..."

"Did you want him to die....? The Raven will cut him in half....."

"I think you need more than a nap." One hand was busy setting up a voice post, but Sanji's other shot out to make a grab for Mytho's collar. He wasn't sure what all of this was about, but the kid was losing his mind and needed to be corralled quickly.

Mytho smacked Sanji's hand away, staggering back. "Don't... you'll get him killed again..." Black feathers began to appear in a cloud of wind around him, swirling around like a small cyclone.

"What - hang on a second!" Sanji recoiled for a moment, unsure what was happening, and then lunged for him again. "Wait! Mytho!"

Mytho clutched at his heart as the feathers obscured his form.

When they had cleared once more, he was gone.

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