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[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

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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[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

Kuwabara was still getting used to walking around, looking for little signs of trouble to stop and things to take care of. Predominately, he was looking out for crime, punk kids and purse-snatchers and low-life crap like that. However, something else grabbed his attention.

He didn't even really know why he'd headed to that huge park, maybe a feeling, and he'd learned to trust intuition. Regardless, he spotted that lurching, weird, light-haired kid, just... Wandering. Bizarrely.

He picked up his stride and caught up to the guy, voice as boisterous as ever. "Oi! You alright, there?"

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho paused, half turning.

"...no..."

His voice was almost eerily soft, deadened and wispy and slightly more high pitched than it seemed it aught to be.

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

Allllright, then. Kuwabara couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Yeah, he'd definitely not been wrong about the weird-factor that had drawn him here. Goody.

He continued his approach, letting out a slight huff but smiling as if he was oblivious all the same. Maybe the guy just needed some cheering up, after all. "What's up?"

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

"The birds won't come near me any more..."

It was a cryptic answer, but really, even when he was himself, Mytho had never been good at answering questions.

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

That just cued more doubtful expressions. This guy was probably just off his rocker. "Birds don't go near anybody, you know. Not usually. Instincts or whatever..."

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

"They used to come when I called..."

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

Was that, like... Some kind of superpower? People got new powers when they came here, right? At that thought, Kuwabara couldn't help but turn up a somewhat mocking smirk. "Man. That's a really lame power."

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho blinked. "... Power...?" he asked.

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you know..." Kuwabara trailed off, only just realizing that maybe this guy wasn't somebody that the machine had brought in, but a local who was just, well, kinda crazy. "Never mind."

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho just continued to look at Kuwabara, his eyes unfocused, the golden colour in them seeming to almost.. be moving in a way that was NOT natural. After a moment, he spoke again. "Do you know Tutu...?"

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. This was bogus. Never mind the never mind, this was either an imported person or, at least, somebody being affected by one. He almost missed the question, puzzling over that weird aura. Not that it would've made a difference, really, because it confused him. "Those are... Those frilly skirts, right?"

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho gave a small, unstable smile. "Princess Tutu... She was supposed to be bringing my heart back to me... But it's not here... and now she isn't either..." He gave a very small laugh that made his thin frame tremble slightly. "Isn't that funny...? She disappeared without speaking of her love at all...."

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I wouldn't really call that funny." Kuwabara didn't know whether to be sympathetic or a little creeped out. What was this, half psycho-rambling and half tragic love story? When he moved on from looking doubtful, he put on a concerned frown, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. "I'm sure she had her reasons, anyway. I mean... Why else hold something like that back, huh?"

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

"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...."

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

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.

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

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."

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

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

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

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!"

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

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.

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

With another slight huff, Kuwabara went to follow him, again keeping something of a distance. "You want me to call somebody for you or something? I kinda get the feeling you shouldn't be hanging out by yourself. No offense."

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho paused, looking back over his shoulder. "...who would you call...? Tutu isn't here..."

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. You said that," he grumbled, taking bigger strides to catch up yet again. "You gotta have friends or something, right? Roommates?"

[lovemedangit.livejournal.com]

Mytho paused. "... Friends...?" he repeated the word as if it were foreign.

[stfurameshi.livejournal.com]

Wow, this guy was special. Kuwabara might feel bad later for thinking that, but... Man. "Yeah, you know... The people you hang out with. That ring any bells?"