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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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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..."

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.

Sanji flailed and almost face-planted as Mytho vanished just before he could reach him. Cursing under his breath, he shut off the comm without posting the message and stood for a moment looking around wildly. But the kid was nowhere in sight - he had totally gone.

Recovering his composure, Sanji pocketed his comm and headed off on his journey. Now he had to make one more stop - the bakery, to inform Fakir of this incident. He didn't feel right reporting it in public.

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