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twenty ninth run → video;

[ BOOM!!! ]

[ in the background, several explosions go off one after the other. Agito, however, pays them no mind. ]

Who sells explosives? This idiot is going through them faster than I anticipated.

Oi--damn it, Agito, I CAN HEAR Y--

[ boom. ]

[ silence follows the last one for a few moments while Agito tilts his head towards the sound. a flying shark passes overhead just in time to be seen by the camera before it explodes. ]

[ ooc; firebrick red is Kazu. ]

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What, like you've got a damn answer for this?

[ he stumbles back, but that doesn't seem to quell the words—there's too many of them, and even as Agito's walking away, Kazu calls them sharply to his back. like a challenge. like something he hopes can't be real, in spite of all the odds. ]

Only real answer's to trust him less, right? Is that what you wanna do?

[ he turns around instantly at those words, lips twisted into a snarl. ]

If he can't be here when he's fucking needed-- if we can't trust on him to have our backs when shit's happening-- then he doesn't deserve it, fuck!

Trust is earned! Not thrown around like candy!

[ oh, the sharpest of looks. ]

What shit?

Pay attention.

[ turning back around and-- walking off. ]

[ well, he's not following—yet. but his voice is louder. ]

You don't want me following you, you don't want me knowing what you do, the hell am I supposed to pay attention to?

When the desert curse started, where the fuck was he? Where has he been? Why the hell can't he just stay or go! Fuck-- it'd be so much easier.

Edited 2012-06-29 07:50 (UTC)

Fuck that. He's still here somewhere. You gonna deal with it or not?

I'M DEALING WITH IT!

[ there must be a reason he's still talking, while he's still dealing with Kazu after numerous attempts to just get the fuck away. ]

He's here somewhere, I'm looking, and I'll fucking find him just to shove his head up his ass! So shut up!

Quit dodging the point already! So what if we find him? Then what? You think we still oughta follow him like nothing's changed?

[ but the outburst doesn't last. they're only words, and guilt's a tide aching in his skull, clenched in his fists and burning in his throat. he's not chasing, not yet. but he waits all the same, because anything's easier than speaking his own answer out loud. ]

Tell me that's what we oughta do.

[ his nose flares. just a bit, but it's enough to be noticeable. ] Che'.

Is that what you've been doing up until now, the entire time he's been here? I haven't. Every fucking time he gets fucked over-- he's not Itsuki Minami then. [ this isn't exactly what Kazu's asking, he knows that. denying Ikki his leadership isn't something even Agito feels like doing, though. they've been together too long; everyone's made mistakes here, fucked up shit. but it's Ikki.]

Follow your own goddamned instincts, fuck!

[ his first instinct is to jump after Agito—like a baited dog or something goddamn close—at the implied insult: that Ikki could be anything less, anything else. but he's still and he's here and Agito's riddling at him, all disdain and answers that aren't answers. and the thing is that Kazu doesn't want these thoughts. absolute trust isn't easy, but it's straightforward. this choice feels like nothing he's agreed to—feels, still, somewhere in the marrows, like a betrayal of faith. ]

That's— [ ... ] That's not how it works. If he's not gonna win on his own, then we've gotta help him.

[ one breath, sharp. ]

Am I right or not?

No shit.

[ there's nothing more than that. Agito doesn't give anything else, doesn't stop walking to even give the time for Kazu to throw another question off behind him. he doesn't feel like answering, there's no point to it. Kazu's been Ikki's friend way longer than he's known either of them, it should be clear enough to him without Agito's help. ]

[ still not moving, still not chasing, but his desperate voice's a shout. ]

So are we working together on for that or not?

[ there's no verbal answer. a hand raises, fingers still half-curled into palm-- then drops. ]

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