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When; Between April 1st and April 2nd, after this
Rating; uh...probably not above pg?
Characters; Doumeki Shizuka

monsterepellant and Watanuki Kimihiro

monsterattractr
Summary; Angst, angst and moar angst. because it's tasty. After an angsty fight of EPIC proportions, Doumeki goes off to the archery range. Watanuki tags along for the ride.
Log;

The day had gone from generally alright, to bad, to worse, to just plain suck. Doumeki did not want to think about it right now, and the fight from before left his nerves slightly frazzled. It was a sensation he didn't like, as he stalked off toward the archery range, silently, long legs eating up distance as he put space between him and Rosette and Ishida.

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Doumeki blinked--he had expected Watanuki to start yelling at him.

"...what did Kohane say after we got back to the shop?"

It was such an abrupt turn of subject. Watanuki would kick him or withhold food from the jerk later for it. His mouth opened to reply but he had to close it again, eyes clouding and brow furrowing.

Kohane-chan.

And he had just left her...

"Don't ask me that," he said, scowling over at the archer, adding with a usual tone of his orneriness, "You're just trying to change the subject! Stop that...if you're not going to tell me anything else just SAY so...it's not like you're usually ALL THAT TALKATIVE ANYWAY!" It escalated to be a more normal yell and led to him turning to jab his....whatever Doumeki was....in the chest, none too lightly either.

What the hell?

He found himself grabbing Doumeki's collar: you aren't that clever, was the translation.

Watanuki hated being in the dark...and he did not want to talk about Kohane-chan right now. She...would be fine. She was strong.

At this thought, his grip on Doumeki's shirt faltered slightly but not quite enough to release.

The archer's eyebrows raised slightly at the outburst, looking down at the hand in his collar. Really, it wasn't unusual for Watanuki to grab him and shake him, but now he had upset him. So he huffs, once.

"She'll be alright."

He blinked.

"OF COURSE SHE'LL BE ALRIGHT, I'M NOT WORRIED ABOUT HER YOU MORON, I---"

Crap.

He let go of Doumeki's collar like one burned, shot him a furious glare and backed up about two yards.

Elbow space.

Room.

Whatever.

Now Doumeki was confused. "You're....." Aha. He raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing around his features.

"I'll be fine, too."

And with that he turned, heading towards the archery range.

"I'M NOT WORRIED ABOUT YOU. I'M....WORRIED ABOUT.....I'M NOT......!" He yelled after him, all flailing and volumes of loud and louder.

And then without thinking again he found himself running after the biggest jerk of all time.

"I don't get you," he lied with a rough exhale as he caught up, breathing uneven as he slowed, staying a hand at his side to keep it from covering his chest. Was it too much to hope that coming here would eradicate the strange drowsiness and tendency to tire quickly?

Apparently a cost too high.

Stupid universe, screw you too. Geez.

"Jerk," he grumbled. Worried? HA.

Not even...

...okay not even going there.

Yep.

Not worried. Just...seeking details, better understanding, from the source.

That was all.

Hn.

"...anything else?" Fine. Ask your damn questions. Better you find out from me than someone else.

"Yeah. You're an idiot too," he replied with a sulk masked with what he hoped was a convincing look of utter loathing...or at least mild annoyance. He did have more to ask but...it wasn't his fault Doumeki was the end all-be-all of difficult--in Watanuki's oh-so-humble opinion of course.

Doumeki blinked. Once. Well, he should've expected Watanuki wouldn't catch on. He snorted. "Pot calling the kettle black?"

"Shut up!"

He cooked for this guy?

What. A. Waste.

"Where's the range anyway?" he asked, looking around, arms folding across his chest as he peered in various directions for any sign of such a place.

"In the Kingdom of Sand." He stated, entering Building 7.

"The....wait the what?!" he exclaimed, hurrying to follow, nearly running into him on the way into the building.

"Kingdom of Sand. It's in room 34." Aaaaaand, speak of the devil, here they are in room 34.

"...that doesn't make ANY sense I---" he cut himself off as he found himself in front of said door and settled for scowling like no tomorrow.

"Most of this City doesn't make sense." And he reached out a hand, turning the nob on the door and pushing it open, before stepping inside. It is, just as the name says, a Kingdom of Sand. It looks like a vast desert--a fairly good place to train--complete with an archery range a couple feet away and a bright sun.
Awkward? Slightly. Useful? Absolutely.

He did gape now and it was completely justified as far as he was concerned.

This place.

"That's too convenient," was his criticism, dry and lofty as he stood by and waited for the archer to do his thing, gathering his thoughts and trying to pick a question to ask. He had just had a million.

Where did they all go?

Damn it.

"Ananova-hime set it up." And he's looking over the bows left there, since he didn't bring his own this time. Ah well. It would have to do.

"Who?" he shot him a blank look: and I am supposed to know who this is? Because you know, I don't. It was odd to see him without his normal bow, Watanuki mused in passing and then went to sit cross-legged, tracing patterns in the sand with his index finger.

"An acquaintance." Oddly enough, once he's got a bow, he doesn't retrieve a quiver of arrows. He instead moves over to a piece of machinery and punches a few things into a keypad, before it whirs to life, and he steps back, pulling the string on his bow, an arrow comprised purely of spirit appearing in his bow, and he tilted it back, releasing the bow string, firing the arrow into a plate that had been shot into the air. It shattered as the arrow hit, scattering the peices. Fortunately it was far enough away for both of them to be out of range, but the plates are starting to come faster. Oddly, he's keeping up. For now, anyway.

The arrows didn't surprise him, barely made him glance up but as he made soft patterns in the sand.

"What did he do exactly?" he asked at last and didn't bother to say 'Joshua' because who else could he possibly be talking about...really.

"Are you certain you want to know?" It was a warning--because honestly, it wasn't pretty. He fired six more arrows in succession.

It took no amount of time at all for him to nod, however grimly.

"I do," he affirmed, glancing up this time, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to better organize and order his questions....the ones left over.

"He broke my arm first. One, then the other." One plate shattered in the air, pierced by an arrow. "Then he healed them. Both of them. I think the healing powers are his own and not a result of the horns. Then he proceeded to break several more of my bones, healed me a couple more times, and broke them again." Another shattering plate. "then when I was brought to the Cathedral, almost all of the fingers on both my hands were broken, one of my ankles was broken, the other one sprained, and I had a rather large welt across my right cheek." Another plate. "I turned into a child due to a curse in that state, and Yuuko-san found me and took me to a hospital where they healed me."

His jaw clenched, and his fists....really every part of him was rigid with tension.

He had asked. He did not regret asking. He really did want to know. But that...all of that.

"And she did nothing?" was all he could manage and it was grit out between clenched teeth, looking pointedly away from the archer, shoulders hunched and head down.

Whoever this Joshua was or wasn't....that wasn't....there was no excuse.

"There was nothing she could do." Another plate broken. "Any attempt would've put the both of us in an even worse position."

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