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When; March 19, early evening.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Yuri Lowell [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
notflynn] and Ino Yamanaka [floraltitties]
Summary; She's been waiting for him.
Log; He spent the week thinking, mulling over the situation at hand, considering all the variables and just compartmentalizing what he thought about the entire thing. Yes, he forgave them. It'd been a curse after all, something beyond their control. A curse about betrayal- what better way to shake the conscience? The deities knew how to play their cards right, and here he was as a result, sitting in the windowsill and staring out into the grayness. The City stared coldly back, almost mocking.
It didn't make much sense, really, how irrationally irritated he felt, still. He wanted nothing more than to punch Flynn, and seeing either of them only served a constant reminder.
Still, though Riou and Tyr and Luc were good comfortable (helped to keep his mind off things), he missed them both- and additionally, he wanted to see how Leon was doing. He hadn't heard from him in a while, and that was an entirely disconcerting ordeal all together.
The pieces slid together, connecting, and he stretched as he stood. He'd overstayed his welcome, and it was time to go home.
After gathering his things - and leaving a little note - he left the apartment complex and headed toward hers. His feet knew the path by now, and he could walk the entire way while gazing toward the skyline, all bright and red and encouraging. How cheesy, he thought, but it worked just as well.
He soon found himself before her door, nostalgic in its shape and color. Without keys, with a deep breath, he knocked and waited.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Yuri Lowell [
notflynn] and Ino Yamanaka [floraltitties]Summary; She's been waiting for him.
Log; He spent the week thinking, mulling over the situation at hand, considering all the variables and just compartmentalizing what he thought about the entire thing. Yes, he forgave them. It'd been a curse after all, something beyond their control. A curse about betrayal- what better way to shake the conscience? The deities knew how to play their cards right, and here he was as a result, sitting in the windowsill and staring out into the grayness. The City stared coldly back, almost mocking.
It didn't make much sense, really, how irrationally irritated he felt, still. He wanted nothing more than to punch Flynn, and seeing either of them only served a constant reminder.
Still, though Riou and Tyr and Luc were good comfortable (helped to keep his mind off things), he missed them both- and additionally, he wanted to see how Leon was doing. He hadn't heard from him in a while, and that was an entirely disconcerting ordeal all together.
The pieces slid together, connecting, and he stretched as he stood. He'd overstayed his welcome, and it was time to go home.
After gathering his things - and leaving a little note - he left the apartment complex and headed toward hers. His feet knew the path by now, and he could walk the entire way while gazing toward the skyline, all bright and red and encouraging. How cheesy, he thought, but it worked just as well.
He soon found himself before her door, nostalgic in its shape and color. Without keys, with a deep breath, he knocked and waited.
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She brooded until midnight, when it was her duty to cackle at Sakura's horrified screams. She brooded all the next day, in between trips to the store for more pudding and the greenhouse to keep her flowers alive. She brooded the entire day after that one, except for that break in the middle when she was kissing Euphie. All in all, it was a complete broodfest, and she had no intentions of stopping until Yuri showed up or she could string the deities across the Square by their balls. Whichever came first.
She brooded so much that Sakura had stopped trying to reason with her; her best friend, bless her, just kept handing over tubs of pudding and giving her the occasional pat on the head. It was just so... depressing.
But no matter what Ino tried, she couldn't get herself out of the funk, at least--until the doorbell rang. Despite the fact that she was in her oldest, rattiest pair of jeans and her hair probably looked like murder, she sprung up from the couch anyway, anxious in spite of herself. They rarely got unannounced visitors to the apartment, so it had to be--
God, this really was depressing.
Out of reflex, she checked her reflection in the hallway mirror as she passed, adjusting her tank top and smoothing down her hair and trying to make it look like she actually had seen sunlight in the past twenty four hours. It would have to do.
She swung the door open, relieved and happy and scared to see Yuri on the other side. "Yuri."
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Without a word, he brought his hand up to her face, fingers trailing down the side of her cheek, the other hand in her hair. Even a few days and he missed warmth of her skin, this familiarity.
He briefly remembered the way Flynn hovered over her, half-clothed and unashamed. And he tensed, but it was over. It was a curse. And seeing her like this- it was clear that she regretted it more than the device could communicate, regretted it as much as he was angry over it.
"I'm home."
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So she sniffled instead, miserably, and threw her arms around his waist, her face buried in his shoulder. He felt so solid, warm, familiar, there, and it wasn't until she had him back that she noticed how his absence had affected her.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, the sound muffled by his clothes. She wasn't letting go anytime soon, her grip tight, unrelenting. I'm sorry for this, she meant, because how else was she supposed to make this right? I'm sorry you had to see that. I'm sorry anything ever happened at all.
"I'm so sorry."
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"It's all right," he whispered in her ear, smiling softly. Yeah, he'd missed this- he missed it a lot. But he'd realized a lot of things, about relationships and her and the spaces between them.
He pulled back a little to kiss her cheek, to fall into that routine where he'd lean over a little and rest their foreheads together. She isn't something to share, something to pass around. This small, seemingly unimportant moment was theirs alone, and not even Flynn could have a taste of it.
Still smiling, he said (layers peeling, laying them bare)- "I missed you."
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But one look into his eyes as he pulled back, the gentle kiss to her cheek, and she knew he'd forgiven her. She knew Yuri, and he was far too honest, too good (no matter how he behaved), to hold something like this over her head. And maybe now a part of her understood him, stuck in her position almost half a year ago.
She smiled and pressed her forehead against his, the gentle, familiar pressure dissolving all the stress, all the anxiety of the past few days. Idly, she reached up and tucked his hair behind his ear.
"I missed you too," she replied, warmed from the inside by his words. He was never this open, and these little glimpses meant more to her than he'd probably ever know.
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A gentle squeeze. We'll fix this. What's happened, happened. We'll move forward and won't look back, all right? Despite this hold of their, this pose, this interconnecting that had been absent for days, there was still a need to discuss what happened. Normally he'd figure things out on his own, normally he wouldn't need the help- would pack his thoughts and resolve his own conflicts.
But she was a part of this, too. They were partners in the same goal, the same path. Hey, Leon pretty much whipped him into learning how to ask for help- it wasn't too bad, in the end, right? She was dependable. It's why he liked her.
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In spite of the forehead pressed against hers, Ino nodded and tightened her arms around his waist, pulling him closer and soaking up the warmth radiating from him. His fingers brushed against the bare sliver of skin between her top and her jeans, making her shiver a little despite the fact that it wasn't cold at all.
"Yeah," she said quietly, unnecessarily, and leaned in on impulse, pressing her lips against his. The kiss was gentle, light, just a quick one to have the feel of him on her lips again.
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He simply breathed her in, hands sliding a little further up her shirt, but not enough to touch where he shouldn't in the open space of her foyer. Though lost in the moment, he still had tact. Sakura, he knew, probably wouldn't be so pleased to walk in on this scene.
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"Yuri--" Almost reluctantly, she tipped her head back, tugging on his hair to get him to break the kiss. Just a moment to catch her breath, then she was pressing her forehead against his again. He just... had to understand. And she needed to say it.
"You know you're the only guy for me, right?"
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And for now, he decided it was all right if they weren't soulmates, because the end results were inevitable. They'd be taken back to their home worlds at some point, and it'd be over.
He breathed her in, felt the weight of her arms on his shoulders. They fit nicely, he thought. What they had- it was nice.
"I know," he responded, partly because he really didn't know what else to say. All these thoughts swirling in his head, the warmth of her skin- it was too difficult to really articulate, to express.