Kiryu Kyosuke ✦ 鬼柳京介 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
satisfiedsigner) wrote2024-02-16 11:27 pm
satisfiedsigner) wrote2024-02-16 11:27 pm
the third time (takes place during Oct. 24-26, 2009)
hi i was inspired to write this little thing (and by inspired i mean i couldn't fucking fall asleep last night bc my brain decided i needed to write this) about Kiryu's second death in-game (capeandcowl) & his revival after.
it takes place at the end of this log on 10/24/09, and then before this network post on 10/26/09
WHY am i writing stuff for this game FOURTEEN YEARS LATER??? bc i couldn't fucking fall asleep, that's why.
It hurt.
That was all he could think about as Alastair gathered his broken body up in his arms. He couldn't move anything without wanting to scream. Everything hurt so much...
Why did it always have to hurt so much?!
Just before he fell unconscious, he thought he felt a slender hand gently comb through his hair, thought he heard a familiar voice murmuring to him in the back of his mind, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay, that it was all going to be over soon.
That this was nothing to be afraid of. He'd experienced it before, and he'd experience again.
After all, he belonged to her, more than he belonged to any of them. More than he even belonged to her little sister. He was just coming home.
But it was only his imagination.
Didi was no longer here, after all.
When Kiryu opened his eyes again, he was alone.
The room around him was dim in the afternoon light. There was a low hum of a ventilation system and of idle machines, hooked up to nothing but ready to be used at a moment's notice.
There was no bed. He lay on a tile floor, staring up at the pitted tile ceiling far above him.
A hospital, huh...and obviously an empty room he wasn't supposed to be in.
Well, he thought, it was better than waking up in the morgue.
Kiryu reached a hand up toward the ceiling, not really seeing it. He flexed his fingers a few times, just to prove that he could with out wanting to scream.
Nothing hurt anymore. It was as if nothing had happened, except that he'd woken up in a strange place.
Just like the first time.
He let his hand fall over his face, as a painful lump formed in his chest and his throat. Something hot and wet slid down the side of his face to his ear.
Fuck, he was tired of dying.
Even if he was perfectly happy with being dead, the way he was supposed to be, he was really tired of the dying part. The first time had been miserable, the second time had been literal torture, and this time...
Why did it always have to hurt so much? Why couldn't it ever be something quick, just a blink-and-you're-gone type of deal?
And Alastair...
Fuck.
He didn't remember much after Alastair had picked him up.
He wondered if he'd even made it to the hospital. With his luck, he'd probably died on the way, while he was still in Alastair's arms...
Fuck, he really hoped not. Kiryu didn't want to do that to him...
It had been bad enough to have Saitou find his body the first time. He didn't want Alastair to--
Saitou.
Kiryu bolted upright. He scrambled to grab his communicator (how funny that it always seemed to be there when he woke up, even the last time, when he'd been hacked into pieces) and frantically scrolled through the network. Saitou had been--Saitou was back and he'd been--
But there was nothing. There was just that private message he'd received, the one that had sent him racing into danger in the first place, the one that had said Saitou was hurt--but nothing else. No announcement that he was back, no announcement from someone else that they'd found him, no comments that seemed like his...nothing.
An uneasy feeling started forming in the pit of his stomach.
If Saitou had really been in danger...
Had he died too? Was he in the middle of reviving right now?
If he'd died and no one else had even known he was back...
Or if...
It wasn't really...
Kiryu threw that thought aside immediately. It had to have been him. It wasn't allowed to have been...to have not been him, legitimately needing help. Even if it meant he'd died because Kiryu hadn't gotten there in time, that was better than if--
He curled up in a ball, his hands clenched tight in his hair, so tight he could feel bits of it separating from his scalp, while he shook with the effort to not to just laugh or scream or throw his damn communicator across the room.
If it wasn't--
If he'd died for nothing, again--
Saitou hadn't even been gone a whole fucking week. If he found out Kiryu went and got himself killed as soon as he'd been sent home--
God, he was so tired of fucking dying. He hated dying so much--
Eventually, Kiryu uncurled from his ball. He sat with his hands hanging down loosely in his lap and stared, unseeing, out at the far corner of the room.
He should probably get out of here soon....
Alastair would be waiting...and he didn't want some nurse to stumble upon him and call the cops for trespassing...
With a sigh, he moved to put his communicator away. He could call Alastair once he'd managed to sneak out of here--
And that was when he finally noticed it.
It was such a part of him that it had taken this long to even notice it.
His arm wasn't bare anymore. Ccapac Apu's mark was right there, like it always had been.
Like it was supposed to be.
This time, Kiryu couldn't help it. He covered his face as he started laughing.
He didn't know when that laughter became more like sobs.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck that damn machine to hell--
Of course he'd only get his powers back now. Now, when he'd already fucking died without them--
He swapped forms without thinking, the purple glow which flashed from his mark a welcoming sight in the dim, empty room. Finally, he could stop feeling so helpless--
--he still couldn't hear his God. Even though he'd died again, even though he'd been revived again by something that had no right to have that power--
Whatever. There was no point in being upset about it right now. Even Didi hadn't been able do anything about how death worked in this place, and that was what she was...
Slowly, Kiryu got to his feet. He looked down at his hand for a moment, considering.
Mary Marvel had said that she been able to summon fire while she'd had his powers. He didn't know anything about that, but if that was true...
Kiryu stretched out his hand and concentrated.
It took a minute--long enough that he was almost ready to pass it off as a mistake, as some quirk of what what the 'porter had been doing to them for the past three weeks--
And then the window curtains burst into flame.
Kiryu let out a surprised, delighted laugh and jerked his hand, willing the flames to grow bigger, until they were licking the ceiling of the room. Then he clenched his fist, and the fire quickly died out as if it had never been, leaving only the charred remains of the curtains in its wake as proof of its existence.
He felt another fit of giggles coming on. Oh yes. He could do things with this power. And the best part was that no~ one~ knew~ he~ had~ it~
--And then the sprinklers exploded with water as the fire alarm went off.
Oops.
Kiryu quickly ducked out of the room before anyone could show up to find out what happened. He was down the hall and headed down some back stairs before anyone could stop him to demand what he was doing there.
Time to leave~
Besides, he had a call to make. Alastair would be waiting for him.
it takes place at the end of this log on 10/24/09, and then before this network post on 10/26/09
It hurt.
That was all he could think about as Alastair gathered his broken body up in his arms. He couldn't move anything without wanting to scream. Everything hurt so much...
Why did it always have to hurt so much?!
Just before he fell unconscious, he thought he felt a slender hand gently comb through his hair, thought he heard a familiar voice murmuring to him in the back of his mind, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay, that it was all going to be over soon.
That this was nothing to be afraid of. He'd experienced it before, and he'd experience again.
After all, he belonged to her, more than he belonged to any of them. More than he even belonged to her little sister. He was just coming home.
But it was only his imagination.
Didi was no longer here, after all.
When Kiryu opened his eyes again, he was alone.
The room around him was dim in the afternoon light. There was a low hum of a ventilation system and of idle machines, hooked up to nothing but ready to be used at a moment's notice.
There was no bed. He lay on a tile floor, staring up at the pitted tile ceiling far above him.
A hospital, huh...and obviously an empty room he wasn't supposed to be in.
Well, he thought, it was better than waking up in the morgue.
Kiryu reached a hand up toward the ceiling, not really seeing it. He flexed his fingers a few times, just to prove that he could with out wanting to scream.
Nothing hurt anymore. It was as if nothing had happened, except that he'd woken up in a strange place.
Just like the first time.
He let his hand fall over his face, as a painful lump formed in his chest and his throat. Something hot and wet slid down the side of his face to his ear.
Fuck, he was tired of dying.
Even if he was perfectly happy with being dead, the way he was supposed to be, he was really tired of the dying part. The first time had been miserable, the second time had been literal torture, and this time...
Why did it always have to hurt so much? Why couldn't it ever be something quick, just a blink-and-you're-gone type of deal?
And Alastair...
Fuck.
He didn't remember much after Alastair had picked him up.
He wondered if he'd even made it to the hospital. With his luck, he'd probably died on the way, while he was still in Alastair's arms...
Fuck, he really hoped not. Kiryu didn't want to do that to him...
It had been bad enough to have Saitou find his body the first time. He didn't want Alastair to--
Saitou.
Kiryu bolted upright. He scrambled to grab his communicator (how funny that it always seemed to be there when he woke up, even the last time, when he'd been hacked into pieces) and frantically scrolled through the network. Saitou had been--Saitou was back and he'd been--
But there was nothing. There was just that private message he'd received, the one that had sent him racing into danger in the first place, the one that had said Saitou was hurt--but nothing else. No announcement that he was back, no announcement from someone else that they'd found him, no comments that seemed like his...nothing.
An uneasy feeling started forming in the pit of his stomach.
If Saitou had really been in danger...
Had he died too? Was he in the middle of reviving right now?
If he'd died and no one else had even known he was back...
Or if...
It wasn't really...
Kiryu threw that thought aside immediately. It had to have been him. It wasn't allowed to have been...to have not been him, legitimately needing help. Even if it meant he'd died because Kiryu hadn't gotten there in time, that was better than if--
He curled up in a ball, his hands clenched tight in his hair, so tight he could feel bits of it separating from his scalp, while he shook with the effort to not to just laugh or scream or throw his damn communicator across the room.
If it wasn't--
If he'd died for nothing, again--
Saitou hadn't even been gone a whole fucking week. If he found out Kiryu went and got himself killed as soon as he'd been sent home--
God, he was so tired of fucking dying. He hated dying so much--
Eventually, Kiryu uncurled from his ball. He sat with his hands hanging down loosely in his lap and stared, unseeing, out at the far corner of the room.
He should probably get out of here soon....
Alastair would be waiting...and he didn't want some nurse to stumble upon him and call the cops for trespassing...
With a sigh, he moved to put his communicator away. He could call Alastair once he'd managed to sneak out of here--
And that was when he finally noticed it.
It was such a part of him that it had taken this long to even notice it.
His arm wasn't bare anymore. Ccapac Apu's mark was right there, like it always had been.
Like it was supposed to be.
This time, Kiryu couldn't help it. He covered his face as he started laughing.
He didn't know when that laughter became more like sobs.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck that damn machine to hell--
Of course he'd only get his powers back now. Now, when he'd already fucking died without them--
He swapped forms without thinking, the purple glow which flashed from his mark a welcoming sight in the dim, empty room. Finally, he could stop feeling so helpless--
--he still couldn't hear his God. Even though he'd died again, even though he'd been revived again by something that had no right to have that power--
Whatever. There was no point in being upset about it right now. Even Didi hadn't been able do anything about how death worked in this place, and that was what she was...
Slowly, Kiryu got to his feet. He looked down at his hand for a moment, considering.
Mary Marvel had said that she been able to summon fire while she'd had his powers. He didn't know anything about that, but if that was true...
Kiryu stretched out his hand and concentrated.
It took a minute--long enough that he was almost ready to pass it off as a mistake, as some quirk of what what the 'porter had been doing to them for the past three weeks--
And then the window curtains burst into flame.
Kiryu let out a surprised, delighted laugh and jerked his hand, willing the flames to grow bigger, until they were licking the ceiling of the room. Then he clenched his fist, and the fire quickly died out as if it had never been, leaving only the charred remains of the curtains in its wake as proof of its existence.
He felt another fit of giggles coming on. Oh yes. He could do things with this power. And the best part was that no~ one~ knew~ he~ had~ it~
--And then the sprinklers exploded with water as the fire alarm went off.
Oops.
Kiryu quickly ducked out of the room before anyone could show up to find out what happened. He was down the hall and headed down some back stairs before anyone could stop him to demand what he was doing there.
Time to leave~
Besides, he had a call to make. Alastair would be waiting for him.