"This is how it should be."

{Affiliated with Dodeka Theoi} 1st house of the Horns; Servant of Hades

[quickiminaj]

(The Japanese reads “don’t cry so much”)

“Don’t cry…this is how…it should be.”

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Wake up: you're alive, Shinji(Open Dodeka)

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Akihiko was wandering around, still figuring out where he was, or what this place was. It wasn’t a dream, he figured out this much, but it just made the whole think more puzzling. He mind started to drift, trying to search for a logical explanation, but failed. He massaged his temples, bumping into someone, falling down.

The silver-haired male rubbed the back of his head, trying not to show that he was in mild pain he then looked at the hand, then at the face of the person offering the hand. Akihiko’s eyes widened, face going pale.

Was that…

“…Shinji…?” he managed to choke out, his breath hitching. This had to be a dream. Wasn’t Shinji dead? Why was he here? Akihiko was confused, shocked, and…happy? He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but got back on his feet slowly, eyes still glued onto the brunette. He reached out a hand touching the other male’s shoulder before removing his hand again. He wasn’t a ghost.

“H-how…”

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"Aki?" The brunette stared back at his childhood friend out of utter surprise. He hoped to find someone familiar, but he didn't expect Akihiko of all people to show up before him. Still, a sense of relief overwhelmed the boy. It was nice to see that his best friend was still alive, even if the place in question seemed more like something out of some history book or Shakespearian play. Beggars could not be choosers, after all.     Shinjiro really couldn't blame poor Akihiko for the pale look of disbelief. After all, it must have felt as if he was literally seeing a ghost. Hell: Had it been him in the silver haired adolescent's shoes, he may have reacted similarly. After all, they grew up trying to take care of each other. No one else was there for them, after all.  "I can't...quite explain it myself." He replied after awhile. "One minute, I was surrounded in nothing. And then the next....well, I guess you could figure that out." He tried his hardest to keep up some semblance of a tough guy act, but it was somewhat difficult. After all, he had in fact been dead not too long ago. He was sure of it. He remembered his speech before falling to his death in front of his friends. He even remembered the blood he spat out.  That was real, right? It had to be.  

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WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

"Why the hell do I need to tell you that?""Fuck off." 

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Shinjiro is a hottie.

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Wake up: you're alive, Shinji(Open Dodeka)

The cloud of emptiness began to lift from the boy's mind. There was no reason to sleep anymore: Luck had it that he would be given the ability to breathe again. Or could he even call it luck? Was he even in his own world anymore? It wouldn't surprise him if this state of supposed consciousness was just his mind playing tricks on him. But of course, did he even have a mind left to use when he was in a state of pure nothingness? Probably not. How could a being who did not exist anymore even bother to think? His eyes fluttered open. Slow at first, only to blink several times afterwards. He then sat up from the warm cot he found himself lying upon. A large mirror stood at his wall, to which he looked at curiously. If he was still 'dead', how could he move or see his own reflection? How could he ponder over those he left behind forever on that cold October night?

"When you die, that's it. You never come back as your body decays and the rest of you leaves for a black void." Shinji wasn't stupid enough as to believe that there was some kind of god figure. Of course, that might change entirely once he learns more about the place he was now stuck within. A pity that his words were all too ironic. "So...why am I still alive? Or am I some kind of ghost, like in those lame horror movies?" What a stupid conclusion, Shinjiro. You of all people know better than to think something along those lines. Whatever reason he was still alive, he was up and kicking. But he had to find out what this place was, and where the others were. ...If they were here at all, that is.

He walked outside of the first house of the horns, only to find himself surrounded by ancient buildings. The area seemed abandoned and yet recently occupied. Would he find any of his friends here? If he did, Shinjiro might just have to thank them for taking care of Ken (Akihiko in particular). Despite these warm thoughts, he seemed aloof to those who crossed his path. He did dress a bit like a hobo, after all. What the hell did he expect? Normally, he expected others to leave him be, but Shinjiro wouldn't mind an explanation or two. The only issue was how he might go about and ask complete strangers. With a sigh, he looked down just in time to bump smack into the next person heading in the direction opposite him. Offering a hand, he sighed before saying. "Hey, you alright?" Well, that was considerate. Normally he wasn't at all like this. Was it that he was lost in his thoughts? Yeah, we'll go with that.