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Crossfire

How was he out of milk again? He barely even ate cereal. Soon he would have to leave to watch the battle, but for now, well…he needed to at least make sure that when it was over he could eat. The fighting wasn’t less prevalent in this ward, but he still needed to be careful. Glancing down at the list in his hand, he made his way over to the milk, staring at the cartons. None. None with a decent date.

Shaking his head, he turned toward the door and started out. Two were arguing, shouting back and forth in his head and he tried to tune it out. Sighing, he shook his head and, as he pushed the door open, stumbled back. His attention abruptly switched to the person in front of him and, more importantly, the bullet whizzing past his head.

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Patrolling a familiar neighborhood wasn't quite how Yixing expected everything to go. Usually he was stuck on desk duty, processing paperwork and looking into anything the investigator’s would ask him to take care of. It’s all he had done for the last couple of months, since he lost his eye and everything changed. But they had gotten a tip, and everyone had able had been called to the front lines; apparently they thought he was able again. And so here he was looking for ghouls and anything suspicious, when two men arguing nearby caught his attention.

It was in that moment, that his concentration was shattered. They were arguing one minute about fruit before switching entirely to a different subject. They were loud and throwing words here and there, so much that Yixing failed to notice the gunshot as it went off. The bullet barely missed him as it sailed past him only to embed itself into a nearby wall. Instantly his instincts kicked in and he was ducking down behind a display stand, as he tried to get a bearing over his surroundings. Yixing wasn’t sure where the shot had come from and that was his most fatal mistake.

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Of hearts and ghosts | zyx & dks

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There’s a ladle in hot water as it awaits noodles and ingredients filling tin boxes as customers chatter over the sound of their meal cooking. A tiny strip of single seats before the immediate kitchen area and Kyungsoo begins to miss the stand up booths in Japan to ward off loneliness. Not everyone can afford eating with company due to time constraints or other conflicting issues. Perhaps this is what they call compassion, he muses, lips quirking at the thought.

Humans, as he finds, are predictable. Some favor routine more than others. It is Friday and without fail Yixing shows up and Kyungsoo greets him back with an “welcome back.” And just like any Friday, he predicts the order and begins the preparation.

The ageing owner once pointed this particular customer out after chastizing the visibly uncomfortable waiters. None of it is his fault, the man explained as he wiped down his hands on his apron, God can be cruel when teaching us a lesson. Kyungsoo gave him a once over and adopted the chef’s habit in procuring an extra slice of meat (or two) into the ramen before serving the customer.

Naturally, it becomes habit. Where lips are painted with a ghost of a smile and a quiet tune plays in the back of his head, not ready to emerge into the world in the form of soft hums. Silent nestles during these moments because small talk is not his forte and he’d rather engage in a conversation than juggle two tasks at once. Muscle memory guides the rest once noodles are submerged in soup after watching sensei doing the same thing for countless of times where authentic is no longer a market label.

Kyungsoo sets the bowl of ramen before the other, hard-boiled egg balanced in the ladle, poised over the contents before he asks: “tell me about your day.” The egg rolls off and lands squarely on the five slices of meat. Lift the head, eyes connect, and the ladle returns to water again.

This is where the exchange begins; this is where we tell our tales.

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This ramen shop was a place filled to the brim with memories for Yixing. It was the first place he ever had dinner with his partner. And it would become famous among their coworkers as their weekly routine. They used to joke that they could always tell what day it was, watching both of them trudge their way out of the department building and down the street in the direction of the shop. And although they knew about its existence, the secret of its location was shared only between the two of them. It was a place where they were just normal people coming to unwind as the weekend started. It gave Yixing a piece of mind and it was the one place they were forbidden to talk about work or the existence of ghouls.

After the death of his partner and his injury, Yixing thought he would avoid this place like the plague but instead he found himself keeping the same routine. His therapist suggested that it was important for him, important in his recovery. So once released from the hospital and cleared for work, Yixing fell easily into his usual routine, tromping through back alleyways mindlessly. The staff, perhaps warned by the chef, went out of their way to treat Yixing like normal; sometimes a bit too cheery. And Yixing dutifully ignored the silence as he ate. A few weeks had passed by in the same manner before a new face was introduced during his dinnertime slurping of noodles and broth. Another chef brought into help alleviate the workload of the aging old chef who had own and ran the same shop for the last 40 years.

Used to talking while eating, Yixing initially struggled with the change. Instead busying himself with eating and occasionally watching the other move through the kitchen as he worked. But one day, it changed. Instead of their usual silence, the new chef broke it by just asking a simple request. “Tell me about your day.” The words that he had pent up, just seemed to come cascading out so easily that Yixing was startled at first. But he quickly got over it and before he knew it, every Friday the young chef was asking him about his day.

Settling into his chair, a soft smile settled over his lips before Yixing began to speak. “Same as always. I woke up late this morning after falling asleep before remembering to set my alarm. I almost forgot my tie but managed to make it to work on time despite the rain.” Breaking apart his chopsticks, Yixing leans forward to admire the contents of his bowl; his stomach already beginning to make sounds of hunger in anticipation. Slurping up a large mouthful of noodles, he chewed thoughtfully as he considered the rest of his day. He generally omitted certain parts and fabricated other parts of the daily tales he told the chef. No one wanted to hear about his mistreatment at work or that his superiors looked over it with a blind eye. No one wanted to hear about how he researched and processed paperwork based on the deaths of ghouls that were committed daily. And so he talked instead about the jokes he heard in the office, even if they weren’t said directly to him and the good news that was passed around about families.

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Right Now | zyx and jdw

Since the death of his partner, Yixing had been lost in a torrent of turmoil and guilt. His injury was a reminder of his negligence every time he looked at himself in the mirror. Although the stark black of the eyepatch over his skin sent a shiver down his spine, the sight of his white retina where his dark eye used to be was even worse. It was part of the reason why he chose to grow his hair longer in the front, tilted toward the right side, and part in why he began to wear an eyepatch everywhere unless sleeping. The injury was a reminder, a monument to his own sins that he carried around with him everywhere he went.

It caused disdain or pity to cross over the faces of his coworkers. Both were looks that he couldn’t bear himself to face or comment on. Instead Yixing took to the habit of keeping his head down when moving to and from his desk. It was easier that way, on him and everyone else. But that didn’t mean that the whispers about him died down when he was around. In fact, they seemed to do nothing but increase. Most of the gossipers quieted down when he approached, but there were a few who wanted Yixing to hear the rumors about him. They wanted to see him visibility shudder under the imaginary weight of the guilt on his shoulders. It was these investigators and researchers that blamed him for the death of his partner. They believed that his story of passing out was merely a fanciful tale and that if he had done his job rather than hesitating like a wimp, his partner would still be alive.

Today it seemed as though they weren’t holding back with their thoughts. All along the trip from his desk to the lunchroom, the whispers seemed to follow Yixing. They only got louder when he sat down at the table and had taken a bite of his sandwich. His shoulders tensed instantly when he heard them start. “He is nothing but a disgrace, letting such a respectable man die like that.” Another bite of his sandwich and Yixing was chewing harder than needed before gulping it down along with his building guilt. “They say he passed out, I say he helped the ghoul kill him.” He clenched his good eye shut tightly as he gripped his sandwich harder. “The least he could have done was die instead. That would have been the honorable thing. Now we have to look at him day in and day out.” And with that Yixing let his sandwich drop to the table as he turned around in his seat, eyes roaming over the room to find the culprit.

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Of hearts and ghosts | zyx & dks

Leaning back into his computer chair and raising his arms above his head, Yixing let out a sigh of relief when he heard a few joints pop, releasing all of his pent up tension. The office around him was barren of another soul, save for himself and one quick glance over his shoulder told him that the sun had long sense faded over the horizon. Pushing the chair back, he stood loosening his tie as he straightened his back. Another day spent chained to this desk, another day being spent ignored by the majority of his coworkers. Yixing couldn’t help but to chuckle under his breath at his sad existence that he did nothing to change.

Checking to make sure his eyepatch was firmly in place, he grabbed his bag before tossing it over his shoulder and quickly exiting the CCG headquarters. He kept his head down as he passed by strangers on the street, it was easier to hide his disability rather than to explain it to every curious bystander. It was surprising how often they had asked how long ago did his injury occur and how did it happen. It was odd how comfortable others were comfortable with asking questions, they had no right asking. And so he had grown his hair longer in the front, wore it over his right eye and paired it with an eye patch of a similar color. So rather than asking inappropriate questions, most now tended to avoid him or nod at him in hello before going on their own way. It made traveling through the city easier.

Like any ordinary Friday, he had started his journey from the Headquarters toward his mostly sterile and barren apartment. But it wasn’t long before his stomach began to growl in a hungry manner. Weighing his options, he always ended up changing his mind and his route; heading straight to the Ramen shop he had visited with his partner since the beginning of his employment as an investigator. It was kind of off the beaten path, but the food was good and it was never too crowded. And tonight like any Friday, he turned in mid-step and followed backroads and turned at corners until he was slipping through the front door of the infamous shop. Waving at workers, Yixing collapsed in his usual seat at the counter. Removing his jacket and his loosened tag, he stuffed them in his bag before locking eyes with the same cook he faced every week. Yixing lifted a hand in greeting, a soft smile accompanying it with a hint of his signature dimple.

#p: of hearts and ghosts #ghoulxkyungsoo #[please love me]