this ainât no game of clue || subaru & donnie
With a startled, choking gasp as the air rushed in to fill lungs that had grown cold and stiff, Subaru woke up. Darkness surrounded him, and the pavement his body was lying on was hard and cold beneath him. No, it was more than that, it was also slick, wet with something. He knew, of course, that his awakening was anything but natural. Sickened though he was by his own ability to recognize it so quickly, this was the work of Return By Death. The preternatural chill in his bones and the stiffness of his muscles by themselves were a giveaway. Unfortunately, as always, it came along with a haze that clouded his mind, making his memories a disjointed, scrambled mess. The one thing that stood out clear was the sensation of cold steel pressing into his flesh, ripping open a hole in his stomach.
He could still feel it, distinct enough to send pain signals shooting into his brain, chills of terror crawling up his spine.
With this shocked scream, Subaru all at once commanded his stiffened muscles to move as he scrambled to his feet. His hands grasped at his stomach, almost expecting to feel the gaping wound that had done him in there if not the blade itself. But instead, all his fingers touched was the torn fabric of his clothing and the smooth, unmarred skin covering his stomach.
âWell, of course itâs not going to be torn open anymore.â With a sigh that betrayed the relief he nevertheless felt, Subaru scolded himself with these words. âIdiot. You just came back.â And, as always, that meant his body had been restored.
It was then, as he stepped out onto the sidewalk of the adjoining street, that he saw the figure of a hooded man. Or at least, thatâs how he appeared, although something about his silhouette struck Subaru as odd. Regardless, there was someone standing there, facing him. Through the darkness shrouding the city as well as the hood covering his face, Subaru could not read his expression. But that he was standing here, garbed in such attire so as to mask his identity, where Subaru had just Returned By DeathâŠ
All at once, fear gripped his heart, and he took a faltering step backward as he dug around his pockets for his phone. âH-hey! Iâm not kidding, Iâll really call the police, you know!â
In truth, he did not remember the face of his killer. He had been ambushed and stabbed from behind, so even if his memories hadnât been lost in a fog, it wouldnât have done him any good.
At the sound of the scream, he immediately jerked back with wide eyes. The mechanical arms quickly retreated into the Battle Shell as he rapidly took in the situation. Though he couldnât believe it, the male had scrambled to his feet as if nothing had happened. Heâd been so sure moments before that heâd been looking at a dead body. Though given the nature of the city he called home, he supposed it wouldnât be outside the realm of possibility for this guy to have a strange ability like that but..
His suspicions seemed to be at least partly confirmed by the words the other was saying, though he didnât seem to realize Donnie was standing there still. Honestly, he could sort of understand just how the guy had ended up laying in an alley with a pretty severe wound. He was kind of unobservant, wasnât he? Still, the fact that heâd distinctly said heâd âcome backâ had piqued the turtle-teenâs interest.
Then, heâd been noticed, and his expression soured. Of course, it was normal. He did look suspicious, he supposed, but being mistaken for the killer? âOh sure, call the police on the one that found your body,â he remarked dryly. âThatâs some thanks I get for trying to make sure youâre alright. But clearly, if you can get to your feet that quickly, youâre perfectly fine.â Thatâs what he got for checking on an unconscious body in an alley, he supposed. Well, despite that, heâd probably still do it. Despite his aloof bad boy image and pretense of not caring...he actually did care a lot, not that heâd admit that to anyone.
Probably fitting heâd been the one to get the soft shell.
âBesides, even though this cityâs weird, I donât think the police would believe you even if you did call them,â he added, âunless youâre calling Scepter 4, that is.â They were, of course, familiar with the...affliction of the Hamato family. Though they werenât ranked as much of a concern, since their abilities only affected their appearance. He brushed his hood back, looking thoroughly unimpressed with the male before him. âI mean, walking, talking turtles arenât exactly common here.â
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