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Above the familiar rooftops of Morioh, the sole sound that could be discerned on that calm evening was the hum of power lines. That, and the clicking of knuckles as they had been cracked one by one.
Okuyasu had no idea where he wanted to go. He doesn't even remember how he got here in the first place. His legs writhed as they sometimes do, meaninglessly, like unfathomable ideas with no purpose.
Between his lips rested a cigarette, but the tip stayed unscathed by fire since he had not carried a lighter. And that was fine with him. No matter how long he meandered, he eventually would make it to Josuke's place sooner or later; the timing was as insignificant as the fact that Okuyasu failed to make an announcement of his arrival. There was no need for any such declarations, in his opinion, given the stage of their close friendship.
For now, the former delinquent only had one vague destination; out. Out of his own head. Out of his room, out of the confines, out of the voice in the back of his head that was getting too loud again, even after all those years. The one that sounded like Keicho. The one that never stopped its judgment and relentless attempts at decision-making.
"You're talking to me again…" he mumbled. "Even though you're long gone. You know that I'll answer ya, eh?"
Okuyasu's words were not loud, but also not silent enough for them to remain in his head. The wind carried his voice through the alleys he walked past, as if he hoped it would get lost somewhere in the beyond. Where all the things that never came back ended up.
"Because you're a coward."
The voice responded instantaneously. Keicho. Authoritative, insensitive and stern, as always. Okuyasu didn't even flinch anymore, the only expression on his face was a faint, sour grin.
"No. Not a coward. Just… tired. Really tired."
"You think the world cares? Anybody? That you're sad? That you don't know what to do with yourself? No one does. You're worth nothing when I'm not around."
"Yeah, maybe… Maybe I'm really screwed up without ya."
He let the words hang there.
"But ya know, I... I pretended to be strong because yer wanted me to. Pretended to be dangerous. Predictable and … Simple."
"I'm not simple. I'm a fucking mess, Keicho."
"Then get your shit together."
"You're … dead. I know that. I saw you. I … was there."
"And you didn't do anything."
The violet eyes of the boy narrowed as if he wanted to push the thought away, but it never worked, it never had.
"I was fifteen, for fuck's sake! What was I supposed to do? Do some Heebie Jeebie magic shit on ya? Hold ya back with a Stand that can't do anything 'cept erase stuff?"
"You could have stopped me."
"I was all you had. What exactly are you without me? You're nothing, my little, stupid brother."
As he walked around the next corner, rubbing his eyes and temples in exasperation, Okuyasu inhaled deeply. Josuke's home was within reach, just a few steps away. He felt the need to engage with someone dependable who did not make him feel as though he had just fled the closest damn mental hospital. Knowing that Josuke's mother would take it poorly at this late hour, Okuyasu decided against knocking on the door. So he opted to walk around the house until he finally reached his best friend's bedroom window.
His back pushed against the wall, not looking inside, as Okuyasu knocked three times, each time a little louder than its predecessor.
"Wakey, wakey, open yer eyes, bro! 'Doubt yer even asleep yet, you faker!" He barked at the window, his voice, as expected, a raspy, loud-mouthed baritone that permanently drew attention. "I even got those weird-ass snacks only you like. C'mon, move your ass!"
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