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Squalid memories as they were, crawling up and around the spine of the Arclight. Spinning around his mind with distaste and agony as they invaded such fragile mind. Sanity and the seemingly closer insanity fighting over whom shall win victory over the thin ice that was Chris’ mind. It was if that one drop of anything that was bad would turn the lake red with wine and blood, to which was such a statement true. With that it had always made him stronger when the other side— the sanity— had won; yet sometimes when it seemed that the darkness of his mind was close Chris had found that walks made such things lighten upon his shoulders and mind.
With that he walked. A park within where the blossoms that yearned Spring forth fell petals of pink and other flowers that were near-by. The trees bright and dark green with leaves and yellow-ish seeds falling down toward the ground. The scene set, Chris found himself within a certain type of harmony that one could find of an odd one. With one hand he had a crumbling soul within him, filling to brim of darkness, and with the other held a calm composed person whom found solace within such settings. Blue eyes looked upward upon the sidewalk to find such a familiar face that such churning darkness fell swift away (however not all).
Kaito. Such a person he had once knew as so close and kept so dear, yet left with the wind and rain leaving behind a crumbled heart on the ground. Chris was truculent at that time, having much hate and a filled virulent soul. Now was different. The meeting of the two he might find as awkward and may end with such a bad taste within his mouth, however it was Kaito nothing less, a lost friend. Such a somber meeting it might turn out to be, yet still, it was a meeting within good terms that they met each other. Chris’ mouth opened, his mind vociferous and turbulent with words to say. Many words rushed inward to his mind, yet nothing said, and thus mouth laid slightly open, tongue iching to make words.
“Kaito…”
It's strange how Kaito finds himself out in the city - not prowling or hunting - just sitting and enjoying what he'd never seen in full before. The park was somewhere calm for him. The fountain, the trees, and the state of calm on the path reminds him of a tucked away home by the lake. A time where his only worry in the world had been what to cook Haruto for dinner. Those thoughts are sucked back into the dark void in his chest when he hears a voice he'd long thought gone to him. Yet the slight rasp and the way the 'K' punctuates the air reminds him of a longing he'd once hand. The want to close the gap between them after a duel and kiss the man he'd once embarrassingly crushed on.
Chris had loved their family once. Even if not that way, they'd been something once. Friends. Mentor and student. Brothers.
"Christopher," he replies in a low voice, leaning back on the bench and casting a glance over at Chris, lifting his eyes up from his iced coffee and doing his best to offer a smile. It falls short, however. The tension is palpable. He looks good - Chris, that is. Kaito's certain his own decaying health is visible, written over the worn skin of his face and the hospital bracelet still around his wrist. He'd only left a few hours ago.
"It's good to see you."
