写真家

I have lost count of the number of times I've met you and lost you. But even now... I still love you.

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；　死ね　；

Mixed shades of green tresses were lifted up gently into the breeze, causing the lanky photographer to lift a hand to brush the stray hairs away from his face cautiously. He wasn't walking anywhere in particular-- rather, he was wandering aimlessly among the crowded streets. This way, if he changed into him-- he wouldn't be able to do anything horrible without being seen and/or caught by the eyes of many people. It was the safest place to be, out among the crowd. Here, he was safe from harm-- and so was she. "..." He let out a deep breath he hadn't quite realized he was holding, and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment as he stopped in the middle of the street. Thinking....

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Yes good.

Obeying Captain makes Captain v happy

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はい、はい～　\（・u ・\）

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I also noticed you changed your theme. It looks marvelous! c:

thank u bootiful

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sirmightymuffin replied to your post: “おひさしぶり！ It’s been a long time. Poking around on this blog on...”:

Okaeri! (^-^)

久しぶりです。

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おひさしぶり！

It's been a long time. Poking around on this blog on Captain's orders.

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ー　お前をころす。。！ー

Again, and again, and again.

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As much as it seem virtually impossible for another him to be standing right before him, he seemed to quickly jolt out of the temporary trance that he seemed to be in, the pain that he initially had been in almost forgotten as he brought his gaze up to the other, his emerald hues viewing the other with what it seemed to be confusion and uncertainty. And vague apprehension.

Wince. He stiffens slightly from the harsh words that came from the other, a soft whimper escaping his lips before he could stop it. Of course, he knew that he was rather pathetic, being controlled by the pain that he felt most of the time— and he was well aware of it. But to have himself, in a sense, tell it to .. that was like rubbing salt into a wound.

A sigh of frustration emerges from his lips and he stands up, dusting himself off and the look in his eyes turning from remorse and the sort, to what it seemed to be vague annoyance.

❧ — “…I’m sure that you’re well aware of the pain as well. Don’t act as if you don’t.”

Having said that, he brings his gaze over to the surroundings around the two of them.. seeing how it was impossible for them to be in the same world, was it that this was simply in his conscience? Or another dream, rather?

Even so, seeing how he was the only reason he hadn’t fallen into complete insanity— how was he fine as of now?

❧ — “That aside, do you have the slightest idea of what’s going on here? I certainly don’t.”

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Aware of the pain? Of course he was-- though he very seldom acknowledged it. Or maybe, it was that he was so startlingly aware of it that he had just accepted it with open arms and was ready to endure whatever more pain was necessary to make it all stop once and for all. It didn't matter-- all the lines for him had been blurred, and the only thing that was important was saving himself.

The green-haired male's thoughts came to a halt as his other self asked an incredibly good question. What was going on? "What makes you think I'd know?" He sneered, looking to the side. But he couldn't complain-- after all, if this turned out to be reality, then he'd be able to kill her without interruption from the sobbing mess that created him. "..This shouldn't be possible." He noted aloud, brow furrowing. His opinion wasn't reliable-- but... this didn't feel fake. It wasn't like a hallucination-- though, those felt really real sometimes, too... "But there's no use worrying about it, though. Being separate is good, isn't it?"

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“Y-Yes sir…”The boy said quickly, he stood up and gave a quick bow to the photographer— his knees practically like jelly as he stood. He was practically shaking in his tracks, petrified to move. 

He remembered this side of the photographer— the side that had wanted to kill the Heroine. The boy gulped, worried that he may do something to endanger his life. Because he was a human now, and even though he couldn’t technically die being in the presence of a man that wasn’t afraid to kill a person still scared the crap out of him. “I— I— uh…” He squeaked, still to petrified to move.

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Some form of recognition settled in the back of Ukyo's mind, causing him to calm down a bit. This person had some form of familiarity... though it may have not been in direct relation to himself. He didn't look familiar, so much as he felt familiar.

"Sorry.." He apologized abruptly, the switch taking mere seconds. "Did I say something awful?" Emerald hues averted their gaze, ashamed of himself for whatever cruel display he had gotten himself involved with now. Even after everything, he was still split in two. The experience of dying time and time again would be with him eternally.

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❧ ———— 『 You've chanced upon splitphotography's world. 』

Pain. It was something that he had gotten so used to, after experiencing it again, and again, and again…

His eyes widen in surprise, the pain driving his mind near off the edge of sanity. A silent, tortured scream resounded in his mind. Again, and again. How many times had he have to leave this world— feeling that sensation of light-headedness? How many times, did he have to die in her place and make himself suffer all  b y   h i m s e l f . . . —

A sharp intake of breath. Then a startled cry.

❧ — “—-No!”

A soft groan escapes his lips and he blinks again, his emerald eyes returning back to their normal colour. He breathed heavily, and every breath he took pained him, reminding him that he was still alive. The impact of the bus hitting him still felt ever so real… and it terrified him how that sensation kept replaying on and on in his mind, like a broken recording device.

Driven to insanity, he was really going to be— not like he already was. He had a split personality, for god’s sake, and could barely control it. To the extent that his own initial wish had been to simply see her smile once more had distorted into something that he was ashamed of as well.

Taking a shaky breath, he averts his gaze to the surroundings around him and places a hand on his forehead, trying to ward off the headache that way. Of course, that wasn’t going to work anytime soon—-

…

…Was the insanity finally getting to him? Why.. why was there another one of him? Was he.. hallucinating?

❧ — “….Enough is enough.”

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He could see himself in pain, driven mad from the absolute horror of being subject to death time and time again without the slightest bit of mercy from the alternate worlds he had chased her into. This was the sobbing mess that had created himself. But seeing himself in pain was... it wasn't right. It was something literal, rather than metaphorical. In front of him was himself, looking like a complete mess. And then talking. Had he... finally lost it? Well of course he had. The moment he came into existence, he was sure that Ukyo had lost it. The more murderous of the two's brow furrowed, pissed off at the sight of himself in pain.

"It's your own fault… So stop looking so pathetic." He sneered at the other as he looked around, not entirely sure where they were or what was going on. Perhaps they were in his subconscious? Or maybe--if he was lucky, they had separated by some godly force and he would be free to kill her with his own bare hands. But if that was the case, would his other half not go mad? His existence saved him from completely losing his mind. He was the coping mechanism for death and suffering.

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splitphotography has spotted you

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The boy stopped dead in his tracks as he stared at the photographer— He remember the events that had happened between the Heroine and the photographer back in August. But that was back when he was still a spirit, he was a human now he could actually die now. All I have to do is scoot past him— nothing to worry about.. He thought to himself. Finally, after who knows how long he’d been staring, he started to walk…his knees wobbly. 

He was nervous…scared, even. And as he neared closer to the older male he got even more nervous. So nervous that he’d ended up tripping over his own feet and tumbling down in front of the photographer. “I— er…gomenasai!”

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Having just dealt with a trio of thugs, Ukyo wasn't quite what should have been his usual self. The face of death that came with their threats and demands for his money sent him into a panic, and his other half tore through in desperation to live.

"Watch where you're going." He sneered, eyes flickering down to look at the boy who he nearly stepped on. It was dangerous to stumble around on the sidewalks like that, someone could get hurt. Accidents... were so common.

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conflictedheroine has crossed the train tracks;

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Heroine gasped in pain and felt tears welling in her eyes already. The feeling that her arms could be broken at any second terrified her, but not as much as what he said.

“W-What?!” She said and tried her hardest to not let the tears slip from her eyes. “P-Please don’t.” She started to beg the man who held her threatening her.

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He released her arms for a brief moment to spin her around to face him, perfectly proportioned fingers wrapping around her throat and crushing her windpipe-- but not enough to do any severe damage. "Why? Why not? After how many times we've died for you...!" He sneered, fingers twitching around her neck. It's her turn. I've sacrificed enough.

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conflictedheroine has crossed the train tracks;

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Heroine walked out the doors of the shop,heading back home after her long day. She sighed, still not knowing exactly where she was and who would talk to her; all she knew was she was going to find out soon, she could feel it. She walked down the street silently. 

She started to think about where she had been before and how nice everyone had been to her, for the most part, and hoped that they would be that nice again.

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After a short while of waiting, the green-haired attacker grin wildly at the sight of her walking past. He wasted no time, quickly moving to get behind her and twist her arms behind her back-- threatening to snap them. He leaned down by her ear, breathing lightly.

"It's dangerous to walk on these streets alone, you know." He couldn't help but overflow with an intense, maniacal laughter as he whispered threateningly into her ear. After all, he would know. Again and again, he had the experience of dying in many different ways. None of which were kind, nor easy passing. Painful deaths. Much like she deserved, instead of him. "You're going to die here!"

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izumi-reina-spring-spirit has crossed the train tracks;

Ukyo looked weary, his body feeling worn down from the last world he had been in. Just how many times was he going to die for her? Though the pain had caused severe mental instability, he was not deterred from his mission. He just had to keep trying-- that was all. Surely, a world where they could be together existed somewhere. '--Oh, sorry.." The green-haired male apologized instinctively, having bumped into someone as he was caught up in his thoughts.

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conflictedheroine has crossed the train tracks;

Ｉ ｗｏｎ'ｔ ｌｅｔ ｈｉｍ ｔａｋｅ ｏｖｅｒ ａｇａｉｎ.

A sick grin of absolute insanity twitched at the corners of the green-haired photographers lips. He would find her. Oh, would he find her-- and when he did... He wouldn't let himself die. The pain was too much, he couldn't cope any longer. If he was going to let himself die again and again, he simply wouldn't allow him to control this body any longer. With his own hands, he'd kill her. This time, she'd die so that they could live. It only made sense-- it was the only way to end his suffering.

The look in his eyes was unlike the gentle one that was there just moments before, his composure having shifted entirely as he walked through the streets which were illuminated by nothing more than a few dim streetlamps. He knew this was the route she would take home after work, so he'd wait. He would wait for her to arrive. This time, she would die.

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“N-no.. I-I told you I-im under a M!A “his touch on her forehead made her blush even more,

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"What kind of M!A?" The greenette pouted, not sure how to help her.

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She blinked in surprise at his close proximity before calming her heart that had practically skipped a beat or two when his fingers reached out and fluttered against her skin.

"Oh...um thank you." The words fell from her lips, a gently expression adorned her face as she tried her best to remain as still as possible.

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Ukyo backed up somewhat, elbows coming to his chest as he held the camera up in front of his face, gazing at her for a moment before going ahead and snapping the first picture. Perfect. "You're free to move and pose as you like. Don't be shy." He insisted encouragingly. The best photos were the most natural ones.

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she squeaked and then looked at him bright red,

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"W-What's wrong? Are you getting sick, your face is really red.." Ukyo pressed the back of his hand to her forehead to see if it was warm, frowning slightly.