Fifth times the charm?
☆ Blinking the sleep from his eyes, It wasn’t clear what awoke Yuuto so suddenly. Maybe a muffled sound out of place, maybe a sense that something wasn’t right, hell maybe it was just something normal and his body just got tired of sleeping for the time being. Whatever it was he was awake now and none too happy about it.
He started to sigh, beginning to roll over to get some more sleep before his ears picked up a noise in the distance. Finally awake and concentrating now, the blood rush in his head and the pounding in his ears subsided, he could hear it all. Distance sounds of fighting, sirens blaring, echoing explosions. This nightmare was still happening.
And then intense pain in his abdomen suddenly made itself known to him. He bolted violently upright, clutching at his stomach and groaning at the pain. As it resided for the time being he took the chance to inspect himself, shakily lifting his shirt to reveal a nasty blotchy scar spread across his belly. He moved a hand over it, fingers grazing raised and rough scar tissue and skin hot to the touch, pain flaring slightly as he did so. How did he not remember this? What the hell happened?
Head and ears throbbing, vision swimming, he moved his shaky attention to the rest of him. He looked himself over, staring at his body in shock. All the injuries from the past few days were gone. The skinned hands and knees, all those cuts and bruises? No sign of any of them. He was as unmarred as he entered Hive City, a few scars here and there from other troubles before hand. But nothing else was present, aside from the one gnarly splotch on his belly.
Just as the pounding in his ears start to subside and his head begins to clear, he remembers everything. Gotou- no his double, the poor dead NPC, the ensuing fight, the other Gotou- the Gotou he knows, his face as he enters the scene, the thief's mocking cruel words, echoing thunder of the shotgun, and finally how blindingly painful actually dying was.
That scar.. that was the gunshot wound right...? But the fact that it had completely healed, and that he was even alive at all astounded him. Had Gotou managed to get him somewhere safe and find a doctor? As certain as he was that he had died he couldn't mistake the blatant proof right in front his eyes.
Gasping for breath Yuuto clutches at his stomach again, swept up in the wave of nausea and memories. Remembering what happened, what happened to him, with all the blood and the parts of his mangled upper body he could see. He couldn't stand it. Leg getting tangled in the bedding, he almost falls out of bed in his haste to get to the bathroom, slamming his hands down on the toilet seat and heaving.
Whatever contents was in his stomach left abruptly, leaving him choking and dry heaving, tears streaking his face and stomach tensed achingly tight. Leaning back he squeezed his eyes shut. Trying to push the vivid horrific images from his mind, he held back a sob, teeth biting down at his lip where, however previously, another bite wound used to be present.
God he wished Deneb were here, Yuuto missed the Imagins guardian-ly comfort horribly, he really needed his presence right now. The Imagin was always good at taking care of him. Yuuto knows he hasn’t been the best contract holder or friend to him, but Deneb was always by his side always ready to help him out, no questions asked. Just undying loyalty and love.
And he never even let Deneb know how much he meant to him. But he hadn’t seen the Imagin since before the war had started. And he hadn’t managed to contact him at all either. But their contract bond still held true and Deneb was ok. It was enough for now. He’ll remember to send a message to him later. He has to.
Taking deep breaths through his nose he sat himself down, trying to calm himself down for what seemed like an age, but in reality was only a few minutes. Managing to pull himself upright again, he grabbed a hand towel, dampening it and scrubbing at his face. At least he was collected enough now to clean his mess up
With shaking legs he made it back to his room, dropping onto the bed and curling up, stomach clenched painfully still and throat and eyes burning. He grabbed at his phone, switching it on and going to his personal contacts. Lump in his throat he finally found the person he wanted.
But was he ok? God he hoped he was ok. Dying halfway trough a fight makes it really hard to see what happens afterwards. As terrified as he was for himself then, he couldn't lie and say he didn’t feel the same fear for him. Rubbing at his puffy damp eyes and fingers shaking he started to text.
TO: ✦sad gachapon man✦
FROM: yuuto
MESSAGE: [xx:xx]
[¼] hey
[2/4] did I jsut die /?//??????
[¾] are yiou okk
[4/4] pleaese b e ok
Dropping his phone back down Yuuto curled in on himself protectively as much as he could without ending up with his stomach aching again, pillow damp under his head. Suddenly awash with exhaustion he let himself fall into a fitful doze.