#little plot things

[whitewyrmings]

Love it when I have a Eureka moment regarding DB stuff based off a random detective series I saw playing at my place of work yesterday. Need to inform @goodmode and @goodbyenorthernlights ASAP

[apendaye]

||Remembrance||

You knew it was about time this was done. Everyone was walking on eggshells but Bro was a big boy, he could handle this news. You knew he could. The fact that you had swept his apartment clean of any reminders and safely tucked them away in a warehouse had been the last thing you'd do concerning this. David was treading too carefully and you were fed up with the man in question's behaviour. It was time you called Bro's memories to reality and spoke to him about this. He was your best friend, the person who took care of you and who you took care of when you first got out of the game.

You couldn't let it continue like this. So you called him. The southern drawl on the other end telling you he'd answered. "We need to talk. Now. Have David in the room." You'd said, ready more so than ever to get this over with so you could deal with the reaction accordingly. He had expressed confusion about the whole thing, but you just told him to trust you and he stopped questioning it. When he gave the go to word of ready, you immediately popped over to David's to have this talk with Bro. You had the documents in hand, a few things of proof, and more than enough to really give ground to what you had to tell him.

When you got into the room, you didn't hesitate. You put the items on the table, spared a glance to David, and bluntly opened your maw. "You were married, Bro. To a man named Draco. Legally and fully tied to this man. However, your issue of will widowed him by law. So you're not married anymore." The look on his face presented surprise and perhaps a bit of pain from the memories trying to surface. Though he kept drawing a blank and ended up voiding his expression as he normally would. "He shot you, several times. He berated you. He used you in a lot of ways. And he always blamed you for not being there, even though you were. You saved him multiple times and loved him genuinely, and I'm sure to some extent he loved you as well.. But he has been nothing but a tyrant to our family."

You're sure, by now, that David was anxiously panicking about how you've suddenly brought this to light. However, Bro was simply exchanging his shades for his reading glasses to read all the documentation you brought. It covered the marriage, the widowing, his will, and all the medical things relevant to what the dignitary caused. He pursed his lips for a moment before drawing them into a thin line, his head pounding as he looked over each word and stared at each photo. You're thankful Sysai never skipped over anything. ".. I was married t'ah 'ah guy like that?"

The question seemed almost incredulous, but you just nodded. "He had other relations as well.. Not that you didn't know about that, nor did you mind it. But.. He often hurt the people he was with. I can't prove the claim with more than simple word of mouth, but he was.. Very terrible." You watched him carefully for a moment as he glanced to David then back to the papers. His eyes soon settled on his ring finger and furrowing his brows. "...What th'ah fuck? Was I drunk th'ah entire relationship 'r somethin'?"

You breathed out a sigh of relief at his reaction and shrugged. "You loved him, and that blinded you to a lot of problems and abusive behaviour." He frowned deeply. "An' I jus' let 'im control pretty much everythin'..?" You nodded, and then he just took off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes with his forefinger and thumb. "What th'ah fuck. I know better than t'ah trust fuckers with my piece of shit ragged heart. What was I fuckin' thinkin'? Goddamn I'm glad I dodged th'ah rest of th'ah barrage of bullets." Yeah, that was an understatement of the year. More like he had dodged grenades and air strikes galore.

But you kept your mouth shut and simply picked up the things you had brought, holding your hand out. "You're lucky Sys and I document everything. Or you might have just obliviously gone back to him. Ring." He looked confused for a moment before he nodded and took the wedding band out of his sylladex, handing it over to you. "I'm getting rid of physical articles except documentation. So you can go back to your apartment when ever you like now. It's just as it was before he arrived." He nodded once more, offering a weak smile before you politely bowed your head to David.

"Call me if you need me." With that, you took your leave and Bro, unremarkably, just kind of slumped against David's side. "Tell me.. How th'ah fuck was I so stupid? I don' remember th'ah guy.. But holy shit.."

[apendaye]

||Disappearing Thoughts||

Your mind was a mess, covered in a haze with a fine mist of pain, but you were determined to open your eyes this time. Maybe. You had tried a few times before, but it was like reaching for a locked door in a room filled with dark waters. You could neither pull nor push the door open, so you waded in the water and waited to drown, but you never did. Some how or another, you were finding yourself picking the lock to get out of your own cage. Your fingers twitched and you felt your nerves coming to life.

A miserable thing, really, but you had grown used to pain these past few weeks. So you made no noise, simply trying to find out what your jumbled thoughts were doing. You didn't think, didn't move, and didn't blink without their say so. Nothing you did was without reprimand. So you had learned fairly quickly not to do anything that would piss them off. Yet, something was blurring those thoughts. Striking orange hair, only one green eye, and a look of absolute horror and concern.

When had that been? The images flashed through your mind painfully and you unwittingly raised your hand to grasp at your face. Light, pain, being on a familiar floor. Who's floor was it? It hadn't been that person's. You had called him there, right? What did he call you again? The pain throbbed through your skull and you forced your eyes to open partially. Looking through the dark lashes, you saw the casting shadows and nearly lept out of your skin. Yet nothing was familiar anymore.

It wasn't as bright as it had been, almost like it was natural light. Was it natural light? You questioned if it was a reality or not. If you could truly be in a place that wasn't that cold, bleached, room. There were people talking, a nurse ushering Dib and BD out of the room to prevent any problems with you becoming fearful or startled. You took a raspy breath and tried to force yourself to sit up. However, it just wasn't going to work that way. Not when a warm-- why was it warm?-- hand pushed your shoulder so delicately, as if you would break. "Don't move so much. You've been through a lot." Who was talking? Wait, talking. They were speaking, unlike them.

Your eyes snapped wide, piercing blues staring at the face of a stranger. Was it a stranger? Did you know her? Unlikely. "How are you feeling?" You just gawked, your lips quivering as though you were trying to say something, but no words came out. They stopped doing so a while ago. "Do you remember your name sweetie?" You laid back, following the light push she gave as you settled down in silent bewilderment. How had you gotten to this place? Where exactly were you? You wanted to ask, but you just pressed your lips into a thin line. "Dwicky, right?"

A faint bell rung at the back of your mind. That was your name, right? It sounded familiar. Yeah. Dwicky was your last name. So you nodded. "Sean Dwicky. Do you remember your age?" Your head was beginning to throb again, but you pushed that to the side in favour of holding up your hand to take a guess at your age. "Thirty-two. That's right. Do you remember your address?" That one stumped you. You had no idea what your address was, so you shook your head. She frowned for a moment, but ultimately nodded. "What about your occupation? Do you remember what you do work wise?"

Another question you didn't know how to answer. What did you do for a living? You couldn't find the answer. Didn't you do something concerning helping people? Another shake of your head, you couldn't recall. "Alright.. Well, sweetie. You have two people here visiting with you. Do you recall a gentleman by the name of Matth-- Oh, wait a moment. It says here he's referred to as Bird's nest." Bird's nest? Your brows furrowed and you tried to remember who that was. Who would be called by such a name?

Flashes of a circus crossed your mind. You were on the hoop and you.. Fell? Another visage of orange. You made a 'partially' gesture with your hand. To which she smiled at. "What of a Dib Membrane?" Now that was a name that rang a few bells. You raised your hand to your head, the pain only growing worse as you frowned. Why did remembering hurt so badly? You breathed out a slow sigh and nodded. "Good. The call button is to your left, if you need anything, press it. The doctor will be with you in a little while to do an evaluation with you."

With a nod, you watched her leave the room. You had no idea what to really do with yourself. Everything hurt, but you just turned your thoughts off to it. What had happened? What were you going to do? You didn't know. Everything was falling into place, but was also falling apart. It was killing you. When the nurse left the room, she told BD and Dib it was fine to go back in, keeping the evaluation to herself and letting them know to get an aid if anything happened.

[apendaye]

>Send a text to the kid.

[Text]: Dib, I got something important to tell you. [Text]: I know you probably don't wanna hear this, or read it, rather. [Text]: But he's back. [Text]: He's banged up really bad and in surgery right now. [Text]: Turns out he didn't just up and leave. [Text]: I don't know what happened, he didn't say a single word and he looked like he didn't even know me when I got there. [Text]: My best guess is he called the first contact in his phone, and since my name starts with a B. [Text]: He's really fucked up, kid. I don't know if he'll be alright or not. I'm at the hospital in the OR lobby. [Text]: I just figured you oughta know.

[apendaye]

Noiz, we're packing up and heading over by Russia. The whole troupe, I mean. There's a route change in order.

[apendaye]

The minute you had talked to Koko was the minute you were grabbing your keys and heading for the door, only stopping to press a kiss to Usagi's forehead and kiss Noiz. No telling what was going to happen, so you had no intention of leaving either of them without at least that. You learned the hard way that life was fickle, and you had no time for lost goodbyes. The second you got outside, you headed for your bike and kicked it into gear after putting your helmet on. You practically tore out of lot and onto the street, making your way upwards to The City where you had met the too-nice-idiot. What had happened? Where had he gone? Why had he called you of all people and not someone closer? Something was amiss, he could've called Dib. He should have called Dib.

[apendaye]

Noiz, I have to leave, it's urgent. I'll be back in a few days.

[apendaye]

|Comatose pt.1|

You were at your limit, your body weak and frail from the constant abuse it underwent. Everything about you had gone from immaculate in health to near dead. You barely remembered your name let alone anything else from the constant prying into your head. Both literally and figuratively. Housed in your cell, you didn't even bother trying to escape anymore, it all seemed to grow pointless and hopeless. Your wheezing breaths were ragged and slow as you turned your hazy gaze towards the door when it slid open. More tests? More experiments? What would it be this time? The guessing game had grown old, but you couldn't very well do much else than that. They moved towards you and jerked you forward by the arm, the bone making a rather sickening sound.

The pain didn't register anymore, nothing did. You barely even noticed as they made you get up, put clothes on you, and had you walking down the too brightly lit hall. Where were they taking you? Which room would it be? Would it be the one with black walls or the one with blue walls? Green or blue stripes on the utensils? They took you down into a different area, one you didn't recognize through bleary vision. It wasn't until they tossed you onto the cold floor that you really began to panic. That was, until you were suddenly engulfed in warmth. What was happening? The light was blinding, so you shut your eyes. Your battered frame curled up tight before you realized it was silent. Far too silent to be the same place. You opened your eyes warily, searching the darkness.

You could barely move, but the wooden floor beneath you made you realize that you weren't anywhere that would be relative to the ship. Everything hurt, but you felt something in your pocket and slowly grasped for it. A phone? No, not a phone. It was your phone. These were the same pajama pants that you had been wearing that night. You wheezed out a breath and looked into the contacts, dialing the first one that popped up. You didn't know why you were calling this person, what they would do, or anything at all. All you knew was that you were supposed to call someone in a situation like that. Hell, you didn't even remember the name that had popped up, or who it was.

His phone went off and he raised a brow, looking down to see the contact. The shock that scattered across his face was apparent as he scrambled to answer the phone. "SEAN!? DWICKY WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?" He shouted, and you reeled back like a frightened child. However, when you gave no response, he began to panic himself. "Sean, are you home? Are you at your house? Where are you? What's going on?" He said, the voice coming through the line frantic. So you looked around, where were you? You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. When was the last time you had spoken to anyone? They muzzled you every time you tried to communicate, so you learned not to try. BD grabbed his jacket and slung it on, holding the phone back to his ear. "Don't move, I'm coming to get you. Don't worry about a thing, man."

Should you trust him? You didn't know anymore. All you did was let the phone fall from your hand so you could curl up. Your sickly frame creaking and crackling from joint to joint as you did so, you could only really wait now.