#yourblueangel

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“Aoi...?”

He calls out, one hand already reaching to begin tugging at his tie as the other hand gently sets down his briefcase.  With one hand free he manages to remove his jacket, handing it off to their robot maid.

“I’m home from work.”

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He’d found an opportunity to leave work at around the time Aoi should have been leaving school, so he decided to give her a call to see if she had already left. “It’s Akira. I was able to leave on time today.”

“If you haven’t already left school, we could take the walk back together?”

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”Were you scared all the time? Or… or did you get used to it?”

@yourblueangel // meme

That’s what he got for admitting from the beginning, that he was one of the victims of the lost incident, it seems. Somehow he couldn’t even say that he was surprised of this question. He was just glad that he was asked that around here and not in the real world because his coping mechanism seemed to work a lot better here than there. Still he couldn’t deny that the pure thought about the question he just been asked made him feel at least a little bit uncomfortable. 

“Do you really think you can get used to something like that?” he replied in the end, voice quiet, while he wasn’t really able to face the other one just now. “Maybe at some point you’ll think you’re used to it and that it couldn’t get any worse but truth is… you never really could. You never really knew what’s coming next after all.”

[hell-howling-blog]

Closed starter for @yourblueangel​.

“I didn’t know what would end up happening to the Earth Ignis, nor did I expect Go Onizuka to sink to such depths.  Now more than ever, you must find the other Ignis before we can.”

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- @yourblueangel

“AAAAAAHH, MAAAN...! I can’t believe I’m running late for practice..!!!” The red-haired boy whined out loud to himself as he dashed along the sidewalks of the side streets along the city roads -- easier to avoid anyone who suddenly wanted a picture or anything like that -- missing his turn in light of his panicking about how his fellow group members must feel about the fact that he was running so late. He did a quick jog backwards to the crossing he missed, and headed towards the correct direction with a stronger sprint from before -- huffing out a breath as he pushed himself towards increasing his speed. 

“Yamato and Iori are probably wondering what they did to get a center like me...! Ugh, I can’t believe this...!” He continued to say to no one around him -- and luckily, so far, no one was on the same path as him, so no one would hear his ramblings out loud that exhausted his breath more than his running was already doing. 

Suddenly, a gasp for air seemed like it wasn’t enough, as he continued to pant as he ran. He clenched his teeth before pursing his lips and deciding to leave his rambles to his mind as he was left to open his mouth back up again as his breaths became more and more audible -- damn it. Talking like that was a mistake. His chest was already beginning to hurt...

... But he couldn’t stop now. He was already so late...! He was so focused on getting there that he ignored the vibration and light chime coming from his back pocket -- 

“Please don’t stress out your body to get here,” said the unread text reply from Yamato. 

His breaths were quickly taking more out of him than they should -- as his chest began to ache as a result of his actions. Crap... Crap. He had to hang on -- please, no attack here... He had only so much more left to go -- he could just... get back home and then use his inhaler. Come on-- please... it was just ahead on this street...! 

-- It seems like crossings weren’t his friend today -- as a girl suddenly found herself in his path with no sign of stopping. He’s only left to gasp as his eyes widened at the sight of her -- and he does his best to stop but it wasn’t enough against his momentum -- and all the girl hears is --

“WATCH OU--!!”

 -- And he’s left grunting, groaning as his chest collides with her shoulder, and against the blow he’s left crouched and doubled over as it forced him to finally come to a stop a few steps after the collision. He placed a hand over his chest, holding it as he’s silently dealing with the ache -- left without a word as he tried to breathe against an ache, inside and out... only to be faced with nearly anything in terms of air flow. 

Crap... that wasn’t good... but he put it aside; turning around slowly with his pained expression as his breaths were labored as his chest rose and fell vividly. One eye of encouraging flame met her’s, as despite the wheezing he was doing... he used what little breath to ask her a question. 

“Are--... Are you alright... m--ma’am...?” 

[linksense]

@yourblueangel - continued from here. 

Whether or not she had tears in her eyes was of no concern to him, as he rested a hand on his desk as he sat by her on his computer chair. As she continued to cry, he gave her the light of day, but didn’t say much beyond occasional comforting words along the lines of “it’s okay” and “he’s not worth the time.” 

Honestly? All of it was damage control. While the Yusaku of the past would have still reacted rather the same way -- kind of hard not to when a model of all things was crying to you about her tiny little unrequited feelings after hardly talking to you since you weren’t at all anything high class -- as it stood right now, in truth, it was only so he could get his way. 

Blue Angel was the most important asset SOL Technologies had, and Yusaku needed her to give him the access codes to their data bank. A boy not liking her was the absolute least of his concerns. If she found that to be bad, then how about having him be killed in a freak accident, as the entire world moved on as if he never existed, including the company responsible? 

Yeah. One guy not liking a supermodel who had many a potential suitor was nothing compared to him losing the girl he had admired for quite come time. He may have not realized his true feelings for her until after she was gone, but... it still hurt. Realizing it didn’t mean he didn’t feel it. The depression afterwards was concerning, even to his partners in his secret hacking efforts. 

... Yusaku was sure he would never get Kusanagi’s words out of his head once he finally came back after two weeks of silence -- 

“You loved her. Didn’t you?”

Yusaku would probably feel the sting of the truth and the sorrow of the regret for years to come, as he ended up finally realizing, that yes. He loved her. He loved her, and now, she was gone. 

“I’m sorry. I suppose crying over a boy not liking you back is a bit of a small-world problem.”

Gee. You think? As much as that was how Yusaku felt with the model’s struggles in comparison to his own, that wouldn’t at all get him what he wanted. He was in it for the long game, aiming for the access codes to every ounce of information within the company she worked for. He had a feeling she wouldn’t give it up that easy... but so far, it had been smooth sailing. Either Blue Angel was sympathetic to his plight... or was incredibly stupid. 

Well, judging by how he decided to risk trusting her with the truth of his plan, after she had figured out his more hidden motives, that he wanted to find the truth of the situation -- what really happened when that TV killed Aoi that day during SOL Technologies’ latest public event, he was truthfully going with the former. So, while his words were him playing her like a puppet, at the very least, he could say that he meant it. His heart had grown black against everything he had faced and realized in the wake of his crush’s death, but he wasn’t cruel. ... Yet, anyway.

“Perhaps. It’s fine. Cry as much as you need.” 

Yet, Blue Angel’s response to his statement wasn’t one he expected. He didn’t expect sympathy, causing his brows to furrow, only for his eyes to widen as she held up a tiny piece of paper, saying they were the access codes. He took it as calmly as he could manage, though his heart that was covered in the flames of his revenge wanted to yank it out of her perfectly manicured hands instantly as soon as she said what they were. Green eyes looked up from the tiny slip of paper, into faded light blue eyes that held... pain within them. A plea of some sort... it... caused him to hesitate. He felt like it was a message meant for him... but what was she meaning to say? 

Whatever it was, it meant nothing compared to finding out what really happened to Aoi Zaizen.

“That’s why you wanted this information, right? To get revenge for your friend…? The one… The one who died?”

Yusaku delicately fiddled with the tiny piece of paper as if dropping it or tearing it slightly would be the end of everything. To some degree, it would be. 

“Yeah.” He said, simply, eyes once again on the paper as he raised up a hand closer to his face. His brows were furrowed in thought. He couldn’t believe that trying to support the supermodel in her ordinary, every day problems and just talking to her actually got him the information he needed. Being open and honest with her, while being unwise, worked wonders as well. Granted, he didn’t have a choice as somehow Blue Angel turned out to be rather perceptive rather than a ditz... so with what she knew, and apparently didn’t report to SOL Technologies personally... could he trust her with the rest of it...? 

... She knew too much now. She had to follow as long as she wanted to. 

Without another word, Yusaku turned to his computer, tapping a shortcut he programmed in with two keys, causing it to boot up. The computer let out a bright sound, notifying him that it had begun it’s reboot process, and the process only took a solid moment before he shifted the mouse over to a program, opened it, and hit the green call button on the profile listed as “Kusanagi.” 

As the call began to ring, a tiny little black-and-purple creature popped up on his screen. 

“Hello, hello, Yusaku~!” The figure beamed without a mouth and golden eyes that shined despite being closed. “Oohh?! Blue Angel?! What are you doing here?!” 

“She’s with us.” 

“HUH?!” 

To the being on his computer screen, Yusaku lifted up the paper he had at his side between two of his fingers with a flick. 

“She gave me the codes.” 

“No wayyy!! You’re kidding!! You and your lack of stealth actually got her to work with us?!” Despite the insult at his information gathering skills, Yusaku didn’t at all respond, and the creature went ahead and jumped over to the side of the screen that was easiest to see from where Blue Angel was standing. He still beamed with closed eyes, and his voice came through crystal clear through the monitor, as if he was already there. 

“Welcome to the Lets Find What SOL Tech Did to Aoi team, Blue Angel! Nice to see ya, and sure happy to be workin’ with a pretty girl like you after dealin’ with a mope like him!!” 

And apparently, that was the last straw, as Yusaku went from waiting for Kusanagi to answer the call as it continued to ring, shot a glance down at his assistant within his computer, and finished things with only two words. 

“Be quiet.”