[ ... identity gets a bit weird in digimon! maybe not quite kh level, but yamato's thinking of some stuff. still, even just from that, yamato privately thinks it sounds like they were real people. ]
[Truly hate they converge on the same venn diagram.]
Nothing. Not really. [humble] The Organization tried to get Roxas, but it didn't work. Roxas and Sora joined again, and Sora woke up with Donald and Goofy. I... helped them here and there without them knowing who I was.
I didn't want them to find me because of how I looked... and what I had done to look that way.
The Organization wanted Sora so they could get... I don't know--power? existence?--from their Kingdom Hearts. They tried to use Kairi as leverage. But... everything worked out in the end. [A snort.] Of course it does. Sora always... just seems to know how to make it work.
Yeah, I know a guy like that, too. [ a little wry. a lot of what riku is sharing is kind of concerning, and kind of ... well. same hat, different shapes. ]
I tried to open a path for us, but... I couldn't. The King told me... I didn't belong in the darkness anymore. Instead, Naminé helped us. Everyone ran into the portal, but Sora and I didn't make it in time. There was still work for us to do, I guess.
We had to finish things. With Xemnas, the leader of Organization Thirteen. Even though we won... we still didn't have a way out. We walked until we came to the end. The shores of darkness.
And... I guess we accepted it. As long as it was the two of us together, we'd do it. We'd stay there and be the darkness. And then I was here. Without Sora.
[Hey, why the fuck did you make me type out a badly summarized KH plot HELLO]
Edited (imagine them talking until the dark shores) 2021-07-08 02:14 (UTC)
[ i didn't make you do shit riku just decided to spill his entire life story to yamato while yamato tested and removed a bunch of nail polish colors on him. he has decided he doesn't like any of the red ones and is doing some black now.
but.
"as long as it was the two of us together", huh? that's... there's something like a mix of fondness and empathic understanding, there, from yamato, because he thinks he'd have lost his mind if taichi wasn't here with him. ]
... Do you think it's true? The thing about time not passing back home.
[STOP he hasn't talked to the people he loves in, like, a year or more.]
I don't know. [It sounds genuine. The feelings radiating off him are a ball of earnest uncertainty. There's barely any optimism there. He's trying! He's just really fucking sad.] No matter what worlds we ever went to, time was always the same for us.
I hope it isn't. I don't want to think about Sora being there alone and knowing I'm gone.
[ yamato looks at riku's face at that. even if he didn't look concerned, it'd be easy to feel it coming off of him ]
Time in the Digital World was different from ours at first. One day there was a minute in ours. [ he's not looking at what he's doing and spills a bit of polish. enjoy that vague frustration as he looks back down to wipe it, but it's completely eclipsed by how he sincerely seems to believe what he says next: ] I think if time was passing back home, the others would've found a way to reach us. ...Sora would've found you, too. It's like you said-- he always finds a way to make it happen, right?
[For a second, he doesn't move because he doesn't want to be the cause of more spilling, but he finally reaches out with his other hand to help Yamato.
Mostly by pushing Yamato's hand away so he can do it instead. In a "don't worry about it" way.]
You're right. He does, but... he's not the brightest sometimes. [(affectionate)] I wouldn't doubt it'd take him a year or two to be able to get here. He'd probably get lost.
[(a lot affectionate) But more seriously:]
You're right. Our friends would have found us by now if time was still moving there.
[ there is maybe a flash of something bitterly defensive when riku does that, but it doesn't last long before he seems amused at the (affectionate) bits instead. ]
It'd take him a year or two, but he'd still get there right on time anyway, right? [ like some other idiot he knows. and since riku seems reassured, he won't harp on the friend thing!!! ]
[Fond... But also a little TCH about the idea of it. Taichi and Taichi 2.0 types really out here getting on his nerves somehow managing to just do stuff every time.]
We'll get back, Yamato. [...] I can promise you that. Because I won't stop until we do.
[ he is!!!! damn!!! he's just pouty about it!!!! ]
Yeah. I won't either. [ but there's fondness at riku trying to reassure him. and the feeling of friendship. "friendship isn't a feeling" it is now. ] So long as there's something we can do, we'll keep going.
[ and he means that, and he's sincere, but there's definitely a little exhaustion and uhhhh big sads behind those feelings. it's fine! it's fine. ]
Right. [ ... that's too much on the same hat train, though, so: ] I've settled. I'm doing blue and black on you, and you're not allowed to complain about it.
[ he's just going to do black on himself because that's simpler ]
[Oh, right the nails. He glances back down with his eyes. The nail beds look so fucking disastrous right now, but it's fine. The black will cover it all.....just like his soul.
He huffs a laugh.]
After all that, and you're not even going to use a red. Figures. I think you just did this to paint my nails.
Maybe a little. [ teasing, ignoring that he's not even good at painting nails and it's not a hobby for him at all, and there's something a little hesitant when he picks up the brush for the black this time ] It's easier if I'm focusing on something else. This week.
[ the dirty truth is this; yamato has a lot of feelings and he is not great at concealing them in general, so it's either talking at a distance or talking while doing something else lest he expose himself. ha ha. so he'll pick up painting the nails again and ignore the incoming storm of His Own Emotions, as usual, ]
Did anyone tell you, last weekend? They narrowed down one of the killers we didn't catch to four names.
[He doesn't sound mad, not at Yamato, more... like he knows Yamato is telling him now.
But in the pit of him, some frustrated anger licks out like flames. Yeah, no one tells them anything. Or maybe, he thinks, no one tells him. Do they tell Iris? Annie? Hugo?
Then he feels ashamed thinking that way!!! His face is pinched, but he keeps his hand steady.]
[ this is why he updates riku!!!! because no one does!!! GOD
which is to say there's a bit of exasperation leaking even as he focuses on making riku's nails Less messy this go around. l... less ]
... Lux, Caleb, Taichi and me. [ oops! all fall. he really is trying to keep it under wraps, but there's some kind of [kingdom hearts voice] darkness in his feelings right now. ] To tell you the truth, I think it was Luxanna.
[ he says "i think", but there's no doubt in his mind or feelings. just. sadness? heartbreak? guilt? a lot of things! ]
I don't know what he talks about, with people. [ a little grumpily, but it's fond. secret emotionshare week is terrible. but he's back to painting ] In the Digital World, we were given these crests. They represent traits we embody, and we could draw power from those to help our Digimon grow further.
[ wow what a fascinating blue nail. does it need that much attention? probably not ]
Courage, love, knowledge, purity, sincerity, light, hope. [ gestures at himself, finally; ] Friendship. [ he changes nails, something nostalgic and wry wisping off him: ] As a kid, I didn't know what to make of it. I wanted to be someone strong, independent and reliable, so getting something like that... Well, I went with it for a long while, but I couldn't understand why someone like me would get that.
[For a few seconds, he's sort of surprised, mostly by the explanation of Yamato's world of things. Now he knows how Yamato must have felt listening to his--not that Yamato's is as complicated, just hearing the differences.
But then his expression softens some. He's thinking about Sora and the keyblade. He's thinking about his talk with Taichi under the tree, too.]
No wonder you talk my head off about friendship. [Fond teasing.] ...Keep going.
[ he's moving on to another nail, but there's something a bit sheepish when he speaks; ]
... I cut myself off from other people back then. I thought I could be fine on my own, but the truth is, I was lonely. So when I got that... I tried to work with it until I couldn't, because I thought I wasn't good enough for it. [ embarrassing. he shakes his head ] It's not like I had a great big epiphany where it made sense or anything. It's just something that resonates within us. I've had it pointed out I do a lot of things for friends.
[ basically he's a big sap who loves people and doesn't want to outright say that. and then he turns silent again for a little bit; ]
... I don't know what to do with something like this. With Lux. Of course it's better if she's stopped, if she's hurting people. For her sake and everyone else's. But the only way to do that for sure is...
[ he puts the brush back in the bottle and kind of covers his working eye with his freed hand and oh boy he was serious about doing things helping with his feelings because that is one big cloud of them choking out right now. he's sad and worried and anxious and furious! oops. ]
I can't stand it. This place. The secrets and the lies and the-- I don't know what the fuck I'm doing!
[ sorry about the yellow nail polish bottle he just threw at your wall riku ]
[gmail does not want to give me yamato notifs im losing it gmail is homophobic
The thrown bottle doesn't matter. Mostly because the feelings that started to bubble up in Yamato, out of Yamato, are familiar. He's choked on those same feelings before.
It feels like someone has somehow managed to cut him directly out of the same kind of cloth. He gets it. Other people think they aren't really emotional because they try to be logical, sensible, but that isn't true. They feel it, too. He is just as passionate as Sora, and he knows Yamato is just as passionate as Taichi. They just keep it (mostly) in because letting it out makes them feel wild and out of control.
He's careful of the nails as much as he can be, but he reaches out to curl his hand over Yamato's forearm and bring it down a bit. His other arm raises, hesitates, and then he thinks to hell with it, and pulls the arm to get Yamato to come to him. He wraps a his other arm around Yamato's shoulders. Hug!!]
I'm here. Which means you're not alone. I use to think Sora didn't know what he was talking about. He would say, "Follow your heart." And what if my heart was wrong? What if the darkness in it made it weak, or made me make a mistake.
But he's right. Your heart won't lead you wrong if you let it guide you. Whatever your heart says you should do, do that. We can figure things out along the way.
[ gmail be like stop being sad yamato you fucking loser no one cares
anyway, the good news is there's immediate remorse at breaking shit, which means he doesn't fight when riku lowers his arm or pulls him closer. his singular eye is tearing up a little, and it's hard to tell which part of what he did is responsible for the self-loathing bubbling up in his feelings. maybe all of it! maybe all of it.
the hug does seem to calm it a bit though? he relaxes a fraction and just stares down at his hands, blinking to keep the tears at bay. ]
... And if it's guiding me nowhere?
[ because that feels a bit where he's going these days. ]
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So what did you do?
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Nothing. Not really. [humble] The Organization tried to get Roxas, but it didn't work. Roxas and Sora joined again, and Sora woke up with Donald and Goofy. I... helped them here and there without them knowing who I was.
I didn't want them to find me because of how I looked... and what I had done to look that way.
The Organization wanted Sora so they could get... I don't know--power? existence?--from their Kingdom Hearts. They tried to use Kairi as leverage. But... everything worked out in the end. [A snort.] Of course it does. Sora always... just seems to know how to make it work.
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So how did you guys end up stuck in the darkness?
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I tried to open a path for us, but... I couldn't. The King told me... I didn't belong in the darkness anymore. Instead, Naminé helped us. Everyone ran into the portal, but Sora and I didn't make it in time. There was still work for us to do, I guess.
We had to finish things. With Xemnas, the leader of Organization Thirteen. Even though we won... we still didn't have a way out. We walked until we came to the end. The shores of darkness.
And... I guess we accepted it. As long as it was the two of us together, we'd do it. We'd stay there and be the darkness. And then I was here. Without Sora.
[Hey, why the fuck did you make me type out a badly summarized KH plot HELLO]
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but.
"as long as it was the two of us together", huh? that's... there's something like a mix of fondness and empathic understanding, there, from yamato, because he thinks he'd have lost his mind if taichi wasn't here with him. ]
... Do you think it's true? The thing about time not passing back home.
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I don't know. [It sounds genuine. The feelings radiating off him are a ball of earnest uncertainty. There's barely any optimism there. He's trying! He's just really fucking sad.] No matter what worlds we ever went to, time was always the same for us.
I hope it isn't. I don't want to think about Sora being there alone and knowing I'm gone.
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Time in the Digital World was different from ours at first. One day there was a minute in ours. [ he's not looking at what he's doing and spills a bit of polish. enjoy that vague frustration as he looks back down to wipe it, but it's completely eclipsed by how he sincerely seems to believe what he says next: ] I think if time was passing back home, the others would've found a way to reach us. ...Sora would've found you, too. It's like you said-- he always finds a way to make it happen, right?
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Mostly by pushing Yamato's hand away so he can do it instead. In a "don't worry about it" way.]
You're right. He does, but... he's not the brightest sometimes. [(affectionate)] I wouldn't doubt it'd take him a year or two to be able to get here. He'd probably get lost.
[(a lot affectionate) But more seriously:]
You're right. Our friends would have found us by now if time was still moving there.
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It'd take him a year or two, but he'd still get there right on time anyway, right? [ like some other idiot he knows. and since riku seems reassured, he won't harp on the friend thing!!! ]
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...Yeah. As much as it ticks me off.
[Fond... But also a little TCH about the idea of it. Taichi and Taichi 2.0 types really out here getting on his nerves somehow managing to just do stuff every time.]
We'll get back, Yamato. [...] I can promise you that. Because I won't stop until we do.
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Yeah. I won't either. [ but there's fondness at riku trying to reassure him. and the feeling of friendship. "friendship isn't a feeling" it is now. ] So long as there's something we can do, we'll keep going.
[ and he means that, and he's sincere, but there's definitely a little exhaustion and uhhhh big sads behind those feelings. it's fine! it's fine. ]
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Even if there isn't, we'll make something we can do. If I thought any less than "we will," Sora would kill me. So we're going to.
[Even though he and Yamato are SAME HAT! on the exhaustion and big sads train.]
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[ he's just going to do black on himself because that's simpler ]
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He huffs a laugh.]
After all that, and you're not even going to use a red. Figures. I think you just did this to paint my nails.
[But he's not saying no, or pulling away so.]
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[ the dirty truth is this; yamato has a lot of feelings and he is not great at concealing them in general, so it's either talking at a distance or talking while doing something else lest he expose himself. ha ha. so he'll pick up painting the nails again and ignore the incoming storm of His Own Emotions, as usual, ]
Did anyone tell you, last weekend? They narrowed down one of the killers we didn't catch to four names.
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No.
[He doesn't sound mad, not at Yamato, more... like he knows Yamato is telling him now.
But in the pit of him, some frustrated anger licks out like flames. Yeah, no one tells them anything. Or maybe, he thinks, no one tells him. Do they tell Iris? Annie? Hugo?
Then he feels ashamed thinking that way!!! His face is pinched, but he keeps his hand steady.]
Who?
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which is to say there's a bit of exasperation leaking even as he focuses on making riku's nails Less messy this go around. l... less ]
... Lux, Caleb, Taichi and me. [ oops! all fall. he really is trying to keep it under wraps, but there's some kind of [kingdom hearts voice] darkness in his feelings right now. ] To tell you the truth, I think it was Luxanna.
[ he says "i think", but there's no doubt in his mind or feelings. just. sadness? heartbreak? guilt? a lot of things! ]
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But there isn't any wash of doubt either. Just a niggling discomfort.]
What are you going to do?
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Did Taichi ever tell you what our emails here are referencing? [ change. the subject? ]
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You put a lot of faith into Taichi telling me anything.
[Stop, don't change the subject.]
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I don't know what he talks about, with people. [ a little grumpily, but it's fond. secret emotionshare week is terrible. but he's back to painting ] In the Digital World, we were given these crests. They represent traits we embody, and we could draw power from those to help our Digimon grow further.
[ wow what a fascinating blue nail. does it need that much attention? probably not ]
Courage, love, knowledge, purity, sincerity, light, hope. [ gestures at himself, finally; ] Friendship. [ he changes nails, something nostalgic and wry wisping off him: ] As a kid, I didn't know what to make of it. I wanted to be someone strong, independent and reliable, so getting something like that... Well, I went with it for a long while, but I couldn't understand why someone like me would get that.
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But then his expression softens some. He's thinking about Sora and the keyblade. He's thinking about his talk with Taichi under the tree, too.]
No wonder you talk my head off about friendship. [Fond teasing.] ...Keep going.
Did you ever find out why?
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... I cut myself off from other people back then. I thought I could be fine on my own, but the truth is, I was lonely. So when I got that... I tried to work with it until I couldn't, because I thought I wasn't good enough for it. [ embarrassing. he shakes his head ] It's not like I had a great big epiphany where it made sense or anything. It's just something that resonates within us. I've had it pointed out I do a lot of things for friends.
[ basically he's a big sap who loves people and doesn't want to outright say that. and then he turns silent again for a little bit; ]
... I don't know what to do with something like this. With Lux. Of course it's better if she's stopped, if she's hurting people. For her sake and everyone else's. But the only way to do that for sure is...
[ he puts the brush back in the bottle and kind of covers his working eye with his freed hand and oh boy he was serious about doing things helping with his feelings because that is one big cloud of them choking out right now. he's sad and worried and anxious and furious! oops. ]
I can't stand it. This place. The secrets and the lies and the-- I don't know what the fuck I'm doing!
[ sorry about the yellow nail polish bottle he just threw at your wall riku ]
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The thrown bottle doesn't matter. Mostly because the feelings that started to bubble up in Yamato, out of Yamato, are familiar. He's choked on those same feelings before.
It feels like someone has somehow managed to cut him directly out of the same kind of cloth. He gets it. Other people think they aren't really emotional because they try to be logical, sensible, but that isn't true. They feel it, too. He is just as passionate as Sora, and he knows Yamato is just as passionate as Taichi. They just keep it (mostly) in because letting it out makes them feel wild and out of control.
He's careful of the nails as much as he can be, but he reaches out to curl his hand over Yamato's forearm and bring it down a bit. His other arm raises, hesitates, and then he thinks to hell with it, and pulls the arm to get Yamato to come to him. He wraps a his other arm around Yamato's shoulders. Hug!!]
I'm here. Which means you're not alone. I use to think Sora didn't know what he was talking about. He would say, "Follow your heart." And what if my heart was wrong? What if the darkness in it made it weak, or made me make a mistake.
But he's right. Your heart won't lead you wrong if you let it guide you. Whatever your heart says you should do, do that. We can figure things out along the way.
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anyway, the good news is there's immediate remorse at breaking shit, which means he doesn't fight when riku lowers his arm or pulls him closer. his singular eye is tearing up a little, and it's hard to tell which part of what he did is responsible for the self-loathing bubbling up in his feelings. maybe all of it! maybe all of it.
the hug does seem to calm it a bit though? he relaxes a fraction and just stares down at his hands, blinking to keep the tears at bay. ]
... And if it's guiding me nowhere?
[ because that feels a bit where he's going these days. ]
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