Hello, all! Kitten here. It seems I've gotten into yet ANOTHER videogame...well, actually I've fallen head-over-heels for it. This is just going to be a series of random drabbles, and I'm unsure how long I'll keep them going. Maybe whenever one pops into my mind. This one in particular is actually my first attempt at writing any kind of oneshot for Ghost Trick. I hope I got the characters alright...
THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THESE, UNLESS YOU WANT TO SPOIL THEM YOURSELF.
Note: When something appears (Like this in the writing), it means that Sissel and/or Missile are speaking. Since they can't do it verbally.
The laptop screen illuminated his face in the dim room, despite being midday, the blinds were closed, sending a very faint tan glow about the living room. A lone man sat on the couch, typing quietly as he wrote up random programming sheets. It was mostly just to pass the time. To get his mind off of things. He always thought too much, way too much. Scenes like this, he would remember the times she were sitting next to him. Not in this exact place, of course. But before...back at her house...
"I don't know how you do it," She said with a smile, "but you're a genius!"
He grinned widely at her, "How nice of you to notice."
She laughed and swat him over the shoulder, leaning into him. "Don't get too cocky, now."
He ran his fingers through her long hair, letting her lay her head on his shoulder.
Suddenly he realized he had pressed one key so hard he thought he might have broken it. This wasn't working. He was doing this to try and distract himself, but it was failing. Perhaps he should try something else...coding. No. Coding was child's play. He needed something hideously complicated. Something that would be complicated enough that it would require his full attention to figure out. He began writing out random mathematical equations.
He sighed. This was...alright. His typing eased a little, he wasn't literally slamming the keys like he did a moment ago. But...he doubted it'd last long. His mind was in a very weak state. He reached up and removed his sunglasses, tiredly sitting them to the side and rubbing at his eyes a moment. He looked tired, and worn out. His eyes were worn and ragged. His hair slightly ruffled having not brushed it from his nap.
He sat on the floor, back lying against the couch and his arms lying over her knees, relaxed as she brushed his hair. It was one of the few times his hair was actually down and not held up like it usually was. A content smile was on his face with his head lying back in her lap; she loved doing this from time to time.
She placed a hand gently at the top of his forehead, causing him to lean back further and open his eyes, looking at her from upside down. A smile was on her face.
"I love your eyes."
He viciously gripped the sides of his laptop, his shoulders shuddering. A sharp and heavy gasp escaped him, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out a slight whimper. This wasn't working. He still couldn't get those memories out of his head, not for one minute. It hurt. It continued to hurt. And there was nothing he could do.
He'd try everything. Go for long walks. Just lie in the bathtub for a couple of hours. Television. Swimming. Running. Finding an abandoned area and just screaming to relieve stress. Anything...
His eyes started to water.
Shit...
Suddenly, he heard a mew from behind him. Startled, he quickly sniffs and wipes roughly at his face, making a dart for his sunglasses and replacing them back over his eyes. He then rubs his nose and goes back to trying to type. Then, a little black kitten leaped up onto the back of the couch, making its way over to the back of his head and taking a seat to peer down at his laptop.
(There you go again with the swearing...)
The cat's voice entered his mind. He relaxed, but only slightly.
...I was struggling with an equation, Sissel. His lie didn't seem to fool the feline.
(You seemed a little...sad, for trying to solve a math equation.) Sissel's eyes narrowed suspiciously at him. He sighed. The cat, however, turned to look at the other. (Yomiel...what is wrong?)
The man's reply came verbally this time instead of mentally, unable to even think straight at the moment. "...I'm tired."
Sissel gave him a worried look, now. (Tired? But it's only noon...)
Yomiel gave a weak laugh and nodded. He tried to appear fine in front of the feline, going back to typing lightly. "Yeah...you're right. Guess I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
The kitten looked at him thoughtfully, trying to watch his facial expression, though...could barely see it due to those sunglasses. Which...he wore way too often. They could be rather annoying sometimes. He wondered how the man could even read the laptop with those things on.
Not that he understood reading anyway...he was a cat after all. There were a lot of things about humans he didn't understand.
He understood Yomiel, though.
(I wish you'd wear those sunglasses less.) He abruptly pointed out.
Yomiel blinked under the shades and looked at the other. "...I like them though..."
(You wear them too much. I'd like to see your eyes more...)
He considered this, though realization struck him like a punch to the face.
"I love your eyes."
He swallowed thickly. Sighing quietly he reaches a tense arm up to remove the glasses, noticing Sissel's eyes curve slightly upwards, giving the hint to a smile. Yomiel had the urge to respond with a smile of his own, but was too distracted by his thoughts.
(Much better. You should leave them off more often. ...How can you even see normally with wearing them so much?)
"Dunno. Guess it has to do with my body being...well...a shell."
Sissel gave a tilt of the head, flicking one ear. (...Still odd to me.) For a moment the two continued to hold a gaze, not moving their heads.
Yomiel gave an obviously sad sigh through his nose, turning back to the laptop. This disappointed the cat, who scooted closer to the man's neck. He began purring lightly, still sensing that Yomiel was nervous...worried. Hurt.
She leaped over the back of the couch, throwing her arms around his neck and laughing. "Happy birthday, babe!"
He yelped in surprise and laughed with her, turning around to pull her over and onto the couch, she squealed as her torso landed lazily in his lap. "That's one way to say 'good morning'."
She stuck her tongue out at him.
Yomiel rubbed his eyes. He was getting tired of this. Even though he had a perfectly good reason for all of this, it still hadn't been that long since...since she had...
(Yomiel?)
Sissel's voice broke his train of thought, much to his relief. He sighed again, but didn't turn to look at the black cat. Sissel began to calmly purr.
(...I know you're still upset...but you can talk to me...) He curled his tail around the man's neck. (I can't really do much...I mean, I am just a cat, after all.)
"I don't think you know how much your presence helps me..." Yomiel replied. "...It keeps me from going over the edge." He paused. "...Like now."
The cat tilted his head and gave as sympathetic an expression as a cat could manage, standing up on Yomiel's shoulders and curling himself around the back of his head. (I'm here. I always will be. And I won't leave you.)
Yomiel quietly bit his lip and laughed somewhat sadly, reaching a hand up to scratch Sissel on the cheek. "Good."
Sissel rubbed his nose against Yomiel's cheek affectionately, purring very loudly now as Yomiel nuzzled the top of the cat's head. He was the only friend he had left. He had no one else to turn to...all they both had was each other.
"Thank you, Sissel."
Yeah, I will be fine
As the time goes by
It may hurt at nights
But I will be fine
I will be just fine.
