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Hei lashed back with a stare from hell as he slammed down the man's head, smashing it into the ground with such force he could feel the side crack. He surged electricity through every nerve in Wednesday's body until he was sure the man could feel no more, then threw him back to earth.
"Yin!" he yelped as he stumbled towards her, Wednesday's shadows ebbing from her like a black, fluid tide.
Her nearly sightless eyes were, for the first time he'd known, purely blind. Their stare had no target, fixated on something far off. His mouth contorted slightly before his entire face followed suit, the image of devastation. As tears, an unfamiliar sensation to him, stormed down his face, a devious thought flickered in his head, that it was so incredibly ironic that Yin's own medium streamed from his pitiful, placid gaze while his heart was drenched in the sorrow from her loss.
He picked her up delicately, as he had two years prior, this time knowing that the tremble of her breath would never return, and walked out.
"Hei."
Hei felt the naked girl in his arms stir, silver hair loose for perhaps the first time he'd truly seen, been able to touch. He gripped her a bit tighter as he continued walking.
"I'm here, Yin," he murmured with the softest tones he possessed.
"Hei…the moon," she looked up with her big, painted-glass eyes at the empty night sky.
"It's a new moon," he replied blandly.
"It looks like you."
Hei smiled. "I wish. It's nice, having one less fake light clouding up a fake sky."
"Hei," Yin's gaze turned slightly more towards his voice, "can we go back?"
"We're going home now."
"To before."
Hei blinked, taken aback. "Yeah."
"I'm happy." She closed her eyes and allowed his hand to clasp her head, and the side of her mouth turned up ever so slightly at the corner.
"…me too," Hei breathed, voice catching as subtly as her smile as he looked back up.
"Kirihara!" Oreille's voice chimed harshly in the officer's ear.
"What's up?" she darkened, detecting the urgency in the other's voice.
"BK-201's active." She paused. "Something's happened to the doll, they're saying."
"Ariel and Bernice say?" Kirihara touched her headset closer in disbelief. "And you're sure it's him? This is Yin?"
Another pause. "They're sure."
"Do they know his location?"
"They're looking," she replied. "I'll update you if they find him. We'll have the entire network looking for him soon."
"Alright. Copy and out," Kirihara nodded as she heard the static click off at the other end.
Li…after all this time, you just show up out of nowhere?
"Hurry up or you'll be late!"
"I know, Mom!" A red braid flashed past the doorway as Suou grabbed her backpack and swiftly swung it over her shoulder.
"Bye, honey," Suou's mother smiled, pecking her on the cheek as her daughter returned the kiss before cheerfully skipping out.
A sophomore, so soon? Time flies, she thought with that happy-sad maternal nostalgia so many mothers have as she watched her daughter go. So funny how time flies.
Suou burst into her classroom only a heartbeat after the bell rang.
"Again, Pavlichenko?" the homeroom teacher raised his brows as the class snickered with familiar laughter.
"Sorry!" she blushed deeply, running to sit down. Wirsch-sensei was sarcastic, but he wasn't the type to take her lateness seriously, for which she was very grateful. She wiped her mouth, sure there were remnants of breakfast left on.
She woke up late that morning, culprit being the odd dream from last night. Funny thing with dreams was, you couldn't recall a name or a face five minutes after it was vividly stuck in your head. That was the annoying part. She could only remember a powerful sense of longing and loneliness that sent chills down her spine, something she knew she'd experienced but couldn't put a finger on.
Dreams were dreams, though. She couldn't worry too much.
