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Keiko Yukimura 「雪村螢子」 ([personal profile] topoftheclass) wrote2013-10-17 09:44 pm

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Keiko was getting out of the pool when it happened. Her friends still swimming start choking their bodies turning gross shades of purple. Yusuke manages to pull himself halfway out of the pool and reaches for her. Scared more than anything else she presses back against the wall. Seeing for the first time a small humanoid creature pressed against his back. The creature grins at her and seems to start sinking into his skin. He moans in agony and she runs for the locker room.

Once inside she searches for a place to hide. Picking a shower stall she crouches down in the corner hoping that whatever they are they’ll just leave her alone. The door slams open and wheezing echoes off the ceramic tiled walls. The girl pulls her legs tight to her chest and tries to manage her breathing.

In the end, it doesn’t seem to matter as the curtain is ripped aside. Before her stands the very boy that begged for her help. Screaming she dodges around his arms and runs, searching for a way out. He corners her against a marble counter and he grins proudly, like he’d just broke the record for the 200m Freestyle medley. Gripping the counter, her knuckles white from the force as she cowers hoping that this small amount of purchase will keep him from dragging her away.

The monster laughs and lunges for her and she kicks out at it and it catches one of her ankles in its slimmy grip and she watches in horror as her skin starts taking on that same purple color, the discoloration crawling up her calf as he reaches for her shoulder. She kicks at him again with her free leg and tries to wrench the other free, but doesn’t succeed.

Kurama and Cutie seem to come from nowhere tackling the monster. Her leg drops but her skin is still changing.


[Keiko wakes with a start. Her pokémon are hovering at the foot of her bed as they have each night since the nightmares began. She isn't amused and less so knowing she won't be going back to sleep anytime soon. Apparently her hopes were misplaced the other night.

Moments later two texts go out.]


This is becoming a repetitive question but, is anyone awake?

Anyone in Goldenrod awake and hungry? I'd be happy to make some snacks to help pass time.

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[personal profile] angerpoints 2013-10-19 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Keiko's not the only one up at this ungodly hour of the night - in fact, Yusuke here has been awake for nearly ten minutes now, tossing and turning and trying his very goddamn best to get back to sleep despite his rattled nerves. This nightmare might not have been anywhere near as bad as the one he'd had a couple nights ago, but it'd left him feeling tense and agitated all the same, with his senses on such high alert that when his 'Gear vibrates on the end table next to his bed, the sound alone is enough to damn near propel him onto his feet. He doesn't quite make it there, thanks to his movement being somewhat impaired by the heavy blankets tangled around his waist, but he still wrenches himself upright so suddenly that it startles his Mightyena, who lifts her head and regards him with a low, disconcerted "wuff" from where she's stretched out on the floor. Yusuke, attentive as ever, ignores her and reaches over to snatch his 'Gear off the table with a stiff, shaky hand; his heart is thundering in his chest, and he's irritable enough that he strongly considers chucking the device across the room, but sheer curiosity persuades him to check the message he received instead. Who knows, maybe bullshitting with someone for a while'd help him actually get to sleep.

It's a good thing he'd decided against smashing his 'Gear, because as it turns out, the person who sent out the text is Keiko, who also appears to be awake and looking for someone to talk to. Yusuke stares at the screen for a long moment, then sets the 'Gear aside and clambers out of bed to pull some jeans on. He has a feeling that half of everybody they know would give him shit for being so quick to go to her, but after waking up at Goddammit AM from a very unsettling dream where his Infernape turned into Sensui and then snapped his fucking neck, he doesn't much care what anyone would say or think about him for seeking out the company of the person he has the dokis for trusts most. His reservoir of fucks has been depleted; there are no fucks to be given here. Everybody can now feel free to form a line to kiss his ass.

Once he's decent, Yusuke heads downstairs to the second floor of the Fighting Studio, with Hana the Mightyena groggily but ever-so-loyally following along on his heels. She's the first to enter the room when they reach the kitchen, trotting up to Keiko to say hello with perked ears and a gently wagging tail; Yusuke, on the other hand, pauses in the doorway, where he stands there squinting against the light in the kitchen and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. If his wrinkled shirt and his messy mop of hair aren't enough to tip her off to the fact that he hasn't been awake for terribly long, the thick, hoarse quality of his voice probably will.]


Hey.

Rough night?
Edited 2013-10-19 23:09 (UTC)

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[personal profile] angerpoints 2013-10-26 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yep, that sure was a lot of crap that just went flying everywhere! Yusuke doesn't jump when Keiko does, but he does stiffen a bit, the hand that he'd been using to comb fingers through his hair stilling as he watches her stoop down to hug on Hana. He's about to deliver a smart-assed comment about the mess she'd managed to make, but the expression on her face when she finally looks at him stops him short before he even opens his mouth; he doesn't know what she'd dreamed about, but whatever it was, it was obviously pretty terrible. After all, he's pretty sure the only times he's ever seen her look that uneasy was when he or she or someone they knew was in immediate danger...

Of course, before he can ask her about it, Keiko asks him to turn around, and in response, Yusuke pauses, seeming taken aback by the request. She needs to check for something? Check for what? Well, whatever. Too tired to argue, and too concerned about her to give her too much shit, Yusuke shrugs, drops his hand to his side, and mutters:]


Uh... all right. Sure.

[And around he goes, shooting Keiko a look of implicit "what even" over his shoulder as he presents his back to her. You better not do anything like pants him, Keiko!]