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They won’t come - 400 pw

They won’t come, Aka knows that. It’s foolish to remain there, knowing that there’s no one coming back. Even if Aka remains there, it doesn’t matter if the only people who knew the location were dead, did it?
But maybe they weren’t dead. Maybe they were just lost, unable to come back where Aka is waiting for them, but still alive. It’s what doesn’t allow Aka to move, what makes it impossible for them to stand up and simply walk away.
It’s the only thing Aka can hope for in a life that doesn’t seem to have much hope at all.
Aka should move on, but what place could there be out there for someone so alone? Aka has never really lived on his own, nor they know how they live outside of the city.
A place where they could be free, that’s what their parents told Aka. But what does that even mean?
Surely Aka can’t break any of the rules (Don’t let them see; Family is always the most important thing) and so how is anything that awaits them a better life?
Still, what choices does Aka have? Soon hunger would consume them, and so their life would be forfeited for no good reason at all.
If their family is really still out there, unable to reach Aka for some reason, wouldn't it be better for Aka to find a way to keep on living and then… then maybe their parents would find them.
Yes. Aka blinks and, finally, the haze that has been clouding their thoughts fades away.
Aka stands up and starts walking in a direction, blindly. Aka turns into Akairi, and starts walking with more confidence.
Akairi is the strong one, after all, the one who was supposed to protect her sister. The one that was supposed to protect them all.
And even if she failed, even if she’s alone, even if she’s not good at anything specific (not like Irioka, with her magic that always danced around her fingers) she has to keep going.
Babelon is supposed to be a fresh start, and so Akairi will treat it as such but she won’t stop looking or waiting.
Her family, she knows will be looking for her. They will find her soon. You’ll see, she will only have to be alone for a couple of days and nothing more.
Yeah, only days and nothing more.


Original; 500w

He sees him every day on the bus. Normally that wouldn't be something particularly strange, after all there are a lot of people on the bus and he sees so many faces that it's impossible not to memorize any of them.
The strange thing about the man he sees every day on the bus it's that the man is always on the bus before Jim is and he's always asleep and not in a rush to be woken up either.
Jim gets out at almost the last stop, from what he knows after his stop there's almost literally nothing. He can't help being curious, really, anyone sane enough would be after all.
There's no way to approach him, however, not without making it obvious that Jim has been watching him for too long.
He thinks about talking to the drivers, but he's sure that they see so many of them that remembering even one face is impossible.
And so one day Jim takes matters in his own hands. The bus is completely empty beside them, and he gets closer. The other man is still sleeping, of course, but Jim is determined.
He will pretend to be afraid that the other has missed his own stop. Surely the man will forgive him for waking him up for that reason?
Jim will never know.
The moment he steps closer to the other man, the stranger opens his eyes and looks towards him. This might be the first time he ever sees his eyes, Jim thinks, a little hysterically.
“Uhm,” he says, looking around, “I’m sorry for waking you up. I was afraid you fell asleep and didn’t catch your stop.”
The man doesn’t answer for a moment before he looks outside the window. “My stop will come soon, don’t worry too much. I’m just waiting.”
That seems, a little cryptic, especially because Jim has seen him sleeping in that same space every day for months now. What would he be waiting for?
“I didn’t know there were houses after my stop,” Jim tries, in an attempt to satisfy his own curiosity.
Once again it takes a moment for the other man to answer, almost as if it’s difficult for him to hear him. It’s possible that he’s still a little sleepy, so Jim tries to be patient.
“There aren’t. I can’t go home anyway,” he says, in a rather dull tone. “I’m waiting for something.”
“For what?”
The man turns and looks straight into Jim’s eyes. For reasons that Jim can’t even fathom, a chill travels in his bones, chilling him to the core.
There’s no reason for him to feel this way, and yet Jim takes a step back, almost afraid. The man turns and looks out of the window once again.
“For that,” he says, and Jim is almost asking for what when he hears the sound of tires screeching on the asphalt and a honk. He looks up, but he only sees a blinding light and then nothing else.


Saiyuki; Lonely; 711
Se c'è una cosa di cui Sanzo è sicuro, è che ha bisogno di silenzio. L'altra sicurezza che ha, però, è che non riuscirà ad averlo, non con i demoni con cui ha scelto (se di scelta si può parlare, e non di costrizione) di viaggiare insieme.
Sono chiassosi e confusionari, soprattutto Gojyo e Goku che stanno schiamazzando nel sedile posteriore di Hakuryu com'è solito loro.
Hakkai, che sta guidando, sta ridendo delle stronzate che gli altri stanno dicendo e Sanzo è così stanco. Se non si zittiscono entro due secondi sarà davvero costretto a sparare contro di loro.
Hakkai si volta verso di lui, vedendolo al limite della sua pazienza e, ad alta voce, chiede: "Che ne dite se ci fermiamo per la giornata?"
"Si!" Goku urla da dietro, sporgendosi in mezzo ai due. "Ho fame! Ho fame! Ho fame!"
"Dannata scimmia, fai silenzio!" Gojyo urla a sua volta, spingendo la faccia della stupida scimmia e mettendosi lui tra i due sedili. "Però ci sto. Stiamo guidando da ore e io ho voglia di fermarmi e riposarmi un po'. Non che non sia bello guardare le vostre facce per ore ed ore, ma ho bisogno di una pausa."
Goku, che non ha ancora ben capito che Sanzo è al limite della sua pazienza, urla, spaventato, "Famee!"
è allora che Sanzo si alza in piedi e tira fuori la sua pistola, puntandola contro di loro. "Adesso basta! Fate silenzio fino all'albergo o giuro che vi trivello."
Fortunatamente, per una volta, sembra che gli altri lo ascoltino. Almeno per un minuto. Fino a che lo stomaco di Goku non inizia a mormorare per la fame, e Gojyo non inizia a prenderlo in giro.
Bambini di tre anni, davvero.

"Beh, si, abbiamo due stanze," dice la signorina dietro il bancone, guardando il gruppo che le si è presentato davanti un po' sorpresa.
"Ma ogni camera ha soltanto un letto matrimoniale," spiega, abbassando lo sguardo e controllando la disponibilità. "Temo che tutte le stanze con letti singoli sono già state prese."
Sanzo annuisce e prende dei soldi. "Va bene. Le prendiamo entrambe."
Gojyo sorride quando la ragazza si allontana e guarda verso gli altri. "Beh, solita combinazione? Sanzo e la scimmia e io e Hakkai?"
Gli altri stanno già per annuire quando Sanzo li interrompe. "No. Io prendo una camera a solo. Voi state nell'altra."
Un attimo di silenzio segue le sue parole prima che Gojyo e Goku inizino a urlare. Sanzo si allontana senza nemmeno ascoltarli.
"Ma c'è solo un letto! Sanzoo! Sanzooo!"

Da solo in camera, Sanzo si gode una serata di tranquillità. Si fa un bagno, fuma una sigaretta, e poi si mette a letto. Non c'è nessuno che lo disturba, né nessuno che urla. Il letto è miracolosamente vuoto, e, se volesse, Sanzo potrebbe distendersi e occuparlo tutto.
Sanzo è in paradiso. Ed è annoiato a morte.
Non che lo ammetterebbe mai alla marmaglia di pazzi con cui viaggia, ma immagina di essersi abituato al loro brand di follia.
Mentre è lì, con gli occhi aperti, a cercare di pensare a che cosa è diventata la sua vita, sente la porta della sua camera aprirsi. Troppo abituato ai vari attacchi di demoni, Sanzo ha la pistola in mano e puntata contro la porta in un secondo.
Quello che vede non sono però dei demoni pronti ad attaccarlo ma soltanto Goku, che non sembra particolarmente spaventato dalla pistola puntata contro di lui.
"Uhm. Posso dormire qui?" chiede l'altro, senza entrare.
"Che c'è, il letto era troppo pieno per te?" chiede Sanzo, mettendo via la pistola e sbuffando. Allo stesso tempo, però, si sposta di lato e Goku lo riconosce come un invito ad entrare. La scimmia corre verso il letto, con un sorriso, e si sistema sotto le coperte velocemente, quasi avesse paura che Sanzo potesse cambiare idea.
Nessuno di loro dice nulla per qualche secondo prima che Goku dica, piano, "Mi sentivo un po' solo."
è la cosa più assurda che potesse dire, considerando quanto dovesse essere pieno il letto nell'altra stanza. "Sei strano forte," dice, ma Goku semplicemente sorride e si sistema meglio sotto le coperte.
Sanzo non gli dirà che anche lui si era sentito solo, ma sapere che non era stato l'unico, lo fa sentire stranamente meglio.

Teen Wolf; Hero; 539
"So, just that we're clear, we're only doing this together because this is about Lydia, okay? Normally I wouldn't work with you if you put a gun to my head and threatened me very convincingly. I would tell you shoot me, now, because there's no way I'm working with him. No way, sir. So I want you to know I'm not doing this out of my own volition, and I think it's important that we make it clear right now that this is what's happening now and..."

"Oh my God, Stilinski, shut up," Jackson growls at him, glaring in his direction. He's not that intimidating in Stiles' opinion, but he still takes a step back. Jackson might be an asshole, but he's an asshole with wolf powers whereas Stiles is just an ordinary asshole. "We both know we would like to be anywhere else right now. So just shut up and maybe we won't be discovered in the first minutes we enter the building."

Stiles huff and shakes his head. "You do realize I'm the mind here, right? I brought you along to be the muscle because Scott has to be the distraction. So just leave the planning to me, like every other time we make an halfway decent plan."
"You know, maybe you would be a little more tolerable if you didn't say stuff like that," Jackson says then he stops, thinks about it and shrugs. "Actually no. Forget I said that. You would be insufferable anyway."

"The sentiment is reciprocated, buddy, believe me," Stiles mutters, but Jackson is already walking away and Stiles can't do anything but follow him.

They have no idea how they managed to get the jump on them and on Lydia. There are people interested in having a Banshee's power at their disposal, and while they don't know what they want with her specifically, no one of them was going to stand around and wait to find out.

Stiles might not be in love with Lydia like he was when he was younger and more naive (seeing people almost dying every day for two years has done wonders for his emotional growth) but he still cares about her deeply.

Jackson... well, Stiles guesses with the whole True Love stuff, he cares about Lydia a lot. It's okay, Stiles isn't angry about it anymore. He really isn't.

Really.

"Ready, Stilinski?" Jackson asks him and at Stiles nod he pushes the door open violently. Stiles sees the hinges of the door break and the door itself fly in the room.

Jackson immediately roars, getting ready to fight, but they immediately notice Lydia, standing in the middle of the room, and a lot of people on the ground.

She turns towards them and arches an eyebrow. "You're late. Very late. Do I really have to do everything myself?"

Jackson doesn't seem to be too concerned and he hurries to her side, not really smiling at her in that Jackson way. "I was sure you could take care of them on your own."

Lydia smiles and looks at them, "I still appreciate the attempt."

Stiles can't believe he had to spend time with Jackson and he didn't even get to be the hero. Life really sucks.

Critical Role; Twins; 563

Life might on the run might not have been kind to them, but the truth is that anything is better than what their life had been in Syngorn. Even if they have to look behind their shoulders all the time, at least the backstabbing comes from thieves and bandits and not from their own flesh and blood, not that Vex has considered her father like part of her family in a long time.
At night they usually sit down in front of the fire, Trinket at their back, and the fire in front of them. Today they have acquired other people, and their presence is a little unsettling. They haven't trusted anyone else since their escape from Syngorn and Vex thinks that trust might work just like a muscle: the less you use it, the more it atrophy and now it comes hard to her.
She thinks Vax is a little less hardened than her, as much as he likes to pretend otherwise, but he still looks at them like he doesn't really know what to do with them.
Today they sit down farther away from the fire than they normally would, and they watch as the others huddle around the heat, not as used as them to the chill of the forest at night.
"What do you think about them?" Vax asks her, watching their new companions with apprehension.
Vex shrugs and caresses Trinket's hide. "I think they can be useful. We finish this work, take the money, and then walk away."
"Only a job, then?" Vax asks her, and Vex turns towards him.
Sometimes her and Vax are as similar as two being can be, and she thinks that she's able to read every thought on his face. Sometimes Vax has no secrets to her, either because he doesn't want to, or because Vex knows him too well and can read under his poorly crafted facade.
Other times she thinks that he's a stranger, his face completely unreadable.
This is one of those times, where Vax's mind is closed to her, a mystery she should have the key too and yet she seems to have lost.
"Do you want it to be for more?" she asks him, because it's probaly something they need to talk about sooner rather than later.
He shrugs, and then gets more comfortable on Trinket's fur. "No, I don't think so. I'm not sure we can trust them, really."
Vex smiles, glad to see that they are in agreement on this. She looks at the strange group they've managed to gather, and then strangely feels the distance between her and Vax even more acutely.
It's strange, really, since there's really no more than two inches between them, but she still feels the urge to close the gap. So she leans in and puts her head on the other's shoulder.
"It's going to be us against the world," she reassures him, "forever."
Vax seems to relax under her and he nods. "Go to sleep, Stubby."
Vex smiles, forgetting the others for a moment. "Not before you."
Her brother laughs and puts a hand in her hair, a comfort for both of them. They might be working with other people now, out of necessity more than anything else, but Vex knows no one else will ever be able to take Vax's place in her life.
It's simply not possible.


All for the game; Rivals; 500
Neil has been shot, stabbed, beaten and tortured in his life, multiple times each, and yet he thinks none of these experiences are as painful as this car ride.
He’s the one driving and Aaron is seated in the passenger seat, looking determinately in front of him and not in Neil’s direction. If someone were to build an entire wall between them, it really wouldn’t make much of a difference.
It could actually be an improvement over the current situation.
Him and Aaron haven’t actually talked much after their confrontation at the vacation house, and Neil didn’t really want to change that. Andrew and Aaron are trying to work out their problems, but Neil doesn’t think that means he has to be nice to Aaron. The same thing goes for Aaron as well, apparently.
Aaron usually just completely avoids talking to him. Even on the field, they avoid each other like the plague, and it’s a system that works surprisingly well.
They don’t talk, don’t look at each other, and they get along splendidly. The moment they talk in each other’s presence, it’s physically difficult not to say anything against the worst of the Minyard twins.
Neil really doesn’t know how the rest of the Foxes seem to be more comfortable with Aaron than with Andrew, when for Neil is so clearly the opposite. He knows that most of Andrew’s better qualities seems to be ignored by the others, swept by Andrew’s brusque exterior. But Aaron is all sharp angles no soft corners. He might not brand knives like Andrew does, but his callousness and egotism is a weapon sharp enough.
So, really, Neil would love to be anywhere else but here. Still, Andrew needs both of their help, and for that reason, and that reason only, Neil is going to keep his mouth shut and drive Aaron to the courtroom.
The investigation towards Aaron might be coming to a close, but the ones against Drake and everything he did are still going and while Andrew might say he doesn’t care, Neil knows it’s not true. Apparently so does Aaron.
And so here they are, silent but united. Neil didn’t have to drive him, but Andrew still refuses to have anyone drive his car but Neil and it was in both of their interest that Aaron arrived on time.
It doesn’t mean they have to be happy about it, or even talk to each other. Or at least Neil thinks so, but it seems that Aaron decides that this is the moment to break their unspoken agreement to never talk again.
“I still don’t really like your relationship with my brother,” Aaron says, because he really can’t pass up the chance to be an obnoxious prick.
“I still don’t really care,” Neil informs him, with a bored tone.
Aaron doesn’t reply for a couple of second before saying: “So we’re okay, right?”
Neil stops and turns towards him, surprised. He can’t help but laugh and huff. “Yeah, sure, we’re fine”
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