Unlike you, Eichi, I have nothing to lose anymore. I can even call you by your name just this easily, without a single care in the world. I'm already dead. But will the great Emperor of Yumenosaki revive me? Ah, this modern-day Frankenstein tale intrigues me!
[And he turns, hair billowing behind him, and enters the school once more. He feels his body start to relax again, his heart rate to slow, his breathing to even out. He was almost terrified of Eichi, terrified of the truth and of their connection, perhaps even their inevitability. Now, he's at some strange kind of peace. He signs away his life tomorrow, in exchange for his happiness, and he hopes that like Beauty and the Beast, he'll find the sweetness within the savagery.
He'll act normal for the rest of the day, go about his lonely business, and bide his time until they meet two days hence.
Two days later, Wataru dresses in his nicest rehearsal warmups, and heads to the third practice room just before the end of their last pre-lunch class period. He wants to feel the oppressive, crushing weight of fear. He wants to revel in uncertainty as he waits for Eichi. In part, he wants to prove that this isn't really fate, and he has an overactive imagination. Magic like this doesn't and can't exist. A bond between two people, impossible to sever, through life and death? Impossible. But he saw the mark on Eichi's chest, and he's seen a representation of Eichi in his dreams for so long that this does feel wholly inevitable.
Still, he wrings his hands a bit, before deciding to stretch and do some yoga as he awaits Eichi.]
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[And he turns, hair billowing behind him, and enters the school once more. He feels his body start to relax again, his heart rate to slow, his breathing to even out. He was almost terrified of Eichi, terrified of the truth and of their connection, perhaps even their inevitability. Now, he's at some strange kind of peace. He signs away his life tomorrow, in exchange for his happiness, and he hopes that like Beauty and the Beast, he'll find the sweetness within the savagery.
He'll act normal for the rest of the day, go about his lonely business, and bide his time until they meet two days hence.
Two days later, Wataru dresses in his nicest rehearsal warmups, and heads to the third practice room just before the end of their last pre-lunch class period. He wants to feel the oppressive, crushing weight of fear. He wants to revel in uncertainty as he waits for Eichi. In part, he wants to prove that this isn't really fate, and he has an overactive imagination. Magic like this doesn't and can't exist. A bond between two people, impossible to sever, through life and death? Impossible. But he saw the mark on Eichi's chest, and he's seen a representation of Eichi in his dreams for so long that this does feel wholly inevitable.
Still, he wrings his hands a bit, before deciding to stretch and do some yoga as he awaits Eichi.]