teaism | I couldn't utter my love when it counted

[The clapping drives a dagger into Wataru. Yes, even now, he's questioning his own methods. This is unnecessarily cruel, this is a cheap revenge, if that's what it is. And Eichi bites back.]

No, Eichi. I've never heard anything so stirring as your voice in that song. Such angelic words, the revolution on your golden wings. It was beautiful. You were beautiful. But I felt, afterwards, when you continued to harm me, that such soft things were a lie, and that you only knew pain, difficulty, hardship. That you, your heart, were callused. I was so afraid of you! Every time I came to school, I lived in fear of your next move. I had nowhere to belong, as you drove all others from my side. I was reviled, and I was alone.

[His voice cracks, and he pauses to center himself a bit, fixing a smile on his lips, ever the mask to wear when things are too difficult to bear.]

I was never perfect. I was always human, but no one else wanted to see that about me, not even you! I lived alone on my pedestal, misunderstood, or perhaps not understood even in the slightest. What you saw as perfection was simply me trying to find something to make me relevant, once all other expectations were surpassed. I was at the end of my arc, so to speak. You destroyed a hollow young man, with nothing left in his heart but want and desire.

[He takes a step toward Eichi, a hand held out, with the other clasped into the fabric over his heart.]

What's so wrong with being nothing? That's all I am now. Here I stand, nothing, begging someone who built an empire on their own pain to lend me relevancy once more. And only for a short while! How miserable am I, to do this to you? To use such petty tactics to hurt you! You, who lives inexorably marching toward death, you who are so fragile that this very meeting between us may shorten your time here on this earth, you, Eichi, whose back I have watched since the first time our eyes met... you want so little. You simply want to live, don't you? It's not so much to ask, for a boy of our age. All you have is this fleeting time, and after that you'll burn out like a meteor in the atmosphere, once proud, now so, so small.

[His tone rises as he reaches the climax of his speech, and he drops his hands slowly back down to his sides once he finishes. He fights back the tears that rise up, but a few manage to fall, and he hopes against hope that Eichi doesn't remark upon them.]

If I pass this audition, I'll ask you to form a unit with me. Just the two of us, from now until graduation. I'll ask you to give me that time to prove to you that I was never a God among men. That I was always just a boy, who knew nothing of the world, but wanted everything around him to be steeped in the love he felt from his most important people. And I want you to let me show you what that love can look like. I have but one act left in this comedic tragedy play! Shall I carry on, Eichi, or will you dismiss me before the end?

[This is overwhelming. Wataru's feelings had been so well hidden, how could anyone have known? How would he have known? He could he have, when love was such a foreign concept? When all he knew how to do was to find the things he wanted and reach out to close his hand around them so tight, to keep them close, even if it might crush them in the process?

He stands from his chair as Wataru extends his hand, and even as it drops away and Wataru is left fighting back tears, Eichi steps forward.

A unit, he's saying. A unit with the two of them? He'd been holding auditions for "fine", but he never wanted new members to join. He wanted to be rid of it, to move onto something else, and this was the perfect idea. Him and his fated enemy... the object of his admiration. He really wanted that? After all of this pain?

His steps stumble forward into a jog, and hopefully Wataru is ready to catch all of Eichi's weight, since he throws himself at the boy entirely, arms reaching to wrap around him, burying his own face into the side of his neck. He's fighting back tears, too. It can be heard in his voice.]

Though it feels shameful for me to say it, the fact that you were feeling all of that is something I never truly realized. More than that... I feel that I have no right to be standing in this room with you now. I wonder why you didn't simply let me fall to the stage and be carried away by staff.

I'm sorry. These words don't carry enough meaning, but at the very least, I'd like to express them. I don't regret everything, but I do regret causing you that pain, in the end. Pressing forward blindly like a child, without knowing any better...

I want to accept your proposal before it's been properly extended. Let's leave fine to die, and create a new unit, the two of us. However... I'd still like to see your last act.

To turn away from it now would be cruel, when I've learned so much. Do you understand? I want you to force that dagger into my stomach... Wataru.

[He doesn't know what he expects, but it isn't Eichi rising from his seat, and it certainly isn't Eichi nearly tackling him. He bears the weight for a few moments, listening to Eichi's words, then slowly slides his arms around him. He holds him, protecting Eichi from the world, from himself, from his family, from expectations, from ever-encroaching threats of his own mortality. In this room, here, in this moment, he will make Eichi immortal.

Eichi's forehead contacts the skin of his neck, and Wataru feels warmth spreading through him again. He sees, in his mind, a vision of Eichi laying still, eyes closing slowly, blood dripping from his mouth. It's gone as soon as it arrives, and it pulls a strangled sound from him. They're fated to dance the same dance again and again, aren't they? That's surely what this means.

His head turns toward Eichi's, and his voice is low, though no less theatrical than if he were standing on a stage, ready to deliver a final performance.]

Very well. My final act as an independent party, my final judgement as a vengeful fallen angel. Pay close attention, or you'll miss it.

Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be;
Therefore no no, for I resign to thee.
Now mark me, how I will undo myself;
I give this heavy weight from off my head
And this unwieldy sceptre from my hand,
The pride of kingly sway from out my heart;
With mine own tears I wash away my balm,
With mine own hands I give away my crown,
With mine own tongue deny my sacred state,
With mine own breath release all duty's rites:
All pomp and majesty I do forswear;
My manors, rents, revenues I forego;
My acts, decrees, and statutes I deny:
God pardon all oaths that are broke to me!
God keep all vows unbroke that swear to thee!
Make me, that nothing have, with nothing grieved,
And thou with all pleased, that hast all achieved!

[He finishes, breathless and soft, the anguish of the scene he recites fading like the setting sun. The dagger, rather than being plunged into Eichi, is withdrawn, handed over so Eichi may do his worst to Wataru instead. Wataru relinquishes his control now, though he still holds Eichi's body up. He is a broken man, he admits it. And maybe that will do the job of driving the blade where Eichi begged he put it. He won't do it with his own hands.]

[Shakespeare. A speech from a Shakespeare play that specifically is about a King giving the crown to someone else, right? Eichi can pick up the feeling of the scene perfectly through Wataru, even as he's held. He's giving up everything? And here is Eichi, selfishly taking it all.

Even if he could also be the one that's giving up everything, trying to beg for forgiveness, to lower his head enough.

But what hurts him is, in fact, that Wataru seems so empty. A couple of the tears he'd been trying so hard to hold back drop against Wataru's skin, and he squeezes tighter, letting out a small noise. He can picture it now, in this hold, during this speech. A different Wataru from this one, standing beautiful and strong in front of him, bleeding...

And Eichi doesn't know if it's in his defense or under his order.]

I should say that I can't accept this. For your sake... [Mumbled against him.]

I'm too selfish, you know? It hurts... My chest really hurts. It's hard to breathe, and I can't stop picturing you. What is this, Wataru...?

[Like this, Wataru can feel Eichi's heart beat against him. He can feel Eichi's tears fall. He can sense the distance between them closing, little by little.

He would die for Eichi, he realizes, with faint disappointment, and a fair amount of joy. A cause to believe in. Someone who will keep him tethered. Arms around him and Eichi's lips so close, so close to his skin that it sends a shiver through Wataru that he doesn't bother to check.]

Accept me, Eichi. Please. I'll beg, if I must, on my knees, my head lowered. Would that make you happy? Would showing you my most vulnerable self bring you joy? I'll do it! I don't want to go another day as enemies. Not another hour, even. Breathe deeply, slowly, bask in the warmth I'm offering!

[He's not letting Eichi go, though. He's holding him tighter, tighter, his own head buried against Eichi's neck, his own tears threatening to fall.]

I understand why you hurt me, and I forgive you. Not easily, not without so much contemplation and difficulty, but I forgive it all. I ask for you as recompense, and I'll do whatever it takes to seize your heart. Tell me, Eichi! Tell me how!

[How, he asks. Eichi loosens his hold on Wataru just slightly, enough to pull back just so he can grab his face, instead of wrap his arms around him, and touch their foreheads together.]

Lower your head to no one, Wataru. Not even me.

[Especially not him, maybe. That's what he wants. That's what would make him feel relief. That Wataru isn't just kneeling before him, that this imbalance isn't so heavy, so unfair. That Wataru is standing by his side, if anything.

And so, without waiting to see what he says, or checking to see if it's okay, he closes the distance once more, this time claiming Wataru's lips with his own. He doesn't know what he's doing, he's clumsy, this is new— but feeling guides him plenty fine, and there's no fumbling. Only warmth.]

[He hears Eichi's request, and he's about to raise his head higher and respond, but there are lips being pressed to his. He panics, uncertain, freezing up for a moment, not having anticipated that. But it's warm. Eichi's lips are warm and although they should feel foreign, stealing Wataru's first kiss, they feel comfortable and right. They feel like he's known them forever. He knows just how Eichi likes to be kissed, and he tips his head to the side even in Eichi's hold, just to get the contact and depth he knows Eichi craves. He doesn't know how he knows this.

Well, that's a lie. He suspects why. Maybe he was too desperate to believe in fate and a possibility of happiness, maybe he created this destiny and he's just overly imaginative. He doesn't care right now, as he reaches up to cover Eichi's hands with his own, then runs his hands down Eichi's arms before embracing him again. A lover's embrace.]

We've known each other before. I've lived for you. I've died for you, haven't I? Kill me again, Eichi.

[He mumbles against those soft lips, desperate for connection, desperate for affirmation. He'll tell him how he knows when they break apart, but for now... he finally lets his own tears fall as he begins to fumble the kiss.]

I won't.

[He breathes it against Wataru, a desperate, ragged sound that shakes his whole body as he pushes forward. It's a push that forces the both of them to step once, and his fingers drag down the sides of Wataru's face. Small fumbles in the kiss are taken as chances to gasp for breath, to drag his teeth gently across Wataru's lips in the softest of ways. Never breaking precious skin.]

I'll breathe life into you so thoroughly, Wataru, that we'll defy itself. I never want to picture your dying face again. Not your face, your back, the slow dying still of your fingers... I won't allow it. Do you hear me?

[He exhales, loud and shaky, presses another step forward. His gripping hands loosen, wiping Wataru's tears away with the utmost care.]

Even if death itself— even if death, and fate, and destiny... even if they wrap their claws around us and pierce our skin, I won't allow it, this time. Let's run past the boundaries put on us for this life and live. I won't accept any answer other than agreement to these demands of mine.

I'll live?

[The tears don't stop, even though he's smiling. He knows he's fated to lose his life for Eichi, lifetime after lifetime, some twisted, terrible fate he doesn't think he can escape. But he believes that Eichi--this Eichi, brutal and fragile and broken and bold--can heal the wounds time has caused. He believes Eichi. That he will be saved.]

I want to show you something.

[He pulls back, and pulls the soft collar of his shirt down until he exposes a mark on his chest.]

You've seen this before, haven't you? On yourself, on your own body. You know what it is, don't you? Eichi! I never thought I'd find you, but fate's cruel machinations brought us together. Perhaps, through love, I've already survived this time! Perhaps we'll know long lives together, and well never suffer again. Oh... I'd wish that for both of us.

[He releases his collar and grips Eichi's lapels.]

I accept! Your terms, your declaration, you! Let us live, burdened by purpose and our pasts, for a glorious future. Together.

That's—

[He's stunned, eyes wide just enough to stare at Wataru's mark, matching with his own, and the world seems to spin around him. Only Wataru's hands grabbing at his clothes again is enough to pull him out of it, and he laughs, freely, unable to help himself.

Tears are in the corner of his eyes, and he blinks them away, lifting a hand to gently wipe them gone.]

I'll cancel the remainder of the auditions and begin the paperwork to form our unit... You can work with me together on that, can't you? Between classes.

[What else does this mean, though? It's so powerful, his heart is pounding. Even as he glances to the side, he still sees Wataru's face so clearly in his mind.]

And we can live... together. As you say, as I say. Thank you, Wataru. It feels as though this life of mine has meaning.

[Eichi's laugh rings in Wataru's ears, and he reaches out to help wipe away those tears before Eichi lets them fall. He'll be with him. They'll be together. All the pain is over, done with, a thing of the past, and now they'll walk forward hand in hand. Eichi can rule this school almost as he pleases, and Wataru will stay by his side.

He's jubilant! His fingers don't leave Eichi's face as he holds his cheeks so, so gently.]

I will. I'll even go to class, just so we can meet between them! I'll live for the anticipation of every moment I spend with you, by your side. Eichi... everything I've been through feels like nothing compared to this. Your love... it was such a terrific thing to behold, even when I didn't know that's what it was. It was a power unlike any other. I'll help you direct it, and together, we'll give love and smiles and Amazing to everyone!

[His pulse races. He feels out of breath, like he's just run a marathon, and he wonders if he couldn't run a hundred more.]

Your life and my life have the same meaning, now. We'll do wonderful things, won't we?

[He kisses him again, swift and fleeting, but with utter sincerity.]

Fufufu, but what shall we call our unit?

Fufu... two lives with the same meaning. [Quietly, Eichi leans his face into the touch of Wataru's fingers, face flushing ever so slightly.]

That's something that we should think on for quite some time. After all, the public will be surprised to see the Emperor pairing off with one of the Eccentrics. The me of the past would be wondering if that was your intention all along... if perhaps you might be using me, you know?

But I'd rather believe in this warm feeling in my chest, and what I've seen in my dreams. This truly is... something amazing.

[Ahh... He feels as light as a cloud. It's so strange!]

Wataru... [It's fine to keep calling him that, right? Especially if they'll be in a unit together.] Could we meet again after school, then? In order to properly work out the details of this, let's spend some time together.

[That soft flush of Eichi's cheeks makes Wataru blush, too, and he looks at him with the gentlest expression.]

Even if everyone is surprised... Even if my friends desert me! It's worth it. It was worth it to find you, and all the struggles we face from here, we'll face together.

[He thinks about his friends leaving him, and it hurts, makes him ache to his very core, but to gain Eichi from this, he'll make that sacrifice. He bites back tears again, and looks Eichi straight in the eyes.]

After school is so far away, but yes! Today, tomorrow, every day! We'll put our heads together until we can find the perfect fit. Ah, I'd love nothing more!

There must be some way that they could forgive you. You're someone who defies reason, after all. Someone that, even while hated by the public, could sway and affect the students around you. No matter how you thought you were viewed... I believe there was always that power.

I'd hate the be the reason that your friends came to hate you, at least.

[His fingers brush daringly over to Wataru's hair, and then trail down it as he smiles and pulls back, a little coy.]

You've made me late for class, so let's meet again later to begin the paperwork. I'll wait for you by the shoe lockers.

[And just like that... things were completely different. No, Eichi thinks things were revealed for what they should have been all along. The school is shocked, and people on either side criticize both him and Wataru. But it's a movement just as important as his revolution, he thinks. Someone who was torn down can still be restored, someone godly can still work with someone who represents "the people," things like that are pushed, and Eichi is determined to make their unit one that emphasizes the importance of Hope and Dreams. A unit with direction and power... but one that can lift the people.

Almost immediately, Eichi's family seems to take issue with it. Eichi complains about it at their brief meetings, but usually brushes it off as a small problem. He says his parents are always so busy, but his father has said something about the rumors, and his mother has voiced concerns that more thugs like the ones that had kidnapped him before might become an issue. Blame is put on Wataru for things he never did, and Eichi has no patience for it.

Eventually, Eichi is full on dodging servants and ignoring phone calls to spend time with Wataru. And now, on the night they're meant to meet in secret and practice... It's been ten minutes with no sign of Eichi, who's normally the first one there. Any messages or calls to his phone go without answer. And then, a man steps into the lesson room, even if it's after hours and no one should even be thinking of entering the school. He's in a suit, but there's something about his eyes that say he's more than a pushover business man.]

"You're Hibiki-kun, aren't you?" [Polite, testing, slowly spoken as the man looks the teen over.]

[It's been like a dream, this miracle of hard work for both of them. They've defied the school, their peers, expectations, even Eichi's family to come together in the new unit. Wataru works tirelessly to win his friends over to Eichi's cause, and Eichi's toned down his tactics little by little, making the school ultimately harmonious rather than in a constant state of conflict. Others may criticize the methods, but they can't argue with the results. A liberal application of Love and Amazing to Eichi yielded such glorious results!

Wataru's parents, unlike Eichi's, are fully behind the venture. They also don't know he was the one who put Wataru through hell, of course, but they know that the blonde boy makes their son happier than he's been in years, and they give their blessing. Eichi's family, too business-minded and obsessed with reputation, don't want any of this for their son. He should be with some other rich family's young lady, ready for a short but productive adulthood. But no, they think he's dallying with Wataru, and they've had enough. Wataru's read the tiniest amount of concern from Eichi over it, but he's dismissed it alongside Eichi, because he believes in his fated love.

Today was to be their last rehearsal before their first secret guerrilla live, and Wataru's been waiting anxiously all day for their meeting time. Yet... no Eichi to be found, anywhere, and he can't be reached. Wataru's first thought is that his love must be in the hospital again, but when he calls the hospital to check, there's no record of Eichi. He's just about to pack up to go over and check on it in person when the man walks in.

He's not a teacher. Who is he? Wataru looks at him with skepticism, but tries a polite smile, phone clenched in one hand.]

Yes... that's me. Can I help you with something?

"I came here to deliver a message."

[Straightforward, not overly polite, but not overly rude either. It's some awkward place in between as the man stands with his hands in his pockets. If Wataru is observant enough, he might be able to tell that this man isn't alone— there's another man hiding back outside the door of the classroom, out of sight.]

"Eichi-sama's health took a dip again, so he wanted to make sure I came out to tell you that he won't be making it." [Already, there are holes in this flimsy story. It clearly wasn't made to be very convincing, and the man giving this message doesn't seem concerned about it, either.] "He's calling off the unit completely. Says it was a bad decision, and it's affecting his health. Sorry."

[His eyes land on Wataru like he's ready to measure his reaction.]

[Wataru, observant genius that he is, notes there's someone else out there, but doesn't react to it. This seems... dangerous? He feels like these men aren't here for any positive reason, anyway. And the words confirm it. Wataru doesn't react right away, simply blinking at the man, knowing it must be a lie. It's not even a very good one.]

Oh, I see. Thank you for letting me know. Is there any way I could hear this directly from Eichi himself? Perhaps if you tell me which hospital he's in currently I can at least go wish him well in person.

[His eyes subtly scan the man. Something's... not good. Very not good. He feigns ignorance.]

I've also borrowed one of his CD's I'd like to return. It's vintage, so he'd be dreadfully upset if I lost it.

"Sorry~. He's not accepting visitors."

[If anything, there's a slip of a drawl in that, like the guy's a little excited for something. The more he pushes this conversation, the more it seems like he gets closer to some sort of reward for himself. One of his hands withdraws from his pockets, half-extending to Wataru palm up.]

"If you've got it, you can pass it over to me. Otherwise, just go ahead and keep it. There's nothing in this world that kid can't just buy again for himself."

Not accepting visitors? Even though I'm the class representative, and it's my job as a student here to visit him?

[A lie. But Wataru has no issues with trading a lie for a lie. It's not like this meathead has any idea what Eichi's life is really like, even if he is some flunky. He's nothing in Wataru's eyes, just a nuisance and a roadblock.

And Wataru won't let himself be torn from Eichi so easily.

The man extends a hand, and Wataru looks down at it with a smile, then looks up, acting the very picture of an awkward, misunderstood youth.]

Oh, I don't have it with me! And it's very valuable, so it wouldn't be able to be replaced. Furthermore...

[He smiles darkly. Now he means business.]

Eichi isn't so wasteful that he'd buy something like that again. He's careful with money, even when he seems to spend frivolously. He wouldn't be the Student Council President if he didn't have such skills, honed and guided by Keito himself.

[Wataru smoothly slides his phone into his pocket.]

That said, what are you really here for?

[The first comment throws the man off, and he looks like he's going to scramble trying to find an answer— but Wataru continues, and the seriousness is only irritating. Finally, the man in the suit scoffs, reaching the had he'd offered forward up to loosen his own tie, instead.]

"You've got some nerve, speaking about that brat so intimately." [Calling him "Eichi," speaking as if he knows him so well.] "Especially when his folks have it out for you like this."

[Stepping forward, his chin lifts as he cracks his knuckles. No more hands in the pockets— it looks like what this guy was excited for all along was the idea of fighting. Not fighting, but beating up a teenager— feeling powerful in that way.]

"I tried to give you the easy way out. But it can't be helped. You had to go and 'strike first'."

[A blatant lie, but the meaning is clear in the instant he gives it out. His instructions had been to only fight if Wataru fought first, but it had, of course, been a coverup for the Tenshouin name only. They won't care what this lackey does, and he knows it, as long as their reputation isn't damaged. And so he reaches out, suddenly, grabbing for Wataru's hair with one hand and trying to punch him in the gut with the other.]

[Wataru's heart sinks. This man has been sent by Eichi's family, then. He's here to make Wataru back off. He's here to make Wataru miserable and lonely, and have Eichi face the same cruel fate. Wataru isn't having any of that nonsense.]

You have some nerve overstepping your bounds. He wouldn't let you get away with this if he was here.

[He backs up a few steps, looking every bit an innocent and fearful schoolboy. Like this man's threat terrifies him.]

You wouldn't--!

[But the man strikes first. He reaches for Wataru's hair, and he manages to grab it, but Wataru shifts so that he's just taking a handful of bun, and as if by magic, the bun falls apart in the grip, now too loose for a proper hold. The man only has the ends of his hair in hand now, and Wataru dances back to avoid the sucker punch, then drops down to a half-crouch before raising his hand, palm up, and driving the heel of his palm into the man's nose.

The man is large, though, and Wataru won't win this fight through even strength and cleverness. He'll have to flee. But there's the matter of the man outside, as well.]

You won't keep me from him!

[Startled, the first man is so caught off guard by Wataru's slippery movements that he is struck directly in the nose, as intended. Staggering back, he clutches at it, and his demeanor changes even worse.]

"You little shit—!"

[The man that had been waiting outside steps in now, clicking his tongue in clear irritation as he shuts the door behind him and locks.]

You deserve that, you idiot. Now you're making things messy for us.

"Shut the hell up!"

[Small moment of bickering aside, things are looking a lot worse. This practice room has Wataru trapped in, locked in, with no one else at the school to bother with them. The walls are practically sound proof in a lesson room like this, to make for easy practicing without interruption, anyway.

The first man lunges forward, now, forgoing grabbing for Wataru to just strike at him. He can't get away forever! The second man, who's even larger than the first (in muscle and height) steps forward too calmly, eyeing Wataru and searching for an opening. Unlike the angry first man, he's going to go about this a different way.]

I heard he threw a real tantrum. I only wish I could have seen it myself.

[Wataru hears the door lock, and his stomach drops. Maybe the window? No, this room doesn't have one. It's the smallest practice space, since there's only two of them... That door is his only way out, and this room is soundproof.

The first man lunges for him, and Wataru dances out of the way again.... But then there's the taunt. They must be holding Eichi against his will... or perhaps they're simply doing this when he's otherwise occupied. Wataru doesn't know, and his head is spinning, trying to think of a way out of this. He can't focus on them both at once.

He feels an impact to his side as he looks to the second man, and crumples to his knees.]

Eichi... deserves better than you heartless thugs!

[Whatever that kick was, it landed hard, and he's definitely going to bruise badly from it. Still, he tries to stagger to his feet, only to see the second man move closer. When he backs up, he finds the man he attacked is right behind him.]

[The man behind Wataru reaches his arm around him, a chokehold that he uses to pull the teenager back to him, his other hand grabbing for one of his arms. The second, larger man gives a wicked smile as he closes in from the front, and slips fat fingers into Wataru's hair at the top of his head.]

Too bad. We're going to tell him you took off with your tail between your legs.

[Taunting seemed fun enough. Leaving this brat with the idea that Eichi would receive such news, that he might believe Wataru had abandoned him— he hopes it sets deep with the wannabe magician. Either way, it's enough of a distraction before he yanks hard at his hair and drives his knee into Wataru's gut.

His next words are for the man behind Wataru.]

Knock him out. We can't finish this here.

[Wataru is grabbed, and he struggles, tries to put up a fight, but now the actual fear is setting in and his logical brain tries to think survival instead of winning. Neither looks like an option. Is this how he'll die for Eichi, this time? Without him even there to say goodbye? Without so much as a last look at him?

The notion terrifies Wataru, in large part because he swore to Eichi one day that he wouldn't get into trouble, that he wouldn't put himself in dangerous situations because that way maybe he'd avoid death more easily. This... he's a disappointment to Eichi... He's going to be taken away from him. He'll never get the future he so desperately tried to grab.

And the man's words make him gasp, though the next thing he registers is a hand in his hair. He glares up defiantly, about to make a remark, but his head is jerked down and the knee lands right where it's aimed. He'd meant to put up a better fight, but it was impossible.

Hacking, trying not to vomit up everything in his stomach, Wataru doubles over, still held up slightly by the grip of both men.]

Stop...

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that tag killed me for nearly 24 hours

sowwy ;;

it was good death

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