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[CLOSED] ▫ 等不到天黑 不敢凋謝的花蕾… ▫
Who: Seta Souji [
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jivitadana]
Where: Sixth Floor, Room 101
When: Wednesday, January 18 evening
Rating: PG at most for conversation
Summary: There's a slight problem with being alive when one's supposed to be dead
The Story:
It wasn't supposed to go this way.
Minato had considered himself fortunate. The past year at home had been the best year, his most memorable and happiest year. He had forged so many unbreakable bonds. He and his friends had accomplished something greater than anything they could have ever imagined. And in the end, he had found the answer to life's greatest question. Not a lot of people could say that. There wasn't much more he could ask for and nothing else that he wanted.
But then again, Wonderland hadn't factored into his life at all then.
But now that it had, it had opened too many new doors. Everything was supposed to come to a complete close. His journey had a distinct start and an even clearer finish, defined by those parameters and within the boundaries of the one-year span in the form of a contract. Those new doors though inevitably led to too many new questions that Minato didn't ever have to consider until now. After that one year, Minato was left with only one responsibility. It was an important responsibility, and he had no intention at all of ever thinking that it wasn't.
He had almost no choice. He did choose to give up his soul and become the Great Seal. He would do it again in a heartbeat. Choosing not to do that would eliminate everything and everyone that made his last year so precious.
The problem now though was that he was alive.
He was alive and could now look back at what he had done, analyze every detail about it, scrutinize all the factors that led up to his decision, replay it in his head. He thought it was intriguing that even though something inside of him, close to his heart, mind and, of course, deep in his soul, told him that looking back wasn't always the best idea, he had to do so now. Did he have much choice?
He was alive. It was like cheating. It wasn't supposed to go this way.
Minato hadn't left his room after the event that left him without his Evoker and had bombarded him with visions out of the past, a life lived through endless war and by the sword. There was no explanation for his absence where there should have been one. He could save the explanation by having it spoken instead. For once. He didn't need it documented on an impersonal electronic device either.
If it had to be documented, it could be scrawled on the one place that he never even dreamed could or would exist: The other sea of the soul.
But not right now.
A slow breath left him as he looked out the window, the snow on the ground, the sky going from clear blue to tinged with orange from the setting sun, his hand holding the curtain open. He had his silver earphones on, his mp3 player going through the tracks at random, but as much as he liked his music, he wasn't really listening. Instead he ended up thinking instead, thinking along the lines of his first day here, that he could actually think, see, hear, breathe, just everything to indicate that he was alive. He had his soul and parts of it restored to him too. He couldn't imagine either what it meant then when his soul needed to be elsewhere.
Being alive too meant that he could dream about it. He could dream about where he was supposed to be right now.
It really wasn't supposed to go this way.
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Where: Sixth Floor, Room 101
When: Wednesday, January 18 evening
Rating: PG at most for conversation
Summary: There's a slight problem with being alive when one's supposed to be dead
The Story:
It wasn't supposed to go this way.
Minato had considered himself fortunate. The past year at home had been the best year, his most memorable and happiest year. He had forged so many unbreakable bonds. He and his friends had accomplished something greater than anything they could have ever imagined. And in the end, he had found the answer to life's greatest question. Not a lot of people could say that. There wasn't much more he could ask for and nothing else that he wanted.
But then again, Wonderland hadn't factored into his life at all then.
But now that it had, it had opened too many new doors. Everything was supposed to come to a complete close. His journey had a distinct start and an even clearer finish, defined by those parameters and within the boundaries of the one-year span in the form of a contract. Those new doors though inevitably led to too many new questions that Minato didn't ever have to consider until now. After that one year, Minato was left with only one responsibility. It was an important responsibility, and he had no intention at all of ever thinking that it wasn't.
He had almost no choice. He did choose to give up his soul and become the Great Seal. He would do it again in a heartbeat. Choosing not to do that would eliminate everything and everyone that made his last year so precious.
The problem now though was that he was alive.
He was alive and could now look back at what he had done, analyze every detail about it, scrutinize all the factors that led up to his decision, replay it in his head. He thought it was intriguing that even though something inside of him, close to his heart, mind and, of course, deep in his soul, told him that looking back wasn't always the best idea, he had to do so now. Did he have much choice?
He was alive. It was like cheating. It wasn't supposed to go this way.
Minato hadn't left his room after the event that left him without his Evoker and had bombarded him with visions out of the past, a life lived through endless war and by the sword. There was no explanation for his absence where there should have been one. He could save the explanation by having it spoken instead. For once. He didn't need it documented on an impersonal electronic device either.
If it had to be documented, it could be scrawled on the one place that he never even dreamed could or would exist: The other sea of the soul.
But not right now.
A slow breath left him as he looked out the window, the snow on the ground, the sky going from clear blue to tinged with orange from the setting sun, his hand holding the curtain open. He had his silver earphones on, his mp3 player going through the tracks at random, but as much as he liked his music, he wasn't really listening. Instead he ended up thinking instead, thinking along the lines of his first day here, that he could actually think, see, hear, breathe, just everything to indicate that he was alive. He had his soul and parts of it restored to him too. He couldn't imagine either what it meant then when his soul needed to be elsewhere.
Being alive too meant that he could dream about it. He could dream about where he was supposed to be right now.
It really wasn't supposed to go this way.
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"I'll do anything I can for you. You would for me, too. I'm not a burden to you, and you aren't one to me."
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But once he was though, Minato relaxed slightly, leaning into Souji.
"Thank you."
Minato knew that he would do anything for Souji in return. Souji had done so much and given so much to him, more than Minato could thank him or repay him for. He didn't know what he had done to deserve any of this.
He buried his face into Souji again, feeling the way Souji's hand was in his hair. He didn't want to be anywhere else... Despite how warm it was here, it made Minato's chest constrict and ache.
"I dreamt of it. Where I should be."
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"Did it hurt?"
He didn't mean physically. Fear, guilt, what Souji could only imagine was deafening silence, all of those could hurt.
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"It shouldn't."
He put that hand on his chest.
"But it still does."
He shouldn't hurt. He knew why he did what he was supposed to do. He wanted to do it. But being here was the problem. Being here reminded him of what it was like to be alive.
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"I got caught up with being alive."
He shouldn't have. He knew where he was supposed to be and what it meant. Being carried away like that though? He knew better.
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Souji had a feeling he knew how Minato would answer, but he still asked.
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It took him a long while to respond, as if he hadn't planned on responding at all.
"... I feel guilty."
That's what he felt. He felt for guilty for being allowed to live.
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His chest hurt. How could he make that feeling go away? He probably couldn't. And maybe he shouldn't - it was Minato's, that feeling, and Souji respected that. If Minato felt guilt, then Souji wouldn't stop him. But maybe he could express his disagreement with the source of that feeling.
"I'm happy that you're here."
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He lowered his hand and then pulled out his desk chair to sit down.
"I've left you twice already though."
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"You didn't choose that." But maybe, given the guilt Minato feels, he should ask: "Do you want to go back?"
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Souji knew just as well that Minato had to go back. Souji himself had to return. They have to go home.
But he knew too that he was avoiding the question. That hurt too, hearing how he answered or didn't answer.
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"I'm happy that I'm here. With you."
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"I know it's hard."
He knew it was, though he knew that he couldn't ever fully understand just how hard. In some ways, their situations were so different.
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"If I didn't end up here, I wouldn't have met you."
And now that he was here? It was as Souji had asked. Did he want to go back?
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"You'll meet me. I promise."
He'd made this promise before. He wasn't afraid to make it again.
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Souji didn't have to do anything for him. Souji didn't even have to know about him, let alone promise him something like that, if it was what Minato was thinking.
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It might be impossible, but he'd done the impossible before. For Minato, he'd do it again.
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Minato shook his head and had his hands in his pockets, his gaze falling to the floor and not looking at anything in particular. Why should Minato want this? How could he? He was of singular purpose when he did it and if this happened, what would that even mean?
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To Souji, it wasn't a question. But for Minato...
"...Do you think it makes what you did mean less?"
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Not exactly. He did think about what it would mean, but if he were really saved, then maybe that thing he was stopping from breaking down the door was gone? Then he wouldn't have to worry about it. And the world was in Souji's hands, and it was fine. Minato wasn't as concerned about that part, even if he was. It was what it was and it was done.
He had opened his mouth to say more, but stopped himself. It took him a moment to think about how to phrase what he wanted to express.
"... You don't have any obligation to me. You wouldn't have known if we both weren't. Don't risk anything for me."
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"I'd risk anything for my friends. That includes you."
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"But why?"
He hadn't done as much as Souji was promising to do for him.
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"You deserve the rest of your life."
Souji believed that wholeheartedly.
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