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brokethefirst) wrote2020-03-05 05:51 pm
brokethefirst) wrote2020-03-05 05:51 pmEntry tags:
BLUE'S CLUES - MISTAKE SQUAD
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brokethefirst) wrote2020-03-05 05:51 pm
Re: WEEK TWO - WEDNESDAY
[it's the pain that spurs him into action, sends him running from one of the lower floors, and anyone inside of Akechi's room will hear Akira well before he rounds the corner into the hallway]
Akechi!
[he shouts that name loudly, an almost strangled cry that echoes in the hallway as his feet pound against the ground, carrying him right up to Akechi's room. he thought they were done with this!! what is happening now!!]
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It won't take him long to realize what has happened. The first one he will see is Luna, collapsed on the floor in front of the Teal Room's door — which is coincidentally wide open. It's only after he's gotten closer that he will notice a second person with her. Akechi, laying on the floor of his room, just a foot away from Luna. He appears to be completely unconscious, his right sleeve looking just a little bit, uh... wet.
So that's fun.]
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Luna is unresponsive, pitched forward on her stomach, her face wet with tears.
Only good things happened here, obviously.]
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[IS THIS]
[HAPPENING????]
[there's a moment where Akira stares at them both, completely frozen, before he moves again— this time to crouch next to Luna because she's closer, hand on her shoulder]
Luna—?! Can you wake up?
[at the same he asks that he shoots a worried look at Akechi, searching for (newish?) injuries. WHAT IS HIS SLEEVE WET WITH]
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It's fine.]
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[then he swiftly dashes to Akechi, reaching out to roll up his sleeve to see how bad that cut is]
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Sorry, buddy.]
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[with a curse, Akira immediately stands upright and bolts towards the bed. PEOPLE WHO GET HURT DON'T HAVE CLEAN SHEET RIGHTS, I'M SORRY. he yanks one of the sheets off of said bed, yoinks Akechi's bottle of hydrogen peroxide wherever it may be, and drags both items to the unconscious and bleeding detective]
[arm first, although he makes a mental note to take care of that bleeding side later. . . with the sleeve rolled all the way up to Akechi's elbow, he begins to remove the dirty bandages, expression stony and focused. once they're removed]
[TIME TO CLEAN THE WOUND WITH HYDROGEN PEROXIDE AGAIN]
[will the sting wake Akechi up]
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Unfortunately, yes.
Which means that Akira will be in the middle of cleaning the gash on his arm when Akechi finally snaps out of it, eyes opening he gasps awake. In less than a second, Akira will experience confusion, panic, shock — and what can only be his flight or fight instinct leaning completely towards fight. A second later, and Akechi jolts right up to headbutt Akira if he doesn't move out of the way.]
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[Akechi manages to catch Akira right in the jaw with that headbutt, and as such he will feel a sudden burst of pain explode on his own consciousness as Akira reels back]
[WITH A BRAND NEW BRUISE ON HIS FACE]
Akechi-- shit, hold still, you're bleeding. . .!
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Predictably, he hisses in pain, recoiling.]
I— What? [Still a little out of it, even as the panic starts to ebb way once he registers his presence.] Akira...? Where the hell is Luna?
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Out cold. I sat her up next to the door. You were bleeding, so I came to you first. Akechi--
[he opens his eyes again, gaze narrowed]
What the hell happened?
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Well, then.
The pain is still there, of course. But the panic, the shock and the confusion fizzle into nothing... Only to be replaced by a low, simmering anger, filled with vitriol and disdain once he glances towards the door frame and catches a glimpse of her.]
Get her out of here.
[Tersely, pushed through the pain. He is absolutely still bleeding, but he moves to push himself back to his feet. That is not an answer to Akira's question.]
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Sit down. You're bleeding.
[THIS IS JOKER VOICE]
Tell me what happened, let me clean you up, and then I'll help her out of here.
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Stop. [IRRITATED. Stop telling him what to do, stop using that voice, stop feeling things in general!!] I can take care of myself. The only thing you have to do is—
[—something. Probably involving fucking off with Luna's unconscious self. Though Akechi won't be finishing that sentence, proving Akira's point when he cuts himself off with a hiss of pain after trying to shift around enough to look at his side. It definitely feels like something is stabbing into his ribcage, which is pleasant.
This is fine.]
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[Akira inhales sharply, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes go wide with the sensation. there's a moment of silence, and then]
[SORRY AKECHI IS JUST. . . going to be trying to lift up the shirt to look at the injury on Akechi's side]
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SHOVES HIM
AND IMMEDIATELY REGRETS IT
THAT HURTS!!]
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Akechi-- [reaching for the peroxide again. . . there's a flash of frustrated anger, of helplessness, of fierce protectiveness, of-- of. . . of guilt??]
For once in your goddamned life can you let me help you?!
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Except, hm. He does stop. Or, perhaps, it would be more accurate to say that he freezes up as those emotions hit him like a truck. There's a flash of shock, confusion... and anger, which rapidly overtakes everything else. Because what the fuck is he supposed to do with that?
Again, he tries to push himself up despite the pain, vitriol all over his face.]
Shut up. [GRITTING HIS TEETH.] Shut up, shut up! I don't need your damn pity!
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[HOW IS LUNA SLEEPING THROUGH ALL OF THIS?? there's a flare of rejection at the idea of what he feels being pity, and the guilt, the frustrated helplessness, it all intensifies]
[he grabs Akechi's shoulders to push him down again]
And don't try to pretend like it is because you know that it's not!
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It hurts.
From the doorway, Luna shudders, slowly flickering back to life.]
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Akira's guilt and frustration intensifies, and so does Akechi's anger. A certain sense of revulsion and disdain start to set in, like he doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to know about any of this. He wants to get the fuck out of Akira's head! So he opens his mouth. Gets ready to pour more gasoline over whatever the hell they are, because Akira fails to understand that Akechi should just be left alone.
But the words never make it out of his mouth. The migraine and the noise and the pain and the nausea make their triumphant return, and everything is consumed by the need to just make it stop. Once again, he clutches at his head with one hand, eyes squeezing shut as a choked groan forces its way out through gritted teeth. Akira won't even have to force him back down; Akechi will do that all on his own, his already battered legs giving out.
This is fine.]
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[Akira has had minor links with other mansion residents throughout the week, but his link with Akechi has been-- consistently-- the strongest. the migraine and the noise and the pain and the nausea don't take long to filter from Akechi to Akira, and the mixture of unpleasant sensations strike him like a damn truck, sending his whole world reeling in a dizzy blurr]
Fuck.
[Akira curses as he rocks back, hands shooting to either side of his head, eyes slipping shut so the room stops spinning, so his gut stops churning, so his temples stop aching. somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears Luna shuddering, processes that this pain may be coming from her. somehow, he manages to choke out her name, hoarse and strained--]
Luna. . .?
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