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[fortunefail]

[It hadn't taken long for Yuan to notice she was gone. Despite that he'd secured a safe place for her and Cooro to stay, she'd vanished in the chaos. Whatever personal belongings were still left in their ruined house had disappeared as well. All that was left were her last messages, etched into the wall of her room. Not that he cared much what they said.

It wasn't the work of Yazoo, or any other murderous resident he'd been trying to protect her from. It wasn't the work of one of the many demons and spirits that'd invaded the village these past few days. It was the inevitable fate that she'd met twice before. To think this happened only shortly after it literally started raining demons and Summon Spirits... Well, at least she wouldn't have to face all this destruction.

Time to let people know, then.]

[Written]

To anyone who was acquainted with Martel, she's been sent home.

[That's all he's willing to write. His message may go unnoticed in the midst of all this chaos, but at least he's fulfilled his obligation. If anyone needs him, he'll be inside the ruins of their old house. You know, the one that sank partly into a tunnel and then caught fire because of the electrical wires. Not a particularly safe place to be, but at least he won't be bothered by too many people here. That is, unless they know where to find him. There's a female summon spirit standing guard outside. Good luck getting past her.]

Comments

[fortunefail]

[What, did Zoisite think Celsius was lying? Yuan's hidden himself in stranger places, really.]

What's it to you?

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[He was more or less hoping that Yuan would have enough sense not to lock himself in there.]

Do you really have to ask? [You're my friend, dumbass.]

[fortunefail]

[It's not still burning or anything. It's just a dusty, soothy wreckage. And it was his home for the past two and a half years.]

I don't need your pity. [That's what he sees it as, even if Zoisite is his friend. People are feeling sorry for him and he refuses to let them.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

I don't pity. [doesn't matter, get the hell out of that thing before it falls on you.]

[fortunefail]

[He'll risk it, kthanx.] Then leave.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

I can only stay if I pity you? [He'll stay and keep guard if he has to.]

[fortunefail]

No, you can't stay at all. Learn to listen.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

I'm not leaving you here to get crushed.

[fortunefail]

[Scoff.] Don't be ridiculous.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Look at that building! It's not safe!

[fortunefail]

It doesn't matter!

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Like hell it doesn't!

[fortunefail]

You and I both know you don't really care! Just stop pretending and leave!

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[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

What makes you think I don't care?!

[fortunefail]

I've known you longer than today. You don't care about anyone but yourself or your precious master.

[He wouldn't be saying these things if Zoisite hadn't caught him on a bad day, but he does believe it's true.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[Do not bring Kunzite into this, man.]

If I didn't care I wouldn't have come out here in all this chaos to find you!

[fortunefail]

Don't make me laugh! You came to gloat and nothing more.

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

Do you see me gloating?

[fortunefail]

No, I see you bothering me. [Which is just as bad, if not worse.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[Caring about people is hard.]

If you get away from that mess until it rebuilds itself, I'll never bother you again.

[fortunefail]

You must be thicker than I thought if you can't even grasp one simple concept.

[No, seriously, he's getting pissed off. If Zoisite keeps this up, he'll resort to violence.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

No thicker than the man who won't listen to reason.

[No one ever said the little ratfink picked his battles wisely.]

[fortunefail]

[An orb of lightning crackles in the palm of Yuan's hand, and he directs it towards Zoisite's face. Celsius is looking riled up as well, assuming her offensive stance again.]

I'm telling you one last time to go away.

[A seraph and a summon spirit versus a shitennou and his three youma lackeys. This can only end in disaster.]

[nottanzanite.livejournal.com]

[That crystal sword is out and deflecting the blast. Zoisite may not be as strong as Nephrite or as magically gifted as Kunzite, but he's one fast little bugger.]

I won't.

[The girls are as ready for a brawl as their master is.]