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once upon a dream ( yukari | minato )
Feb. 8th, 2015 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tsundyne[Walking down the train's aisle feels like a chore. It's too quiet, and the atmosphere is suffocating because of it. Her head feels heavy and clouded (which doesn't help), and she doesn't actually remember how she got here. She doesn't even know why she's here, aside from an overly friendly train conductor who'd ushered her on... and maybe that's what pisses her off the most.
Her name is Yukari Takeba. She's a student at Gekkoukan High, and she takes the train to school, but... it isn't like this. It was never like this.
She keeps going. She passes empty seat after empty seat, with no inclination to sit down, no real motivation. Her eyes wander from one side to the other, almost like she's paranoid or... looking, waiting for something. She doesn't know what.
--Until finally, she finds him.
She spots him sitting alone, and his dark blue hair stands out against the dull gray and white.
She remembers, and it hurts. Everything does.
She'd been fighting. She was finally going to be okay... They were finally going to be free.]
It's you. [Her voice is hopeful and lively for the first time, until the rational part of her cuts in. But it can't be.
She'd gone to his funeral. She'd put it behind her. She clenches her fist, almost angry that she'd even let herself entertain the thought...]
This is... probably some messed up dream, right?
Her name is Yukari Takeba. She's a student at Gekkoukan High, and she takes the train to school, but... it isn't like this. It was never like this.
She keeps going. She passes empty seat after empty seat, with no inclination to sit down, no real motivation. Her eyes wander from one side to the other, almost like she's paranoid or... looking, waiting for something. She doesn't know what.
--Until finally, she finds him.
She spots him sitting alone, and his dark blue hair stands out against the dull gray and white.
She remembers, and it hurts. Everything does.
She'd been fighting. She was finally going to be okay... They were finally going to be free.]
It's you. [Her voice is hopeful and lively for the first time, until the rational part of her cuts in. But it can't be.
She'd gone to his funeral. She'd put it behind her. She clenches her fist, almost angry that she'd even let herself entertain the thought...]
This is... probably some messed up dream, right?
