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streetwalkers2012-09-17 02:03 am
didnteventry) wrote in streetwalkers2012-09-17 02:03 amTRAINWRECK AU MASTER POST
[FOR THIS THING YEAH.]
didnteventry) wrote in streetwalkers2012-09-17 02:03 am
GOOD END. (???????)
it's been some time since the fifth war ended. some time since uncle kariya had passed away. after that, shinji found the house to be even more exhausting than usual. without kariya, that room went unregulated but not uninhabited. it was full of stragglers, still subsisting off excess prana. maybe even consuming one another for the sake of living longer.
thinking about it made shinji want to vomit.
sometimes he did.
it would only be a matter of time before they became more aggressive, wouldn't it? they would begin to actively seek out a new source. they had never needed to before, under the command of zouken or kariya they'd always been taken care of. shinji, for the most part, had chosen to pretend they didn't exist. getting stuck on that path of thought only resulted in the sort of freak outs that required copious amounts of nicotine, and shirou wasn't the most reliable errand boy when stock was low.
today had started out on a relatively positive note.
shirou had woken him up to breakfast and shinji had seen him off to another one of his part-time jobs.
he had even managed to open a window or two, with the intent of attempting some cleaning. it was just as he had located the broom that he also found it.
are they finally getting restless?
oh, fuck no.
shinji drops everything
but grabs the cigarettes.
there was only one logical thing to do in this sort of situation.
standing several yards away from the matou compound, shinji quietly watches it all burn down, cigarette butts littered around his feet. ]
GOOD END!!!!
It would feel too good. It was something Kotomine Shirou would have done without second thought.
He didn't ask.
Instead, he cleaned around the door, gaze pointed down, or up, or to the side as he vacuumed, as though looking at it for too long would call forth the things that, doubtless, were still inside.
Sometimes, for just a moment, Shinji would seem nervous, would glance anxiously to the door, would suddenly declare he needed to go outside for a cigarette. Shirou would always frown, always consider asking, always decide that those were Shinji's demons to confront.
Now it occurs to him that, maybe, he should have done something sooner.
The first warning was the smoke, a black, billowing cloud that he could see in the distance as he walked home. Then there was the soot and the smell, hanging in the air as he drew closer. He broke into a run, then, assuming a fire, assuming trouble, not even thinking that he would end up sprinting straight up the street and to the Matou house.]
Shinji! What happened?! Are you hurt?!
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he couldn't think of a better way to get rid of them, honestly. and as shinji watched the structure of his home crackle and eventually cave in, deafening crackling sounds shooting over the hills surrounding it, shinji thinks that he feels much lighter now.
it's been burning for an hour already.
still not enough. he wants to watch the whole thing.
he needs to know that everything is destroyed and dead.
he registers the sound of shirou approaching a little late, turning to greet him with a properly.
though his frame was tense and his hands were twitching, he wore an eerily calm smile.
look shirou, i did a good thing. ]
Mm? Shirou.
This is the most effective way to get rid of them, don't you think?
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[He hears the crack of wood and instinctively, he steps in front of Shinji to shield him from--
From--
From what the fuck ever. The fire, he supposes, though now he realizes they're far away enough. Still, he's anxious - he and fire have never mixed well.]
--You set the house on fire?!
[Shirou can't say he blames Shinji - no one liked the old estate. Not really.
But the vacuum cleaner is toast now, along with the kitchen, all the books in the library, everything. Even if no one was hurt, he can't dismiss the feeling that this was insane.]
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It couldn't be helped.
I found one of them in the east wing.
[ he flicks the half finished cigarette downward and stamps it out, looking disgusted. ]
So it had to go, you understand?
[ it was the worms' house anyway, not theirs.
they'd taken it. if he'd found one in a place it didn't belong, who was to say there weren't more? spread all over the manor? shinji knows what they do to men. the worms would sneak in unnoticed, then feast on their brainstems and destroy their insides. they had to be destroyed. ]
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[Of course not. Absolutely not. They would eat everything, they could reduce someone to a smear on the sidewalk. Nothing left but scraps of flesh and blood. And oh, he'd always wondered what a corpse looked like, being consumed from the inside out and--
And he has to put the breaks on in his brain.
Focus on Shinji. Because it's just the two of them again, like it's sort of always been, but maybe weirder now and more uncertain. And maybe he could worry about himself more, or about those terrible habits of his that still linger, or about remembering what kind of vacuum they had anyways, but instead he punctuates his sentence with a nervous laugh and slumps against Shinji]
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Ah, Shirou.
[ his attention is fully diverted, making sure that he's stable enough in his stance that he can support the other. brow furrowing, he brings an arm around his shoulder and holds him steady. ]
It'll be better out of there, anyway...
I promise.
[ kariya had done well to prepare things for the event of his death.
for everything they had lacked in their childhood, they at least were financially taken care of.
even in the event of a surprise house fire. ]