You just lie spread to the wall

[secondhandeye]

The sense of self is such a strange thing.

It's so much stranger when it breaks. When you have too many identities in your head. Bit of pieces here and there, and no way to be sure which one was real, which belonged to you. Memories being split open, remade, deleted, seen from two points of view, or three, or four...

It can do strange things to a man.

Time moves strange when something twined in your nerves is aware of the very ages of it's atoms, when it's so much deeper and bigger than human's were suppose to ever be able to understand. When it buzzes it's inhuman voice, not even a voice, just will pulsing through your veins to do, to hurt, to kill. It's easy to lose track of the years.

Years that weren't suppose to happen anyway.

He had no idea how long it had been, besides a vague concepts of 'some years' but 'not to many years.' The tree kept them looking younger, didn't it? Healthier. It did nothing but add to the sense of timelessness. Another way top get lost in the city. A pair of sunglasses, and he was just a young man in black, traveling the seas of flesh that made up Tokyo.

But something was tightening. Something was changing. It was the feeling of the hunt, but more somehow, almost painful. Something was pulling, ready to snap.

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[confusedlittlebird]

Kamui was drifting, there was really no other word for it. Ever since he had failed to save Fuuma, or Kotori, or any of them. The futile reminder that he had, in fact, saved the world was really little comfort.

He had finished school, barely, started college, temporarily, then decided that his life was best lived with as little effort as possible. So now he spent most of his time trying to be as invisible as possible.

Walking home from work was possibly the least favorite part of his day, there were so many people rushing about, something about it always made his feel so small. Suddenly a face in the crowd walking towards him struck him, knocking the air from his lungs.

"Subaru?" The words were out of his mouth before It registered to him that he was even speaking, and something in him regretted it instantly. He hadn't seen Subaru since he had left to fight for the other Kamui, his mind had assumed him dead, while his heart had hoped otherwise.

[secondhandeye]

It was like something in him snapped, sharp and painful, the break reverberating through him.

Pulled forward, he walked towards the boy (man?) quickly, cutting through the crowd with an uncanny ease, the path parting before him.

And when he reached him he didn't stop, grabbing his wrist tightly, pulling him against him and then through the crowd. The people streamed past without seeing them, moving out of the way subconsciously.