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(Yuma)
how can my bones crush me if I don’t have any in the first place. Is there a way to replicate that in this body.
These dark thought are all consuming any want to live that held inside him. For what light can he turns towards when there is only darkness by his feet and eye..
Jim was now running desperately for Yuma, something shifted BADLY and if he didn’t stopped it then he would be the one to see the destruction of his body with his very eyes.
The only thing stoping Yuma from dying is his fathers ring, the very thing that can be removed by his very own will to die. But then what would happen to replica.
That single though stops him, long enough for jin to catch up, but too slow to make it in time if he still chooses to go with it.
Will he go with it? It was his original plan, go to the neighborhood and die the same way his father did. Something replica tried so hard to prevent, if replica was here well this wouldn’t be something he would even think about. Yuma will simply wait for his time to come, neither trying to stop it or putting a stop to it himself.
Yuma!! A distanced cry echos through the night vail.
Yuma!! Again the voice cry’s out, but at this point he can barely register the voice it belongs too, his name was barely heard.
Jin was running towards Yuma, crying for his attention. If he can hug him, make him turn to him maybe just maybe he would have a slim chance. And Jin was all about slim chances.
So one last time, he cry’s his name out, “Yuma!!”
Just as he was about to start to move his ring. Yuma looked up.
To find a person running desperately for him, how long has it been since he last seen someone do that for him. He ran desperately for osamu, just like osamu ran for Chika. But for him? Half alive, and broken? Why.
How could someone run for someone he made feel guilty, when he wished all he said was lies. Even when it hurts even more when he knew it wasn’t. Because Jin wouldn’t lie to him not about this, not about him.
Perhaps Yuma was acting a child, once again stuck this time however he had someone. That in itself was a terrible thought, the last person he thought about was dead. No body to recover dust blending with the air. There is no telling he won’t be dust in the future, Yuma couldn’t see the future there was no telling what would happen.
Jin could, he thought distantly and he knew if Jin saw it as the best future he would do it with out hesitation. Because Jin was a lot like him in that regard neither cared about themselves over others.
At this time Jin was catching up face was unclear to Yuma unciphering , however to anyone else it was a face of desperation.
Yuma was all he thought, for how could he argue with his student when he was already drove to an unstable place.
Jin knew his words were the only thing at this point that could save or kill him. And any other sentences he saw never came out as wanted. He needed something, that will make yuma understand. He didn’t wish to see a blank face, nor the drop of a body.
You are wanted. Was all he could think of. No long speech no blabbering no lie no complex meaning. Just a clear message you are wanted, you are needed, even if you don’t know you make someone smile when they see you no matter how distant,they see you. Just because, there is no reason why you are. So please live.
Silence persists through the night, a respond has not been heard. No change, of course. Jin was going blind, something he haven’t done ever, he felt like a child hoping his actions will save his mother, his teacher. At the time he didn’t understand his side effect, this time he hopes he understood it better, that he have a chance.
A drop of a body was heard, later shallow breathing. It’s over.