Yukimura Keiko (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
niceskirts) wrote2017-03-20 07:25 am
niceskirts) wrote2017-03-20 07:25 am
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ACTION;
Keiko stares at the back of Yusuke's head like she'd bore holes through his skull just to scan his brain. What's his problem? He couldn't be more obvious if he stuck a Post-it Note to his own back saying interrogate me; not to her.
They did more than talk, Yusuke and Kurama. That has to be it, because nothing else she said could draw a reaction like that. Or maybe they talked, but something they talked about went beyond a simple, "Hey, bro, I'm back." And it's something Yusuke wants to keep from her. Again. Again, he's drawing a line between his world and hers--no. He's building a wall, starting right here with the hunch of his shoulders and the line of his back.
Keiko's mouth forms a line as she considers the best way to get around it.]
Yes. Both of them. I'm still trying to come up with a way to thank them properly, but...
[Sometimes, the best way around a wall is over it. She releases a huff of a breath, then darts in front of him again so she can turn and look him in the face. Don't even try to give her such a weak runaround, boy.]
Did you two get in a fight? You and Kurama. Don't play dumb with me, Yusuke.
ACTION;
Don't play dumb with me, Yusuke, she says, and it sounds like an accusation. He hasn't even said anything yet, and he already feels like she's staring at him as if he's done something wrong! Which he... has, but she doesn't know that, not yet, and fuck, why does his mouth taste weird? Why do his hands always have to sweat so damn much when he feels like this?
It's been a long time since he and Keiko were small and his fears and insecurities showed plainly on his face like a glowing red-lettered “kick me” sign; a long, long time since anger wasn't his first defense against feeling trapped and helpless and desperate. So of course he glares at her and looks irritable and exasperated even though she hasn't done anything wrong; of course he snaps at her like a cornered animal instead of just talking to her. It doesn't feel good, but it feels safe.]
Already you're nagging me! What is it, you can't go an hour without barking up my ass about something? No, we're fine.
[It isn't a lie. It isn't a lie. The decision he and Kurama made about their... thing, it was mutual, so they're fine.]
ACTION;
I wouldn't have to nag if for once you'd just--ugh!
[Keiko whips around again and keeps walking, anger coiled tight in the space between her shoulders, the dead center of her eyes. She does it out of disgust and frustration--she's no martyr, she has no higher calling to cool down--but the second Yusuke's out of her line of sight, she remembers: every hit that monster landed on him, tossing him about like a rag doll, and Yusuke wasn't a man, he was just a boy. He was just a kid. Just Yusuke.
Her hands tighten on her elbows. She wrestles her voice into submission.]
Fine. You're fine. I get it. I just wish you'd...
[That was the whole problem back then, wasn't it? The reason Toguro had to kill--had to make Yusuke think he'd killed Kuwabara. Keiko couldn't take anything more, then, couldn't absorb what was happening, but that doesn't mean she couldn't see. Couldn't hear. Wouldn't have those memories to rewind and play through later, staring at the ceiling of a hotel room on a strange, deadly island, or the wall of a guest bedroom at the Luteces'.]
Forget it. I'm just glad you're back in one piece.
ACTION;
He has to tell her. He knows he does, because she deserves to know and he promised her, didn't he, that he would be honest with her about what was going on with him, but then she's saying I'm just glad you're back in one piece and he's. . .
Shit. His hands curl into fists as the sentiment tugs at some small, desperate part of him. He can't do it. He can't tell her, not right now, not after that. It's selfish and cowardly, but it wasn't so long ago that he thought she didn't care. He remembers how badly that sucked, caring so much about her and being so certain that she didn't feel the same, and that was when he was too far up his own ass to see that she really did give a damn. Now he knows there's a chance she really will want him out of her hair for good after he tells her what he did, and he just–
He wants to hold onto this. Just for a little while longer, dammit. He realizes, dimly, that this must've been how Kurama felt the day he came back. Wanting to feel wanted before the other shoe was dropped.]
… Kurama told me you've been to the tournament.
[He says gruffly as he falls into step beside her. It didn't take terribly long for him to catch up to her: just enough time for him to tell himself that if he's going to punk out, he should at least try to salvage some of his dignity by not letting on that he's all fucked up about it. And to his credit, he's managing, albeit only because the sullenness in his expression can easily be interpreted as him sulking about their argument.]
ACTION;
Still, it's a moment before she answers.]
Yeah.
[Her tone is serious--she's not the one who needs to make light of a situation to get through it--but she tries not to let it come out foreboding, either. After all, in the end, Yusuke won. She doesn't want him to think he can't do it. That he can't pull through. So Keiko speaks seriously, but she's not so serious she can't hold onto her ire, either.
Breathe in. She holds her head up and continues, still petulantly not looking at him.]
He told me... [No. Man up, Yukimura. Just because you're too weak for Yusuke to ever tell you anything doesn't mean you have to admit it. She releases a breath.] We decided that I shouldn't tell you guys about it in case it messes things up. So don't even ask.