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Game Over [closed!]

Who: Yuzuru Otonashi (

timelessheart) and Hideki Hinata (

ceilingfan)
What: The events leading to death
When: The early nightfall of Day 130 and Early 131
Where: From Sigyn to all around Asgard... until they get blocked in somewhere.
Rating: PG-13 for possible swearing and maybe graphic description of wounds? I will edit as necessary, as always!

Medical interns almost always have a certain look to them. Dark circles under the eyes, ragged hair after hours of consistent work, a constantly rumbling stomach as they forego their lunches in favor of saving money...

Yuzuru Otonashi was not quite a medical intern, but he fit the part that morning. The anxiety piled on top of it had done him no favors. The teenager looked terrible; the steady stream of wounded travelers appeared to have no end in sight, either. When the sun finally rose that morning, he shook his empty coffee cup for the hundredth time, groaning in disapproval. And after lending out his flashlight to someone who had insisted on wandering back out... he needed to go out and get some air.

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Hinata had been helping out as much he could, but not knowing how to use his power and being sort of a nuisance in delicate situations left him sitting in the crowded lobby of the hospital. It was too dangerous to go out, but the injured kept pouring in. He managed to grab little bits of sleep here and there, but nothing close to what he needed.

He'd taken off his jacket, rolling it up in a ball to use it as a makeshift pillow. It sort of worked, but not really well enough for him to be rested. After a miserable night of hearing distant screams and nearby whimpers, he couldn't attempt sleep anymore.

The sun brought relief. He considered going back to his room at Freya and getting in a good nap, until he saw the exhausted redhead walking out the doors.

"Otonashi!" He scrambled up from his spot on the floor, tucking his jacket under his arm and chasing the other boy down.

From the looks of things, they fared about the same as far as sleep went, but Otonashi had been working harder. He offered a sympathetic smile.

"Want to go look for breakfast with me? I bet we could find some nicer coffee..!"

At the sound of his name, he glanced sidelong over his shoulder, prepared to have to do another splint or bandage a seeping wound. Though he saw Hinata, his mouth went off before he could process Hinata.

"Stay calm, do you feel nauseaous at a-- oh." He jammed his forehead into his palm, ruffling up his own bangs. Once he regained composure, he gave his fellow SSS member a relieved smile.

"Yeah... I'd like that a lot. We have to stop for another flashlight, too... I gave mine to one of the girls."

He moved a hand to Otonashi's shoulder, patting it sympathetically.

"You need a break."

He draped his arm around the exhausted redhead's shoulder, tugging him towards the door.

"Where do you think there would be food?" He looked thoughtful, sniffing the air with his ttenage boy food finding abilities. "...Maybe there's a bakery nearby!"

The redhead nodded, his shoulders sinking under Hinata's arm. He took a step closer to the blue-haired teenager to make the gesture more comfortable for both of them and removed the mangled remains of his tan coat.

"Uhh... there's always the welcome halls." The slurred, slow-paced words gave him the appropriate accent of a sleepless man.

"I, uh, I got a few tips..! We can look for a bake... A barke... hnngh, a bakery."

He rubbed the side of his head with his fingers, digging them into his temple. The previous night's hefty lady (man? almost lady?) induced headache persisted.

"I think there's at least a cheap restaurant or two... There's one run by the gray NPC people over there." He lethargically dragged his hand up, indicating a small building tucked between two other businesses.

"Do you think the natives would give us free food if we asked really nicely?"

Otonashi was a hot mess. It was up to Hinata to save the day! He began dragging Otonashi down the street to the restaurant in question. Pulling him inside and forcing him to sit in a booth.

It looked like any mom and pop diner you'd find in a small town, except mom and pop were faceless grey people. That was only mildly more distressing than the usual fare of toothless middle-aged waitresses that smelled like cigarettes and shattered dreams.

"Can we get two coffees and some menus?" The grey lady, who was really only missing a pockmarked face that told the story of a loveless marriage and failure, shuffled off to get what he'd asked for.

"U-uh... maybe."

It took him a moment to process the implications of Hinata's question. As soon as he had though, he shook his head.

"No! We're not going to bum food off of them."

That said, he didn't have the energy to defy Hinata. At current, the redhead would be the most perfect, tired lump of a pillow. As soon as they were seated, Otonashi let his head hit the table.

"You ordered coffees, right..?" Yes, yes he had.

When the waitress waddled back, she slapped down the two menus and a pot of coffee. The redhead perked up, looking up to her with those painfully bloodshot eyes.

Seeing her miserable expression touched an empathetic part of him. Her minimum-wage job reminded him of... a darker time as well.

Hinata's parents took care of him. His life was SO HARD, losing a baseball game was the worst thing that had ever happened to him.

Wow. What a weenie.

Therefore, he didn't think too hard about the miserable waitress, instead taking a moment to dump all kinds of cream and sugar into his own cup, pretty much getting it everywhere, especially when he started stirring it.

Finally, he deemed it worthy of his mouth, going to take a huge sip... and finding out he'd used salt instead of sugar. He screamed and spat out the coffee in question, accidentally throwing the mug across the diner as he dove for a glass of water.

Otonashi was perfectly happy to add almost reasonable amounts of cream to his coffee. Naturally, he was a lot slower than Hinata to do just about anything, so just when he went to sip off of it...

... a coffee mug went flying past him and into the wall, shattering everywhere.

The staff members all stared at their table. In a flash, the redhead was kneeling by the broken remains of ceramic and salty coffee, trying to clean up the larger bits while apologizing profusely to everyone who had seen.

Which was of course literally everyone.

"I'm sorry! We're tired! The darkness has kept us all up at night, and he's already died, can you believe that?! H-his body is all better, but his brain's still recovering! We're idiots, don't mind us, no problem here! We'll just share my coffee!"

After he had at least somewhat deflected the situation and assisted the waitress in cleanup, he slumped back down into his seat, giving Hinata a look.

"D-did you have to THROW it? I'm awake now...!"

Edited 2012-08-25 18:52 (UTC)

Hinata was used to Otonashi handling bad situations at this point, so he let the redhead do his thing, tracing lines through all the salt he'd left on the table.

By the time Otonashi returned to the table, Hinata would be pouting at him. "It was an accident! And I'm not an idiot, I was surprised!" He tried to defend himself, but there was absolutely NO NEED for such a strong reaction.

Although now the waitress kept giving them looks.

He buried his face in the menu, trying to decide what he should get. A bacon cheese heart-attack omelette? Hot damn!

Edited 2012-08-25 21:46 (UTC)

"I said we were both idiots!" The redhead corrected, as if that statement was the only thing to be upset about.

He flipped through his own menu, rubbing at his eyes as the words blurred and swirled together on the page. Eventually, he resigned to his inability to make sense of some of the more fancy-sounding food items. "Maybe I'll just get pancakes or something... If the waitress ever comes back."

Otonashi saw her buzzing around in the background, specifically avoiding their table until other customers were served. Defeated, he let his head slam back onto the table.

Oh! Hinata saw an opening to be helpful!

"EXCUSE ME HE WOULD LIKE PANCAKES AND I WOULD LIKE THE CHEESY BACON OMELETTE DELUXE THANK YOU!!!"

As everyone in the diner immediately turned too look at them, Hinata was looking at Otonashi with big bright eyes, waiting for praise.

The grizzled old waitress took her sweet time going back to the kitchen to put in their order. At this rate it would be into the afternoon before they got their food!

Oh no.

"H-HINATA!"

He jerked upright and turned to their audience, his arms flailing wildly as he tried to quell some of the angered stares.

"A-HA! Take your time with that! See, we've just had SUCH a horrible week, it's just terrible really! He's really hungry and you know how people get! U-uh he's got low blood sugar! T-that's why he needed that coffee so sugary, he got so excited and he's not feeling well, but don't worry about it because I am ON IT!"

He choked, slowly dipping more into a panic.

He ran over to Hinata, placing a hand on his forehead to mimic a temperature check.

"He's very feverish! Maybe we could get a glass of water, he needs to keep hydrated! He doesn't need the deluxe, haha, he just wants some comfort food for his sickness, it can just be a small size! I've got it under control..!"

Everyone just stared at him. One particularly gruff old NPC threw a sopping wad of bacon at him, which hit him directly in the cheek. Eww.

His face fell.

"Th-that wasn't necessary..!"

Sorry, Hinata: no praise here.

"What..?"

Hinata couldn't fathom why Otonashi was snapping at him. He got the waitress to take their order, hadn't he?

"I'm fine! I don't have a fever!" He defended, a bit more loudly than Otonashi would have liked, totally ruining that line of defense.

"Hey! Don't throw bacon at my friend!" He snapped at the NPC, jumping over the table to deliver DIVINE RETRIBUTION to the grey person in question.

...By taking the orange juice he was enjoying and dumping it on his stupid grey head.

"Hah! See if you throw bacon at anyone el-" And then Hinata had a face-full of a plate of bacon grease and scrambled eggs.

"Y-yes you do, Hinata..." Otonashi insisted, his face losing its color as he wiped off the sticky bacon sludge. He cringed, watching helplessly as the plate of half-eaten food rose up to meet Hinata directly in the face.

The husky man abandoned his chair, towering over the teenaged boys. The redhead stepped in front of his loud breakfast companion, trying to separate him from the furious NPC.

"Haha... we were just about to sit down! He's got low... blood... sugar."

The man took this opportunity to dump his ice water down Otonashi's shirt, causing the redhead to temporarily seize up and stop trying to defend his loudmouthed friend. That taken care of, he turned to Hinata, wielding the ketchup.

"You're both really annoyin'," he affirmed; thankfully he sounded like an average, everyday NPC, not a Taken. With his piece spoken, he squirted the ketchup directly into Hinata's excitable face.

Edited 2012-08-27 02:36 (UTC)

Oh dear. Hinata puffed out his chest and tried to look menacing, which only somewhat worked because they were Japanese and therefore shorter in stature than the large, apparently nordic, man before them.

As the ice water was dumped down Otonashi's shirt, he went into full on rage mode, preparing his limit break with a yell... Only for ketchup to fly into his open mouth. Surprise prompted him to cough, but once he realized what it was, he began licking it off his face.

"YEAH, well..." Hinata paused to come up with a reasonable comeback. "...yeah!" Wow, good job, Hinata.

He grabbed the NPC's shirt, wiping away the remaining ketchup from his face with it, which only served to anger the hefty man more for some reason.

Before they knew it, the big bulky man was trying to shove them out the door.

Edited 2012-08-27 11:20 (UTC)

With everyone against them in this war over the breakfast club, the two boys found themselves at a distinct disadvantage. Some of the more bland, emotionless gray folk looked on in vague interest, but no one made an effort to offer assistance.

"Wait!" Otonashi cried, trying to push back against the much more built NPC. "Can't I at least pay for our drinks?!" When the man stopped pushing, the redhead shivered in his spot, half tempted to remove his soaked, freezing shirt.

"It's on the house, traveler."

With that, the NPC made to grab both boys and moved them outside, dropping them none-too-gently in the dirt.

Hinata picked himself off the ground, dusting his butt off as the man lumbered back inside, monochrome adult-acne and all.

"We don't need this place! Come on, Otonashi!" He truthfully felt bad, not able to shake the feeling that this was somehow his fault. To make up for it, he led the way down the street, looking for another breakfast joint.

Of course, they'd wasted an absurd amount of time doing that, so the sun was high in the sky.

"Ahh... What about this place?" Hinata asked, pointing to what looked to be a pastry shop.

Yeah, somehow.

The redhead stood up and immediately crossed his arms tightly, shaking. A mostly melted piece of ice fell from his soaked shirt. If nothing else, Yuzuru was wide awake now.

"Buh... but m-maybe w-we should just go to a... a w-welcome hall." One could almost hear his teeth chattering. Defeated, he started shedding his damp jacket mid-transit. His white dress shirt and tie were completely drenched in ice water, and the shirt itself looked befitting to someone who had returned from a battle field.

A large, dried blood stain smeared across the front around a prominent hole in it. His jacket had been buttoned for a reason.

"Unless y-you just w-want to get two pastries..." He shivered, forcing out the rest of his thought in a single breath. "... totakeback."

Edited 2012-08-31 17:15 (UTC)

"Otonashi, what happened to your shirt?" He asked, for some reason focusing on the fact that the part of it that remained white had become borderline-transparent with the addition of water.

Abruptly, he reached over, starting to unbutton the redhead's shirt in the middle of the street. "You'll catch a cold like that!" He defended, once again not realized just how gay it was that he was undressing a grown man in the middle of the street in broad daylight...

How curious, was the sun already starting to set? It was barely the afternoon! How could that be..?

If they looked, they'd find that the owners of the bakery had begun boarding it up. Didn't look like they would be getting any pastries today.

"Um... Should we go inside?" Hinata asked the partially naked boy in front of him.

"That guy poured--" Oh, the blood? He shook his head. "Th-the other night, a corrupt NPC with a knife, uh... stabbed me."

There was no feasible way to make that situation sound better, and even if there was, Hideki's insistence on stripping the soaked Yuzuru down tore any attention away from an old injury.

"W-what are you..?! You can't just take my shirt off!" Unfortunately, shaky hands didn't make for the best dexterity. He slumped as his shirt hung open.

"Maybe... I-it can't be th-that late, can it?" He continued to shiver, taking to rubbing his arms for warmth. "It looks like l-late afternoon..."

Tugging Otonashi's shirt open more revealed no stab wound. What gives?

"You sure?" Not really something you get confused about Hinata.

Regardless, he reached to poke the spot of the redhead's abdomen where the bloodstained portion of the shirt had been. Nope. No stab wound here, boss.

The sun was setting. Eerily fast, too.

"O-Otonashi... Let's go somewhere..?" Hinata fumbled in his jacket for a moment, taking out his handgun, making sure it was loaded and the safety was off.

If Otonashi didn't seem interested in moving fast enough, Hinata would start dragging him down the street, looking for a place to hide out.

"Wait-!" He covered his exposed stomach with his hands. "I don't want everyone to look! I got the injury healed, y-you won't see it. The wound was in a bad place, it probably would have..."

Yuzuru knew it would have been enough to kill him without fast treatment. Like anyone else, he kinda needed his intestines to be intact; the wound would be cutting pretty close to his pancreas, if he had that right. Perforations in the intestines usually meant some filthy infections too, and that would be an invasive thing to fix...

He visibly spaced out as he stood there, shivering. It wasn't helping his nerves to consider the science of a moot injury, but therein lies the downside to actually knowing how bad a wound is instead of being ignorant.

It was Hinata's tugging and prodding that brought Otonashi back down to earth. Asgard. Whatever.

"O-oh, where's the nearest... nearest thing?" The redhead is just so exhausted. He might have felt wide awake then, but his body disagreed.

"Why not? Your chest isn't bad." Hinata.

At the request for somewhere to hide, he pulled out his map, fumbling around with it.

"Oh boy, a carnival!" They were close enough to see the rusty red tapestries of Hel down the road, so that would be the closest. "I'll bet we can hide out in like... a batting cage, or maybe a popcorn stand!"

He temporarily forgot that death was imminent, as the sky quickly became red with sunset. He got behind Otonashi, shoving in the direction of Hel, dreaming of cotton candy and happy bunny mascots without any dead bodies or blood involved.

Edited 2012-09-02 16:55 (UTC)

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