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All the honey that's running is blood due
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot
neverquitedies wrote in adstrngndumlog
Characters: Yuca Collabel and Kurotsuchi Mayuri
When: Backdated to the event
Where: Kurotsuchi's lab
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The event hits, and both of the scientists fortify the lab and try to protect one another.


Yuca swallowed hard as he glanced out the window, his eyes on the sky. In the past few days, he'd been watching, trying to judge if it would end, or if it would be the end. Either way, he found that he didn't particularly mind- if everything ended, then he would end too, and that was good enough for him.

Still. He wasn't sure how he felt about leaving Kurotsuchi to his death. It wasn't a particularly unpleasant thought, and yet, it still gave him pause.

He glanced behind him toward the scientist, biting his lip.

"The fire's getting worse. I don't know if our roof can hold out for the rest of the day."

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Waking up meant pain and darkness and confusion- though among it was the sick realization that he had died, that he was already in the process of dying again- senses choking on smoke and blood and heat.

A reflexive breath brought a choking cough, but a little air; something of a lung had healed, but it was fragile, still full of liquid. And as he fought- just a bit, to move- wounds oozed with more force. But there was a weight on him, he needed to get free; Kurotsuchi pushed awkwardly at it, only recognizing it as Yuca's body at the same moment he realized he could no longer feel the other's soul.

Kurotsuchi half-crouched against the wall, covered in blood and other fluid, barely conscious, still not entirely free of glass and metal- and he stared at Yuca's body, and for the first time felt panic.

Without thinking, he moved, falling next to him- and there went the ability to breathe again, and he nearly passed out again, outright- but his hands found the pole in the other's chest, and started pulling. Fingers scratched and dragged on metal, bruised and frantic, trying to gather any strength at all to free it. When he finally couldn't see, pain detached from him and fading, an unthinking despair remained, a nearly animalistic cry twisting his throat as he shuddered and died again.

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