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 Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 10:16 pm
This was fine. They would both be okay. He just needed to remember to breathe normally. This young man named Elex was injured and needed some medical attention. That was all Yuuri was doing. They were both officers of the Negaverse. Elex was just… curious, or that was what Yuuri told himself. He just wanted to know things about Yuuri because his situation was different than Elex’s.
“It’s no problem,” Yuuri said with a small shake of his head when Elex thanked him for helping him, even though Yuuri had the feeling that the other was much more capable than himself in matters of wound treating. Thankfully, he hadn’t said anything about Yuuri’s lack of skills or knowledge. Yet.
His throat still felt tight with emotion and his hands still shook as he set the bloody towel down and reached for the antibiotic wipes, despite Elex saying it might not do anything.
“I’m sorry, this might sting,” he gently warned, his voice weak as he delicately wiped at the wound. He still hadn’t lifted his eyes to Elex’s yet. He couldn’t bring himself to look at him, even though he knew it was considered rude. He didn’t want the other young man to see any more of his flaws than he already had.
But Elex wasn’t done with his questioning.
Yuuri froze again as he spoke, his heart ready to beat out of his chest. He was just curious, Yuuri reminded himself, although everything he asked made it seem as though he and Lauri were closer than they were. As close as Yuuri would like them to be, but the sinking feeling in his chest reminded him that any bond he had with Lauri was just… most likely… one sided.
Had it been wrong of him to let Elex into the warehouse? Would Lauri actually be mad that Yuuri had opened the doors and let a near stranger in? To use his supplies and ruin his towels?
Did Lauri consider him a near stranger?
No. They weren’t strangers, but it wasn’t what Elex apparently thought. Right?
He wanted to run. He wanted to leave and hide and never show his face to Elex or Lauri or anyone again. It would be even more irresponsible for him to leave Elex there by himself though. More so than he’d already been.
So he couldn’t run. He couldn’t hide. And he couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in his eyes and spilled over without preamble.
It was horrible. That was the answer to Elex’s question. It was horrible, because the knowledge that he was nothing more than an obligatory burden because of Lauri’s loyalty to the pack, and that his lack of usefulness meant that replacing him would be inconvenient but possible. And likely. Since he often had these moments of crippling anxiety that made it impossible for him to formulate anything but negative outcomes to every situation.
Yuuri quickly scrubbed his arm across his eyes and face to try and get rid of the evidence of his inability to keep his emotions in check, but knew it wasn’t very successful. And his hands were still covered in blood, and Elex’s foot still needed to be bandaged, and now he couldn’t breathe and he just wanted to go back to when he’d first heard Faustite get hurt and ignored him so he wouldn’t have to be in this situation in the first place and now he had to worry about Lauri actually being angry with him and maybe telling him that everything before was just to indulge Yuuri to keep him from doing anything he didn’t want him to do and that he actually didn’t want him having access to the warehouse and would stop training him or helping him or having anything to do with him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2018 1:01 pm
And sting it did — Elex inhaled sharply through his nose when the antibiotics began their work, affecting him as they would any other normal teenage boy. But he wore a glamour, played a scam, and in three short hours would know the real effects of the ointment. Maybe he'd never know. Maybe that question would join the leagues of others surrounding his strange biology as medical knowledge lagged.
But that line of unknowns found pause in Yuuri's tears — in the way they escaped his face so frightfully fast, as if they finally found their freedom. Elex's lips pursed and he cast Yuuri a strange look, one that conveyed his own uncertainty about the situation. He cried instead of answering a simple question. That hair-thin weave of commonalities between them snapped at once, the crevace opening wide without twine to wind it shut, and he once again felt like the foreign thing in the room. The influx of the bizarre and impossible that troubled the falsely innocent.
And that falsely innocent was Yuuri, crying all his tears away when his hands knew the costs of life and time. But those tears weren't for broken families. Elex couldn't fathom what they were for.
Yuuri, who was trusted and invited and loved and supported and connected, cried at a question.
Elex reclaimed ownership of his foot quickly, and sought for the bandages scattered next to the other youth. "It was just a question," he muttered, clipped. Fingers tore into a small square of gauze padding, applied it to the sticky antibiotic gel, and later reached for the gauze wrapping to hold it in place. At the end of it, medical tape finished off the quick bandage with liberal tightnes. Was it too much? Gingerly he tested his foot on the concrete, then raised himself to standing. Painful, though not overly so.
I wasted my glamour. The thought came automatically. What a dull surprise.
"But that answers everything." Empty wrappers crumpled up in his hands, and Elex shuffled toward the kitchen heel-toe-toe in search for a trash can. Since Yuuri couldn't answer rudimentary questions, he wouldn't be of any help in this search.
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2018 8:52 pm
Yuuri had no idea what was wrong with him. He knew Elex had asked him a simple question, one that anyone would be curious about since he could come and go as he wanted, and Lauri had helped him on many occasions, and put up with him, and tried to make things easier for him. And Yuuri was just so overwhelmed by feeling like such a burden that he didn’t know what to do and his only reaction was to cry, apparently.
He could hear the irritation and disappointment in Elex’s voice, in the clipped words as he pulled his foot away and finished everything on his own while Yuuri could do nothing but kneel in front of the couch and try to stop himself from blithering like an idiot. He felt like an idiot. He couldn’t blame Elex’s decision to give up on looking to Yuuri for help, as he’d failed to help while he was crying, nor did he disagree with Elex for his observation that Yuuri’s response answered everything for him.
As Elex got up to do whatever it was he planned on doing, Yuuri remained where he was in front of the couch, lowering his forehead to the cushion to rest and try to catch his breath. His heart was beating way too fast, and clutching his hand to his chest did nothing more than get blood on his sweater.
What he really wanted to do was just… let himself collapse into a miserable heap onto the floor, because that was all he was good for, and he was sure Elex realized that as well.
He didn’t. But he wanted to.
If this wasn’t Lauri’s house, and if he hadn’t taken it upon himself to let someone inside and use his supplies, he might have just rolled under the coffee table in a dramatic puddle of distress and self loathing, but he had and he had a responsibility to make sure he took care of his guest.
With more effort than he would have liked to admit, Yuuri pushed himself away from the couch and onto his feet. His legs were shaking, as were his hands, but he managed to collect the soiled towel and bowl with the now pink stained water so he could bring it back to the kitchen.
“Will you be staying for a while to rest?” he asked quietly, his voice weak from crying. He didn’t look at Elex. Instead he just poured the bloody water down the drain, and turned on the water to refill it to clean. He avoided wiping his face any more. Maybe if he pretended like he didn't have to, he wouldn't look so pathetic. Doubtful, but it was worth a shot.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2018 11:28 am
Finding a trash can was a matter of wandering — and checking in every cabinet he could find. Yuuri left his mind in favor of the trash pursuit, where bloodied papers were clutched tighter and tighter into the meat of his palm. Occasionally he paused to check his foot, ever wary of bleeding through his largely-unpracticed first aid attempts, before continuing to prowl the unfamiliar area. Finally he found a receptacle underneath the kitchen sink.
And when he straightened, he was once again addressing the face of ineptitude. The question asked went unanswered at first, as Elex's gaze drifted from Yuuri's tear-sullied countenance down to the mottled, ruddy imprint on the incognito senshi's sweater. When he looked again to Yuuri, his gaze was velvet imperiousness with a spoke of ire.
"No." He answered quietly. Volume almost softened its finality. "Not with you." Not with you, who blubbers like an injured schoolgirl at the first sign of a question. Did you only just realize how spoiled you are, Kamacite? Did you finally grasp the privileges of your position? Or were you dwelling on your position at the bottom of your pack of dogs? Every alpha needs his b***h.
But I prefer the company of men over mongrels. No, I won't stay with you.
He left no room for plea, either — pushing past Yuuri, he rejoined the other space only long enough to regather his shoe and sock, bloodstained as they were. The second skin of false humanity burned away — a waste, he reminded himself bitterly, all for simple access to first aid — and Faustite turned away from the sight. In another moment, the captain sighed as his own smoke overtook him. When it cleared, he was absent.
The warehouse sat as quiet as they found it, but for its now sole occupant.
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