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skerenTitle: Voyage
Summary: It had been a childish fancy.
Note: This was written for HoS, but can stand by itself in a fashion too.
He’d been so stupid. Naïve would have been too kind, because that implied that he didn’t know better. He did. Not only did he know better, but he’d felt the blood on his hands to back up the lesson. To back up what he should have known already.
Yet still he hadn’t thought he would be remembered here. He had thought all his old enemies had faded away into the background where he would never have to deal with them again. It was a childish, stupid fancy that he’d never ever think of again. He knew, logically, that he wasn’t the only one in their home with enemies, but that didn’t stop him from feeling the blame. After his father… that had been another world, a whole other place, and he’d managed to convince himself that there was no possible way that that place could be like here in that way. He’d made himself believe that there was no need to be cautious, to watch for hidden enemies.
He’d been stupid and now they were gone. The home they’d made over the last few years was only so much rubble, charred debris scattered in the path the explosion had taken, and it hadn’t been so long that the smell of burnt ash didn’t linger in the air. They hadn’t been here, and when they’d heard they had hurried back on the first train, but still, it was too late. It had been much too late the moment that he’d convinced Masuta that he didn’t have to go with him, that it could be just him an Al this time.
They’d come back in time to hear Riza pronounced dead, the one that had lasted the longest of the three, since she’d been the furthest from the blast. There was nothing they could do. They couldn’t even properly say goodbye. If they’d caught an earlier train, heard sooner somehow, then they wouldn’t be here, standing where they’d been out on the sidewalk for the last three hours.
Their teacher would be along soon, likely coming to fetch them again. She’d been the one to answer the phone, to tell them that they needed to go home because something had happened. She’d gotten them to the train station, waited with them until the one going home had come in, then told them she’d be along the next day for them.
But they’d still been too late. They shouldn’t have gone at all, or at least not made it into a trip for just the two of them. None of them should have been here or all of them, not just the other three. Not just their older lovers should be dead. They shouldn’t be dead at all. There shouldn’t be a charred husk where the house they’d left two days before had been. The smell in the air should be the result of a failed experiment, not carefully placed bombs. He shouldn’t be fighting back sobs so he could be strong for his little brother as he cried his eyes out.
It was so stupid. So avoidable. But… now him and Al were alone again. They only had each other, no longer having a home to take refuge in with their lovers. It was like stepping back in time. There was a different quest this time though. They would get revenge, and they would start again. They still had each other, just like it always should be. Carefully spinning the revenge that would be inflicted on the person who did this, he hugged his brother closer.
It was just like it used to be.
Summary: It had been a childish fancy.
Note: This was written for HoS, but can stand by itself in a fashion too.
He’d been so stupid. Naïve would have been too kind, because that implied that he didn’t know better. He did. Not only did he know better, but he’d felt the blood on his hands to back up the lesson. To back up what he should have known already.
Yet still he hadn’t thought he would be remembered here. He had thought all his old enemies had faded away into the background where he would never have to deal with them again. It was a childish, stupid fancy that he’d never ever think of again. He knew, logically, that he wasn’t the only one in their home with enemies, but that didn’t stop him from feeling the blame. After his father… that had been another world, a whole other place, and he’d managed to convince himself that there was no possible way that that place could be like here in that way. He’d made himself believe that there was no need to be cautious, to watch for hidden enemies.
He’d been stupid and now they were gone. The home they’d made over the last few years was only so much rubble, charred debris scattered in the path the explosion had taken, and it hadn’t been so long that the smell of burnt ash didn’t linger in the air. They hadn’t been here, and when they’d heard they had hurried back on the first train, but still, it was too late. It had been much too late the moment that he’d convinced Masuta that he didn’t have to go with him, that it could be just him an Al this time.
They’d come back in time to hear Riza pronounced dead, the one that had lasted the longest of the three, since she’d been the furthest from the blast. There was nothing they could do. They couldn’t even properly say goodbye. If they’d caught an earlier train, heard sooner somehow, then they wouldn’t be here, standing where they’d been out on the sidewalk for the last three hours.
Their teacher would be along soon, likely coming to fetch them again. She’d been the one to answer the phone, to tell them that they needed to go home because something had happened. She’d gotten them to the train station, waited with them until the one going home had come in, then told them she’d be along the next day for them.
But they’d still been too late. They shouldn’t have gone at all, or at least not made it into a trip for just the two of them. None of them should have been here or all of them, not just the other three. Not just their older lovers should be dead. They shouldn’t be dead at all. There shouldn’t be a charred husk where the house they’d left two days before had been. The smell in the air should be the result of a failed experiment, not carefully placed bombs. He shouldn’t be fighting back sobs so he could be strong for his little brother as he cried his eyes out.
It was so stupid. So avoidable. But… now him and Al were alone again. They only had each other, no longer having a home to take refuge in with their lovers. It was like stepping back in time. There was a different quest this time though. They would get revenge, and they would start again. They still had each other, just like it always should be. Carefully spinning the revenge that would be inflicted on the person who did this, he hugged his brother closer.
It was just like it used to be.