Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, 'Who put these bodies between us?'

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[Hei and Misaki are at the bar, because apparently that the Place To Be for disfunctional couples. But they aren't hanging all over each other, flirting, kissing, or talking about the kids. They are sitting as far apart as possible while still remaining in the same space. Misaki sits in a booth, flushed, staring into space. Hei is at the bar facing the opposite direction, drink in hand. Bandaged hand; he appears to have torn it up rather badly.


Reality sucks sometimes.]





[[Experiment end]]

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[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool winces, but is once again mostly unfazed]

...Y'see, I've got two of those.

[Backhands Hei]

[contract_star]

[And Hei goes down again. He tries to push himself up again, but between being drunk and being in a great deal of pain, it's just not happening. He sort of collapses and just lies there, bleeding.]

[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool picks Hei up by his shirt and places him in a stool. He then slides a beer over to him.]

We should do this again sometime.

[contract_star]

[Almost passes out at the sheer amount of movement that happens as he's dragged upwards. He sort of slumps onto the bar and gathers up the glass of beer, but doesn't drink yet.]

[For a long time he just sort of sits there, staring at the beer and focusing on willing away the pain, which isn't working too well.]

I had a daughter.

[mercwamouth]

...It's not easy having your life taken from you like that for no goddamn reason. But experience tells me that there's only one realistic thing you can do.

You can't just accept this. It's impossible. People might tell you to move on, and your good sense will tell you the same thing, but if you just roll over and take it quietly, life will just keep taking away whatever you've got left.

So the only reasonable thing you can do in this situation is get back what they took away.

Extra credit if you beat the person who took it away into a bloody pulp.

[contract_star]

[Hei is silent again for a long while, thinking about that.]

I'm used to it. Bai and the rest of it. This time is...it shouldn't...be any different.

[mercwamouth]

You think you're used to it, but you're not. If someone told you that if you killed this one stranger, you would get back everyone you loved and lost, you would do it in a heartbeat. You haven't gotten used to the pain, you've just accepted the notion that you can't do anything about the pain. You can go about your life ignoring the pain or pushing it aside, never really feeling any better, or you can do something about it.

You could kick the crap outta the Twins for doing it to you, you could knock up Misaki and have the kid for real, you could go make a movie about it, it doesn't really matter what you do, just don't act like this never happened. Don't pretend that it doesn't hurt.

As shocking as this is to your system, I say that you should just see these past few weeks as a very vivid, lucid dream. A "what if" story. Not something you had and lost, but something that you can one day have and live if you take the right opportunities.

And, y'know... if you stop being a pussy.

[contract_star]

[There is nothing Hei can think of to say to that, because for the most part, Deadpool is right. And Hei probably knows that, but he's just not ready to really accept it or do anything about it.]

[He stares at his beer for awhile longer, then starts to drink it, slowly.]

[mercwamouth]

[Pats Hei on the back, perhaps a little too hard.]

That'll do, Pig. That'll do.

[contract_star]

[Owww. Hei folds his arms on the bar and rests his head on them. You're not supposed to have a headache before you're done drinking ):]