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

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[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]]

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Oh no, it's over, isn't it?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[There's no sharp increase of tension, no cold glare. The look she gives Diva is so mild it's almost empty.] So it would seem.

[madamemoiselle]

How terrible. Ne, it looks like it was a bad thing for both of you after all, though.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Storm clouds are gathering on the horizon. She will ignore you now, Diva.]

[madamemoiselle]

{Maybe Diva just doesn't like people in loving relationships.}

You're alright, though?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

All right. All right? Are you an idiot?

[madamemoiselle]

{She tilts her head with a smile, then saunters over to sit in the booth as well}

Then let me rephrase to say that this distance between you, it's because you're embarrassed about something that would have happened?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Embarrassed. [Misaki looks at Diva as though she is a fascinating bug found stuck to the bottom of her shoe.] You don't know anything about people.

[madamemoiselle]

...I don't? Why do you say that?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Laugh] That you don't understand is example enough.

[madamemoiselle]

I want to hear it from your mouth.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

That you're a selfish, clueless, life-sucking monster who wouldn't know what it means to lose a child if you killed one yourself?

[madamemoiselle]

...{oh no you didn't}

You do not know of what you speak.

[contract_star]

Yes. [Takes a drink.]

[madamemoiselle]

{And she sits next to Hei} It'll be alright, though. What happened to your hand?

[contract_star]

A wall.

Landlord'll probably kill me.

[madamemoiselle]

...What? Ne, what happened?

[contract_star]

[Noncommittally,] I put my fist through a wall.

[madamemoiselle]

{Oh. But still, she says his name almost like a whine} ...Hei...that's a really silly thing to do.

[contract_star]

Hm. [Drains his glass and fishes out a new bottle of completely unrelated alcohol.]

[madamemoiselle]

{She grabs his wrist gently} Ne, Hei...You'll hurt yourself.

[contract_star]

[Pulls away and pours himself another drink.] 'S fine.

[madamemoiselle]

It's not, though. It's poison.

[contract_star]

So it is. [Drinks about half the glass before he realizes it's tequila. Oh fuck ow.]

[madamemoiselle]

{Well, she frowns, putting a hand on his back}

I don't understand it, though. Why do humans poison themselves when they're sad?