fourteenth trick

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[Ikki appears on the Plane without grand ceremony, without a straw stuck up his nose or any of the eccentricity and charm that accompanies his usual manner. His white shirt has smears of brown blood on it, probably from the bloody Rumble Regalia he's been clutching to himself for an hour.

He stands there motionless for a moment, then with something like a choked squeak, simply sinks where he is. Feet out, Regalia sitting in front of him, head bowed in memory to one of the first to draw out his potential.]

... damn it...

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[Finally, he attempts a small smile.]

I know. I'd be a hypocrite if I said I was.

Even so... being a leader is sometimes the loneliest thing in the world. You know you have everyone supporting you, but only you can direct the flight.

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I know. Trust me, I know. You have to convince yourself and your own team members that everything is alright, even when it isn't.

But...maybe that's what this place is for. To recover, collect yourself...so you can show a calm face to everyone when you return.

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... Yeah. Or seeing your best friends without letting people know.

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[He smiles, for the first time in weeks.]

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[It's like dawn breaking across Ikki's face, and the teen -- hugs him, because he can. ♥]

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[And Hei hugs Little Brother back.]

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[Judging by the fingers tightening in Hei's shirt, he might not be letting go for a while.]

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[Hei is completely fine with that.]