Harbinger of death from the world of witchcraft

[wavesoakedlegs]

Who: The crew of the Koumyou.
Where: Isla Empieza; maybe out on the ocean later?
When: From the 11th until the 17th.
What: The cursed, the uncursed and the influence of That Voice.
Warnings: Violence and general unpleasantness.
Style: Any!
Status: Mostly closed to the Koumyou; ask if you think you could get involved?


1. Strangeness begins
2. A Special Meal

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[aidreamofsenpai]

Aiichiro giggles.

"It's a chef's secret, senpai! I can't tell you or you won't need me to make it for you again."

He'd be worried that it was a bad weird, except that Rin is still eating. So that's not a problem. He finds himself hovering a little, and finally reaches out to set a hand on Rin's shoulder, very gently.

"I'm glad you're eating. I know things have been hard, but it's important to take care of yourself. I don't know what I'd do without you here."

It's true. He doesn't know what he'll do. But it's more important to make Rin feel appreciated before he goes than to really think about that.

[sharkasm]

"Like I'm ever going to make it myself." Admittedly, he might try to get other people to make it, if he were ever in the mood for tarts. But if Nitori wants to keep his secret, that's fine; Rin was just passingly curious. It's not like he really cares.

That next comment, however, is something else entirely.

"You think I'm sticking around for your sake?" Lashing out in direct proportion to his self-loathing, Rin glares at Nitori. Rin doesn't want to be appreciated, especially not now; he doesn't deserve it. "If I could leave, I'd be out of here in a heartbeat."

Suddenly more depressed than angry again, Rin moves to take another bite of the fruit tart, almost finished, before deciding that he really isn't hungry anymore. In fact, he feels a little off, but with how miserable he's been making himself feel, he doesn't think anything of it just yet.

"I'm done..." And with that, he shoves the plate with the last little piece of tart at Nitori, lips pressing together a little too tightly. No, he really isn't feeling that good.

[aidreamofsenpai]

"N-no of course I don't think-"

He's not going to cry. He's not going to cry. He's not going to cry.

That's right, Aiichiro doesn't need to cry over that, because soon Rin won't be here, and it won't be an issue. It will all be better soon. That's right, there's no need to cry. It doesn't matter if Rin cares about him or not, in the long run, because after today he's never going to see his senpai again. Because his senpai will be free, will be home with his friends, will be swimming and living his dream.

Aiichiro steels himself, reaches out to take the plate, and pushes aside the harsh words.

"Come on, I can help you get to somewhere you can rest..."

[sharkasm]

Rin feels off enough that he doesn't even argue, happy to follow Nitori. He doesn't know why he's feeling so weird (in spite of his near-constant bitching, at least it doesn't occur to him to blame Nitori's cooking?), and resting sounds like a pretty good idea.

Until the nausea becomes more than a faint tickle in his cheeks and throat, suddenly overwhelming, and he runs off full speed to hang over the side of the ship.

As he throws up, his stomach keeps convulsing, trying to force out more longer after it's empty, and Rin shakes like a leaf, his legs and arms both feeling ridiculously weak. Another wave of nausea, and he desperately clings to the railing, choking sounds escaping him as nothing but the slightest trickle of stomach fluids leaves his mouth.

[aidreamofsenpai]

He should have thought more about this part. He'd known that everyone would get sick before they died, of course, but he hadn't thought about how it would feel, what it would be like to watch.

Aiichiro can't do anything to help now, and he wouldn't save Rin's life if he could. Everyone has to die. And once they die, Rin will be at home. If he dies here, if he just gets it over with... it'll be all over.

He reminds himself of that as he moves up beside his senpai, reaching out to anchor him, ostensibly to keep him from falling off the boat. Really all he wants is to be close, even if he can't do anything, but he doesn't say anything at all.