As soon as the night fell, Ritsuka gathered up his supplies - the backpack, the flashlight, his camera, the journal and pens - and started for the door. Tamaki was always busy at night and he didn't want to get in the boy's way. He always felt like he was just a burden to him anyway. "Good luck tonight," he said to his roommate before taking his leave.
Stepping out into the hallway, he tried not to think too hard about what the Head Doctor had said. The murder of the Radio Man, Jack, was horrific. I killed him - stabbed him six times in the chest. What would it have felt like? How much did it hurt? How could someone just kill another human being like that? Ritsuka failed at not thinking about things. Sighing, he shook the image out of his head and walked down the hall a bit, keeping his flashlight dark.
Guess the sick bastard--uh, head doctor. Sorry. I guess he took 'em off ya, then?
His feet caught on the floor and he tripped, throwing a hand out and catching himself on the wall.
I've heard of some people bein' changed completely, so ears and a tail couldn't be that difficult.
It wasn't that difficult. It was relatively easy - quick and painful and disgusting. Ritsuka slumped against the wall and hunched down, pulling his knees to his chest and putting his hands over his ears. He didn't want to hear Heiji's voice in his head anymore. The words had been circulating since he'd said them in the shower. Ritsuka couldn't ignore them completely. Losing his ears was supposed to be special, it was supposed to be years in his future - they were supposed to stay and remind him that no matter what, he was still somewhat innocent.
He prob'ly took 'em so you'd go crazy faster.
"Stop it," he snapped.
He prob'ly took 'em
"Stop it!!" He squeezed his eyes shut and dug his fingers into his scalp. He could feel his stomach turning, his heart beginning to race - his head hurt. Muttering to himself, he slowly began to relax his fingers. "Stop it. Stop thinking about it, you moron. You have to get up, keep going - Alfons is waiting. Soubi will get worried."
Nothin' like telling people their physical appearance is a lie to throw them off their rocker, yeah?
"...you're not going to lose to him." Ritsuka raised his head just slightly and stared at the ground, focusing on the pattern in the linoleum tiles. He had to get up and go find Alfons. If he waited too long, Soubi would come and find him like this and ask questions or worse - feel responsible. Pushing himself up from the ground, he stood on uncertain legs and started forward again.
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Stepping out into the hallway, he tried not to think too hard about what the Head Doctor had said. The murder of the Radio Man, Jack, was horrific. I killed him - stabbed him six times in the chest. What would it have felt like? How much did it hurt? How could someone just kill another human being like that? Ritsuka failed at not thinking about things. Sighing, he shook the image out of his head and walked down the hall a bit, keeping his flashlight dark.
Guess the sick bastard--uh, head doctor. Sorry. I guess he took 'em off ya, then?
His feet caught on the floor and he tripped, throwing a hand out and catching himself on the wall.
I've heard of some people bein' changed completely, so ears and a tail couldn't be that difficult.
It wasn't that difficult. It was relatively easy - quick and painful and disgusting. Ritsuka slumped against the wall and hunched down, pulling his knees to his chest and putting his hands over his ears. He didn't want to hear Heiji's voice in his head anymore. The words had been circulating since he'd said them in the shower. Ritsuka couldn't ignore them completely. Losing his ears was supposed to be special, it was supposed to be years in his future - they were supposed to stay and remind him that no matter what, he was still somewhat innocent.
He prob'ly took 'em so you'd go crazy faster.
"Stop it," he snapped.
He prob'ly took 'em
"Stop it!!" He squeezed his eyes shut and dug his fingers into his scalp. He could feel his stomach turning, his heart beginning to race - his head hurt. Muttering to himself, he slowly began to relax his fingers. "Stop it. Stop thinking about it, you moron. You have to get up, keep going - Alfons is waiting. Soubi will get worried."
Nothin' like telling people their physical appearance is a lie to throw them off their rocker, yeah?
"...you're not going to lose to him." Ritsuka raised his head just slightly and stared at the ground, focusing on the pattern in the linoleum tiles. He had to get up and go find Alfons. If he waited too long, Soubi would come and find him like this and ask questions or worse - feel responsible. Pushing himself up from the ground, he stood on uncertain legs and started forward again.