It was bright when Nataku opened his eyes. He'd slept too long again but it had been a quiet, dreamless night. He had never gone so long without a nightmare. He wondered sometimes, when he had too much time to himself, if this place was just a dream of sorts while his body slept in the heavens somewhere between life and death. Maybe it wasn't a good dream, but it was better than what he had left behind. There were friends and second chances here. There were people so much like him.
He sat up, shaking off the final traces of sleep, and glanced over at the other bed. Then again, maybe he was thinking too much. He'd alway slept peacefully when Goku snuck into his room. Though Ritsuka was nothing like him, at the least he was a friend. His presence was comforting, and it was as simple as that. Most of his friendships were.
It was Homura that always complicated things. It was novel to be able to voice his disagreement and still remain close with those he cared about the most. He knew, somehow, without really knowing the outcome of this fight, that he and Homura would eventually be on opposite sides. Homura who had been his friend and confidant from the start, who trusted him with something as dangerous as the truth. Their ideologies were too different - or maybe just too similar. Homura would fight with everything he had to be with that woman again, and to be free, and Nataku... Had only a vague idea of what he was fighting for. On second thought, maybe this was a bit premature. Finding a purpose wasn't nearly as simple as losing one.
He let his nurse lead him out of the room without complaint. He told himself not to worry if he didn't see Jason hanging around the church, and it would be sort of nice if it worked.
Eventually, he gave up looking and settled for the closest pew...which was currently occupied by some kind of sulky hair creature. Nataku stopped just out of arms' reach. "Hey, are you trying to mop the bench with your head or something?"
no subject
He sat up, shaking off the final traces of sleep, and glanced over at the other bed. Then again, maybe he was thinking too much. He'd alway slept peacefully when Goku snuck into his room. Though Ritsuka was nothing like him, at the least he was a friend. His presence was comforting, and it was as simple as that. Most of his friendships were.
It was Homura that always complicated things. It was novel to be able to voice his disagreement and still remain close with those he cared about the most. He knew, somehow, without really knowing the outcome of this fight, that he and Homura would eventually be on opposite sides. Homura who had been his friend and confidant from the start, who trusted him with something as dangerous as the truth. Their ideologies were too different - or maybe just too similar. Homura would fight with everything he had to be with that woman again, and to be free, and Nataku... Had only a vague idea of what he was fighting for. On second thought, maybe this was a bit premature. Finding a purpose wasn't nearly as simple as losing one.
He let his nurse lead him out of the room without complaint. He told himself not to worry if he didn't see Jason hanging around the church, and it would be sort of nice if it worked.
Eventually, he gave up looking and settled for the closest pew...which was currently occupied by some kind of sulky hair creature. Nataku stopped just out of arms' reach. "Hey, are you trying to mop the bench with your head or something?"