call me out v. 15.0

[misheard]

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for satoko, cw: discussion of child death

[goatsongs]

[Of all the nonsense that happens here on a regular basis, sharing memories in dreams is... It's not great, especially for people who like their privacy, but it isn't the worst thing that could possibly happen. Depending on the memory and who sees it, that is.

This memory is of a funeral. The casket is sized for a child.

The holder of this memory is silent, making it hard to tell who it's from - at least until they start to put the casket in the ground. Then the perspective lunges forward, clinging to the casket until he's pulled off by other mourners.

"Don't take him away from me!" Chuuya's voice, wracked with anguish as he struggles. "Please don't take my son away...!"



In the morning, Chuuya makes breakfast for both of them. Something simple, but notable just because he usually lets Satoko handle it. He doesn't quite meet her eyes.]

[loopsbian]

[ satoko doesn't try to meet his gaze. satoko knows, better than most, the feelings that come after a funeral. the emptiness, the loneliness, the confusion - though perhaps that would be less for someone older. (how old was he? early twenties, wasn't it? how terribly sad. even she can feel a twinge of sympathetic pain for that.)

when he serves them breakfast, she takes it with a small smile. and, for a moment, she is tempted to act completely normal; to pretend she's seen nothing. but chuuya is family, and he needs to speak about it. doesn't he? he must.

she tears off a bit with her chopsticks, and she considers her words carefully. when she finally speaks, it is to say: ]

"The inspiration to serve must grow."

[ she takes a bite - nods. ]

...it's good.

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya inhales. Exhales. If this were anyone else - anyone else, he would shut them down immediately. He doesn't want to bare that vulnerable part of himself.

But this is Satoko, who has stuck with him for this long even knowing that he's not at all suitable to be a guardian to her. He owes her honesty, and maybe he owes honesty to himself, too.]

...His name was Fumiya. He was two.

[loopsbian]

[ perhaps he isn't much of a guardian. but neither is teppei, and she's stuck with him, hasn't she? what's more important is this: he moved to guard her when nobody else would. he may not be worth much, but he's the only one she'd keep. ]

I'm sorry. [ what else is there she can say? she stares down at the food, ruminating for a moment. ] Do you... Would you want to talk about him?

[ it's not a formality. it's a real, honest question. what does he want? ]

[goatsongs]

...I don't know.

[Shouldn't he know, after all this time? But the pain hasn't ever gotten any less.]

It hurts to think about him. But I couldn't forget him if I wanted to, either.