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2 March/Hikaru no Go/Spirited Away crossover/Twice the River 2/?
Title: Twice the River 2/?
Series: Hikaru no Go/Spirited Away crossover
Day/Theme: 2 March/Permit yourself anger and permit me mine
Chihiro studied the man on the hospital bed. She needed him to wake, for now he was the last link she had. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, though that was possibly deceptive, considering what Chihiro suspected about him. The police had no idea who he was; he fitted not into records of missing persons or violent crime. The local TV station found him fascinating and had run three separate news stories on him so far, and even tried to interview Chihiro for one of them.
The hospital said he was recovering from pneumonia from immersion in icy water (in the summer?) and a nasty concussion that had nearly killed him. He would wake up in time, they said. Chihiro almost reached out, remembering that, to touch his hair, which was very long, and so black as to appear purple. Perhaps it was the fact that he was unconscious, but there was a calmness in his repose that seemed almost unworldly.
Just not unworldly enough.
Not even Chihiro could explain how - and why - he had appeared at that moment, when the bottom of that tiny pond heard her and gave up its secret, showing her a man covered in mud so black that for a moment she believed she was looking at the stink god again. But he was, despite everything, only a human.
She looked away, feeling her hands curling into fists despite themselves. "You are not him," she said between clenched teeth.
"You're angry with him again."
Chihiro glanced to the side and saw Shindou Hikaru slipping into the room quietly, closing the door after him. The other man had turned up at the hospital three nights before and insisted that he knew the man, and now came as often as she did, to stare at him with a (still) disbelieving joy that Chihiro could only envy.
He had given a name to the man: Fujiwara no Sai, but could not explain any more about where the man had come from.
"I thought he was gone forever, you know," Shindou said to her as he walked in, his gaze never leaving the bed. He seemed to have deduced the reason for her anger, despite the fact that she had barely said a word to him all this time. "I used to be angry at him for leaving, then guilty, as though I made him leave by being angry. I tried looking for him, but I realised there was so little I knew about where he came from - where could I go, really?"
His words made her press her lips together even more. Well, his search was over, wasn’t it? But not for her.
"Don't you even pretend to understand," she said, and was then surprised at the bitterness in her voice. She had told herself that she would never fall to despair, never stop hoping, no matter how long it took.
Shindou seemed to look at her more closely this time, and after a moment, he nodded. "I would be angry too," he murmured, and pushed a chair towards her.
Series: Hikaru no Go/Spirited Away crossover
Day/Theme: 2 March/Permit yourself anger and permit me mine
Chihiro studied the man on the hospital bed. She needed him to wake, for now he was the last link she had. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, though that was possibly deceptive, considering what Chihiro suspected about him. The police had no idea who he was; he fitted not into records of missing persons or violent crime. The local TV station found him fascinating and had run three separate news stories on him so far, and even tried to interview Chihiro for one of them.
The hospital said he was recovering from pneumonia from immersion in icy water (in the summer?) and a nasty concussion that had nearly killed him. He would wake up in time, they said. Chihiro almost reached out, remembering that, to touch his hair, which was very long, and so black as to appear purple. Perhaps it was the fact that he was unconscious, but there was a calmness in his repose that seemed almost unworldly.
Just not unworldly enough.
Not even Chihiro could explain how - and why - he had appeared at that moment, when the bottom of that tiny pond heard her and gave up its secret, showing her a man covered in mud so black that for a moment she believed she was looking at the stink god again. But he was, despite everything, only a human.
She looked away, feeling her hands curling into fists despite themselves. "You are not him," she said between clenched teeth.
"You're angry with him again."
Chihiro glanced to the side and saw Shindou Hikaru slipping into the room quietly, closing the door after him. The other man had turned up at the hospital three nights before and insisted that he knew the man, and now came as often as she did, to stare at him with a (still) disbelieving joy that Chihiro could only envy.
He had given a name to the man: Fujiwara no Sai, but could not explain any more about where the man had come from.
"I thought he was gone forever, you know," Shindou said to her as he walked in, his gaze never leaving the bed. He seemed to have deduced the reason for her anger, despite the fact that she had barely said a word to him all this time. "I used to be angry at him for leaving, then guilty, as though I made him leave by being angry. I tried looking for him, but I realised there was so little I knew about where he came from - where could I go, really?"
His words made her press her lips together even more. Well, his search was over, wasn’t it? But not for her.
"Don't you even pretend to understand," she said, and was then surprised at the bitterness in her voice. She had told herself that she would never fall to despair, never stop hoping, no matter how long it took.
Shindou seemed to look at her more closely this time, and after a moment, he nodded. "I would be angry too," he murmured, and pushed a chair towards her.