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When You Made Wishes: start! (player plot)

Imagine Wist's surprise when April rolled around and their plan for a great prank was foiled on account of all those students just...leaving??? Truly, they have become the April fool... It's what they wanted, of course -- for the pitiful humans to find freedom -- and sure there are some stragglers around, but...in the end, they decide to take the win and enjoy a short break of their own. Good thing, too, or they might have pulled out all their hair in frustration when Spring Break comes to an end and the swarm of students and faculty willingly return to their prison.

While settling back into the academy and resigning themselves to a routine, the people of Daybreak will be soothed by a gentle tune rising up from the forest. It isn't a song they've heard before, and yet, somehow...it's nostalgic, isn't it? The soft notes of the pan flute stir up something in their hearts, tugging at old memories and drawing forth a feeling of dissatisfaction and longing out from under them. Let the song lull them into taking a moment to withdraw from the hustle and bustle -- hey, turns out they sort of need it. Maybe they're coming down with a cold, or just some quick little bug...
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>> user M3G4M4G1CH4XX posted on April 6th, 2019:
Why did you come back? You don't have to live like this.

Weren't things better back then? Try to remember what it used to be like.
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The odd message from an iris account that doesn't exist isn't up for long before the spell kicks into the next phase. However they manifest and from when differs from person to person, but those affected will all have the bizarre experience of watching some ghost of themselves from their past be born from their soul's memory. Don't think there are those that can escape this fate just by returning at a later time, either -- Wist can keep up this panpipe nonsense all day, every day if they have to. If that what it takes to get their point across...

Good luck trying to comprehend whatever point that may be, because now Daybreak is the new home to a bunch of familiar-looking rugrats and has to contend with whatever complications they may bring along with them.
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[For more information on this plot, please see this ooc infopost!]

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[Once Kano is settled with a grip on his collar, Yuya carefully hooks his arms under Kano's legs so he's got plenty of support and then slowly raises up. Piggyback rides for small children, it turns out, are cake, but he still walks at a leisurely pace so as not to disrupt his wounds.]

It'll just be a minute, and then we can go somewhere fun. You can meet Kuroko--she's me and my roommate's cat.

[ Shuuya hums into the back of Yuya's neck, just a sound of acknowledgement that doesn't sound very excited about the prospect of getting to play with a cat. A strange child... he doesn't particularly like animals, and is okay around them so long as they leave him alone in turn, but he's also never really had the opportunity to play with animals in general, so he isn't sure what to expect.

He can tell Yuya's trying to cheer him up, and that just makes the dark, uneasy feeling in his stomach even heavier, because he doesn't want to cheer up, doesn't want to go somewhere fun and get his mind off everything that happened today, because he can't run away from things forever. An older Kano can, but not Shuuya. He's not strong enough. ]

[Yuya carries him out the building, across the pavement to the Lumiere dorm and up to the second floor. It'll be an uneventful trip, at least, save a few students who stop and stare at them and the big stain on Yuya's shirt. He just smiles and waves it off.

Once they make it to his room, he adjusts his hold to knock on the door.] I'm back! Toki, are you in?

[Silence. Yuya assumes he's not, fishing the key out of his pocket and fumbling it into the lock to open the door. He steps in, crouching down so Kano can easily slide off of him. Across the room, a black cat hops off the table by the window and comes to rub against Yuya's leg.] Hi, Kuroko.

[ Shuuya drops down from off Yuya's back, but remains half hidden in the doorway, nervously hanging off to the side with his hands clinging onto the frame as he watches the cat come to greet Yuya.

He doesn't say anything at all, just sort of glancing between the cat and Yuya to see whether it's okay, if there's anything he shouldn't do if he doesn't want to get scratched, because he's sure he smells like blood and dirt and all sorts of unpleasant things, that a cat wouldn't naturally want to associate with him anyways. ]

[Yuya offers Kano a smile, then ducks to pet Kuroko and stands up to go to his wardrobe. Kuroko watches him walk away before turning back to Kano. She doesn't come closer but she doesn't run, standing and staring at him calmly.

Yuya pulls the drawer open, digging around for a casual shirt red and pulling it to the top. He unbuttons his school top, slipping it off and replacing it with his T-shirt quickly--but it still leaves seconds where his back is visible and the long, thick scars that drag down it are clear.

He wads up his button up and tosses it to the hamper in the corner, by the bathroom.]

[ Shuuya stares at the cat for a couple of seconds, and then adverts his eyes to stare at the ground before the sound of the drawer opening catches his attention and he glances up at Yuya just in time to catch those scars.

There's a thump and a gasp, as he feels his legs give and he sits down hard on the ground— because that's not the sort of injury any person could do, nor does it look like the scratch marks of a feral neighborhood dog or something.

It must have been a monster. A tiger, or a bear. Something large and scary and there's the morbid curiosity to ask what happened, even if he really really really does not want to know. ]

[Yuya turns back to Kano, initially assuming that he sat down because his ankle hurts.] ah--one second.

[He holds up a finger before swinging into the bathroom, and then he comes out with a damp towel. He crouches to offer the cloth to Kano.] Here, this might help clean your clothes some.

Um-

[ is the only noise that Shuuya manages to get out, a herculean effort that dies down again when he's handed the towel and he holds it in his hands, wringing it anxiously and getting water everywhere except on his clothes.

It's when he feels his socks getting soaked that he startles out of it, and immediately drops to his knees to wipe up the water, words spilling out haphazardly like a dam had broken. ]

S-sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!! I'll wipe it up, so don't be mad! Please don't be mad!! Don't hit—-

[ Trying to dry something with the damp towel... everything is just getting wetter and oh god, how can he be so dumb, stupid, clumsy, making a mess like this? He messed up, he messed up, he's definitely going to get beat again for it. ]

[Yuya just... watches Kano wring water all over the place, wondering briefly if he nees to show him how to use a towel. His expression twists with bemusement, until Kano starts to panic and then he's letting out--well, what Yuya already knew but hearing Kano actively fear it, instead of blithely accepting amd brushing it off...

Yuya reaches out, slowly, to settle his hands gently over Kano's. Not raising them high above the ground at all, in hopes it won't be mistaken.]

I'm not mad. [He laughs faintly.] Do you want me to help?

[ He doesn't believe it at all, hands drawing back the moment Yuya reaches for them and clutching them to the hem of his shirt. The towel drops to the floor and splatters water everywhere, making him cringe and duck his head again because ugh, he's such a screwup, he can't even do this right. He can't-

Why is Yuya laughing?

Instead of hitting him, there's a gentle smile on Yuya's face and Shuuya turns his eyes away from it, because that's not what he expects and neither is it what he deserves. ]

I'll do it. It's... it's my job, so...

[ His job at home, to keep the apartment clean. He should be good at it by now, but somehow, he always messes up. ]

Okay. I'll get a dry towel for you. [He probably should have done that from the beginning. He reaches to ruffle Kuroko before he gets up to return to the bathroom, coming back with a dry bath towel.

He sits down in front of him, folding it in his lap to be ready to hand it over when Kano is done.] How old are you, Shuuya?

[ Shuuya keeps his head down the entire time, folding up the damp towel as best as he can after mopping up most of the larger puddles, though his best is still a bit clumsy. When Yuya switches him for the dry towel, it too gets held in his hands and wrung in agitation for a second before he proceeds to wipe the ground, because he knows what Yuya's going to say, it'll be something like "six years old, and you're still messing up this much?? useless." He knows and he's trying, but it's hard. ]

...six...

[ It comes as a whisper, like it's something shameful he doesn't want to say. ]

[Yuya turns, wadding up the damp towel before throwing it overhead into the basket next.]

Six? You're getting to be a big kid, aren't you? [Yuya tilts his head.] That means you're just starting school, right? Did you have your first day?

[Before getting stabbed, but Yuya's carefully weaving around that topic while Kano isn't ready to talk about it. They can focus on normal things.]

[ Yeah, yeah, he's a big kid now and he's got to stop messing up, but!! But... ugh... the mention of school makes him shuffle in place uneasily as well, because he knows that's something he should be doing. He should have started the first grade months ago, it being the middle of summer when he'd last been home. He didn't go. His mother wouldn't have let him go, and he didn't want to either. ]

...No. 'cause it's just me and Mother at home. So I have to take care of the house, and take care of her too.

[ He doesn't need to go to school, he's got a more important job to do at home. ]

That's a lot, isn't it? You're getting big, but not that big. [Absently he teaches to pick up Kuroko into his lap.] Is your mom sick?

[ He freezes at that, because he's heard the accusation thrown around plenty of times, and it's always spat with that connotation— mentally sick, that his mother is crazy and psychotic and she isn't, she isn't and Shuuya was always quick to snap at anybody who talked about his mother like that. He has to take deep breaths not to do the same here and get kicked out of Yuya's room, gripping the towel so hard his knuckles are white, but it's clear that the topic is distressing.

After all, he wouldn't be defending his mother's honor anymore. He'd be defending her memory.

A deep breath, like it'll keep his voice from shaking. ]

Mother's d- [ he gets that much out before choking out a sob ] ...dead. Dead. She's dead! She died! I couldn't save her! She died because of me! It's my fault she's dead! Why couldn't I save her? Why did she have to die?!

[Oh--there it goes. Then it clicks for Yuya where these wounds came from, the point in Kano's memory where his mother was murdered.

He reaches, instinctivel, to try and tuck Kano into an embrace as he cries--to rub his back and let him let it all out.]

I'm sorry.

[ That's not what he wants to hear. Sorry doesn't fix things, it doesn't bring his mother back, and it doesn't make him feel any better. But sorry is better than telling him to shut up and stop crying, and although he initially freezes at the hug, the warmth and the darkness is too much and he buries his face in Yuya's shirt and cries himself hoarse.

And Yuya had just changed his shirt, too. Sorry, it's getting covered in tears and snot...

It takes a while for him to calm down, but he's exhausted by the end of it-- and thoroughly embarrassed, too, brown eyes rimmed red but ears and face too, because how embarrassing is that... crying in front of a stranger... Ugh.

He pushes away from Yuya and trots off to the bathroom without another word. Gotta wash his face and blow his nose, and then he'll come back and maybe look more presentable. ]

[Yuya holds him, quietly, absently stroking Kano's hair in the only comfort he can offer. He can't do anything to fix it, anything to make it better except be here.

He starts when Kano pushes away, pulled back from his thoughts as he blinks and watches Kano leave to the bathroom. He's in the same place when he returns, hands folded over his leg.]

[ It takes a while for him to get back, busy doing whatever he's doing in there.

The cold water feels good on his face; it's numbing, and refreshing to his poofy eyes and sore throat. What a mess he looks like, even in the very bottom half of the mirror he can barely see himself in. His shirt and jacket are a mess, too, even as he lifts up the hem to take a peek at the rudimentary bandaging around his torso to make sure it hadn't bled through- it hadn't, but his clothes wouldn't be any cleaner worn inside out, so he leaves them as is.

A sigh.

No more moping, Shuuya. Smile, smile.

He pokes his head out the doorway to look at Yuya. ]

Can I buy a towel? Even a small one is okay. I have two dollars, and some change...

[Yuya sits up a little, offering him a smile in return. He also needs to be reassuring, even if he feels powerless.]

Eh, don't worry about money. You can just have one, I won't miss it.

[ It doesn't feel right, taking something without paying for it, so Shuuya ducks back into the bathroom after some hesitation and places a couple of pennies on the counter, the most he can spare while still hoping he has enough for a bus. The pennies are worth almost nothing in America and even less in France, but whatever. After that, he pulls a towel off the hook and throws it around his shoulders and pulls it around him tight; in this way, nobody can see the state of the rest of his clothes, good.

Alright. ]

Thanks, Nii-chan. I'll go now.

[Yuya blinks, slowly raising his brows.] Wait, go where?

[He's a six year old without a mom who, presumably, didn't have someone watching him because he was slumped in pain in the hallway. Does Yuya need to fight someone.]

...Outside?

[ He's a six-year-old who believes it's still summer like it was back home, and that he won't freeze to death sleeping outside for the night with nothing but a towel as a blanket.

He's fine by himself, he's sure of it. He can stretch these two dollars somehow. ]

[Yuya's immediate instinct is to be a hovering helicopter parent, full of worry about Kano running around without supervision.

He bites his tongue.]

Alone...? I can come with you, I'm not doing anything, and--[And there's no one else to watch him, is there? But that'snot comforting to say.]

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