Reunions Hurt // Kyouhei

[HUGH C. TREASACH]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; cellpadding:0; cellspacing:0;,true][atrb=style,width:75%;] So, the day hadn’t been as slow as Hugh predicted. The morning had started with a jolt – Mei had burst into his house looking for his sister, but found him instead. Naturally, her first reaction was to run into him and hug the life out of him. He probably would have found it sweeter if she didn’t put him in a world of hurt by doing so, aggravating the burns covering his chest with her caring grip. Hugh sighs as he steps out of his house, locking the door behind him. The hours she’d been there catching up with him flew by, and he needs to start his self-assigned chores sooner rather than later. He drops the key in his pocket and adjusts the bag he carries around his waist, making sure six pokeballs sit in the bottom, carefully placed for easy access. Good. The spiky-haired teen shrugs his jacket to a more comfortable position and tugs at the zipper, although it’s already zipped to the very top. He begins to walk and allows his mind to wander briefly. Mei had been so relieved to see him, and at a couple of points in their reunion looked about ready to cry. I hadn’t realized she’d miss me that much… He allows the fog of guilt to set around him for the second time that day, Did others, too? He knows he doesn’t have many friends, but he didn’t tell anybody where he was – only his family shortly after he left to let them know he’s alright, not even tell them where he is. He steps onto the main street of Aspertia, and narrows his eyes before sinking into his funnel-hood up to the bridge of his nose, allowing his eyes to glare out over the top of it. The sounds and sight of people working around him while he can’t do anything without crumpling to the ground in pain irritate him beyond anything. His pace quickens as he beelines for the market, about six blocks away. Just get there, buy stuff to cook, and get back. After moments of silence, he realizes something else. ”…maybe I should let Kyouhei know I’m back, too…”

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[kyo]

Kyouhei sat in the bedroom of his home in Aspertia City gently strumming the strings of the guitar he had bought while traveling. His home...had oddly enough not be hit as badly by the freak weather that had calm waste to the city, they had flood damage and few holes in the roof but otherwise were fine. Kyouhei sighed slightly as he stopped playing to tune the strings of the guitar. He had only comeback home to see his mother and hoped that maybe Black had come to do the same, he hadn't but that thought was always in his mind.

The young teen stopped playing when he heard his mother shout his name from downstairs, "Yeah mom!? he shouted back as he sat the guitar gently on the floor and stood up.

"I need you to go the story for me dear, we're out of milk!"

Kyouhei let out a small sigh as he headed down the stairs and took the money from his mom, before leaving and entering the damaged city. He frowned as he made his way towards the market, whatever had happened had hit the city pretty good. Water was in the streets and people were working around the clock to restore it back to the way it was. Kyouhei stopped walking when he came to his friend Hugh's house, "I wonder where that anger driven fool is..." he muttered to himself as he returned to walking his hands in his pocket.

It was when he was about six blocks away and actually happen to be walking next to someone when he heard the person next to him speak.

"...maybe I should let Kyouhei know I'm back, too..."

Kyouhei blinked and turned his head to be greeted by the face of one of his childhood friends, or at least the side of his face. Kyouhei was mix between anger and happiness, anger seeming to appear before anything else as he took fist and went to slam into the side of Hugh's face. "Telling me your back might just be a good idea you idiot!" spat Kyouhei as he eyed his friend.

How could he not have told him he was back? Weren't they friends? Sure friends that fought a lot because of differences but still friends. Best friends even, Kyouhei felt like he deserved to know that Hugh was back.

[HUGH C. TREASACH]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; cellpadding:0; cellspacing:0;,true][atrb=style,width:75%;] No sooner do Hugh’s words leave his mouth is a fist slammed into the side of his face. He feels his jaw crack and his head is whipped to the side. The teen is lifted to his toes from the punch and is sent half-sprawling into the middle of the street from the sidewalk. He moves erratically in an attempt to keep his balance before ultimately failing, falling to the ground simply from how unprepared for the punch he truly was. He stays laying on the ground as his hand reaches into the pack resting on his hip for a pokeball, pulling it out before he stops at the sound of the voice from the person that punched him. Hugh looks up slowly, his expression a mixture of shock and anger at his friend. Guilt from his own actions combats the smarting from the punch across the face and burn on his chest, but it’s pushed to the background of his attention as he stares back at Kyouhei, the other teen clearly angered by Hugh’s lack of contact. For a moment, Hugh realizes he doesn’t know how to respond before he hops up, back on his feet and crouched slightly, as though ready for his friend if the other boy charges him, hand clutching a pokeball. ”You didn’t have to punch me!” he shouts his friend, working his jaw to relieve it of the throbbing pain where Kyouhei’s fist collided with it. He knows he’s going to have a bruise later. ”Sorry for getting the message to you a bit late!” Hugh flushes sheepishly and glances to the side, ”Mei didn’t know I was back, either, until just a few hours ago! You’re not the only one.” His eyes narrow slightly, ”And don’t punch me again! I’ll return the favor!”

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