Shinjiro Aragaki (荒垣 真次郎) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
themortalhalf) wrote2012-09-09 07:21 am
themortalhalf) wrote2012-09-09 07:21 am
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Catch-All IC Inbox
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Day 311 - Voice
That's the question Akihiko wants to ask, but he's pretty sure he knows the answer. Back when Shinji was trying his damned hardest to wedge distance between them, Akihiko could only get a hold of him once a week. Or even less, on some weeks. He's almost positive that Shinji would still want more time.
More time...
Akihiko clenches a fist tightly, feeling the tightness that forms an uncomfortable cage inside his chest. Submitting to impulse, he activates the bracelet and directs it to Shinji's inbox once more. Listens to those same words, as he did the last two days. Hears the short pause that follows the end of his friend's message, and then the recording begins.]
......
[Is he... being unfair to Shinji about this? Pushing him too much? Is it expected for them to sweep the issue under the rug without discussion? Should he wait for Shinji to approach him instead?
...Who knows how long that would take, though...
Akihiko speaks softly, his voice sounding unusually hesitant and uncertain.]
Shinji... I, uh...
[Goddamn it. Why is this suddenly so hard? It's not like he hasn't persisted after Shinji before. This feels even more difficult than the painfully lonely two years between the accidental death of Ken Amada's mother, up to when Shinji finally rejoined SEES.
Maybe it's because he knows that here, Shinji is free of obligations from him. He had returned to SEES because of Ken, not for him, or even for the promise that they made together, when they were children.
Somewhere along the years, Shinji has stopped needing him. No longer has a reason to stay connected to him. But Akihiko still hasn't let go of their connection, and...
His throat dries up, leaving him speechless. All he can manage is a single, lowly murmured word that barely gets picked up by the feed.]
Shit...
[And then his voice abruptly cuts off as he presses the stone of the bracelet.]