Somehow, it's the worst thing that could possibly happen.
If he'd thought differently a few hours ago, Rin doesn't anymore. The fantasy of normalcy had been more appealing than the hard truth of it, and the panic of not knowing.
His feet take him across town to Yukio's apartment, churning the ground beneath them with quick strides. No longer effortless, by the time he gets to the building, he can't even think to take the elevator. His knees feel like jelly. It scares the shit out of him.
He slams himself against the door to Yukio's apartment when he gets there, sliding the key into the hole with desperate hands and clawing at the knob until he can get it open and flood inside.
"Yukio!" He searches the apartment, tearing into it with Kurikara's warm weight a fleeting comfort against his shoulder. Wherever his power's gone, that heart's still in there, beating away. Beating for someone. He knows that his voice is shaky, almost tearful. He hates himself for it, but he cries for his brother again.
"Yukio!"
If he'd thought differently a few hours ago, Rin doesn't anymore. The fantasy of normalcy had been more appealing than the hard truth of it, and the panic of not knowing.
His feet take him across town to Yukio's apartment, churning the ground beneath them with quick strides. No longer effortless, by the time he gets to the building, he can't even think to take the elevator. His knees feel like jelly. It scares the shit out of him.
He slams himself against the door to Yukio's apartment when he gets there, sliding the key into the hole with desperate hands and clawing at the knob until he can get it open and flood inside.
"Yukio!" He searches the apartment, tearing into it with Kurikara's warm weight a fleeting comfort against his shoulder. Wherever his power's gone, that heart's still in there, beating away. Beating for someone. He knows that his voice is shaky, almost tearful. He hates himself for it, but he cries for his brother again.
"Yukio!"