nothisbrother: (Little Naoi | Scolded every day)
直井文人 ~ Ayato Naoi ([personal profile] nothisbrother) wrote2012-03-11 02:05 pm

Fifth Fall - [Action for house 40/Voice]

[This can't be real.  None of this can be real.  It's just some sort of bad dream, right?  It has to be.

Staring into his room, Naoi just stands there in the doorway, looking around at everything that's visible.  All of his things are gone.  His bed sheets are folded in a way Otonashi wouldn't do, no clothes hanging about to be washed.  There's nothing.

He charges into the room, dropping the farewell present that he had been holding so tightly in his hands to search about the room for something--anything to prove that he really isn't gone.  He practically flips the mattress on it's side, nothing.  Flings open the closet door, nothing.  Searches through the desk drawers, nothing.

It's as if... he never even existed in this world.

Before he can stop himself, he starts to yell, to the point where neighbors might hear]


I am God!!  God is the only one who decides when someone can leave!!  I did not ... I didn't... [The words get caught in his throat as the tears that had built up in his eyes this whole time start to flow over.  He doesn't make any attempt to stop them either.  He simply falls on his knees and begins to sob.

Just this once, God will cry.

How could he have let this happen?  Both himself and Otonashi?  This was their second chance... weren't they supposed to make the most of it together? ]


Otonashi you promised... you promised you wouldn't leave me.... [so why?  Now he's all alone again...]

[A little while later, when Naoi has his anger and tears under.. decent control, he opens his journal]

Yuzuru Otonashi is gone. [Then he closes the journal.  He has nothing left to say.  There is nothing else to say.

His best friend is gone and that's that.]


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