[Kaz looked just as uncertain as Yu. It was clear that he was puzzled by this scene, especially as nothing seemed to be happening. If it wasn't for the slight movement of the high grass, Kazuya would've assumed the scene was a complete still, like a blurry picture you'd see on someone's blog or something]
Is this yours? I don't remember...
[Kazuya wanted to look away, but he felt almost transfixed. The scene seemed to flicker slightly, darken almost, the sky... darkening a little, reddening - a sunset? But no, the sun was still high up in the blue-red sky, dimmer around the edges, casting dark shadows over the waving grass, though some of it looked... slick? Wet? Yes, no, those weren't shadows. They looked like splatters, in a distinct pattern, over some of grass, clumping them together. Splatters of...
...of...?]
Ugh...
[His brain suddenly felt like something was squeezing it tightly, and he closed his eyes against the scene on the mirror, one hand lifting to press against his left eye. It was burning, suddenly, a persistent, piercing throb. He felt like... that should be familiar? Should it? The unease was still there. Something was telling him he didn't want to know. He really didn't want to know]
W-Whatever it is, let's just ignore it. [He managed to shrug off the sudden vertigo, turning away from the mirror, from Yu, that dreadful unease beginning to morph into something... else...] C'mon.
... this isn't mine, [ Yu says softly. He lived in the city for most of his life, and there aren't fields like this outside of Inaba. Kazuya's reaction is genuinely starting to worry him. He starts to reach out, but hesitates, thinking Kazuya probably won't appreciate any kind of physical contact from him, of all people. He drops his hand, and only nods.
Rather than say anything more, he heads for the door, yanking it back open. He gestures for Kazuya to go ahead of him, trying not to let his gaze be drawn back to the slowly reddening mirrors. ]
[Kazuya tried not to make it look like he was outright fleeing for the door, but the red field was crowding close in his peripheral vision, and - he swore he could suddenly smell copper, earth, the overpowering stench of split- no, shit, this was him just imagining things. Don't think about stuff like that
He managed to reach the door without incident, his eyes flickering to the mirror where - blurred shapes were in the field now, and it looked like- a person leaning over someone half-submerged in the waving cattails, his arm raised high, clutching something, but the whole scene was in so many shades of red it was difficult to even tell what was happening. The field had blended in with the sky, the sun was a burning, piercing ball of violent crimson and- no, stop looking at it you moron!]
Shit. Damn it. No, not remembering that, not remembering it. Out, let's get out out out~
[Instead of pushing his own way out of the building like every scrap of instinct he possessed was screaming at him to do, there was still some detached part of him that made him reach out to grasp Yu by the arm and practically drag him out of the building with him. Kaz wasn't taking any chances. He leaves and, what, the mirrors focus on Yu-Yu instead? No way, Kaz wasn't going to come back in here to save him even if the whole place was on fire! Yu was coming with him right now!
So, apologies for getting hauled out of the building by a very openly distressed Kazuya. He practically staggered out of the door too, only letting go of Yu's arm once he registered they were outside and not in that claustrophobic building, his whole body shaking and his head pounding like a drum. That was... intense. Still felt intense. Everywhere he looked, he could see phantom streaks of red, still imagine the smell until he was genuinely worried that he was actually going to vomit. He managed to hold it in]
Fuuuuuck... fuck, fuck that place... [he was bracing himself on his knees, taking deep breaths like he just finished running a marathon] Fuck it hell.
[ Yu chokes on a noise of surprise as Kaz grabs his arm and yanks him out of the building too. He wasn't expecting that. He doesn't fight against it, and just lets himself be tugged along, his eyes a little wide as he trots along in Kaz's wake. His memory-drunk tilt makes it hard to follow along without stumbling, but Yu manages it until he's released. Slowly he'll draw his arm back, staring at the other boy impassively, not sure how to process what just happened or what he was seeing on those mirrors.
The more he learns about the boy who would murder him for Minato's sake, the more he grows ... concerned.
[Kazuya felt like he was on sturdier ground when Yu finally spoke up - mentally speaking. Wrestling his breathing under control, he straightened up and scrubbed at his face with his trembling hands. Jesus Christ. Get it together, man]
Yup. I'm fine. [Somehow, he managed to sound chirpy, lowering his hands and turning to Yu with a somewhat competent poker face. Somewhat. He still looked a little pale] Okay. Calm. I'm calm.
[Okay, good. Definitely on solid ground now. Okay. Potential disaster averted. What disaster it was... he had no idea. Already, that looming dreadful feeling was retreating, leaving him shaking from adrenaline and confused relief but... it was okay. He was totally A-Okay]
Sorry - I didn't hurt you or anything when dragging you out, did I?
[Heart rate back to normal, breathing normal... yup, it's like Nothing Had Happened!]
[Kaz let out an unsteady laugh, one that pitched a little too high - he quickly realised that he was sounding borderline hysterical though, and stopped abruptly, staring past Yu at the building they just vacated. Honestly. Talk about what. He didn't even know what the hell even happened.
It was meant to be Belzaboul. That was what he saw last time and, while the first time had been a horrible, nasty shock, leaving his mouth sour from the awful memories the sight of the demon had brought, it was... tolerable. Manageable. Kaz saw him in his nightmares enough for him to brush it off after a few moments of deep breathing. But that...
A crimson field, a setting sun, waving cattails... Kaz could say with absolute certainty he had never seen that in his entire life. He was a city boy. Except for the field trip his school did annually, he never even left Tokyo to the country side. Yet. Yet. Yet.]
That was... I'm not remembering it. [Because, as deep as his morbid curiosity was, there was a very deep, primal fear that he didn't want to know. That knowing would open the flood gate to something terrible that he'd be unable to pull back from] I don't want to remember it. It's- it was just a dumb thing. A dumb mirror thing. It's not real, it's never real, it never happened. That's it. That's all. I'm not remembering it.
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I'm... not sure?
[Kaz looked just as uncertain as Yu. It was clear that he was puzzled by this scene, especially as nothing seemed to be happening. If it wasn't for the slight movement of the high grass, Kazuya would've assumed the scene was a complete still, like a blurry picture you'd see on someone's blog or something]
Is this yours? I don't remember...
[Kazuya wanted to look away, but he felt almost transfixed. The scene seemed to flicker slightly, darken almost, the sky... darkening a little, reddening - a sunset? But no, the sun was still high up in the blue-red sky, dimmer around the edges, casting dark shadows over the waving grass, though some of it looked... slick? Wet? Yes, no, those weren't shadows. They looked like splatters, in a distinct pattern, over some of grass, clumping them together. Splatters of...
...of...?]
Ugh...
[His brain suddenly felt like something was squeezing it tightly, and he closed his eyes against the scene on the mirror, one hand lifting to press against his left eye. It was burning, suddenly, a persistent, piercing throb. He felt like... that should be familiar? Should it? The unease was still there. Something was telling him he didn't want to know. He really didn't want to know]
W-Whatever it is, let's just ignore it. [He managed to shrug off the sudden vertigo, turning away from the mirror, from Yu, that dreadful unease beginning to morph into something... else...] C'mon.
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Rather than say anything more, he heads for the door, yanking it back open. He gestures for Kazuya to go ahead of him, trying not to let his gaze be drawn back to the slowly reddening mirrors. ]
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He managed to reach the door without incident, his eyes flickering to the mirror where - blurred shapes were in the field now, and it looked like- a person leaning over someone half-submerged in the waving cattails, his arm raised high, clutching something, but the whole scene was in so many shades of red it was difficult to even tell what was happening. The field had blended in with the sky, the sun was a burning, piercing ball of violent crimson and- no, stop looking at it you moron!]
Shit. Damn it. No, not remembering that, not remembering it. Out, let's get out out out~
[Instead of pushing his own way out of the building like every scrap of instinct he possessed was screaming at him to do, there was still some detached part of him that made him reach out to grasp Yu by the arm and practically drag him out of the building with him. Kaz wasn't taking any chances. He leaves and, what, the mirrors focus on Yu-Yu instead? No way, Kaz wasn't going to come back in here to save him even if the whole place was on fire! Yu was coming with him right now!
So, apologies for getting hauled out of the building by a very openly distressed Kazuya. He practically staggered out of the door too, only letting go of Yu's arm once he registered they were outside and not in that claustrophobic building, his whole body shaking and his head pounding like a drum. That was... intense. Still felt intense. Everywhere he looked, he could see phantom streaks of red, still imagine the smell until he was genuinely worried that he was actually going to vomit. He managed to hold it in]
Fuuuuuck... fuck, fuck that place... [he was bracing himself on his knees, taking deep breaths like he just finished running a marathon] Fuck it hell.
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The more he learns about the boy who would murder him for Minato's sake, the more he grows ... concerned.
Just who - or what - is he? ]
Kazuya-san... are you alright?
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Yup. I'm fine. [Somehow, he managed to sound chirpy, lowering his hands and turning to Yu with a somewhat competent poker face. Somewhat. He still looked a little pale] Okay. Calm. I'm calm.
[Okay, good. Definitely on solid ground now. Okay. Potential disaster averted. What disaster it was... he had no idea. Already, that looming dreadful feeling was retreating, leaving him shaking from adrenaline and confused relief but... it was okay. He was totally A-Okay]
Sorry - I didn't hurt you or anything when dragging you out, did I?
[Heart rate back to normal, breathing normal... yup, it's like Nothing Had Happened!]
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At the question, he shakes his head slowly. ]
No, I'm alright. That was probably for the best, anyway. The faster we got out of there, the better.
[ A beat. ]
... we don't have to talk about it. But we can, if you need to.
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[Kaz let out an unsteady laugh, one that pitched a little too high - he quickly realised that he was sounding borderline hysterical though, and stopped abruptly, staring past Yu at the building they just vacated. Honestly. Talk about what. He didn't even know what the hell even happened.
It was meant to be Belzaboul. That was what he saw last time and, while the first time had been a horrible, nasty shock, leaving his mouth sour from the awful memories the sight of the demon had brought, it was... tolerable. Manageable. Kaz saw him in his nightmares enough for him to brush it off after a few moments of deep breathing. But that...
A crimson field, a setting sun, waving cattails... Kaz could say with absolute certainty he had never seen that in his entire life. He was a city boy. Except for the field trip his school did annually, he never even left Tokyo to the country side. Yet. Yet. Yet.]
That was... I'm not remembering it. [Because, as deep as his morbid curiosity was, there was a very deep, primal fear that he didn't want to know. That knowing would open the flood gate to something terrible that he'd be unable to pull back from] I don't want to remember it. It's- it was just a dumb thing. A dumb mirror thing. It's not real, it's never real, it never happened. That's it. That's all. I'm not remembering it.