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Man, I can't be sober and talk to you
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Hanzō's cloudy, pearl misted mind cleared. A more and more frequent occurrence.
Milk fog becomes distorted reality.
Again and again.
Drink, fog, clear.
Repeat.
Chug, gulp, swallow.
Cotton, fuzz, static.
Burning. Clarity. Agony.
Again and again.
He woke once again, to the blinding awareness of everything.
Even to the cooling blood on his knuckles.
And the men on the ground.
Broken bats, now more like mulch, splintered into their skin and the ground. Beaten groans escaping split lips.
One... three... five... seven... seven people on the concrete ally.
Abnormally snapped limbs the norm for the lucky.
Glass shattered from his grasp, now on the ground. Rich amber brown liquid spilling between his fingers.
He had a cut on his cheekbone. Nothing else.
Sickness crawled from his gut and numbness fought it back down.
His breath caught in his lungs. Making 'inhale, exhale' impossible.
Red lights and blaring alarms sounded blurred in his ears, not making it much further than the canal.
He ran. Helplessly. Guiltily. Endlessly.
Thin clothes not shielding him from some unknown endless ache.
He wants it to fade away.
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"Satoru! You're late!"
Yuuji looked like he wanted some bleach for his eyes, and well, Hanzō couldn't blame him.
Is this the legendary gap moe?
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