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[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

[Why are you even existing.

It was like someone had stabbed him in the heart with that question, and...'Yuusei'...has never looked so...angry. Bitter. Not just that, but...scared. Scared that maybe, it was he who was the lie and the twins who were real. The doubt was supposed to end. Not get worse. But it's returned like never before, and all he can do is one thing.

Ride his D-Wheel as hard as he can. As fast as he could. At least it was a comfort to know the D-Wheel didn't have to have an identity crisis.]

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[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[Curiouser and curiouser. Is that a Yuusei she spies? And riding at a breakneck speed no doubt--Sherry herself was going out for a ride to cool her head (she's so fed up with this place and won't say it aloud but she misses Mizoguchi D8) Swiftly, she guns it and rides up next to him.]

Oi, Yuusei!

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

[It takes a moment for it to register. Not Yuusei. He's...who cares. Wait. No. Someone was talking to him. His head slowly turns to look at the person.

...Female person.]

Yo.

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[She's going to fast, following his speed, to really notice his face all that much or the color of his eyes. He's just a blur, and the adrenaline is rushing through her veins as she presses into a curve in the street and heads him off--a playful race.]

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

[A race, huh. He can see it. And perhaps for a moment he can forget his doubts and sadness. He begins to accelerate as the curve turns into straight road, in hoes of passing her.]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[She speeds confidently--meeting his speed, wary and trying to gauge on whether on not he has the room to accelerate even more. It's been a while since she last raced against him, dueling, becoming the wind. She leans into her D-Wheel, hugging it close with her body as she stays on par with him.]

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

[He leans forward, allowing the speed to increase. The wind blows so hard it is impossible to even hear the motors of the D-Wheel. But it's like flying. It's like having wings. Going this fast, it's like...when he was born. No gravity, just the air lifting him, shaping him.

He takes the next curve, hard left, fast, but doesn't skip a beat in getting through it without a scratch. It's as if he'd done that turn his whole life. Maybe he had. Who knows.]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[Sherry can't help but give a slight laugh and lean into the curve, treasuring it for a few moments, how she feels one with her D-Wheel. She eyes Yuusei... there's something different about him, something solitary, disturbed, not quite right, but she can't put her finger on it. Maybe it's the jacket :|a]

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

[Hmm, yes, he is wearing a different jacket, isn't he? Nor does he really seem to acknowledge Sherry at all as she goes neck and neck with him. No...it starts to bring back memories of the times they had gone on their D-Wheels...his hands tighten on the clutch considerably.]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[She narrows her eyes a bit in concern because she catches brief sight of that clenching... and you just don't smell right mister :| not literally of course.]

Yuusei.

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

[He can't hear her, of course. It's too loud. But the finish line is close. So close...He accelerates one final time As he nears the end of the line - an abandoned boat pier.]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[She sees where he's headed and presses forward, accelerating so that she's right next to him, neck and neck, right with him in the wind and she lets out a laugh, pushing out the negative thoughts and her wanting to have Mizoguchi by her side and all of these strange happenings on this island... she throws them to the wind, to have the breeze take them away as she nears the final line with him at her top speed.]

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

[A tie. As they pass through the gate, his D-Wheel instantly starts to slow down, until it stops, a long line of burning rubber and smoke in its wake. The tires were fine, though. Really.

The smoke obscures his D-Wheel as he looks down, his hands still clenching the handlebars. Finally. though, he forcibly dislodges his hands (how tightly was he gripping?) and removes his helmet as the smoke clears.]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[Sherry comes to graceful halt a few feet away herself, removing her own helmet and letting her blonde hair spread over her shoulders as she turns her head.]

Good race, don't you agree, Yuusei--Mon Dieu!

[HELMET CLATTER AND LOOK OF SHOCK IGNORE MUN BEING A LAZY BUTT]

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

...What?

[The look of a man who's...he looks like him...but there's a coldness in his eyes, an anger, that betrays the fact. Even if his eyes had been the same color, it would have made no difference. He is and isn't Yuusei.]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

You're one of those doubles, [she murmurs quietly, getting off to grab her helmet and brush it off thoughtfully. She is a bit stunned, particularly at the markers running down his face and the greenness of his eyes.] I suppose you don't know me then.

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

No. I don't know you.

[Blunt. He almost called Sherry toots. She looks like a toots. But he's already been smacked around enough in some respect today, so he's not going to say it out loud.]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[Yeahhhhh good idea :| She's not fond of those sorts of names. She saunters over to him and holds out her hand, helmet under one arm.]

Sherry. LeBlanc.

Are you Yuusei or do you go by something else? [She raises a thin brow... there's something off about him. Something... sad. And frustrated.]

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

[He takes the hand and shakes it. Sherry, huh?]

At this point...I have no damn clue what to go by without it. Just feeling...

[He stops. Like a lie.]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[Firm grip. Nice. But he's trailing off.]

Well it's kind of hard to thank someone for a great race when they don't know what to go by, don't you think, Yuusei? Whoever you are?

[She looks out at the water from the pier. The two marks on his face... he must have been in quite some trouble to get those...]

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

I know that. Just.

[He rubs the ridge of his nose.]

I don't even know who I fucking am at this point.

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[Manly pat on the shoulder.]

The name upsets you. Clearly.

[It isn't a question. It's a statement. She sighs and sits on her hip, watching him silently.]

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

[At this, he lets out an angry huff, and sits down on the ground.]

Not just that name either.

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[She looks at the ground of the pier and decides there's no harm in joining him. She sits down and studies him for a moment.]

You want to talk about it?

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

No.


Not yet.

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[She gives a nod and looks out at the water, sighing and running her fingers through her luscious, golden hair.]

Fine then. We don't have to.

[She still eyes him piercingly with those green eyes of her own.]

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

[He responds with his own glare. His eyes. There's more than just anger in there. But no way in hell he'll say it out loud to someone he doesn't know. Hell, he tried to tell someone he knows and he just...destroyed him.]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[She rests her chin in her hands, drumming her fingers on her cheek. Now, to come up with a name for him. One that's not Yuusei. Something temporary... She eyes the markers on his cheeks.]

Must have gotten into quite a bit of trouble to get those.

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

No. I didn't get them from being in trouble.

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[She looks at him silently and gives a sigh.]

Yuusei.

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't respond to the name.]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[Hmph, Sherry doesn't like being ignored.]

Oi, Trouble. Look at me. In the eye. Now.

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

...

Trouble?

[He looks Sherry in the eye...well, somewhat incredulously. 'Trouble'?]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[Well if you aren't going to respond to Yuusei, she's going to call you Trouble :\ because you look like you've gotten into some deep trouble before. And not just by your markers, but by your expressions and the overall way you present yourself.

You look like you've been through a lot.]

You heard me.

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

You're really something, you know that.

[POT. KETTLE. HELLO!]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

[She laughs, and its a warm, rich sound of a blue blooded woman, even if she hasn't lived that exact life style since she was a very young girl.]

Yeah, well, what else am I supposed to call you then? Pierre? Jean Louis? Phillipe?

[1andthesame.livejournal.com]

[The look of horror and disgust on his face at the suggestion of Pierre and Jean Louis says it all.]

[cherchevalier.livejournal.com]

Then we're in agreement.

Trouble it is.