Once upon a time I was falling in love, now I'm only falling apart . . .

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[There is a Crow. He is, in fact, a rather unhappy-but-determined-looking Crow, approaching a brown-haired man sitting at the foot of the dock on which he lives. He also appears to be holding something in his hand.]





[ooc: for Fubuki and Crow, backdated to just after Crow's argument with his double.]

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[markedsnow.livejournal.com]

[And, as per usual for Ruby, you're gonna have to prompt him to get any reaction there, Crow.]

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[No problem. He's used to it.] Yo.

[markedsnow.livejournal.com]

[He glances over, and nods a little, then goes back to staring into space.]

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

You know, I know you found somebody you think gives better head than I do, but I put a roof over your head and I feed you, I think you can fucking look at me. Or did you trade in common fucking respect for a dime bag?

[markedsnow.livejournal.com]

[He turns and blinks at Crow.] ...huh?

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

I know you're fucking someone else. [He reaches behind his neck, arms shifting momentarily, and then his hands come back into view with two ends of a cord held between his fingers. He pulls up on the cord, and a ruby pendant slips out of his top. He holds it out.] This is yours.

[markedsnow.livejournal.com]

...I'm not fucking anyone... [He pauses. Give him a minute...] ...Crow.

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

Man, sell your bridge to somebody who's buying. [He drops the pendant into Ruby's lap.] If you can figure out how to do it when you're so strung out it's a miracle you don't piss yourself.

[markedsnow.livejournal.com]

[He blinks at the pendant, then at Crow.] ...huh?

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[And he looks hurt . . . but on top of that, he also looks relieved, like someone forcing a sliver that has lain too long in their skin, knowing there is relief on the other side of the pain.] Means I'm not taking the shit anymore. I know about the cheating, I know about the drugging, and I know how fucking much you've been hiding from me for no good reason, and I'm telling you, it stops.

You wanna come back and talk after you quit the fucking needle, we can talk. But don't expect me to be waiting.

[markedsnow.livejournal.com]

I haven't slept with anyone or done drugs in... in... I don't know, a while.

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

Awhile.

How long's it been since you told anybody about Aurin, Fubuki?

[markedsnow.livejournal.com]

[He stares, then balls both hands into fists.]

Fuck off. Don't talk about Aurin. Don't you ever say anything about him to me, you're not even supposed to know about them!

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

No, you fuck off.

You had kids and you never told me. You think that's a good way to remember him? You loved him, and he had to of loved you. I could see that on your face when I saw it. And instead of telling the truth, you started drinking and drugging and trying to forget he ever existed. That's about the way it happened, ain't it?

Lemme tell you something, Tenjoin Fubuki. I ain't never lost a kid 'cause they died, but I lost two or three to whatever dreams they thought the street had for 'em. I know what it feels like. And what you're doing is more like pissing in his dead face.

You wanna love him, you wanna care about him, love him. Remember him. Cry for him when you feel like you gotta cry and remember whatever shit happened in the end, you had good times. You had to of, or it wouldn't hurt. But don't pull this bullshit - using other people, tearing 'em up and walking away just 'cause you don't wanna get too close. All you're doing is hurting people. And that ain't no way to remember a kid.

[markedsnow.livejournal.com]

I don't give a shit what you say, Crow. And why should I remember one dead kid over the partner and three living kids I left without a word when he died.

I leave carnage in my wake, and that won't change soon.

1/3

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

2/3

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

3/3

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

. . . . . . . get out.

[markedsnow.livejournal.com]

[Ruby just snorts, swinging around and walking past Crow.]

[m-for-mischief.livejournal.com]

[Crow looks out at the water, not ready to turn around, unwilling to face knowing that this whole time he was party to the destruction of a family, the abandonment of a group of children who must, once, have looked at Ruby as a father, as someone they loved . . . perhaps the most bitter joke in the whole fiasco is that Crow would never do that kind of thing to a child, would gladly, if he could, beat the shit out of anyone who did . . . and in the end, he enabled it.]