Virtue, dear friend, needs no defense, The surest guard is innocence

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Characters: Ritsuka, Open
When: Backdated to after this
Where: Garage at 16th and Nevinnost
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The reaction to the Joker's message
Note: Anyone can come, but Ritsuka won't want to leave until he sees Soubi



He hadn't moved much from where they'd left. The cigarette had been let to fall from his lips after a few minutes had passed, and dull eyes watched in for some time, laying prone on the dirty floor. There was blood on in, looking almost like a lipstick print. He wasn't sure how long he stared at it before a wave of nausea had him curling in further on himself.

His fingers came to pry weakly at the collar cutting him off from Soubi, making a small noise in the back of his throat as he tried to keep his emotions plugged up. It wouldn't budge and his head hung, resting on his knees. Tentatively, he brought his hand up to his head, where his ears should have been, and instead is hand feel through nothing and came to his hair. They were really gone.

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The edge of his lip twitched at the choked admission. He could feel the other presence that had entered, but he didn't sense any blood lust or animosity. Whoever it was was staying out of the way, which made them much more cooperative and much easier to ignore than Ritsuka. Ritsuka, who was muttering about not being able to feel his partner, who was opening his mouth and trying to talk even as the edge of his lips were being healed. Then again, if Hitsugaya had ever lost track of Matsumoto's reiatsu... No. That didn't matter because she wasn't here.

He sighed. One side was now reattached, the other side getting close. He wouldn't chance asking questions until the healing was complete, especially when he didn't want to get distracted. But as soon as the glow began to fade, he took a deep breath and released it, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly as he moved his hand away to inspect the outcome. Not bad for an amateur like him.

Alright then. Now he could ask questions. "What does that mean? When you can't feel him."

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"...I can't feel him at all," he tried to explain, "Here." He placed his hand over his heart, over the place where his true name was written down his chest. His eyes became glossy again, and he shook his head, not knowing how to explain it. "...It's like he's dead." His voice was small and hoarse, and he glanced warily towards the woman. Was she safe? He hadn't talked to her before. Was anyone safe?

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Well... shit. But no, that didn't mean anything conclusive. If Hitsugaya had known what Soubi's energy signature was like, he could have searched for it, but he didn't. "I doubt he's dead. You're the only one in danger here," he reassured. It was an empty reassurance, certainly, but a reassurance none-the-less. "It's more likely something's happened to you than to him."

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Ritsuka swallowed, wanting to protest, but he gave a small nod, and wrapping his arms a little further around himself at the appearance of a third person. So that was Grimmer. He groaned and tried to hide his face in his knees. He didn't want all these people looking at him.