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Characters: Ritsuka, Soubi, later Matt, open to Mello
When: April 13th, Afternoon
Where: 202
Rating: Pg-13
Summary: 202's old owners come back

Ritsuka smiled down at Soubi, straddling his lap and pushing him back down into the couch. He brushed ash blond hair back from his face, tweaking his ear with a curious twitch of his lips. Gripping his chin gently between his fingers he tilted his head up, lips pressing to his with a certain determination.

"Soubi, I-"

It was then that the door opened.

Ritsuka's head turned, eyes wide in surprise and hair standing on end, tail about two sizes bigger then it had been and ears standing straight up at the sight of the strangers who proceeded to walk in as though they owned the place.

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Soubi lay beneath Ritsuka, heart racing as his sacrifice took the initiative. Eyes sliding shut as those lips pressed against his. Breath catching as Ritsuka began to speak...

So of course the moment had to be ruined, completely and absolutely as Ritsuka pulled back and sat up straight. Soubi's head snapped around to look at the door, his ears down and back in aggravation while his tail - trapped by the cushions - wapped angrily against the side of the couch.

He was going to seriously maim whoever it was that was interrupting his getting past second base.

"Um...excuse me...who are y-" Ritsuka started to asked, before scrambling to move as one of them came to sit on the couch, acting deaf to the world. His ears fell back with a small whimper. So this is what they'd been taking about. Which meant...this people were dead??

"...Soubi?...What do we do?" he asked. He was entirely out of his element...what were you supposed to do when dead people wanted their apartment back?

Soubi tucked his legs to his chest as Ritsuka scrambled away from ... whatever it was that was claiming the couch and acting like it didn't see him and his sacrifice. The blond stood up, pulling the shorter boy off the couch and to the side as a second 'person' walked through and straightened a crooked picture frame.

"I... I don't know," Soubi mumbled, equally as wierded out by the entire thing as Ritsuka. "Maybe... maybe we should get our things and... We shouldn't stay here. Not with them around."

"Are...they in your rooms too?" he asked with a flustered look, tugging his jacket out from under one of them and holding it protectively to his chest, "They don't...look like they'll hurt us but...it's just...weird..." he said, tail twitching uncomfortably.

He gave a small squeak as his camera narrowly avoided being stepped on, making a dive for it.

Soubi grimaced and darted past the small group - apparently this had been a family unit - and into the remains of the bedroom to grab his bag and jacket, before hurrying back to Ritsuka.

"Only one way to find out, but it's better than staying here," Soubi said, voice firm with new found resolve. There was no way they were going to continue sleeping in 202 with a whole family of the... things walking around.

Soubi headed for the door and after opening it, glanced down the hall in both directions, "Looks like a lot of the former residents are returning. Lets go before they start noticing us."

Ritsuka grabbed his bag, hurrying after Soubi, shrugging it over his shoulder. "This place is so weird," he grumbled, tail wagging furiously now, extremely uncomfortable with all this, "We should lock ourselves in...until they go away..." he said with a pout, reaching for Soubi's hand.

Soubi took the offered hand and squeezed it tight, pulling Ritsuka out of 202 and across the hall to 203, "We lock ourselves in, we'll have an even harder time getting food. Water is easy enough, just melt the snow. But we've been struggling to get decent food ever since we got here."

The blonde pushed the door open and, not seeing any immediate signs of zombies, pulled Ritsuka inside before shutting the door and locking the deadbolt. "But locking ourselves away for a day or so, until we can figure out any sort of pattern to their activities, that we can probably do."

He released his Sacrifice's hand and headed across the living room, toward the remains of the kitchen, only to back pedal as he got to the door. A short, fat zombie was shambling out with a broken plate and heading to the rotted easy-chair in the corner.

"Maybe we should see if one of the others have a room that these things haven't invaded yet..." This time it was Soubi reaching for Ritsuka's hand.

"I thought you didn't like the others," Ritsuka said, only able to manage a mildly teasing smile, fumbling with the lock, "If they're all from the building maybe we should leave...find someplace where they wouldn't have lived...I don't think people like Kamui would let us in..." he said, taking Soubi's hand with a frown.

Why was this happening? The dead shouldn't walk again. Was it because they had no alter here? Ritsuka was going to make a substitute one as soon as he could, it didn't seem so scary in comparison to this.

Soubi frowned, "I don't like them. But there is something to be said for safety in numbers."

Once Ritsuka got the lock undone, Soubi once more took the lead, heading down the hall and to the stairs, "Do you know which room that adult... Epsa...Epso... the adult is in?"

"They're all adults," Ritsuka pointed out, looking thoughtful, trying to remember if Espedon had ever given his room number, then shaking his head, "I don't know...We could ask on our...phone things? If anyone will let us stay with them?" he said with a weak shrug, not sure what else to suggest.

Soubi nodded, pushing them both against the wall, one arm protectively over Ritsuka's chest as group of three undead people came out of the stair well and headed past them. The blond waited a moment before scouting the stairs and then waving for Ritsuka to follow.

"We can at least get out of the building and out of the way of most of these things while we make contact with one of the others. Why don't you call that adult. The show off. He seems willing to work with others."

Soubi certainly didn't want to be the one to admit to any of the others that he was seeking help. Ritsuka looking for assistance was fine.

Ritsuka nodded, watching the undead and then retrieving his PDA, typing quickly with his fingers as they walked.

[Private Espedon]

Um...there are dead people in our rooms. Are there in yours? Not sure where to go.

Ritsuka

He hit send and gave Soubi and small shrug, then thought to add, "He's not a show off, Soubi. He's nice."

A little bubble pops up on Ritsuka's PCD screen with Matt's digital signature.

Hey there,

You've been hacked. I wanted to tell you I have found a safe place where it seems it is free of the creepiness. It's a storage building but it's something.

Matt

Ritsuka blinked at the unexpected reply. "Um...someone...else says they have a place for us..." he said, holding up the screen for Soubi, "Should we trust him?" A storage building seemed like a good idea, not likely to have many undead people running around in it. But Soubi wasn't quick to trust others...

Soubi glanced at the screen and frowned. He gave a sigh and shook his head, "We don't have to trust him to take him up on the offer. At least he hasn't been rude to us before this."

Ritsuka nodded, giving Soubi's hand a quick squeeze before typing back.

Thank you.

Where is the storage building? We will be there shortly.

Ritsuka & Soubi

"Have you talked to him before?" he asked, descending the stairs and holding open the door to outside for Soubi, looking about uncertainly.

Soubi nodded, "Yes. I have. I don't trust him, but I don't not trust him either. He acts sensible so it's likely the place he's found is safe enough for the time being."

The blonde leaned out the door and looked around, then led the way outside, keeping close to the building and out of the way of the walking dead.

"...I think...some people are seeing people they knew..." he mumbled, uncertain if this was a subject he should broach. He didn't know any people who had died. His grandparents had die before his birth, and he had been lucky. Not even a pet, Mother wouldn't allow them. Soubi had some experience with it though, and he wondered if he would have told him if he'd seen someone he knew.

He waited for Matt to reply, taking Soubi's hand again, tracing absent patterns along his palm.

"Then we are lucky, yes? That neither of us have lost anyone worth remembering in such a way," Soubi replied blithely, a little more concerned with guiding his sacrifice to a clear area where the dead didn't seem to be wandering near than with the way he came across. While he had lost his mother to a car accident when he was very young, he couldn't actually remember what she looked like, only a vague idea of a cry that might have been her voice. And Ritsu-sensei was the only father he had ever known, his having abandoned him and his mother before he was even born. At least so far as he was aware.

So while it may have come across a bit cold, it was at the very least, an honest assessment.

"Mm." Ritsuka made a non-committal noise, one ear flattening, lips twisting in an uncertain manner. That seemed like such a sad assessment. He gave Soubi's hand a squeeze.

"You can't leave me, Soubi," he said suddenly, "You can't die and leave me all alone, okay?"

Soubi paused and looked down at Ritsuka, expression blank.

Then he very purposely drew the other boy into his arms and hugged him.

"I promise."

Ritsuka stood on his toes and pressed a kiss to to Soubi's cheek, combing his fingers through his hair. "I love you, Soubi, I would die if anything ever happened to you." It was a worry nearly every Fighter/Sacrifice pair had at some point or another, and it seemed to amplify inside Ritsuka's mind now that Soubi was the only familiar thing left in his world.

"No, you wouldn't," Soubi replied confidently into Ritsuka's hair. "Because you are a very strong person and even if something happened to me, you would continue on. But you don't have to worry about that, because I'm not going to let anything take me away from you and leave you all alone."

The fighter pulled away just enough to glance around and step them both to the side as a zombie ambled past without seeing them. No way he wanted either of them to find out what might happen if they accidentally touched one.

He pouted for a brief moment, "But I wouldn't want to live without Soubi," he said, though he seemed appeased by his next words. His head tilted a bit shyly, "Soubi really thinks I'm strong?" he asked.

His tail twitched at the interruption, though he didn't seem quite as frightened as before. They were just people in the end...creepy, but not trying to hurt him.

"Yes. Soubi thinks Ritsuka is the strongest person he knows."

Ritsuka flushed, looking rather disbelieving. Strong? As a pair he thought they were among the best, but he had never thought of himself, just Ritsuka alone, as strong. Soubi was much stronger than him. Brave, and powerful. Seimei too. There were so many people he could name who were stronger than himself.

Another bubble flashed on Ritsuka's PCD, though this one was different looking than the last and it carried an attachment.

Ritsuka,

I have attached the coordinates to the storage building and a few photos to help pick out the space a friend and I are in if you want to have any company when you get there. The 'others' won't bother you while you travel here... They don't see you. Tell Soubi I say 'hello.' Hope to see you both soon.

Matt

He looked down as the PDA went off, opening the attachments and looking it over before showing Soubi. "He says hello. Do you recognize the area?" he asked. The pictures did more for him then the maps.

Soubi looked at the map and pulled out his sketch book, nodding. He had to flip through a few pages but he got to a similar looking drawing he had made a few days back. It was much rougher and less detailed than the map Matt had sent, but it was clearly the same area.

"Yes. I only wandered over there for about an hour to get the streets down, but I know the way," Soubi replied and tucked his sketch book away.

He then began heading in the right direction at a normal pace, moving to the middle of the street where most of the dead didn't walk, "Can you text him back and ask if he's got the ink already?"

"Oh he's-" Ritsuka flushed. He was the one who'd said he'd get Soubi ink for the tattoo. His ears flattened slightly, but he nodded, following after Soubi, texting and walking at the same time as only a teenager was able.

Matt

He wants to know if you have ink.

"How far is it?" he asked, moving closer, tail tangling with Soubi's.

Ritsuka,

I went to drop it off when I came home... No one answered. I have the supplies back at the flat.

Matt

"They're not with him," Ritsuka passed on, more then a little relieved, "But he got the supplies."

"That's good," Soubi replied absently, nodding to himself. "It means it can get taken care of once these matters are taken care of." He waved at the people around him to indicate the zombies. "It's not too far, maybe a half hour walk?"

Ritsuka pursed his lips, but nodded, "If that's what Soubi wants," he said, smiling up at him, then linking arms.

"...They aren't so scary I guess...the people. I feel sorry for them. I bet they were happy here before whatever happened."

There's a whole family of them in my room. They're acting... strange. Like they know I'm here, and they don't like it. I'm going to relocate and do some investigating.

Stick with Soubi, I'm pretty sure he has your best interests in mind.

Take care.

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