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scriveynerTitle: the wreckage
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 321
Summary: It was all material things, though, and even as limited-edition and rare as some of those things were. Most of them could be replaced in time, and there was some fun and challenge in hunting down the rarest of the pieces. He would just have to start over.
There wasn’t a whole lot left when Masayoshi went back later. Most of the debris had already been cleared away, melted piles of plastic and ash swept to the side. It really hurt that it was all gone, all of it - the box from his grandfather, his other costumes - he couldn’t even think of the tragedy that was once his collection of memorabilia without getting a little choked up.
It was all material things, though, and even as limited-edition and rare as some of those things were. Most of them could be replaced in time, and there was some fun and challenge in hunting down the rarest of the pieces. He would just have to start over.
There were some things that couldn’t be replaced, though. When he set the box full of salvaged odds and ends down in what once was the living room, he tried not to stare at the dark splotches stained into the tile. Gotou’s blood.
He thought about texting Gotou again - he’d been texting him regularly, trying to coax him out of the self-induced isolation he’d buried himself in after the events that had occurred - it was slow going. Sometimes he’d get a response, but most of the time it was just silence.
Maybe he’d just show up unannounced like he used to, bring Gotou some beer and company. It did him no good to wallow in his solitude, and Masayoshi hated how helpless it made him feel to just do nothing.
The remains of his life in this apartment fit into one sad cardboard box. Masayoshi sighed and covered it, then looked around again and resolved to not let it weigh on him. This part of his life might be over now, but there were plenty of new beginnings ahead.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: M
Length: 321
Summary: It was all material things, though, and even as limited-edition and rare as some of those things were. Most of them could be replaced in time, and there was some fun and challenge in hunting down the rarest of the pieces. He would just have to start over.
There wasn’t a whole lot left when Masayoshi went back later. Most of the debris had already been cleared away, melted piles of plastic and ash swept to the side. It really hurt that it was all gone, all of it - the box from his grandfather, his other costumes - he couldn’t even think of the tragedy that was once his collection of memorabilia without getting a little choked up.
It was all material things, though, and even as limited-edition and rare as some of those things were. Most of them could be replaced in time, and there was some fun and challenge in hunting down the rarest of the pieces. He would just have to start over.
There were some things that couldn’t be replaced, though. When he set the box full of salvaged odds and ends down in what once was the living room, he tried not to stare at the dark splotches stained into the tile. Gotou’s blood.
He thought about texting Gotou again - he’d been texting him regularly, trying to coax him out of the self-induced isolation he’d buried himself in after the events that had occurred - it was slow going. Sometimes he’d get a response, but most of the time it was just silence.
Maybe he’d just show up unannounced like he used to, bring Gotou some beer and company. It did him no good to wallow in his solitude, and Masayoshi hated how helpless it made him feel to just do nothing.
The remains of his life in this apartment fit into one sad cardboard box. Masayoshi sighed and covered it, then looked around again and resolved to not let it weigh on him. This part of his life might be over now, but there were plenty of new beginnings ahead.
