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yuno gasai • 我妻 由乃 → ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ([personal profile] obsessing) wrote in [community profile] afterliving2013-06-21 11:10 am

eins ❤ text / action

OPTION A ♥ TEXT POST ON THE COMPUTERS ( ANY TIME BEFORE SHE MEETS YUKITERU )

Yukki! Yukki!

I'm here now, so there's no need for you to panic anymore, okay? I'll protect you! I won't let anybody touch you. I'll go looking for you now! If you see this, Yukki, tell me where you are! I don't want to miss a single second, a single minute waiting! ♥


[ And yes, this is actually posted publicly for everybody who's using a computer at this very moment to see. ]


OPTION B ♥ ACTION ( EVERYWHERE; ANY TIME )

[ Even though she had absolutely no clue where she was — or even why she was here, she knew that the person she cared about the most was, no, is here. After all, she had asked plenty of NPCs and they all gave her the same answer: yes.

Her memory might have been a little fuzzy in some spots, but first things first: time to find Yukki. Even if she had to get rid of anybody who stood in the way of that goal. ]
observesthings: (✩ → I see someone else)

[personal profile] observesthings 2013-06-25 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's right. She was. He wiped the tear from his eye. Any conversation he had about her disappearing - which she clearly didn't remember happening - could wait. Was this the third world's Yuno? Or second world's? No... no, no way it was. Not with this strength he could feel just from the hug. ]

Yeah. You are, Yuno. [ He leans in to kiss her cheek, before releasing her. ] Did you just get here?
observesthings: (✩ →  the outcome feels the same)

[personal profile] observesthings 2013-06-25 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As she released him, and frowned, he looked confused for a second. But shortly after, her frown is returned, when she asked that question. He was dreading this, but they needed to address this eventually. ]

Yuno... this is the afterlife.
observesthings: (✩ →  our planet watching)

[personal profile] observesthings 2013-06-26 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He knew that look. Oh dear lord did he know that look, even if it was a very, very rare sight from the Third World's Yuno, and usually that was when she was channeling her new (old?) memories.

This was the First World's Yuno. Again. Which... which proves... if someone vanishes, they can indeed come back. Or maybe she never vanished to begin with? Was Yuno never resurrected?

He'd have to talk to Yuri later. In secret, of course. ]


I... don't know. [ He's being honest. He tries not to think about the possibilities. There was no Survival Game in the Third World - he said that'd happen over his dead body, whether he and Yuno began dying like Deus did or not - and because he and Yuno would be mostly immortal, that only leaves the possibility of murder. Or suicide.] I just kind of... you know... woke up here. I guess I should have asked Muru Muru or Deus what exactly happens after you die... because this definitely isn't heaven.

[ It's not exactly hell, either. Though, Yukki was never really the religious type. ]
Edited 2013-06-26 20:43 (UTC)
observesthings: Lyrics: "I Wanna Marry My Stalker" by Goldfinger (★ → She calls me)

[personal profile] observesthings 2013-07-01 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, she probably would be. It's Yuno, after all. But this was big. Huge. As in, 'someone probably lied to all of them' huge. She had a point, though... he didn't have to remember. In fact, he was probably better off not remembering.

Even if this was rather bittersweet. Yes, he loved the first world's Yuno - she was the reason he fell in love with Yuno in the first place, and even if the third world's Yuno was technically a different person, she was, in many ways, still the first Yuno she fell in love with. Just... with a much happier life, and without the consequences of not having a good life. ]


Well... Yuno, we're... well... dead. We can't die a second time... [ Not that he doesn't want her protection - really, he knows at this point that trying to convince her otherwise was futile - just trying to let her know that she doesn't need to fear death now. ]
observesthings: (✩ → like home)

[personal profile] observesthings 2013-07-04 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, he should have known this conversation was going to go nowhere. Figures, really. Oh well... a small price to pay for being with Yuno again. ]

... okay. Can we sit down for lunch, now?
observesthings: (★ → but when I look at the stars)

[personal profile] observesthings 2013-07-05 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's used to it. Very, very used to it. He chooses a seat at the far end of a relatively empty table, with an empty seat next to him. ]

The food here's not too bad... when they actually clean the place, first.
observesthings: (✩ → on the phone)

[personal profile] observesthings 2013-07-09 10:47 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, Yuno.

[ No complaints there. Yuno was an amazing cook, better than his own mother. He takes a bite of his sandwich - thankfully, no worms this time - and looks over at her. He can still scarcely believe she's back... It was like a huge weight was lifted off of his shoulders. ]

I haven't seen anyone else from our world here. [ Wait... This was the first world's Yuno. ] Umm... Any of our worlds. At least, nobody I recognize.
observesthings: (✩ →  maybe I'm the one to blame)

[personal profile] observesthings 2013-07-11 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. [ He squeezes her hand for a moment, thinking. ] Hey, Yuno... [ A question he already knows the answer to, but he feels the need to ask anyway. ]

Is there anyone from our world you miss?
observesthings: (★ →  Maybe I'm overcast)

[personal profile] observesthings 2013-07-13 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
You don't even miss Murumuru?

[ He's curious. In a way, she was Yuno's only friend besides himself. And, well... after all that time he spent with the second world's Murumuru, she's kind of grown on him, too. Though she took a lot of getting used to. ]
observesthings: (★ →  the problem)

[personal profile] observesthings 2013-07-16 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Right. She doesn't know what Murumuru did for them quite yet... ]

... I guess it doesn't matter. We have each other, after all...