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Yuri Hyuga ([personal profile] godslayerdemon) wrote in [community profile] kaibyakuirai2017-02-04 04:53 pm

These memories keep haunting me

[Yuri found himself hating living in the house. Didn't really know why considering he had memories of living in it. Maybe because it contradicted the memories he had of traveling so much. Maybe it was simply the idea that he didn't feel like he really belonged there. It had no real sense of the feeling home should produce in his heart. He felt like a stranger inside his own house and so he spent as little time there as possible. During the day it wasn't so bad, he could go anywhere he wanted - duck into shops, walk around and look at all the people.

At night though, he'd sometimes end up walking up to his darkened house and not even bother going past the front door. The best times where when he stayed late over at Alice's. Even though her house didn't give off the sense of home either, the fact that Alice was there was enough for him to ignore that feeling. Anywhere Alice was is exactly where Yuri wanted to be. So when she let him stay the night were the best.

When she didn't, Yuri would often find himself taking to the woods to spend the night out camping. Had himself a permanent place out there. There was a ring of rocks where he built his fires and had blankets, a tent and everything he'd need even in the middle of winter. Blanca seemed to prefer this as well. Rarely did the wolf take to being in the house. Actually, he liked being in the houses even less than Yuri did so he was often coming along when Yuri was out camping or would take up space in Alice's backyard when the nights weren't too cold or the weather wasn't bad.

Tonight is one of the nights where Yuri shows up on Alice's porch, ringing the doorbell at a decent hour. It's not yet dark outside but he hadn't exactly called to tell her that he was going to be showing up either.]
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[personal profile] bible_black 2017-02-04 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alice is in the middle of cooking dinner when she hears the doorbell ring. In all honesty, she can’t remember where or how she learned this skill, but she knows it. Some of her other memories are just as hazy, and her dreams confuse her with scenarios that she doesn’t remember, at all. She has to wait for a good stopping point before she heads to the door and greets Yuri with some surprise. Not that she should be, really, because he does show up from time to time without any advance notice. Inviting him in, she opens the backyard door for Blanca, and then brings him a fresh piece of raw meat from her fridge.

Now, it’s their turn to dine. Alice fixes plates for both of them, and sits beside Yuri with a warm smile as they eat. No matter what she cooks, it seems like he always enjoys the food. She feels more than just fondness toward him, but can’t completely recall how they met, or fell in love with each other. It’s unsettling, and she does pretty well to hide her trepidation. Still, Yuri might know, just because it seems like he pays close attention to her mood. She is getting more and more used to the idea of him staying over at her house, and has already turned one of the guestrooms into a space for him.]

What brings you here tonight, Yuri?
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[personal profile] bible_black 2017-02-05 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Blanca is such a well-behaved wolf. At first, Alice felt nervous around him, but he proved to be a very trustworthy companion. What truly amazes her is his ability to fight. Really, he’s as intelligent as a human being. Her gaze slides toward the backyard every so often, just to check up on him. She hasn’t grown comfortable enough to let him stay in the house yet, but maybe one day, they will get to that point.

There is something both tender and melancholic about the way Yuri looks at her. Like he expects her to leave at any moment, and she wonders if she has given him that impression on accident. Sometimes, Alice wishes she could read his mind and figure out why he feels that way toward her. Has she done anything wrong? They’re lovers, she knows that, but those fragmented memories are making them act differently around each other. Almost like they’re living an illusion, with the truth shrouded from both of their minds.]

It’s good to see you. [She tells him sincerely, and then makes a gesture at his plate.] Would you like a second helping? Or did you have something else in mind? [Alice has already finished her meal, and wonders if he wants to do anything in particular to spend time together.]