[ Yoshiki's never heard a gun fired so close to him. The noise is horrible, a roaring crack that has him flinching back and clapping his hands over his ears.
The sight that follows the firing is even worse. He's seen some awful things in the world, but none of them have been quite like watching a body (his body) get ripped apart in such a sudden red burst. He stares at the space where the body was before it flew backwards, and he doesn't know if the thin haze he sees in the air is even real or not.
He doesn't know how much of any of this is real. That girl just made a gun out of his pants and shot something shaped like a human being, and he's lost in a foreign forest, and he can't keep pretending to himself that the strangeness of her eyes is a trick of the light or a pair of fancy contacts. He doesn't even know what 'real' means for this, or if it matters, and he's standing out in the woods with his pants off and a bloody knee and his hands over his ears and he hates this, he hates this he hates this -
Yoshiki makes a small, inarticulate, choking sound, doubles over, and throws up. It's a pitiful wrenching, the contents of his half-digested breakfast splattering onto the grass. ]
cw: vomiting
The sight that follows the firing is even worse. He's seen some awful things in the world, but none of them have been quite like watching a body (his body) get ripped apart in such a sudden red burst. He stares at the space where the body was before it flew backwards, and he doesn't know if the thin haze he sees in the air is even real or not.
He doesn't know how much of any of this is real. That girl just made a gun out of his pants and shot something shaped like a human being, and he's lost in a foreign forest, and he can't keep pretending to himself that the strangeness of her eyes is a trick of the light or a pair of fancy contacts. He doesn't even know what 'real' means for this, or if it matters, and he's standing out in the woods with his pants off and a bloody knee and his hands over his ears and he hates this, he hates this he hates this -
Yoshiki makes a small, inarticulate, choking sound, doubles over, and throws up. It's a pitiful wrenching, the contents of his half-digested breakfast splattering onto the grass. ]