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[He doesn't remember much about his execution.
Oh sure, he remembers the lead-up to it; he remembers how the others looked on as he was led away and sure, he remembers Ishimaru's screams. He doesn't remember the death cage nor does he remember the sudden pain before it was all over.
It made waking up here incredibly confusing.
"Here" must be some sort of afterlife, but Mondo hasn't been able to figure out what it is, exactly. It's obviously not heaven (he's killed two people, he doesn't belong in heaven), but it doesn't seem to be hell either. Things are monotonous, yes, but they're not bad.
That leaves the option of purgatory, which Mondo is more or less fine with. It's better than spending an eternity suffering. It's probably not right for him to stay here instead of moving on to hell, but he doesn't know how or when that will happen. He's content to leave it at that for the time being.
This place is a rather large city - half of it is full of native English speakers, whom Mondo tends to avoid (his English is atrocious, after all), the other half is full of Japanese speakers. The city itself doesn't seem to be anywhere Mondo has ever seen, but it's large and spread out, with plenty to explore and do. Mondo hasn't seen everything there is to see though; he's only been here for a few weeks, and he knew if he wanted to make ends meet, he'd need a job first. Exploring could wait.
It's convenient that there's a carpenter's shop just down the road from the apartment Mondo woke up in. It might not technically be his, but he's been staying there until he can afford to properly rent it out. No one has complained so far, so he figures it's fine for the time being. The carpenter works him to the bone and he's never been so exhausted in his life when he comes home, but it's a good kind of exhaustion that means he's doing something productive. He can't make up for what he's done in the past, but he can help out here.
He's off work for the day, lounging around in what serves as the living room of his apartment, flipping through the newspaper. The dates here are all screwed up - it's almost winter here and he knows he'll have to put some money away toward buying proper winter clothes. That's only a minor concern though, because he has much bigger things to worry about.
In a city this large, it's possible that he's just missed seeing the others. He hasn't been looking very hard, admittedly. He's not sure what to say to them when he does see them. "Sorry" simply won't cut it for Fujisaki. He doesn't really want to see Kuwata, Enoshima, or Maizono either. He's sure it's only a matter of time before one of them finds him, or before someone else shows up here.
All he can do is hope that it won't be Ishimaru.]
Oh sure, he remembers the lead-up to it; he remembers how the others looked on as he was led away and sure, he remembers Ishimaru's screams. He doesn't remember the death cage nor does he remember the sudden pain before it was all over.
It made waking up here incredibly confusing.
"Here" must be some sort of afterlife, but Mondo hasn't been able to figure out what it is, exactly. It's obviously not heaven (he's killed two people, he doesn't belong in heaven), but it doesn't seem to be hell either. Things are monotonous, yes, but they're not bad.
That leaves the option of purgatory, which Mondo is more or less fine with. It's better than spending an eternity suffering. It's probably not right for him to stay here instead of moving on to hell, but he doesn't know how or when that will happen. He's content to leave it at that for the time being.
This place is a rather large city - half of it is full of native English speakers, whom Mondo tends to avoid (his English is atrocious, after all), the other half is full of Japanese speakers. The city itself doesn't seem to be anywhere Mondo has ever seen, but it's large and spread out, with plenty to explore and do. Mondo hasn't seen everything there is to see though; he's only been here for a few weeks, and he knew if he wanted to make ends meet, he'd need a job first. Exploring could wait.
It's convenient that there's a carpenter's shop just down the road from the apartment Mondo woke up in. It might not technically be his, but he's been staying there until he can afford to properly rent it out. No one has complained so far, so he figures it's fine for the time being. The carpenter works him to the bone and he's never been so exhausted in his life when he comes home, but it's a good kind of exhaustion that means he's doing something productive. He can't make up for what he's done in the past, but he can help out here.
He's off work for the day, lounging around in what serves as the living room of his apartment, flipping through the newspaper. The dates here are all screwed up - it's almost winter here and he knows he'll have to put some money away toward buying proper winter clothes. That's only a minor concern though, because he has much bigger things to worry about.
In a city this large, it's possible that he's just missed seeing the others. He hasn't been looking very hard, admittedly. He's not sure what to say to them when he does see them. "Sorry" simply won't cut it for Fujisaki. He doesn't really want to see Kuwata, Enoshima, or Maizono either. He's sure it's only a matter of time before one of them finds him, or before someone else shows up here.
All he can do is hope that it won't be Ishimaru.]

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[He settles against Mondo again, nuzzling him a bit.]
I can't fuckin' lose you again.
[There's nothing pointed in the statement, nor is he really looking for an answer; it's a straightforward statement, said as easily as he would anything else he knows for a fact.]
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[He's quick to return that nuzzling, reaching up after a moment to mess with Ishida's hair. He knows how badly his death hurt Ishimaru, but it must have hurt Ishida a good deal too. At least here they won't have to worry about any of that.]
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The way we're going, I don't think anything could.
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[It's good to see Ishida so relaxed and it puts Mondo at ease. He continues playing with his friend's hair, occasionally tugging lightly on it, just to tease him.]
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It's not the best position for spending the entire night in, but for the time being he'd be more than capable of falling asleep here if he's allowed.]
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But as it always goes with him, things came crashing down.
He doesn't know what triggered it, all he knows is that he was perfectly fine one moment, working with the boss on a table, and the next he suddenly couldn't focus on anything and was bombarded by feelings of worthlessness. Perhaps it had been something that was said, but he can't recall any of the conversations they held for the life of him. Regardless, he slipped out of work early and returned home to flop in bed and try not to cry.
He should at least find Fujisaki and apologize to him. That might help a bit, but he doesn't even know where to begin looking. Instead of attempting that, he just remains in bed, picking at the covers idly. No, it's not the best way to deal with this sudden bout of depression (if that's what this even is), but he just doesn't want to do anything.
He can pity himself until Ishida gets home, he supposes. Then he'll have to pull himself together and pretend nothing's wrong.]
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Ishida had managed to pay Mondo back for the clothes at the start, having been hired by that bookshop containing that ridiculously cute college girl; he's mostly just stocking and organizing shit, but he likes it because it's something to focus on that isn't the customers, he has a reason to ignore them if he's busy and if he's not he can recommend things for them that aren't utter shit. He finds out soon enough that most people have no idea what they're looking for, though; he gets frustrated when they ask him things like "What do you like?" while giving him no indication of what they like, and Cute College Girl has to save him on more than one occasion. He's had realizations about her, too, like how she can't possibly be attending college and working the same long shifts Ishida is; he tries not to wonder if she's lying to him because she was a student before she came here - if she's here now because she's dead, too.
He doesn't ask her about it, because it'll just depress him to find out and it'll probably depress her too, if that's the case; she's generally a nice girl. Kind of like Asahina, if Asahina were smarter (and admittedly pitifully flat-chested).
So Ishida is fine with his work, and he's glad to have Mondo back; as far as he knows everything is going well, and he doesn't bother to announce his presence when he returns home - he'd started work early that day, so he fully expects to be home well before Mondo is. He's not sure what to do with it when he makes his way upstairs and finds out that that's...well, not the case.]
...Hell are you doing home?
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I wasn't feeling good, that's all. It's mostly passed.
[It hasn't passed at all, but he doesn't want to worry Ishida with this. Ishida said not to bring it up, after all. It's kind of irritating that he can't talk about it, but at the same time, what would he even say? He doesn't deserve a second chance after what happened? Hell, he didn't deserve to live past his brother? He doesn't deserve to have a friend like Ishida?
The thoughts are just making him feel worse and his smile falters a bit.]
Nothing to worry about.
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Bullshit, it's not - since when do you come home over something that's "nothing to worry about"?
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[He knows he's snapping when he shouldn't be, but he can't really help himself.]
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And what's that supposed to mean?!
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Fuck are you keeping shit from me?! You know I'm just going to worry about it anyway, so you might as well fucking tell me!
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You said you don't wanna fucking hear it!
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[Mondo's words aren't clearing anything up for him; Ishida's got no idea what's going on and if he's going to be entirely honest, it's freaking him out. It doesn't last long - the confusion and the anxiety are buried so quickly that he's almost not aware of them in the first place; rage is stronger, more familiar, and above all else it's safer - it's less vulnerable, he can defend himself better that way.
Defend himself from what, he isn't sure, but...]
If something's fucking with you then of course I want to hear it!!
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[He's standing now, fists clenched at his sides and shoulders shaking but it's because he's pissed for some reason. He's more angry at himself than at Ishida, but the frustration is still there. Maybe it never really left after their initial argument about this.]
You said you didn't wanna hear me talking about this kinda shit - 'bout getting what I deserved and all that shit! It's the fucking truth though!! I got what I deserved back in that fucking school, so why the fuck am I here!? Why the fuck do I get this fucking second chance!? I've done more fucking harm than good, so I don't fucking deserve any of this!!
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[It's a weak argument, a goddamn weak argument, but he doesn't know what else to say; he wasn't expecting Mondo to get up like that and he can feel himself pulling away despite himself - something in the back of his mind is telling him that this isn't good, that he should get the hell out if he knows what's good for him, but even if he's edging back, he's not leaving, not yet.]
You got a second chance because you fucking deserve it!!
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[Mondo doesn't move from his spot, but for one heated moment he considers it. He considers storming over to Ishida and slamming him up against the wall until he understands. But Ishida isn't going to get it, even if he does take such extreme measures. Ishida seems to think that he can do no wrong.]
Maybe if I hadn't fucking killed them I would've deserved a second chance! But they're fucking dead because of me!!
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[It's the one argument he has and he knows it; there isn't much to be said for Fujisaki and while the issue with Daiya really isn't anything he should even attempt to confront, it's all he's got for the time being and he's so fucking angry and as far as he's concerned there's nothing else to be done.]
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[That might be a bit of a sore subject, given how Mondo's flat-out screaming now.]
Don't you fucking dare try to write it off as just a fucking accident!! He died to save my fucking life!! It's all my fucking fault!!
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Don't you fucking get that I don't like hearing you talk like that because I made the same goddamn choice to save you, except I fucking couldn't do it?!
[His hands are clenched tightly into fists at his sides; he's shaking so badly that he almost doesn't trust himself to remain standing, but somehow, he manages. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he becomes aware that he's crying, tears streaming down his face; he doesn't bother to do anything about it.]
You want to know who I voted for in that fucking trial? I voted for myself.
[And that's about the point when he decides he's had enough; he turns away abruptly and storms out, taking the stairs so quickly that it's a wonder he doesn't fall and slamming the front door after himself so hard that it rattles the goddamn wall.]
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But whether or not it's possible, Ishida has one very good point: Daiya wouldn't want him thinking like this. Daiya wouldn't want to see him suffering like this.
He's barely processed that before Ishida suddenly starts talking about his own choice and Mondo opens his mouth to interrupt, only to find that he doesn't have anything to say. Ishida's in tears and he's upset him horribly and why did he think yelling at Ishida would be a good idea?
Then suddenly that last bit of information is out there and Ishida's storming out the door.]
You... voted for...?
[Ishida's long gone by the time he manages to speak, his voice barely above a whisper.]
Why would you do that? You knew I was behind it. So why...?
[Because he would have done anything to save his brother. He would have given his life for Mondo's. No wonder he doesn't want to hear about this sort of shit.
Mondo sits down on the bed, running a hand back through his hair. He doesn't even realized that he's horribly mussed his pompadour; he's too busy thinking about how horribly wrong he's been. He might not deserve a second chance, but he's been given one and it would be an insult to both Daiya and Ishimaru to waste it. It's not fair that Ishimaru doesn't get that second chance (does Daiya? hell if he knows) but the only thing he can really do is pick himself up and move forward, right? He has to keep living for their sake. That's what they would have wanted.
He draws his legs to his chest and rests his forehead against his knees and breaks down crying. He hasn't cried this hard in years; it's equal parts sorrow, frustration, and relief. Maybe things will be okay. Maybe they really can be okay this time.
But first Ishida needs to come home. He will come home, won't he? All of his stuff is here, so he kind of has to come back at some point. Right?]
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But at least it's a dry sort of cold, as opposed to the sort that's wet and slushy and sticks to your clothes; he eventually finds a bench to occupy for a while, and he promptly folds over once he's settled and buries his face in his hands, trying to get control of himself.
He's interrupted by a familiar voice and, when he looks up, a cup with the local café's logo emblazoned on it hovering in front of his face, dangling easily from manicured nails; he accepts it silently, because the cup is warm and full of something that steams and it seems welcome right now, and before he can really say anything or register what's happening, the college girl from the bookshop is sitting next to him without waiting for an invitation.
When he asks her what she's doing, she says he looks like he needed it; while he isn't inclined to tell her details and he's generally defensive and snappish about it the entire time, she eventually gets parts of what happened out of him - that he'd had a fight with his brother, whom he's living with at the moment, and that he isn't exactly thrilled about going back to the apartment and so he's pretty much wasting time around here until he has to.
She seems to take that as an invitation to decide that he's going to be staying on her couch until he can find a suitable alternative; he's so goddamn confused by this turn of events that he can't exactly say no, and when he does protest she rather obviously willfully misunderstands him, saying that the couch folds out so it's not going to be that uncomfortable.
The girl (Kirihara, her name is Rumiko Kirihara and after working with her for so long, it's this that finally gets him to realize that he should probably work on actually remembering that) manages to pull some strings with their employer the next morning, getting Ishida an advance on his next paycheck so he can buy a few things and delay him having to return to the apartment he's sharing with Mondo at all; he knows that he should feel guilty about that, but the fact is that he doesn't. Thinking about Mondo angers him, but more importantly it hurts; he isn't sure how he'd handle seeing him in person right now, and he isn't in any sort of rush to find out.
Eventually he settles into a routine, or at least something like it; going to work, occupying himself downtown and avoiding that carpentry shop. Waiting until Kirihara decides she wants something to eat and drags him out somewhere (she can't cook, she's terrible at it). Eventually just crashing on her couch, folded-out or not. He misses Mondo, of course he does; he hates how relieved he is that he's being allowed to work around returning to the apartment and facing him again.]
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He doesn't come back the next night either, after Mondo takes the day off and waits for him by the door.
By the third night, he realizes that he can't keep waiting for Ishida like this. He'll lose his job at the very least and lose his mind if he doesn't come up with something to do.
So after that he does return to work, though he's exhausted and irritable and he's pretty sure he nearly gets himself fired multiple times within that day alone, but he really can't say he cares. His brother has left him, possibly for good. He's worried about Ishida, of course, where could he have gone? Where is he staying? Hopefully he's at least got some place warm to stay. He hopes Ishida's okay.
It doesn't occur to him until the day after that that Ishida might still be working in the book shop. He doesn't enter the store, but he watches from the outside, hands deep in the pockets of his coat. There's a young girl there - the girl Ishida was talking to that day over a month ago - but he doesn't see Ishida. He's about to give up when he finally notices that white hair and flaming eyes he's all too familiar with. He leaves quickly, hopefully before Ishida notices that he's just been standing around.
A whole week has passed by the time he finally works up the courage to enter that book shop. He knows he shouldn't have waited this long - he should have tried to bring Ishida back long ago - but he's been terrified of what Ishida has to say. It's possible that Ishida simply couldn't get another job right away and is just saving money up so he can get his own place, somewhere far away from Mondo's. Maybe he won't want anything to do with Mondo. Hell, maybe he'll even refuse to speak with him. But he has to try; he needs to apologize for what he said.
So he waits in the shop, looking around at the books with no interest in any of them, hoping that Ishida will show up to talk to him. With his luck, he'll probably get that poor girl.]
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