vatheon | loss;

Entry tags:

loss;

Who: A grumpy Yukari and you
Where: Elevator/beach/various
When: After she realizes Minato has left
Style: [partial to brackets, but I'll follow]
Status: Open but she's gonna be pretty ticked.

[... He's gone.

It's astonishing, really, how difficult something like that can be to accept, even the second time around. This place had given her hope for over a year, that she'd be able to lead the kind of life she wanted-- and she had taken it away from her in an instant. She feels sad, and bitter... and most of all, she's angry.

She can't even find it within herself to stay in the dorms-- not after seeing his room so empty and barren. She doesn't bother to close the door behind her either, nor bring her SFC.

She just runs, with only a Jack Frost plush in her hand-- the one left behind in his room. Something she meant to let go, but didn't, and she has no idea when she'll return with it.

...

Where to now, though...?

Admittedly, a destination was the furthest thing from her mind. But she finds herself near the elevator leading up to the island... the beach, however damanged it may all be. She doesn't care.

She does have to kick at something, rather violently however-- it totally figures today would be the one day the elevator would take forever.

Why can't it hurry up?]

Tch...!

(( OOC: And just a note that Yukari is probably not gonna be checking the network, so i'm gonna be limiting her tagging to logs for a while. maybe a week or so? ah, you probably won't even notice. but yeah. and she might not be going to Squall's birthday after all either, Rinoa, sorry :c ~~unless you drag her~~ ))

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Heh. Yukari is perfectly content with allowing Italy to believe pasta can cure all problems. Neither of them have come prepared with a picnic blanket-- or at least Yukari certainly hadn't, so she'll just sit herself down on the sand. This of course, puts her below Italy's line of sight, so she actually looks up in order to continue talking to him.

"So did you bring it with you?"

The pasta...

She sits the Jack Frost plushie in her lap, and both seem to be looking at Italy expectantly. Not that the plushie would be doing any eating, of course, but she also doesn't want to get sand on it.

Since when did Italy not have pasta? He couldn't live without the stuff. Granted he had gone out for cheese, because pasta wasn't complete without the cheese. He reached into his shoulder bag and pulled out a plastic food storage container. "Tada~~~~ It's a little cold, but still very good!"

"Oh..."

For a moment, Yukari doesn't really know what else to say. She stares at the container as if to process the fact that he's giving it to her, before she finally takes it with a nod. She really is wishing that one of them would've thought to bring a blanket of some kind, but she figures her sweater will do as a replacement. She takes it off and lays it down as such, placing the container and Jack Frost on top.

Her attention, of course, remains mainly on the pasta.

"Right. Um, thanks."

...She'll open the container, and take a whiff of what's inside. Luckily, the fact that it's not warm doesn't bother her in the least.

He smiles brightly, hoping to see a smile on her face. Unfortunately he wasn't met with one, but that was okay. Maybe right now wasn't a smiling time. Now could at least be a pasta time.

Italy nestled down next to her, not minding sitting in the sand at all. "Ve, ve, I have fresh mozzarella, if you'd like some~~"

Even if she were to smile, it would've been a faked one, and Italy probably wouldn't have wanted that. Yukari won't insulting by doing it, so instead there's a neutral expression as she grabs one of the forks inside the container to dig in. There are two; so she hands Italy the other, taking note of his offer with a nod.

Mozzarella would go well with this for sure, but she'll try some first.

"It smells good," she suggested. "I... guess we should share it."

No way in heck is she going to be able to finish it all.

Italy grinned, happy to share. Unlike Yukari, Italy could easily finish the box. He seemed to have a bottomless pit for a stomach when it came to pasta. He loved the stuff.

He took his fork and twirled a bit of pasta onto it and happy popped the whole thing into his mouth. Yummy pasta. Pasta, pasta pasta~!

Yukari's eating, too, although not quite as enthusiastically. She stops to stare for a moment, seeing how much pasta he'd managed to twirl onto his fork, not to mention fit in his mouth... but then she'll turn her attention quietly back to her own fork. She'll twirl some onto it, following his example, and she takes a bite.

It really is as good as it smells.

"...Are you sure there's going to be enough?"

She can't help but turn back to him again in wonder.

Italy nodded. "Si, have as much as you like~ I have more at the base." Italy always had more. He loved to make pasta as much as he liked to eat it.

"Okay..."

Well, if that's what he thinks, she'll take his word for it. She'll continue to eat until she is full, then, quietly-- though she does realize she's forgotten to say Itadakimasu as is custom. This meal is rather informal, anyway, though so...

Perhaps it doesn't matter much.

Nothing seems to matter to her much, right now.

"So... what are you doing up here, anyway?"

Italy shrugged. "I thought it'd be fun to visit the beach, now that the fighting's all done." Of course that did involve eating pasta. Though truthfully he'd gotten distracted after getting some cheese for pasta...

...Yami.

Yukari had nearly forgotten, though she doesn't know how-- especially with Shinjiro-senpai leaving flowers all over the dorm as a constant reminder. There's a bit of a shocked expression that delves into something of amusement, at the mental image of Italy fighting...

Well, anything.

"Is it as fun as you thought it'd be?"

Fun, watching her be miserable like this. A part of her really wants to just explode, but she refrains, and leaves the question as that-- stuffing more pasta in her mouth.

"Si, si, I love the beach!" Italy replied. He didn't really want to think about the battle with Yami. He stayed as far away from that as possible. War and battle were scary and he wasn't really good at fighting, so staying out of the way was definitely the best option.

"Germany, Japan, and I would camp out all the time on the beach~." And attacked, usually by America and China (with that wok of his).

Yukari nods passively, listening like Minato used to do, without contributing much to the conversation. Camping does sound fun; though this is hard for her, though, since she feels like she should be contributing more. Like she's obligated to-- especially since she usually does contribute more than she is now.

It doesn't last long.

"A friend of mine used to have lunch up here with me," she said, her voice almost monotone. "We've never thought to camp, though... I would've liked that."

"Ve, ve, camping's fun," Italy nodded, noting the monotone. This friend, he must be missing, the country noted. he could relate, though. He missed both Japan and Germany dearly. Being stuck without them was hard.

"Maybe we could go camping! I can cook all sorts of camping food~"

It is hard. And right now it still feels like it will be downright impossible for her, but she knows that isn't true. It can't be. She simply takes a deep breath-- since it still feels like a constant battle to keep her emotions in check. Although that's when Italy speaks up again.

Maybe anyone here could understand how she feels, if they stay long enough.

"What else do you like to cook?"

"Ve, I can cook all types of pasta," Italy replied. He did love his pasta so much. "I can also cook French food. Big Brother France taught me a lot of his recipes. Germany taught me some too. I'm not a big fan of wurst but he liked it so I made it."

...That was nice of him. She couldn't imagine cooking something she didn't even like, just so someone else could eat it. But maybe if it was for someone like her dad... or Minato, she would. She smirks-- having only a passing familiarity with French food.

And German, even less so.

"I've never had it before."

Casually, she wonders why he doesn't like it. But she'll leave it up to him to explain, if he wants to.

"Ve, I could make you wurst and you could try it and see if you like it," Italy grinned. Maybe she'd like it too.

"But you said you don't, right?"

She'll just come right out and ask then, since she's a pretty curious person. There's probably a reason he didn't like it, and if he's going to offer, she should probably know what it is. All this wondering is rightfully keeping her mind occupied, at least.

"What does it taste like?"

Italy replied, "There are all sorts of wurst. Germany said there's at least 40 types. I haven't found one I like. It's kind of spicy and big and really thick."

Oh, different kinds. Yukari really should have thought of that; she doesn't know why she hadn't, but now that she knows, it seems like quite the obvious explanation. There were probably some kinds that Italy did like, even if he hadn't tried it yet; and more than likely, there'd be some kinds that Yukari herself would like.

...Heh.

"Sounds like it'd be hard to chew, too."

"It kind of is," Italy nodded. Germany had no problem with the stuff, but Italy? Well he didn't particularly care for Germany's wurst. He much preferred his own sausages.

She finds herself a loss for words again; but she senses that Italy doesn't mind it too much, so she continues eating silently without thinking too much about it. If he did mind, anyway, he'd surely have no problem making up for the silence with his own chatter, so that's... that. And Yukari takes the last bite of the pasta without even noticing.

Seems she's a bit spacy, but he probably knew that. (At least she's a bit calmer now.)

"...Oh. I guess we finished it."

"I have more any time you want to visit me~" Italy grinned. He always had copious amounts of pasta. Since he lived by himself now, he always had extra since there wasn't anyone else to eat it now.

"Thanks..." Yukari says a bit softly in response. It's mostly out of politeness-- or at least that's how it feels. Common courtesy and all that. And she'll be handing him back the now-empty container. "I'll try to remember that. But I should probably get home soon."

There isn't much to go back to, she doesn't think. But the last thing she needs is her other dormmates freaking out. If she doesn't go back.

(no subject)

savemegermany - 2012-09-15 00:47 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

tsundyne - 2012-09-15 23:44 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only