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Who: Denzel and Washu
Where: Crocker's house
When: 5 days later
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

People. Why did people have to exist? More however why did people need other people? That horrible thing about being human being a social creature. Crocker hadn't heard from Washu since he 'clicked' his device on her and quite frankly he didn't care. Losing people one really one thing Crocker couldn't handle or rather didn't know how to handle. As much as he does see Washu as his mother in some strange manner, it was better to cut off all ties and not be abandoned more. Then again, complete silence did get to his mentally, as he was reminded of the asylum and started to laughing in a corner. Crocker did manage to turn his device on just audio. At least this way he could listen and hear voices that wheren't his own, "CURSE ME FOR BEING HUMAN!" He found himself saying each day as his inner turmiol of anti social disorder and fear of abandonment conflicts with his human need to be with others.

He didn't know what to do. Sure he checked the coral at times when no one was awake but other then that the inner conflict was disrupting his work. The need to talk about this issue was countering not wanting to bond with anyone more.

At least he has his mechanical dog and chocobo.

If anyone unplanned was to walk in, they'd find the door left unlock and inside they'd find Denzel in his room, sitting on the floor, his back to the bedroom door and head banging with both of his hands gripping the side of his head as well as not facially shaved. Not to mention all the window shades closed. Piles of dirty laundry liter the house in random spots, dirty dishes still in the sink and a plate of fish still sitting on the kitchen table and coffee cups on the floor. Some of them have coffee still in them leaking onto the tile floor.

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Five days.

That was all Washu was going to give the stubborn man she all but adopted. Just those five little days before she walked into his home. An when she did? What she found really wasn't all that surprising.

Considering what she found the last time she was here, this really was par for the course when it came to Denzel. The discarded dishes, dirty laundry and god knows what else.

A few steps in and she let out a soft whistle. The mechanical dog she made came running up, barking happily and dancing around her. She smiled a little and bet down to pat its head. "Lead me to Denzel."

The dog took off towards the bedroom, leading the way. Once there, Washu sighed and leaned against the doorframe, observing the boy as the dog went to try and get his attention.

"Haven't you learned by now you can't get rid of me."

Meanwhile between the self abuse the man with no surpise was mumbling to himself, "You don't need people. Look at what they do to you! Why do you even bother with anyone? Oh, I know because you're lonely and you're stupid because you're HUMAN!"

The dog gets Crocekr's attention, "You're all I need. All I've ever need... What is it boy?" Following by some crazy laughing, "You're saying I have company?"

Denzel turns around,"Tell her to go away. "GO AWAY! GO AWAY!"

Which boy does he look crazy... well crazier. The room is completely dark but with what light is coming though you can tell that Crocker hasn't shaved for awhile before slithering off into another corner of the bedroom.

Edited 2013-03-05 00:41 (UTC)

One look at him and she pretty much facepalms right there. Knowing his previous mental state this really isn't surprising. What was surprising is the degree he's accelerated to within five days.

Five days which by the looks of it, he hasn't left the house at all.

Well, there really only one thing she can do. With that in mind, she approaches and without a word just pulls him into a hug.

Denzel finds himself cornered by Washa and the wall, "BACK AWAY! BACK AWAY!" As Crocker violently waves his hands in a pathetic nerdy way to ward Washu off.

The touching, the man found himself squiming in her arms. His skin was crawling with uneasyness of being affectionate touch starved all of these many years.

The fact of his thinness wasn't bothering Denzel that much, at least not so much around Washu anymore, all things considered they had to bath that one time the Curse binded them together.

And... As much as he was squiming, there was something wonderful and almost magical about the fact that she was hugging him.

As if she was assuring him that she wasn't going to go anywhere.

Very slowly the squiming stops and Denzel concedes.

The man felt his mentally shifting to a better position. There was solid foundtion under his feet, figuratively speaking, that was what the man needed more then medication.

All things considered with all his abandonment issuse. Crocker didn't say a word but was still and was absorbing the moment.

Good boy. She holds him for a little while longer just to make sure he's calmed down enough before holding him out at arms length to get a good look at him. As she suspected. He's a mess.

Washu sighs a bit, smiles slightly and shakes her head. "I really can't leave you alone for very long, can I? Are you feeling better now or do I need to do some sappy and heart felt act of motherly affection to get you to listen to me when I say you can't get rid of me that easily Little Denzel."

Damn right he's a mess. You'd swear that one of his eyes is even bigger then the other or that's at least how he's expressing them.

"Motherly affection would be appreciated." Shaking his head sideways and shaking slightly, Washu probably feels boney fingers clinging into her sides.

"I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" Crying for a moment, "But I - I can't trust people... and when I do they just seem to leave or push me aside..."

In other words Washu outside of canon, Chibi and Marty are gone and taking it hard.

"I wish I didn't have to be bothered with anyone!" However, he also knows his mentally rots when he doesn't... Case in point here.

"Then motherly affection it is." And he'll find himself pulled into another hug and her hands trying to sooth him by rubbing his back as he cries and rambles.

"It's okay Little Denzel. People come and go from our lives just as the tides ebb and flow. Sometimes its a good thing, sometimes it hurts. It's.. apart of being alive."

She sighs softly and tights the hug a little. "What matters is how you remember your time with them while they're gone. There's still a chance they'll come back. And if not? At least you have fond memories of them."

"Sometimes?" Denzel laughs psychotically for a moment, "It always hurts!" As his mind goes to his mother and his father even if Crocker never knew the man. What's that about parrots? Oh, yeah don't remember but still hurts!
Remarking bitterly, "I'm not going to get my hopes up that they'll come back." As his mind goes to Geraldine. Sure he worked for her but she never went back to him as far as friendship was concerned.

Memories if onlyCrocker understood the irony of that word, "I wish I didn't have any memories of them." After all memories of past times are only painful to look back on but then not knowing leaves a void of unknowness. Before groaning loudly, there was a void that could be heard, quite indeed but is starting to be filled thanks to Washu.

"I don't want anyone else in my life." Besides her of course.

Edited 2013-03-14 01:40 (UTC)

She lets him ramble and continues to try and soothe the boy. Of course, every word he said struck a cord with her, reminding her of some of the troubles of her own past. A failed marriage, loosing her best friend, even Kagato's betrayal. And yet? They were all memories she wouldn't give up for anything.

"Memories are what shape you Denzel. It's the combined past experiences and emotions that drive us forward, to better ourselves and to learn from them. I know it's painful now, but it will get better. Trust me, it will get better Little Denzel."

She sighed softly and pulled back a little to smile down at him. "And you are not alone. You may not want anyone else in your life, but you need someone to be. Understand?"

Bah, memories. He laughs psychotically for a moment, "You know what I've learned? You know what I've learned?! That people don't stick around!" Trying to push back from Washu for a moment, though he couldn't and huffs.

His father, his mother, his girlfriend. If Washu didn't keep attaching herself to the man, she wouldn't be there. At all.

"Ha, don't be so optimistic about things getting better." There's a pause and beat, "I would love to trust what you say. I really would."

"I do.... It's because I'm human." Remarking in distaste.

He had to admit though he did like Washu comforting him, wasn't something he usual got and his fingers cling to her, "...But doesn't change the fact that you could disappear one day... and I don't want you too!" Before breaking into another set of tears.

This was a complex feeling, the feeling of wanting someone there for you but also the fear of them being gone.

"You're the best mother I've ever had." And that was the truth. Crocker actually cares about losing Washu! mother as opposed to the fact that his actual mother isn't even here.
Washu was in mother in time, in other words Crocker was fully aged down and and guess who mothered him, expect the man doesn't remember Washu did that but in a sense Crocker also does...

Edited 2013-03-20 02:45 (UTC)

And just like that her heart feels like its breaking at that admission. Washu quickly pulls him into another hug and holds him tightly. "And you're the best son I've had."

Her mind wandered to her own son, the one that was taken away from her. How did he grow up? Would he have wanted her to hold him like this? She closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to reign in her emotions before pulling back a bit.

"Come on Little Denzel, lets get you cleaned up. I'll bake you cookies while you take a shower."

Denzel clings harder and begins to sob, "Thank you." Those words meant so much to Crocker after all. That was something he's always had hope to hear from his own mother but she never did. That Crocker remembered at least.

Crocker nods as the man slowly starts his crying hysterics with a long nose sniff. Goodness listen to that snot!

"Alright. Alright."

Before a beat, "You know it's strange. How much of a mother you've become to me. More then I can say mine ever was. I never thought I'd have a second chance."

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