[When Yu enters the room, he'll find Love standing with their back to the door, hands folded behind their back and staring at the wall instead. The paper has been folded into an albeit-clumsy attempt at a flower.]
[ If he was angry yesterday, today he is incandescent. He hangs in the doorway, both hands braced on the frame, head bowed as he stares unseeingly at the floor.
But only for a moment. He'll look up with intent, and stride across the room. When he reaches Love's side he'll lay a hand on their shoulder, to gently twist them to face him.
[Well this is happening. Yu hugs them and they're stiff in his arms for a moment before they relax against his chest, gently hanging their head and leaving it bowed. There's another tentative moment that their arms wind around him, clinging into his shoulderblades where they can reach and resting their forehead there.
[ Yu breathes out when Love leans against him. Only when the god hugs him back does he move his hands: one stays on the god's back, broad and bracing, but the other will come up to gently cup the back of Love's head, holding them there.
...I'm going to try and save him. [Love doesn't bother moving since they think maybe Yu also needs this too? It's fine.] It's one of my powers, I can probably figure out a way to unbind them before Itachi-san's execution. I just need a little time.
[ For a long moment Yu says nothing; he seems beyond speech. But he turns his head, nosing at warm cloth where hair would be if that hood were down, if his god were unmasked. It's an almost too-fond gesture, and he has to pull in a slow breath afterward to collect himself. ]
...I don't know yet. Stay? [Both here and on their team.] So much is dependent on if I can really do this. So many of you ask me if there are things you can do and I never really have a great answer.
They won't. [Well that sucks.] It's going to get worse as people grow more nervous about what's going on, but we have to stay levelheaded. We're going to need people who can keep everybody on track.
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WEEK 1, SATURDAY
Narukami-san. [Quiet. Resigned.]
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But only for a moment. He'll look up with intent, and stride across the room. When he reaches Love's side he'll lay a hand on their shoulder, to gently twist them to face him.
And then he'll draw them tightly into his arms. ]
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Hello Yu.]
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Hello, Love. ]
I'm sorry. [ this he whispers. ]
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[ He knows. He knows Itachi must have gone against Love's express wishes. There is no other way for that murder to have occurred. ]
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[ Out of all of them save Sasuke and Julius, Love has it perhaps the hardest right now. She's the one with the burden of losing a follower. ]
"Everyone else" ... do you mean the rest of us who follow you?
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[And that's even more alarming than anything else.]
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[ Honestly, he won't let go unless Love indicates he should. He's so angry for his god -- so afraid. How does he protect them from what's coming...? ]
What's going to happen to the man bound to Uchiha-san?
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Is there anything I can do?
[ And she should know: he means anything. ]
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[ There's quiet fire in his words. ]
I'm yours, after all.
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...thank you. But seriously, are you okay? The trial got kinda heated.
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The look on his face is ... complicated, when they look at him, but he'll nod. ]
I'm fine. I don't expect they'll get any less heated, as we go forward.
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[ ... ]
Please lean on me if you need to, Love. You have to be strong for so many people. Don't forget that you don't need to take all of this on alone.
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