clockmaster: (Betrayed)
Saguru Hakuba ([personal profile] clockmaster) wrote2008-12-12 09:15 am

[RL with Zechs, Tyki and Rufus]

Hakuba shivered, the weather wasn't any better now than when he left Gaia a few days ago. He nearly killed himself driving the iced road, he still needs more driving lessons. The detective couldn't use the flying broom, he gave it to that demon woman, Trish, anticipating that Elphaba would not mind. He imagined that the witch would symphatize with another woman who was being hunted like her, and, after all, the broom will fly back to it's original owner if something goes wrong. If not, he would just have to deal with another psychopathic friend.

The boy realy hoped that all was going well on the Ark...Tyki was really alive, and he remembered Zechs and the community. Such a relief. Hakuba was still worried and a bit scared, but damn him if he was going to left that kind of emotions to take control. Hakuba was in front of Zechs's door now, he had the keys of the apartmen, but he hesitated. Zechs was less than joyful when he prevented him to go to his lover's side for the second time. Knowing that trying to trying to delay the inevitable was useless, he opened the door carefully.

"Zechs?"

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Trying to prepare tea with one hand proved to be more difficult than Hakuba expected. Finally he managed to do it out of stubbornness, and he sat on the kitchen’s table with the warm cup in front of him. He made enough tea for Tyki and Zechs, once they were done with their own problems.

Having Tyki with him will be good for Zechs’s sanity, Hakuba mused, but he wondered if the millennium Earl was already looking for him. It looked like Tyki was going to faint any moment, he was in need of more rest, that to start. All of them need it.

The potion was on the table next to the mug, Hakuba frowned at it as if to blame it for all the problems they had. He was discussing with himself about drinking it or not, because he didn’t liked the idea at all, but the pain of his hand was crushing him.

He waited.