Okumura Yukio (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
contrition) wrote2014-02-09 06:37 pm
contrition) wrote2014-02-09 06:37 pm
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you can see your life out of the window tonight
By the time that Yukio thinks to pick up his phone, his fingers are shaking. He can't find the right numbers. He can't scroll through his contacts. His hands keep flexing and releasing the hard block of plastic, searching for some measure of comfort, or at least some sense of direction, but for the first several minutes, it's all that Yukio can manage to keep breathing. He sits, with his eyes roving around the apartment.
It's not like it's a clean job. Hasty and amateur, in fact, with plenty of evidence left behind to examine. But his brother is gone, completely gone, for the first time in Yukio's life. No team by Rin's side to keep tabs on him. No Vatican to fall back on for reinforcements.
No Father to tell him what to do.
Failed, failed, he's failed, he doesn't know where to start, barely knows which places to start looking, doesn't have all the resources he needs, doesn't have the credentials, a dog locked in a cage and nothing more.
His breath is short, passing through his throat in little more than a wheeze as Yukio reaches down to grip tightly at a knee.
Calm down. Calm down, you worthless piece of — why can't you move? Why can't you do anything? Do something.
With a sniff, Yukio slides his fingers across the screen of his phone, heading straight for his address book and tapping in the first three letters of a name before calling the number, leaning back against the chilly surface of Rin's bedroom wall as he presses the phone desperately against his ear. Waiting for the other side to pick up.
"Dean, it's Yukio. I need you to meet me at my brother's apartment."
It's not like it's a clean job. Hasty and amateur, in fact, with plenty of evidence left behind to examine. But his brother is gone, completely gone, for the first time in Yukio's life. No team by Rin's side to keep tabs on him. No Vatican to fall back on for reinforcements.
No Father to tell him what to do.
Failed, failed, he's failed, he doesn't know where to start, barely knows which places to start looking, doesn't have all the resources he needs, doesn't have the credentials, a dog locked in a cage and nothing more.
His breath is short, passing through his throat in little more than a wheeze as Yukio reaches down to grip tightly at a knee.
Calm down. Calm down, you worthless piece of — why can't you move? Why can't you do anything? Do something.
With a sniff, Yukio slides his fingers across the screen of his phone, heading straight for his address book and tapping in the first three letters of a name before calling the number, leaning back against the chilly surface of Rin's bedroom wall as he presses the phone desperately against his ear. Waiting for the other side to pick up.
"Dean, it's Yukio. I need you to meet me at my brother's apartment."