It was times like these that made his double-life of ordinary student and supernatural crime investigator really started to wear on Yousuke. Despite all that was going on, Dojima's hospitalization, Nanako's kidnapping; he had to keep up the ruse of his daily life. Tonight he had a late shift at Junes, and his mind was nowhere near his work as he automatically swept trash and cleaned tables in the food court.
They had to be calm. They had to do this like they always did. Gather information to take to Rise, find the corner of the tv world where they were hiding, and fight their way through carefully to avoid getting into trouble. But he had to be honest with himself-- everyone had to be honest with themselves-- if it could be done, they'd work themselves down to bone to get Nanako out of there in the matter in a days time. But they couldn't. And so, they waited.
She was so sweet and unselfish, that kid, the least deserving of this kind of trauma. They all loved her. But Souji loved her the most. She was family to him. Yousuke couldn't even try to empathize, there was no way he could understand how awful it would be to have someone that dear to you in such danger... He shook his head in frustration.
While halfway through his shift, Yousuke belatedly realized that with Nanako gone and Dojima in the hospital, Souji was alone back at his uncle's house. The thought sent a chill up his spine. Going home every day to an empty place would be a horrible reminder; he'd never be able to forget. Someone like Souji would never let the weight off his shoulders, even for a second. Something inside him squeezed in response. There was really no way he could fully understand.
Yousuke looks at the clock. He has another half hour before he was off his shift. That'd be 7:30. He could still swing by the Dojima residence to visit. Get some food, a magazine or something, keep him company. Yeah. He was second in command, and someone had to take care of their leader, right? Thinking about it made him feel like he had grown some. This was the right thing to do.
He sends a message to his parents that he'll be late in coming home, and heads off. Before he knows it, he's ringing the doorbell, plastic bag in hand.
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They had to be calm. They had to do this like they always did. Gather information to take to Rise, find the corner of the tv world where they were hiding, and fight their way through carefully to avoid getting into trouble. But he had to be honest with himself-- everyone had to be honest with themselves-- if it could be done, they'd work themselves down to bone to get Nanako out of there in the matter in a days time. But they couldn't. And so, they waited.
She was so sweet and unselfish, that kid, the least deserving of this kind of trauma. They all loved her. But Souji loved her the most. She was family to him. Yousuke couldn't even try to empathize, there was no way he could understand how awful it would be to have someone that dear to you in such danger... He shook his head in frustration.
While halfway through his shift, Yousuke belatedly realized that with Nanako gone and Dojima in the hospital, Souji was alone back at his uncle's house. The thought sent a chill up his spine. Going home every day to an empty place would be a horrible reminder; he'd never be able to forget. Someone like Souji would never let the weight off his shoulders, even for a second. Something inside him squeezed in response. There was really no way he could fully understand.
Yousuke looks at the clock. He has another half hour before he was off his shift. That'd be 7:30. He could still swing by the Dojima residence to visit. Get some food, a magazine or something, keep him company. Yeah. He was second in command, and someone had to take care of their leader, right? Thinking about it made him feel like he had grown some. This was the right thing to do.
He sends a message to his parents that he'll be late in coming home, and heads off. Before he knows it, he's ringing the doorbell, plastic bag in hand.