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[bit_impossible]

[twenty-four hours has passed, the proverbial timer in the universe goes off, and much in the way that riku appeared, so does he, but mere feet away from the hole he jumped in the previous day. his clothes are even worse for the wear than when he first went in, small tears and cuts all over his beloved coat and suit.]

[but he's alive and starts to cough, his face tight as all at once pain shoots through every cell in his body. again his voice is strained, but he sounds happy despite it all.]

Fun ride. Don't think I'll be repeating that one again. [he tries to sit up, but immediately collapses right back on the ground and begins to laugh slightly, ignoring the pain. then suddenly stops.]

Hang on...same voice, [tentatively feels his face] same nose, sideburns, hair, mole between shoulder blades--Oh! And both hands! I like that! Glad that worked out!

[whispers to himself] But...I thought I'd died... I felt it! And yet I didn't regenerate... [his eyebrows furrow] How odd.

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[bit_impossible]

Oh, I am too. Plenty of things I like to do with both hands! Wouldn't be the same with only one.

Military man, huh? Thought as much. Nice hand job, though. [smirks]

[tofindhappiness.livejournal.com]

[Laughs]

Former, anyway. He quit.

[bit_impossible]

I see. Was that before or after he lost his hand?

[tofindhappiness.livejournal.com]

After.

[bit_impossible]

[nods] I'm sorry.

[tofindhappiness.livejournal.com]

[Laughs.]

You don't have anything to apologize for. That wasn't why he quit and he has no problems with it.

[bit_impossible]

It wasn't? Amicable split from the military then?

[tofindhappiness.livejournal.com]

Not exactly. I meant he had no issues with his hand, except for when it malfunctions, of course. The reason he left was because of me, actually. He wanted to find out who was responsible for this.

[Puts a finger to the clover on her chest, pointing out what the Doctor might recognize as a scar from a bullet wound in the middle of it.]

[bit_impossible]

[his voice drops down to a whisper. he looks at the scar, knowing that shape and what could possibly make it and then back up to her eyes. but still, he can't help asking.]

How? That location... How did you survive that?

[tofindhappiness.livejournal.com]

I didn't, technically. Kazuhiko spent six months looking for the person, or people, who killed me. After that, he was asked to do one last job. He completed his mission and then somehow ended up here. I arrived a day or so before him. I can't really explain how or why, but I was alive.

[bit_impossible]

[smiles softly] Who knows why anything truly happens?

[tofindhappiness.livejournal.com]

Who, indeed?

Are you feeling better now?

[bit_impossible]

Somewhat, yes. Thank you.

[tofindhappiness.livejournal.com]

[Just smiles. She doesn't like seeing her friends hurt and wishes there was more she could do.]