[open to anyone, specifically seeking Takatora] Brave New City

[warintheextreme]

I'm an intelligent enough man to know I don't deserve to be alive.

I remember dying at the hands of Kumon Kaito. I remember the fall, and in fact, I even remember the impact. And I remember that, for everything and all of it, I deserved it.

There would be a new world, when someone found the Forbidden Fruit that Takatsukasa Mai had escaped with. I wasn't going to be a part of it, or so I thought.

The waking was... slow, and painful, and I deserved every moment of that, as well.

I don't deserve this new world, with it's new god, though I was the only one who knew for sure that this was the inevitable end.

Of course, it would have had to have been Kazuraba Kouta who would share the power of the Fruit with Mai-kun. If the power had been granted to Kumon Kaito, well. I certainly would not be waking up in this new world.

I was given a task, and with it told that it was the best way to atone for my sins- of which there are plenty, particularly when you consider 'sin' at it's most basic definition as the defiance of god's will, and here is a god in front of me who I manipulated and thwarted at many turns.

So, I have returned to my most basic of tasks from before the end and the new beginning- technology development. The Drivers had nearly all been destroyed in the climax of the old world, but Kouta would like them to be created once more.

It is with this done, and a Melon Lockseed in hand, that I venture out of my lab for the first time in... Since waking. Kouta is coming to meet me, or so he has said, to retrieve the Drive for Takatora- who I must admit, I am glad he's alive, despite everything.

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[zangetsurider]

Since recovering from my injuries, most of my time is spent championing the relief and reconstruction efforts in Zawame, it is my full time career, now that Yggdrasil has been dissolved. I make no money from this work, but the Kureshima family has enough wealth accumulated from various generations to last myself and Mitsuzane through out lifetime, and very comfortably so. I do not mind extending our fortune to help those less fortunate in the city, those that still need to heal and rebuild after Helheim.

That is how I spend my working hours, overseeing reconstruction, making donations of both money and time to hospitals and schools, and occasionally helping track down those posted as missing on the Memorial Wall, to help reunite parted loved ones, or give closure to those that have been waiting to mourn.

My free time is spent primarily with Mitsuzane. Sharing meals with him, assisting him with his homework when it's needed - or just reading a book beside him as he studies, inquiring about his days. He tells me he has not rejoined the dance team he once hid from me, and I do not think he is lying this time. It concerns me that he doesn't do much by way of fun beyond his time spent with me, and the time he spends with Kazuraba. At least they seem to have repaired some of their former friendship.

I spend a fair amount of time with Kazuraba as well. We mostly discuss the recovery of Zawame, or Mitsuzane's well-being, but occasionally we discuss more casual things. Sometimes our conversations venture to memories of Helheim, of lock seeds and Inves, but we never talk about those old wounds for too long. And whenever we start to talk about departed comrades, Kazuraba is amazingly talented at changing the subject.

It's a Sunday, and Mitsuzane is home. I hate to leave him alone in the house - not that he is a child and cannot take care of himself, but because I do not wish him to be lonely - however I promised Kazuraba I would accompany him, though I am unsure about the specifics of this outing.

I say goodbye to Mitsuzane, and throw my jacket over my shoulders - I dress somewhat less formally these days, especially when I'm not working - before heading out to meet with Kazuraba.