"No I didn't." He'd jumped the fence. He'd kicked in the door, ignoring the new lock on useless, rusted handles. "I was just...this whole place, it's abandoned, there's nobody here--hey!"
Aomine's difficult but absolutely certain protests were interrupted. His arms, independent of his protests, were easy to move; he could barely control them himself. He was up, but wobbly, and the cool air against his hot skin - he was sweating now, from all the exertion as well as visible and ongoing distress - made him shiver. Stunned, he grabbed for his pants, and almost fell, the terror and denial suddenly, if temporarily, displaced by a far more mundane emotions: embarrassment and shame.
He was almost naked. There were just his briefs, which no man anywhere wanted to be caught in.
"Knock it off! Give me back my no." He reached for, and failed, to grab his pants before they slid to the floor. The motion was unwise: he fell for real this time, right onto the bed, his ankles tangled up in his clothing and caught by his shoes. The clean sheets, at least, are things he can grab on to, this time in a slightly more successful attempt to crawl away.
That was all he cared about, getting away - except for a slurred growl aimed at the orderly, and a jump as the screaming suddenly came to an end.
Cold slammed into the pit of Aomine's stomach. "You all...you're not real. That wasn't real."
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Date: 2015-10-09 09:29 pm (UTC)Aomine's difficult but absolutely certain protests were interrupted. His arms, independent of his protests, were easy to move; he could barely control them himself. He was up, but wobbly, and the cool air against his hot skin - he was sweating now, from all the exertion as well as visible and ongoing distress - made him shiver. Stunned, he grabbed for his pants, and almost fell, the terror and denial suddenly, if temporarily, displaced by a far more mundane emotions: embarrassment and shame.
He was almost naked. There were just his briefs, which no man anywhere wanted to be caught in.
"Knock it off! Give me back my no." He reached for, and failed, to grab his pants before they slid to the floor. The motion was unwise: he fell for real this time, right onto the bed, his ankles tangled up in his clothing and caught by his shoes. The clean sheets, at least, are things he can grab on to, this time in a slightly more successful attempt to crawl away.
That was all he cared about, getting away - except for a slurred growl aimed at the orderly, and a jump as the screaming suddenly came to an end.
Cold slammed into the pit of Aomine's stomach. "You all...you're not real. That wasn't real."