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[A standard pre-recorded message starts:]

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. [There are a few long moments of dead silence before someone draws a breath speaks in a stiff, uncomfortable tone:] Himura Tomoe... [and another long few seconds of silence where she apparently didn't realize how to stop the recording.] is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options. To leave a callback number, press five.

[BEEP]

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( while sitting on the bench outside his new home, once he's finished reading that letter, the bushi stamps it on his lap and covers his mouth trying to hold back a sob, but it's certainly impossible. tears fall unabated from his narrowed eyes, having a little piece of mind to understand all she has gone through.

many things had happened without him being aware, just focused on his own feelings and disregarding hers, even when he returned home the first time. what kind of "love" has he professed towards her when in reality she wasn't entirely happy? how can he make amends for her already broken heart and soul? back home, he could have thought how foolish a girl was by losing her will to live, by wanting to die without a reason, without a purpose, without a mission. it was so simple and almost impossible at the same time: to have a life of her own, to have a love to choose from, to have the will to prove she can be more than a wife. the ambition. the hunger to become something else.

kamiya has proved him time and again and he had been such an idiot to not see it. it's not about saving tomoe but letting her know life is worth living, that her existence means everything to him and her friends. she's scarred. she's broken. and she's stronger than he would ever be. and so he cries, for a long time, doing his best to not let constance find him in that state. once he has regained his composure, he takes out his phone and sends her a text message. )

Let me see you. Please.

[The days following that "party" were the usual blur of denial and shame following anything the city did, trying to forget and box it off as the actions of someone else... because she wasn't herself by any stretch of the imagination. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or unnerved over the fact that she could barely remember what she'd done--it was only the soreness in her body that really told her... But she knew one thing for sure: she'd been with both Vash and Okita during the night... along with dozens of others... had Okita seen...? She wasn't sure.]

[When his text comes to her she can't help but wonder if it is regards to that debauchery... or if he had received her letter... perhaps both. She can't help but feel a touch of trepidation as she replies... but also hope at the same time. She has missed him. For far longer than they have actually been apart.]

Where are you?

Where are you?

( how could he explain to her he had been with vash in a more intimate yet in the open surrounding? he doesn't regret being with him, but... would vash regret it? will they be together again in their own free will? moreover, the sexual haze that took over his mind when he was with vash, tomoe and meryl is having him upset after days. he barely recalls what they did, only their pleasured faces. )

I'm home. It's not the Up building anymore.

[It isn't an answer she could give me. That is the sort of thing he would need to figure out for himself. This was by far the most... intense situation she had to come to terms with... At least in the past such things were either short-lived or spanned out over time.]

[She is a little surprised to hear that he moved... but at the same time it makes sense... she couldn't stay, after all.]

Is that so?

Where?

( an orgy just makes him feel kinda disgusted with himself. he probably will have to abstain himself from parties for a while, as much as it hurts him about the free food and sweets.

more like... new beginnings? )

It's a cottage house at the outskirts of the Up. You'll like it.

I'm... living with someone else there. ( nervous laughter? )

[She will definitely be gun shy again for a while to come...]

[And she likes it already. If it's a house then that means there are no elevators.]

[Though the second part gives her pause... Because he can't be living with someone else, unless he was willing to face fines again... unless...]

How is that? Did you contract with another submissive?

( good.

that, and legato won't threaten her again, just in case.

yyyyes, well... he has to elaborate more on that part. )

Yes. I have another Submissive under my care.

Her name is Constance Blackwood-san.

[She feels a sudden flair of jealousy at the statement and hates it. It didn't necessarily mean anything. There were plenty of platonic contracts, as hers had been with Holmes-san...]

[But who was she kidding? He'd gone to another woman while they were together and he had to be meeting quota somehow since March...]

I see.

What is she like?

[She can probably smile...]

( the issue is... she could possibly feel that flair justified when he tells her the whole truth.

will she never forgive him about rangiku, right? and because they were apart, he had to take action on the matters. )

She's... ( beautiful like tomoe, only different. ) a girl from wealthy upbringing. Naive.

( she smiles like... a lot. )

[She'll forgive... but she won't forget.]

Western?

( s-sob.

wait... how did she know? )

Yes?

[Because everyone's Western :/]

To the future?

( th-that's biased, tomoe ;; )

No, she's... from the first half of the twentieth century. She's like you, heh. A traditional lady.

[:/ well, if they're not Asian they're Western. End of story.]

[Except when there is no Asia, then it just gets weirder.]

[BUT WHATEVER! NOT. JAPANESE.]

Not far to the future then.

Is that so?

( well, that's true.

like... Tinya's or Vash's world?

ANYWAY. )

Does it matter? 😶🤔

Yes, she's here at home. You... can meet her if you want.

No. It's just a frame of reference.

I imagine I should.

Where is 'home' now?

Oh... alright 😶

What about we meet at North Park and I can take you there?

Alright.

At the koi pond?

Of course.

I'll see you there.

Alright.

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