Makishima was panting, breath wheezing as he ran down the street. It had nothing to with how physically fit he was or wasn't, it had everything to do with the anxiety gripping at his chest. What if he couldn't find Reno? What if he lost him? He tried again to call Reno's cell but again there was no answer and he cursed.
He had to find him, he had to!
It was by sheer luck that the cries of the men Reno was currently beating to a pulp drifted to Makishima on the wind. He hesitated for only a moment before deciding if there was ever a reason to be a scuffle it might have been Reno letting off steam. His boyfriend ( Though perhaps he should think of him as his ex, considering how Maki had essentially just dumped him. ) had always had a bit of a short fuse and a loose temper, but he'd never turned it on Makishima. He'd always excuse himself and go out for a bit only to come back with bumps and bruises and maybe a cut if someone else had been lucky. It had worried Makishima and been part of his reasoning for asking for the break, but now he was grateful for it. He hurried in the directions of the sounds and stopped dead when he found the bodies barely breathing. It looked more like they'd been hit by a truck rather than a lone man. The dent in the freight door was enough to make Makishima think maybe it wasn't his lover but someone, something, else that had made the men scream. The scattering of bills laying amidst the bodies didn't exactly give Makishima comfort. It'd be too much to hope that this was a drug deal gone wrong, rather than Reno deciding that Maki's request was the nothing in an all-or-nothing statement.
The sound of metal being hit further down the alley caught Makishima's attention and he skirted around the bodies and hurried to it.
Here were more signs that something stronger than a man had gone through. The dumpsters looked like they'd been done in by a car rather than someone's fists. Had Reno really done this? How? How could that even be possible and yet something inside of him continued to pull Makishima down that alley. This had to be the way he'd gone. It had to be!
He hurried along until he barely caught sight of Reno's red whip of hair going down another alley. He skidded, stumbling for a moment and calling out before it was too late, "Reno!" He couldn't lose him, he couldn't! He didn't even notice the way the world shifted around Reno, the strange appearance of it just beyond him. He noticed none of this as he flung himself at the red-head, arms outstretched, as they both crashed straight through the portal and into Reno's world.
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He had to find him, he had to!
It was by sheer luck that the cries of the men Reno was currently beating to a pulp drifted to Makishima on the wind. He hesitated for only a moment before deciding if there was ever a reason to be a scuffle it might have been Reno letting off steam. His boyfriend ( Though perhaps he should think of him as his ex, considering how Maki had essentially just dumped him. ) had always had a bit of a short fuse and a loose temper, but he'd never turned it on Makishima. He'd always excuse himself and go out for a bit only to come back with bumps and bruises and maybe a cut if someone else had been lucky. It had worried Makishima and been part of his reasoning for asking for the break, but now he was grateful for it. He hurried in the directions of the sounds and stopped dead when he found the bodies barely breathing. It looked more like they'd been hit by a truck rather than a lone man. The dent in the freight door was enough to make Makishima think maybe it wasn't his lover but someone, something, else that had made the men scream. The scattering of bills laying amidst the bodies didn't exactly give Makishima comfort. It'd be too much to hope that this was a drug deal gone wrong, rather than Reno deciding that Maki's request was the nothing in an all-or-nothing statement.
The sound of metal being hit further down the alley caught Makishima's attention and he skirted around the bodies and hurried to it.
Here were more signs that something stronger than a man had gone through. The dumpsters looked like they'd been done in by a car rather than someone's fists. Had Reno really done this? How? How could that even be possible and yet something inside of him continued to pull Makishima down that alley. This had to be the way he'd gone. It had to be!
He hurried along until he barely caught sight of Reno's red whip of hair going down another alley. He skidded, stumbling for a moment and calling out before it was too late, "Reno!" He couldn't lose him, he couldn't! He didn't even notice the way the world shifted around Reno, the strange appearance of it just beyond him. He noticed none of this as he flung himself at the red-head, arms outstretched, as they both crashed straight through the portal and into Reno's world.