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After sharing a bed with Hisoka for as long as they did, some things were bound to bleed over. And maybe it was their bond, maybe it was some kind of empathy bleed, but a bit of Hisoka stayed behind even after his body left. Maybe it was just a dream, maybe it was something more spiritual. But Hisoka was still around whenever Tsuzuki slept, fending away nightmares as much as he ever did when they slept together in the first place.

He'd be here, night after night, settled in a field beside a proper picnic. Sometimes it would be sunny and midday, and other times he would be set against a dark starry sky. But he'd be here whenever Tsuzuki needed him.

"Hey. You look upset. Bad day?"

eyecondition

[It's a cycle. It's a hellish cycle that never ends. He'd been here before, loved it here before. But this trip was so much more than a vacation spot. This Luceti, trapped somewhere in the indefinite past of the Luceti he'd known before, has been a place of imprisonment and mistrust.

It's hard to tell where they are, or how long they've been there. He hasn't seen natural daylight since the scientists took him in for experimentation, though he occasionally glimpses his fellow X-men as they pass from surgery to surgery.

They're interested in mutant powers. It was that yearning for knowledge that prompted them to force Scott's powers to yo-yo, diminishing them until they were extinguished only to misjudge and send him into a nuclear meltdown.

He doesn't remember dying. He hopes it was peaceful while it lasted.

He'd been kept under tight surveillance since his return, regularly threatened to have his eyes removed if he tried to fight back properly.

But sometimes? Sometimes it was worth it.

There was a light show when he escaped this time, blasting off the wings of two Malnosso scientists who'd arrived to give him his daily checkup. One of them mentioned Jean in passing, was foolish enough to give away her location.

He'd find her. And then he'd get them all out of here.

His voice was long gone, but he reached out with his mind anyway as he sprinted closer to her.]

< Jean? It's me. I'm coming for you, so don't be afraid, all right? >

teenwonder

Luceti Valley was a modern sort of place. It had cars and the well to-do who jet-setted all day and danced all night. That was the way the Graysons explained it at least, as they jumped from being farm hands to a lounge act and back again. They worked long hours because people like them had to work hard if they wanted to support their family. But it would be worth it, they'd said.

They'd said a lot of things that didn't matter anymore because they weren't alive anymore. They were cold and stiff and laying in a box that was going to be dropped underground. And though they were surrounded by loved ones and family friends, the well-wishing didn't mean much. It wasn't going to bring back normalcy.

Dick stood around the parlor in an uncomfortable suit waiting for the other uncomfortable people to feel uncomfortable enough that they'd leave and let him take his brother back to their uncomfortably quiet house and figure things out.

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