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[ Asougi manages to look up at him, despite the seering pain in his head. It was all coming back together — the steamship, the trial, dinner, school, everything — and he chuckles softly, shaking his head as if to shake all the cobwebs out. Right. He knew now. ]

It's been awhile, my friend.

[ He frowns as he looks over, taking note of the arm over Naruhodou's eyes. He should know this— no, he does know this, he can still read his body language well enough even if he's rusty. That stammering voice was also a dead giveaway, too. Asougi reaches over with one hand, resting it gently on his arm. ]

[He tenses when he felt Asougi hand on him. Ah, well so much for keeping the place dry. The darkness finally recedes only to be replaced now with a storm, happening indoors. There's a clatter as he lets go of Karma so he could get up and hug his best friend, never wanting to let him go. He's a sobbing mess, there's no way to stop the tears now until he can calm himself down.]

You...I thought...on the ship, you didn't-- [He couldn't get his words out, he just wanted to hold onto Asougi, wanting further justification that he was still right here with him. He was claim dead, Naruhodou had to live with this fact for almost two years now.]

[ He's only taken by surprise briefly before he allows it, resting his arms around him in turn. Asougi briefly glances up at the thunderstorm, raising an eyebrow, and takes note of that for later. For now, well. Stranger things have happened that need to be addressed. ]

I fell.

[ It's a simple, matter of fact statement. He remembers now — he fell, hit his head (his neck?) hard, and then when he woke up, he was in a strange cabin on a strange ship with no clue as to his whereabouts or even his name. Who knows what Naruhodou and Mikotoba had been told. ]

[He lets out an exasperated breath. Well of course you fell! That much they all understood.]

You were...you were declared dead. Accidental death. [Please understand why your partner is completely distraught.] I...they all thought I did it a-and-- [It was, a really traumatic time for him.]

Dead? — No, I was . . .

[ He furrows his brows, thinking hard. They declared him dead? But that's strange because— ]

I woke up in a cabin on that ship. I snuck off with the passengers in Hong Kong. [ Asougi frowns at that. They accused him? When they had proof he wasn't dead? ] . . . They had to have known, though.

They... [had to have known? His sobbing finally starts to lessen, his hold on Asougi lessen as he leans back, giving him a look like a lost puppy.]

What do you mean? Are you...you were still alive that whole time? [Did the crew knew? Sherlock? He glances over to the stairway. He must have, a famous detective wouldn't miss that kind of detail.] ...I never did saw your body. They had already removed you from the crime scene when I came too.

[ He'd be angrier if he didn't have a pounding headache and a lot to turn over in his head, but it's still enough to add a rumble of thunder to their sad little cloud. Asougi shakes his head, keeping his voice level despite his ever growing displeasure. ]

I never died. [ It was obvious then and now how he'd been purposely placed in a cabin, how members of the crew had undoubtedly been keeping watch over him. It was what made him flee the ship in the first place. ] . . . I lost my memory, not my life.

[ He leans his head back a bit with a sigh, looking up at the clouds above them. What was the point? Why would anyone even care about him? There was only one reason he could think of, but— they'd all kept it so close to vest. Asougi sighs, tilting his head forward again. ]

So you've been mourning me all this time, huh.

...Mm. Susato was beside herself as well. [In fact she broke into tears before he did. He slides himself over besides Asougi on the couch, rubbing what tears remain, though the water was probably coming from the rain cloud at this point. He looks to Karma, picking it back up and holding it close to him. Asougi never died, there's a small inkling of relief just knowing that some day when he comes home, he'll likely see him again...right?]

So then, where did you go after that...? After you escaped in Hong Kong? [He recalls a certain motion Asougi did with his teacup before his memories returned.] You were making these gestures, holding the teacup like Prosecutor van Zieks. Did you meet him somehow?

[ So many questions, ones that will inevitably lead him to the questions that Asougi doesn't want to answer under any circumstances. But he saw how distraught Naruhodou was just moments ago and his heart still aches — though not nearly as much as his head. So after a moment or two of quiet deliberation, Asougi leans back against the couch, strumming his gloved fingers idly against the damp cushions.

He owed him an explanation. He owed him that much. ]

I . . . knew I had to get to England. I knew I had something I needed to do, though I couldn't remember what. So. [ There's a brief pause as he tries to piece together what exactly occurred. His mind is still a mesh of things with the dam broken. ] I got a job on a freight ship. It helped that my english was good. And that took me to England, where . . .

[ His voice trails off as he considers. Vortex was . . . a strange one. And not one he'd want Naruhodou getting involved with any more than he'd have to. ]

One thing led to another. And then I became Prosecutor van Zieks's "masked disciple" a few months ago.

[So he made it to England, sooner or later he'll reach his original destination. Hearing how he got there though...a sad expression rforms on Naruhodou's face.]

I can't imagine how difficult that must have been, being alone like that, without any of your memories. [It was amazing how Asougi managed to get as far as he did, but then again, this was Asougi. The is the man Naruhodou has always seen as determined and resolute in everything he does. Nothing ever seem to stop this man, besides tongue twisters.

He rest his hand on his chin as Asougi continued, telling him that he had been with van Zieks for several months.] Months...he never spoke a word about a disciple. Was it after that case then...? Do you have a date? Or even the season would work.

I didn't know any better.

[ Which is true. At the time, it hadn't bothered him much. He had to do whatever it took to get to England, so he did — that was all there was to it. But now, looking back on it . . . he shakes his head, not really wanting to delve back into any of that just yet, if ever. It was over, done with; he shouldn't have to think about it again.

He tilts his head to the side, considering. ]

It's near the end of October. Or at least, it was. It's been maybe three months or so, I believe.

Edited (i looked up the wrong case whOOPS.) 2017-12-07 23:14 (UTC)

October, and three months later we encounter each other? That's... [He stops himself. If this is still happening in the same year, then that's six months later, plus another three months when he actually sees him. He frowns deeply as he looks to Asougi. The rain has finally stopped, but the cloud continues to linger.]

Asougi...this is going to sound really strange, but the last time I was back home, back in London, it was only April.

No, it's October now. It would have been . . . mid-July, I suppose, when I first—

[ He stops short, because— April? April? ]

. . . April?

Y-Yea... You just saw me back home before you got here, didn't you?

[Hoo boy, here comes other world bullshit.] Um, well you see, time works differently here. This world, it can somehow pull people from different points in their lives, and while you're here, time seem to stop back home. If we ever get sent home, we'll be right back exactly where we left off. It's already happened to me once before.

[He sets Karma down, folding his hands on his lap as he takes a deep breath.] I went home a few months ago, but altogether....I've already been here for almost two years now.

Two years.

[ He's joking, right? . . . He's not joking, not in that tone. That's two years in a strange place where rain manifests indoors and who knows what else. Two years of living with that lie he'd been fed.

Asougi's not sure whether to be angry or just sad. ]

. . . Two years.

...At least I know that you'll be ok now, better late than never, right? [He looks to Asougi, he has so many questions to ask a certain someone, but right now, he just smiles. It felt like an eternity since he smiled like this, happy to just have his best friend here again. Some work required, but he's still here.]

And you're here too! It's been so long since I've seen anyone else from home. It's just been me and Holmes-san. [The gray cloud has started to disappear.]

. . . I'm sorry to have left you by yourself for so long, and with such a grave misunderstanding occurring as well.

[ Anger can come later. Despite Naruhodou's optimism, Asougi can't help but focus on the fact that moments ago, he'd been doing his best to console his best friend. The temperature starts to cool around him as he looks down. ]

We have a lot of catching up to do.

Oh, w-well, you not being here in particular is not your fault. Coming here just happens unexpectedly. And you lost your memory back home, so you wouldn't have been looking for me and Susato immediately-

[He's rambling again. Deep breaths.]

Yes, I would definitely like to catch up on things with you. As long as you're well enough, since... [You only just remembered everything bruh, and it looked painful.]

[ He should have been looking for them. Logically, Asougi knows this isn't exactly plausible, with amnesia being a fickle thing that plays out differently for people, and that he's fortunate to have recalled enough to be able to make his way back on course. But forgetting his best friend's laugh, the wisdom and support of his legal assistant and dear friend . . . it's unforgiveable.

But . . . Naruhodou has a point. There's still a dull roar in his head that doesn't appear to be going away any time soon, and he's still quietly placing the pieces back together. There are still holes, he knows, but Asougi isn't about to let him on to that. He shifts his position on the couch slightly so he's facing Naruhodou. ]

Tell me what I've missed in the two years that you've been here.

[These last two years...hm, that's quite a bit of history to go through. Where to even begin?]

Well, I've learned how to cook a lot of things, and been taking self defense lessons. I...sort of know how to use a sword. [Don't ask him to demonstrate, it's terrible.] There's a lot of dangerous things outside this city, so...I wanted to be able to better protect myself and others, though I'm not very good at the latter. [Was that a small smile on his face? It's pretty ridiculous what he was doing, he's no fighter.]

I actually took on a case here, went to trial defending someone, with... [His eyes widen, suddenly looking rather excited about something.] Oh, you won't believe this, but I actually met one of my descendants here!

[ Asougi sits back and listens as Naruhodou speaks, a faint smile slowly crossing his face. Naruhodou, learning how to cook? He'll believe it when he tastes it. Self defense — that sounds like him, "not very good" and all. He's no fighter, but he's always willing to try. ]

Your descendant? [ He might sound a bit skeptical at that, but he still shakes his head, chuckling softly. ] You've really grown, haven't you.

Mm. He had a strange name, Phoenix Wright, and his hair was really spiky. [Hope you don't mind a sudden image of Wright being shoved into your poor head. At being told he's grown, he blinks a few times, confused and laughing sheepishly.]

H-Have I...really?

[ Nope, sorry, your bffl has been sufficiently distracted by PSYCHIC SHIT when he already has a headache. ]

— what was that?

Eh? Oh, I was just saying...have I really grown that much?

No, not that. There was an— image?

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