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Re: hg: short hg krislay team lay

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They split an energy bar between them in the morning. There's one left, and it's a problem.

Yixing had shaken Yifan awake mid-night, when he hadn't been able to keep his eyes open any longer. He'd also felt horribly weak and dizzy, but this, he didn't say. Even now, the light headedness stays, but he shoves the feeling down as he follows Yifan through the arena.

It'd been too peaceful, Yifan had said. He didn't like it.

Secretly, Yixing agrees. Other than Sehun and Lu Han's deaths, the cannons had been suspiciously silent. He'd watched the hunger games too. In preparation. He'd sat down, and gone through as many of them as he could. If it was peaceful, then the organisers had something up their sleeves. Always. It's not good for things to be too peaceful. Makes things boring. And goodness knows that boring was the last thing the hunger games could be.

"It's either something big, or someone," Yifan murmurs. Yifan still isn't given much to talking. Maybe, Yixing thinks, it's because he's shy.

"They could always release flesh eating bugs," Yixing quips.

"That's not funny, don't joke about that," Yifan says. He turns, speaks quieter. "Don't give them ideas."

Yixing blanches. He hadn't thought about that.

A sudden wave of nausea and dizziness hits him, and Yixing stumbles, falling before he can catch himself. His knees hit the ground a split second before he breaks the fall with his hands, roughened stone scraping away the skin from his palms. He grits his teeth and gets back to his feet.

Shakes his head. "I'm okay," he says, before Yifan has a chance to ask. Yifan has an arm looped around his shoulder, and Yixing wants nothing more than to sag against him. His vision slowly comes back from black, and he grimaces.

"You've lost more blood than I thought," Yifan says quietly.

Yixing looks sharply at him, eyes wide. His swollen eye twinges unhappily, and Yixing clenches his jaw. He touches a hand gingerly to his head. He wishes he could be surprised when he finds that the bandage is soaked through.

"I'm fine," he repeats. Yifan looks worried. His brows come down at sharp angles when he looks worried. It's almost scary, but Yixing knows that when Yifan looks scary, he looks different. Not worried.

Yixing pulls away and strides ahead, leaving Yifan to catch up in long steps in no time. Yifan overtakes him, because after all, Yifan is the one with the map. He slows, lingers by Yixing's side for a few paces. Leans over.

"You're still bleeding," Yifan whispers. His breath tickles against Yixing's neck, and he jerks away. He doesn't stumble this time.

He swallows, looks down guiltily. "I'm sorry," he says.

Yixing notices a moment too late that Yifan has stopped, and doesn't stop in time to avoid crashing into him altogether. Yifan turns slowly, and looks down at him. He's frowning. "Why?" he says. "You're sorry for bleeding?"

Yixing hesitates, shakes his head. "Sorry I didn't tell you," he says. He pushes past Yifan in quick short steps. He's a liability. "It's alright if you don't want me around."

Yifan grabs him by the arm, stops him, and then pulls him along with him. His hand is a vice around his upper arm, and it reminds Yixing uncomfortably of Zitao's grip. His fingers rub against his throat.

"An extra pair of eyes is better than none," Yifan says. "But if you get hurt again..."

"I know," Yixing says. He chuckles. "No one expected me to live past the first few anyway. I'll be fine by myself."

Yifan shakes his head. "That's not what I meant. Unless your sponsors feel like you're worth saving, I'm doubt you'll live if you lose much more blood."

Yixing falls silent. Yifan is being nice to him. Too nice. "I know," he says again.

They don't speak for a long time after that. Yixing's not sure what Yifan is looking for, but from the location of the sun overhead, Yixing knows they've changed directions several times. Every now and then, Yifan will take out his map and make a mark on it.

At one point, they near someone - or several someones. But they seem as skittish as they are, because they never show their faces, and Yifan pulls them still behind a building.

It's peaceful.

"I'm worried," Yixing voices eventually. "Where is everyone?"

Yifan shrugs. "Two down, ten left. Eight people we could find." He grimaces. "For all we know, all eight could be together."

"Seven," Yixing says. Yifan looks at him. "Seven, because we just saw at least one."

"Mm."

They pass by what looks to have been a shop at one point. Looks like, because the building has been well ransacked, every nook and shelf having been overturned. They go in anyway, picking their way through the shattered glass, just in case.

Whoever had been here before them had been fairly thorough. Yifan salvages several more lengths of rope, some sort of fiber that Yixing can't place the name of. Yifan had run it through his fingers and nodded appreciatively, so Yixing had guessed that he knows what it is.

"You're from the fishing district, right?" Yixing asks.

Yifan grunts. A yes.

"Are we going fishing?"

Yifan fixes him with a long stare. "Something like that," he says.

" I've never been fishing," Yixing muses thoughtfully. "There was a river in our district, but I don't know if there were fish."

"Where there's water, there's fish," Yifan says.

"Is there water here?" Yixing asks hopefully.

Yifan shakes his head. "Nothing with fish," he grunts. "I checked."

"Oh," Yixing says. "I would've liked to go fishing."

Yifan laughs, a short, sharp burst. It's wide and gummy, and suddenly, he's not scary at all. His face contorts, and it's not perfect; even so, it's the most welcoming sight Yixing has ever seen.

"You should smile more," Yixing says, and not for the first time, he thinks it would've been nice to have been friends.

Yifan seems to read his mind: "if we ever got out, I'd take you fishing," he says. It's an impossible thought, but maybe, that's what makes him smile.

Re: hg: short hg krislay team lay

[(Anonymous)]

omg anon. painful and bittersweet. the last few lines omg ;;;;;;

Re: hg: short hg krislay team lay

[(Anonymous)]

ty anon!!!! sob i had 5 minutes to tie it up so i'm sorry if they were really cheesy /o\