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Chishiya decided to make use of an exaggerated gentleness to slowly and cautiously push the blue-haired girl back into the passenger seat, to his luck, Akira was a heavier sleeper than he thought and the action did not disturb his rest at all, yet it was almost cold the feeling of emptiness that was created in Chishiya's chest once he had Akira away from him. But perhaps it was also because of the stifling cold that the early morning in Tokyo brought them.
Now released, Chishiya decided to take a look around the road, to determine if there was any space wide enough to get the car through. Thus well disposed, he left on Akira a warm sweater to protect her from the cold, and embarked alone on a walk that took him maybe about 15 minutes of travel, during the way Chishiya felt like stuck in time, although he had been there for quite some time he was still not used to the constant silence of the abandoned city, he was not used to the mountains that escaped wildly from the parks, nor to the millions of flowers that grew next to them. Tokyo was completely devoid of life but at the same time full of it, it was enough just to close your eyes and take a deep breath to notice the thousands of crickets singing in the wind, and if you ventured further into the center of the city you could even find a frog or two croaking in harmony.
Despite all that being in the Borderland entailed, Chishiya could admit that he liked this Tokyo and this life much better than the everyday one, here he was free, free to do what he wanted and when he wanted, free to be the way he was without expecting anyone to attack him for it. He felt the experience of being in that country together with Akira like a walk in the park, although he was aware that it wasn't like that for the girl who since the last game didn't seem to be getting better, nightmares haunted her and the horrible visions her mind created to torment her were only getting worse and Chiishiya knew it, even if Akira wouldn't admit it.
A sigh escaped in mist from Chishiya's cold lips thinking again of her blue-haired beloved.
"It will be hard for her to get used to this place....but it doesn't matter as long as it keeps her safe."
Chishiya walked down the long wide road resting her gaze on every gap she found between cars and mentally comparing it to the size of the old vehicle they were using, unfortunately she didn't find any gaps big enough to get through so they would have to resign themselves to continuing the journey on foot. Which left a big doubt floating over his mind, how the hell did the other beach dwellers manage to cross the Rainbow Bridge that separates Shibuya from Odaiba with those big and heavy pickup trucks, did they block the road again once they crossed it, where do they get so much fuel to do that, where do they get so much fuel to do that? Once again, La Playa proved that it was not a utopian place to trust.
Once he confirmed that there was no way to get through the road, he returned at a brisk pace to where he had left the car and his sleeping beauty, who apparently woke up during his little expedition, for from afar Chishiya could make out her blue hair dancing in the wind, while her eyes were lost somewhere on the horizon, so focused on whatever it was they were observing that they failed to notice the ever closer presence of Chishiya. Who for a moment remembered the feel of Akira's skin, the soft brush of his breath in the morning and the warmth of his body compressed against his own, Chishiya wanted to go back in time to return to the precise moment where Akira had become his personal drug, so sweet and subtle that any approach had him in expectation of sweet contact.
