: ☊ : ❛a o ┋Miles away, waves crash up onto the shore serving as an cold and rude awakening to the lone body on the sand amongst the millions of pieces of rubble and plane debris. Chilly sea water washes over the bruised body soaked thoroughly. The sun shines brightly overhead blinding him enough to look away and survey his surroundings. Slowly, he sits up hissing in pain from the motion of his left shoulder.
❝ Fuck! ❞ he cries out, everything sore, stinging, and burning painful. It was a miracle he could move. ❝ What… ❞ Scars littered his face and arms, shreds in his jeans and vacation themed shirt. He was missing a shoe, but that’d been the least of his worries. Looking in the distance, Aoba could see the smoking plane that had crashed–their plane possibly with people still on board.
❝ Koujaku! Koujaku, where are you!? ❞ he had to still be here. There had to be someone–anyone! He didn’t want to be alone and so he stood to his feet, glad to find that he could walk at least despite the pain. ❝ Is there anyone?! ❞ This was a nightmare.
His body protested as he stood, but he wasn’t about to find Aoba laying
there like that. Tiny red circles made an occasional appearance across
the sand as he walked, though the pain mostly rested within the harsh
bruises and bumps, only a few injuries drawing blood. He was used to
pain, but to lie to himself and say he was to this degree wasn’t easy.
Looking around, he noticed the wreckage of the plane was nowhere to be
seen. Was the reason for all that water in his lungs that he was swept
further away? Or was he simply lucky to wash up anywhere? He didn’t
want to think about it. He didn’t want to think of what to do after he found
Aoba, either. Having the whole ‘I’m really going to be stuck here forever,’
breakdown at the moment wasn’t priority. Still... it was hard to ignore.
Teeth clenched in pain as he traveled along the coastline, hoping to find
Aoba there. He had to be alive. If not, there would be little reason for
himself to be. He held enough tragedy in his past, he was sure he didn’t
deserve this much. Stop. Just keep moving. Don’t think. Just go.
Either the island was just too damn big, or Aoba had fled into the foliage in search of either the
hairdresser or supplies to last him the night, as it wouldn’t be long before its arrival. Koujaku
was important enough to him to be the first on his mind as Aoba was the first on his... right?
You dont have time to second guess him right now!
Shaking his head in attempt to clear doubts, he figured checking for
Aoba in the wooded areas of the island would be worth a try, for at least a few minutes.