I was feeling bored and restless and needed to get out. I wanted something really different. Sometimes if I'm kind of vague about what I want and Portal during it, the Portal takes me somewhere interesting based on what's going on in my subconscious mind.
I popped out in another Tokyo, right near an Aya holding groceries and walking to a Super Seven. Jackpot! Seeing me, he dropped the groceries and first went instinctively for a katana he didn't have on him and then to a gun that he did. I told him that I wasn't a threat and he didn't have to shoot me. I didn't have a job against him. As he kept the gun trained on me, he relaxed a fraction and I realized that he was
feline_casanova's Aya. Since I started using Portals I found out that people from the same reality all have a kind of similar maker's mark or fingerprint or something. This Aya tasted familiar but slightly different, just like
just_a_murder doesn't taste exactly the Aya in my reality.
Aya was tired. The new guy wasn't fitting into the team yet, so everybody else had to do more work on both jobs. I wonder if this Kyo will die like the one in my reality did. Also, Ken had gotten shot through the leg and was on convalescence from the assassin thing and doing only jobs a guy on crutches could do at the flower shop.
Aya, the moron, was also looking for leads on Yohji. The same stupid fascination.
"He's not coming back," I told Aya. "You know who I mean." Then, I guess because I've become nicer in recent months: "He's happy where he is, and Kritiker will never find him." I don't even know why I told him that, because I could have had a lot of fun stringing him along and tormenting him.
"You could be lying," Aya answered.
"But I'm not. You should forget about him."
Aya's mouth twisted, but his gun didn't shake at all. "I really should. Are you done?"
Since I had to be
something of a bastard, I said, "Your sister misses you," and laughed as I Portaled out of the way of his shot, leaving him to wonder if his Schuldig could teleport too.
I add so much spice to people's lives, but they rarely appreciate it.