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Inho felt his breath falter pushing back and fourth like ping pong in his lungs, he’d heard the crack, seen the body hit the ground and watched as a trickle of red oil slipped from Gihuns placid body leaving a bundled up baby in the greenish haze of cloth with the numbers embedded in white ‘222’ and ‘456’ both wrapped on her little body while she let out soft noises of wonder oblivious to the death caused to let her have a place in this world and leave the facility unscathed.
Inho listened to the crude remarks on his blatant favouritism towards player 456 and how the 'frontman's poor heart must've shattered' of course though Inho didn't pay mind to the words as he excused himself very politely by walking out without a word. well, not really walking sort of a light sprint that gave his aged bones a rough ache but that's not what he focused on. how could he? he lost his will, his curiosity and every stem ends he's aware of but not Gihuns. never. he'd halted almost, making a fatal realisation of his mistake in trying to get to his bloodied player that he'd never said anything back through his radio sat on his hip under his cloaked uniform. he sighed snaking a hand to thread through the coat to grab it and picking up his pace of jog to reach a elevater that was within the maze of dulled pinks that he'd grown accommodated too as much as he could of since his first games in this place, once he'd finally reached the elevator it couldn't of been slower to close those doors he swore he could of ran between them multiple times similar to what he and his brother had done as children.
Inho flicked his radio to a station he knew well as the surgeons main lines, telling them to get to the ground and floor of the arena immediately and get 456 stabilised although he could already feel the prying eyes of them especially when he'd have to see them put in action even that thought on its own was having his body fidget too much for someone who'd seen countless open corpses in his lifetime why should this be any different to any other player? Well the difference was gihun was a selfless, heroic with will and stubbornness. In a lot of ways gihun reminded Inho of his late wife, with his cocky yet stubbornness that held a cheeky side inside but he wasn’t attracted to gihun…..not the time he had bigger pressing issues at the moment that being the same man nonetheless.
The elevator dinged marking his stop to show the plain stretched out of sand grains freckled with body’s and blood along with those body’s was gihuns. He’d ran faster this time nearly toppling over his own guards in the process to make sure the man on the floor was still in this realm with a heartbeat, ignoring the strange looks he felt through their masks he couldn’t care. Nothing made him care except for gihuns health at this moment not even daring to think of the baby still above them alone snugged in players jackets who’d given or taken their lives just for its eyes to shine in this factory like setting.
Inho halted stumbling his stance as his guards baring a circle and square emblem in white crossed black masked while they worked tearing the players tux apart to reach the vital areas while simultaneously pressuring the gaping wound in gihuns skull that was dripping still made inhos stomach churn like he could throw every ounce of liquor he’d had in the last day but taking his eyes off this senecio wasn’t a option and neither was leaving to obtain the small baby either. Instead he’d finally collected himself enough to let himself back away slower and with his back facing his destination still watching his companions work on stitching gihuns head and watching his vitals on different machines untill his back thumped on the cold elevator doors that reminded him of his age once again painfully scrutinising him in a way.
He’d collected the child into his arms swiftly only just stopping himself from peering over the edge player 456 had fallen off instead letting his eyes fall to the small baby nestled into his arms while he waited for the elevator once more. She had barely been able to open her eyes but yet she was still quiet, baby’s usually hadn’t been this quiet….ever. He’d seen Junho as a baby, loud and wandering as soon as his body would let him but not her. She was still unnamed Inho reminded himself he couldn’t just say ‘222’ or the baby that sounds almost crueler then Inho wanted to believe himself to be. The elevator dinged drawing both of their attention at once, one filled with wander and the other surprise.
Inho had stepped in a millisecond later feeling the heightened difference between the top of the pillar and the elevators cheque interior that was unlevelled up almost throwing himself off balance but somehow comforting with the baby snuggled in his arms with a curled fist wrapped around his index finger and the soft ticking of the elevator floors (that only lead to mechanism inside) although no one had entered them in damn well years and he was relived once the doors slid open letting him race to get face to face with what he expected was his employees working on gihuns body although he saw nothing in return except the blood traces and the body imprint near two other shoe imprints. Deep inside he knew they probably carried him to a work area with actual equipment available but that didn’t make the gnawing feeling bundling up in his stomach ease up.
once again Inho found himself on his radio switched towards the surgeon stations and telling them briefly to take player 456 and the equipment involved to outside the island and to the boats, specifically the one Inho takes alone aside from whoever steers it, only receiving a chipped voice of a yes sir in return signalling Inho to place the audio device back where it was stationed looking back over his shoulder to see a familiar face looking back at him.
The gun raised up towards inhos head, stern eyes concentrated on his own brother only slowly dipping down to meet the baby cradled in his arms almost a confused look sprouting on his face, like he felt he missed something he should know already. “She’s not mine, if that’s your assumpti-“ the gun clocked, shutting Inho up from his light hearted attempt of a joke and junho started “I don’t care, I care about where my brother’s gone!” Silence followed up catching both of them. Inho started walking, reminding himself of the ticking that had grown louder in the silence, he wanted neither of them to be blown to little bits here, especially the baby. His footsteps got faster, He couldn’t let himself be at fault for a child’s death, unborn or not.
eventually he’d made his way to the end of the island through the labyrinth of brighten blues, pinks and yellows all he familiarise himself with, feeling the sand crunch below his shoes waiting for the boat to dock Witch was only a few minuets later but felt so much longer. He’d felt the baby start to rattle in his arms seeming to be uncomfortable with the position although he couldn’t tell if that is what she wanted or not.
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