Oda Catch All

[allmyfriendsaredead]

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Week 1

[allmyfriendsaredead]

Sunday morning, 5AM ish

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[Well, yesterday sure was awful.

After a few minutes of laying in bed contemplating this, Saki finally pushes herself out, cleaning up in the shared bathrooms and heading to the kitchens, only to see...

Oda, passed out at the table. Because of course he is, why would he sleep in his bed like he's supposed to.

Shaking her head, she gets to work.

Maybe the scent will wake him: chicken, rice, and onion, sizzling away on a pan. It's already a pleasant aroma of food, and the sound isn't exactly subtle, either.

Or he can just snooze through it all. That one might actually be for the better.]

[odasaku]

[ the fact that he slept through saki simply walking into the kitchen is already a feat of its own. his days as an assassin have cursed/blessed him with very light sleep, which means that her cooking is easily enough to wake him up.

he rubs his eyes, looking over at saki that's cooking up a storm. ]

Making breakfast for yourself?

[allmyfriendsaredead]

Myself and two others.

[Mysterious.]

thursday morning, after moriarty's no good very bad news

[odasaku]

Saki--

[ oda didn't mean to speak up. once their alright breakfast with a side of bad news was done and everyone had filtered out of the room, he had stayed behind--his excuse being to "help clean the kitchen".

really, a large part of him just wanted to be alone. but with saki there, that's pretty much impossible, no? ]

Are...you okay?

[allmyfriendsaredead]

Hm?

[She'd set about cleaning as well, picking up the plates and balancing them carefully in hand to bring back to the kitchen sink.]

...I'm alright. [Is the natural answer, even if she's still looking subdued.] Why do you ask?

[odasaku]

Ah.

[ there's a sudden wave of shame that comes over oda, thinking that maybe he was just imagining things. perhaps he read her mood wrong and now this would become just another awkward conversation.

he sighs, and begins washing plates.]

It's nothing, really. Just wanted to know if you were alright after what the Professor said.

Friday, post-announcement

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[No one's dead, she's finally gotten rest, and she even got gelato. Today isn't a bad day at all.

So, time to track down Oda and get that rainchecked truth out of him.]

Oda? Do you have some time to talk?

[odasaku]

Saki?

[ oda had decided to stay away from the gelato party, preferring to stay in the rec room to read.

he looks up from the book, trying to think what saki would want to talk to him about—ah, right. ]

Is it about yesterday?

[allmyfriendsaredead]

Yes, that's right.

[She tucks her hands behind her casually, as one does when chatting.]

Is now a good time for it?

Saturday, Post-Game

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[She's already done some running around, meeting with others after the game. Oda's fourth on her list, and she seeks him out- but not after getting herself a cup of tea. This headache is Not Great.

Where oh where might he be?]

[odasaku]

[ he’s in the backyard!

oda’s sitting on the edge of the trampoline with his back facing the house, smoking a cigarette.

he seems to not be paying attention for once, so saki can actually sneak up on him. ]

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[She won't, because there's no real point to it right now. Instead, she slides into a seat on the trampoline right next to him.

...She's actually really close, as a matter of fact.]

What a week...

Week 2, Wednesday

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[It's a morning.

As usual, Saki rises early. And as usual, she begins cooking breakfast, even if Oda's there.

Hm.]

[odasaku]

[ hilarious to think that oda slept a wink after last night. not so much because of the whole fallout from the reveal of the fake dazai, but because of the paranoia that stemmed from his encounter with the old professor.

as for his relationship with saki—well, he did tell that fake dazai that he didn’t want to make friends, no? then this is, no doubt, an improvement, no matter how much his heart aches.

oda doesn’t say anything to saki, barely acknowledging her presence beyond a glance her way.

he’ll simply go to make himself some coffee. ]

[allmyfriendsaredead]

Yours will be done in a few minutes.

[Her voice is subdued, but it's something. Looks like today is hash browns and eggs.]

[odasaku]

You don’t have to. Take it to whats-their-name instead and save yourself the time.

Week 2, Saturday, post-game

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[Eventually, Saki will draw Oda along to the trampoline. Easier to lay down and snuggle close - and more importantly, speak without being overheard.]

I need to talk to you about him. About the person who calls himself "Dazai."

[Her voice is a quiet murmur, easy enough to mistake as something far more romantic than it actually is.]

[odasaku]

[ between the proximity of saki, her quiet voice, and the topic that he’d rather never touch, oda’s not sure what his heart and stomach are supposed to be doing.

but he keeps her close, nodding in order to get her to keep talking. ]

[allmyfriendsaredead]

He told me a little about himself. His family... he lost his father, and he misses him enough to cry. His mother has no idea what he's really doing. She thinks he's just at school.

He wasn't born with powers. He was tricked, and the powers are just a side effect of what that person gave him. The Foundation stepped in to stop him, and here he is now.

He's so sure he's going to die just because he's helping us. He's been lying for the cameras, but I don't think all of it's untrue.

[odasaku]

...

[ that definitely does make oda give saki a troubled expression. part of him still wants to be angry—is still angry over being lied to.

he’s not even sure if this explanation is akin to having water doused on him or if it’s actually oil in a flame.

whatever it is, when oda does speak, he sounds hurt. ]

I can’t forgive him Saki. Don’t ask me to do that. I managed to trust him and he broke it by wearing the face of someone I saw before they went and died and acting the part, too.

[ though it had been their first and last meeting, oda had felt an impact from meeting the boss of the port mafia. as if he had been cursed in the most horrible way possible, because there’s nothing he can do about it anymore besides drown in his own thoughts. ]

I’ll do anything you want, except that.

w4

[odasaku]

[odasaku]

[ after the whole egg challenge, oda will be heading to the blue room.

he knocks on the door, peeking inside the room. ]

Saki, can we talk?

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[She's sitting on the mattresses they have laid out in the middle of the room looking very much like she'd appreciate a nap, but when he shows up, she straightens her back and crosses her legs. Alert.]

Yes, what is it?

[odasaku]

About earlier. And about Moriarty.

[ the promise to talk about what happened. about what made him feel so paranoid throughout the whole evening.

he takes a deep breath, and says the following in a calm, emotionless tone. ]

I think...no, I’m sure that I almost died yesterday.