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I am.

Can you come over?

[Pause]

And bring a big kimono or something? I can pay you back, I just don't want to go out looking like this.

[read: looking half-naked because he now has BUFF SHOULDERS]

Very well. I'll be there soon.

How big?

A little taller than you. Broader in the shoulders though.

Thank you.

[Well, now Rain was a little intrigued. From the sound of his journal entry, it seemed safe to assume that Daitou was in another body... and since the man wanted him to come over, that might mean it was a familiar body. He'd find out soon enough.]

[Thankful that he'd finally recovered from whatever that illness had been and no longer needed to worry about possibly passing it on, Rain detoured to the Bazaar first and purchased a deep blue kimono that would have been a couple sizes too big for him. He then made his way to Daitou's home and knocked on the door.]

[Daitou opened the door with a somewhat embarrassed smile on his face. He was wearing a towel by way of lower body covering, and his haori jacket on top - he'd been afraid he was going to rip the shoulder seams on his own kimono when he tried it on. Being bigger seemed more difficult than being smaller.]

Rain-san. Come in.

[And the awkward, slightly shaken smile is still there because god does he sound different - and he sounds like the voice in his dream. The one telling him not to give up.]

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[The door opened, and Rain found himself looking up... at the vice commander. For the first few moments, all he could do was stare, his eyes wide. This was immediately followed by the strong desire to kneel before the man and bow his head, as he had in his memory. But that smile looked so out-of-place on that face, and the lack of proper clothing... he realized that this was, in fact, Daitou.]

[Rain still bowed, then handed him the kimono as he stepped inside, finally finding his voice.] I see why you asked me to come.

[Well. That look told Daitou that yes, Rain did have an answer to the question. He took the kimono with a small bow of thanks, and, having closed the door, turned to face away from Rain and begin changing]

I woke up like this, this morning. It's strange, having someone else's body.

[Rain averted his gaze politely as the other man changed.]

It is. [He knew perfectly well how strange it could be - he'd had his sister's body some time ago, after all. At least Daitou's transformation didn't seem to be as... upsetting as that had been. But then, it was quite possible that Daitou had no idea just whose body this was.]

...You find it familiar though, correct?

[Daitou nodded as he fumbled with his obi knot - that at least still fit, even if larger fingers was making it difficult. There's a note of false calm in his voice when he speaks]

The face looks familiar, though I can't place it. I heard this voice in my dream, though.

[Rain remained standing where he was, waiting for Daitou to finish changing. At least it seemed like the kimono would be about the right size.]

It's the vice commander's body. [Might as well cut to the chase. Rain said nothing further just yet, letting Daitou take that in. After all, the vice commander was someone very important to him, unless their memories were seriously misleading them.]

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[Daitou finished tying the knot as Rain spoke. His hands dropped to his sides, and he was silent, not turning around for a few moments as he processed what Rain said. The vice commander. His friend... and perhaps, lover. The Tree really was cruel]

I see.

[His voice was soft, the earlier cheer gone.]

[When the sounds of rustling fabric stopped, and Daitou spoke, Rain looked back at him.]

[...All right, scratch his earlier thought. It was upsetting, at least if the man's body language was any indication. Rain exhaled slowly. What now? He wasn't exactly cut out for offering comfort or reassurance, and he knew it, but this silence that was beginning to stretch out as they stood there was an uncomfortable one.]

...Is the kimono acceptable?

[Daitou swallowed, almost audibly, and then turns around to offer Rain a very faint smile.]

It is. Thank you.

[His expression falls a little, and he sighs.]

This place... can be very cruel.

[Even a faint smile still didn't look right, despite the knowledge that it was really Daitou and not the vice commander. Rain shut his eyes - it didn't help much, the voice wasn't Daitou's either - and nodded once in agreement. This place had a habit of being cruel.]

It happened roughly six months ago. Most people found themselves in other bodies for approximately a week.

[He paused, opening his eyes and once again looking at Daitou.]

Is there anything else you need?

[It was hard to read the shinobi - understandably - but if Dai's guess was right, this was bothering Rain, too.]

I see. And not really - I thought you might know who I looked like, you remember more of our home.

[A pause as he weighed the potential of this next indiscretion. He trusted Rain, but he doesn't know how far the man is willing to go. Finally he spoke again, voice a little harsher this time]

This, what the Tree does - it isn't right.

[Rain's voice remained calm and even, in contrast to Daitou's harsher tone.]

It isn't. We're given little choice but to deal with it to the best of our abilities.

[That was a fact of life here, and it was frustrating, certainly - sometimes infuriating - but Rain usually hid his displeasure well. Raging about it could draw unwanted attention, after all.]

And if you had a choice, to try and change things...?

[Rain shot Daitou a look.]

...I wouldn't speak of it so openly.

[That was a potentially dangerous topic, and while he found himself willing to discuss it with Daitou to some extent, it needed to be in a safer location. The Wilderness or the Scavenger's Yard; certainly not in the branches of the Tree. He motioned to the door with a slight tilt of his head, hoping the other man would catch on.]

[Daitou nodded, understanding Rain's meaning, and then his usual smile was back again - though the falseness of it is a little more obvious on the changed face.]

Well, it's nice enough weather for a walk, ne?

[Rain nodded back and led the way out of the house, walking in silence to the elevator. The last time they'd gone somewhere safer to speak it had been the Wilderness, but with it changing every day lately, he wondered if the Yard would be the better choice.]

[They reached the elevator, and he asked before selecting which button to push.] Do you know what state the Wilderness is currently in?

[Daitou shook his head.]

No - it's been changing so fast, and I haven't had time to talk to any of the adventurers or anything...

The Scavenger's Yard, then.

[The elevator doors closed behind them, and Rain pushed the button for the fifth floor. As the doors opened into the Yard a minute later, he stepped out and took a quick look around. He'd only been to this floor once or twice in all his time in Edensphere, as he typically didn't have any particular reason to come here. There were a few people milling about, and Rain began to navigate his way through the debris in search of a more secluded area for them to talk.]

[Daitou nodded, remaining silent on the trip down, and as he followed Rain farther into the piles of scrap. He'd only ever been here once, on his initial exploration of the Sphere - the place felt... weird. No trees, just scrap metal, broken things... it made him a little uncomfortable. But Rain must have had a reason for choosing it]

[Go beneath the waves, that mystery writer (or writers?) had repeatedly said. The Yard was beneath everything, and as far from the Tree as one could get in Edensphere. Rain stopped once they reached a secluded area, and turned back to Daitou.]

As I understand it, this is the safest place to discuss things. [He sat down on what may have been part of a refrigerator and waited quietly for the other man to speak. Whether Daitou had something specific he wanted to discuss, or he just wanted to vent, Rain was willing to hear him out.]

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