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Please note that this RPG is Rated NC-17 for violence, gore, language and possible edgeplay sexuality.

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Left, right. Left, right. The pain caused by such a simple motion was unbelievable, but he fought to keep his body moving. He knew that if he fell, he would fall forever.
"Shinji!" He heard her voice, looking up, part of him not believing it. After all his warnings, she had still come looking for him.
"Grey..." he whispered, looking over at her, form so reminiscent of Ikane, yet knowing the strong, almost striking differences between the two.
Grey, while being younger and less mature, would never turn traitor. Never.
He could feel her pulling his arm around her, and as she tried to levy his weight, he collapsed. "Kiro! Kiro, help!" she yelled, waving her hand and trying to pull Shinji over her, his heavy body threatening to pull her into the snow beneath her.
"Here, here," Kiro quickly said, carefully heaving one arm and the most of Shinji's weight onto his shoulders, the two pulling the older man back towards the small home.
"Badly wounded, Shinji. You promised me."
"You promised you wouldn't leave the house! Think of what Yuuki would do to me if you got sick in this cold."
"I was worried, and for right reason! You fought Chaos, or someone!"
Shinji looked away; Kiro merely remained quiet. He had known.
"Just... get inside..." Shinji whispered, and with no further talk, they pulled him inside. Grey quickly helped him onto the couch.
"Kiro, stay here, put pressure on this," Grey quickly said, Kiro moving to stop the bleeding as best he could. Grey watched for a moment, before turning around, yelling, "Can somebody bring some med supplies over here?"