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Follo was made aware that team Akuta, August and Eishia had gone to the Doll Festival, nobody told him though that they were now fighting against…God..? the second the news of the showdown that was going at the festival arrived at HQ. Both Cleaners and Supporters were devastated, you know who was the most worried if you were to ask? Follo. Folo Tunito, he recently had been able to turn his hammer. Alan, into a vital instrument. Why was he worried the most? Well, it was because his ‘boyfriend’ (if you could call it that…) was part of team Akuta, and apparently is now in risk of death. It wasn't so long until team Eager and Child along with some of the supporters, including Follo. the second he got in that car on the way to the festival he told himself. ‘Wait for me, I’m coming'. the more he heard the shound of the rolling wheels the more desperate he was. wishing to be there faster, wishing to be closer to his almost something.
was it quite the shame, that the second they arrived to the show. it was halfway done, and so were 5/8 of the givers that had been there before. the person...no thing Rudo was somehow fighting alone, was horrifying. nightmare worthy if you will, but no matter what was happening there. Follo separated from the group in search of Zanka, the boy he'd swore to himself he would go to the second they were there...huh, weird he was already being carried by somebody when he spotted him, the man was tall, wearing a Kasa hat, but he wore a Hell guard uniform...that must be Zanka's brother he assumed. brother or not of his platoniromantic relationship. the man looked terrifying. so he just followed him searching and scanning for clues of where was he taking him. until he saw they getting closer and closer to Eishia, the only known healer at Cleaners HQ. the second the taller man dropped Zanka to the ground Follo saw him spit out more blood, that was when he decided it was a good idea to come out and help properly for once in for all. "Eishia!" he raised his voice in order to get the girl to hear him. as the man and Eishia turned their head around to where the voice was coming Follo came in rushing to sit right next to Zanka. the second he scooted right next to him he notice the big hole on his stomach. that definitely made him worry. "can you do something with him..?" he looked around at Eishia who had just noticed the wound on his stomach. "I-I think...we need an electric port that can handle high voltage though..do you think the people here would let us use some of their electricity..?" she asked, that was when she was slightly interrupted by the man "this is a village of people who have a festival for givers yearly. of course they're gonna let one of you people use something of theirs just to see a vital instrument being used." he looked down at Zanka with a face of disgust. of course he denigrated all givers, after all he thought of them as simple people who got attached to an object. "you've heard me. go heal him." he finished, not even seconds after he finished speaking Follo carried Zanka and Eishia stood up. they ran to the nearest house, the second they knocked the door a couple of grandmothers who after seeing the state of the boy and hearing the reason for why to let them in, they gladly said yes.
The grandmas were very kind people even offering tea, although it didn't match the vibe outside they were trying their best to calm down. the moment Eishia charged Zanka for the third time it was when he woke up. of course still twitching and starting to feel the bandages and gauze Eishia had burrowed from the grandmothers. "Zanka!" he turned his head slightly to the boy who rushed to his side as he spoke. "what are you doing here?" he asked as he tried not to move so that he didn't ruin Eishia's work. "After we recieved the information about that microphone guy, both team Eager and Child along with some supporters including me had to come... though, Tamsy is nowhere to be seen." he'd answered. "I'm gonna go get cleaned up..." Eishia muttered before leaving the boys and the grandmas.. "why did you all come...why did you come..." Zanka asked, bringing Follo closer to him. "because of you Zanka. I came here because of you..." he responded moving in closer, almost like a hug. "you shouldnt have. we all could die, and I do not want that to happen to you. I cherish you too much for that to happen..." Zanka answered, quickly and rather aggressively "if I didn't get hurt so easily, this would be happening...it's my fault you and all of the people out there are suffering and I know it..." he finished speaking, belittling his own actions "you want to know what I hoped for? I hoped that you waited for me, because I was coming." he responded swiftly, his voice growing louder.
"You two are just like us when we were younger, doing anything or the other. look at how we are right now..." they heard one of the grandmas say. "huh?" Follo muttered as he looked at them. "you heard us. we were just like you when we were younger. we were both givers. though her instrument broke. that was when settled in together, and it has been like that for about 22 years...." she responded as she pointed to the shorter one right next to her. "it was her that was right beside me for every injury i got back then, It was her that came with me everywhere i went" she kept rambling, Follo and Zanka were both paying attention. but, they were thinking. the two older women were completely right. they were similar in some way. they both did a lot for each other... "we'll leave you two alone for a while. settle things up. alright?" the shorter one added then proceeded to walk away to one of the rooms in the house... for a moment the silence was hurtful, you didn't get the same feeling that this situation reeked of before everything the two boys started 'fightin'. that was when Zanka breathed air in loudly. "I really hate how much you worry. specially about me." he spoke through cold voice. "I hate how you always make your situation seem normal to keep going." Follo replied sharply. "I hate you always admire me even though I'm just a mediocre man. worse! a disgrace to anything im part of!" he replied. "well? I hate how you always belittle your own actions even though you do unimaginable things!" he kept going, "You want to know what? I hate how much you care bout' me!" his answer was kind of getting somewhere... though "I hate how you don't let me take care of you, Zanka. I really LIKE really appreciate you. scratch that! I love you." wait... wait, "what...???" Zanka replied...
yeah, what. "You heard me...I really love you, call it however you wanna call it. I admire you, appreciate you. hell! you can call me your biggest fan.." HE kept rambling, that was until he stopped. looked at Zanka, took a breath and kept quiet. he's probably weirded out by what he said... "so now is when you wanted me to say it? when I'm 3 positions from bleeding out?" He replied more calmly this time, "I have to say...so do I, though I dont think I deserve you..." he added to his small speech, "I love you too." he kept going, "Knew it!!" an older voice was heard from the other room "I knew that the second we left you two alone you were going to confess!" the older woman added. The voice of the woman broke the sweet moment, but It was also time for the first check on Zanka. I mean yeah, he was still in risk of death. when Eishia came back she looked less worries, I mean of course she's still worried about the people outside wating for her to heal everybody.
When Eishia finally finished checking up on Zanka and changing his bandages and gauze, she started asking the grandmas if they had more because it was probable that the chaos from outside was still going on and she would have to treat everybody in the house of these poor grandmas who had offered them somewhere to heal Zanka and tea... I mean, could the two boys complain anymore? they got their little love confession but never got their usual 'do you wan to be my boyfriend?' thing. so it would be only a matter of time until they were alone and could have their asking out moment. "Zanka, I forgot to ask you properly. who was that man carrying you before we got here?" Follo asked cautiously, "that was my brother. Goka." he replied quietly as he kept laying down on the softness of the sofa that the old women were so kind to offer... the face of the moon was starting to show in the sky. this leading to Zanka falling asleep, I mean after all he was fighting god before he had reached this terrible state, this lead to Follo to play with the other boy's ash-blonde hair, twirling his hair and brushing it slightly. By the time the moon was up completely they were both asleep, they were almost cuddling. Keeping eachother warm in their own embrace. What a sight...