Nobu Hates The 8th Day

Alright... Alright. It's still hard to believe, hard to swallow.. that in a single day in the other world they would lose both Fuku and Waryn.

It still weighs heavily on Nobu. He was standing right next to Fuku.. They had been becoming supernaturally strong during the 8th day, to the point of being able to survive getting shot or firebombed…

But apparently not both.

The doubt is still in his mind. The guilt. The last thing he said to the little Felis was a complaint, because he antagonized the two that in the end took them down. He healed the Felis just barely enough to wake him up, to perhaps try to change things around. But.. He should have done more. The healing ability in his fists.. Why.. Why did he only do so little? Spite? An attempt to appease the two.. Terrorists?

And Waryn. Goddamn, Waryn. Nobu had no idea if the polar bear was still alive. Last he saw him he was bleeding out. He tried! He asked! He pleaded that he'd be allowed to take Waryn with.. But he was threatened. And.. After seeing Fuku die literally right next to him, fear had at least a partial grip on him. It was a miracle in the first place he could keep his cool enough to convince the two to let them go.. And even ask about Waryn..

He shook his head. Get a grip, Nobu. It's been a week and a half. Nothing happened last week. Part of him hoped that it would be permanent.. But he's not foolish enough to truly believe that.

He needed to get back out there. He hadn’t done any big deliveries in awhile, and he was losing his touch. Gloves on, mask on. Package received. Back to the outside world. Where everything felt.. Hm. Where everything felt LESS real, rather than more. He didn’t really know the two in this world, aside from meeting up a few times..

And being here.. He noticed he was faster. He noticed he was slightly stronger. More skilled. Physical effects from the other world? Something more? What was actually the truth..?

Nobu found it easier than ever to deliver the package, and did so without fail. Getting caught.. Hrm. Did it even matter, now? Not that he would, but.. The lines between the real world and the other world blurred, in his thoughts. Was he preparing weekly to go into the other world, or was that world of the 8th day preparing him for something here..?