[color=silver][center][h2][color=0099aa]𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭[/color][/h2]
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No one had answers to give. Not the students around Duncan, nor his own overworked brain. His mind was still reeling from the information dump it had been subjected to just a moment ago. Facsimiles, flashes of Asahi's feelings, his mind, his... [i]true self[/i]. There was no time to process any of it. Duncan's head felt heavier than after a cram session the night before an exam; the only time he ever really studied. 

Eventually Masato spoke, but all he did was bitch, so it didn't really count as answering, either. [color=0099aa]"I'm not freaking out!"[/color] Duncan shouted, freaking out.

Even still, he kept his arm extended for Asahi. He didn't actually expect the guy to draw [i]literal blood[/i] from it, though. Just... power, or light, or life force, or-- whatever else he had that the two dying students did not. Something. Anything. Duncan's chest burned, and for a moment he hoped he could donate [i]that[/i], too; the familiar burn he'd felt that first night, when he'd Awakened. There'd been so much blood gushing out of him back then. Back when his stomach had--

He [i]heard [/i]it first; the tearing of tissue, the rupturing of skin. Feeling came after, and it wasn't in the form of pain. He felt but a split of second of nausea before his stomach grew lighter, and then all he really felt was the wetness of his skin from all the blood splashing onto his lap.

[color=0099aa]"Huh?" [/color]Duncan didn't recognize his own voice. He never sounded [i]that [/i]high-pitched, that confused, that much at a loss for any reaction at all.

He raised his hands slowly, eyes fixed on the liquid dripping between his fingers, down his arms, on grass that seemed to [i]thirst [/i]for it. [i]His blood[/i], except not. This shit was golden.

Something moved in his peripheral vision, and once Duncan realized it was blades of grass, actively reaching towards the open wound, he recoiled like someone'd shot him in the face. He fell backwards on his ass and hands, pressing golden blood into the soil underneath his palms. Grass tickled his fingers as it licked them clean.

[color=#fbb6cb]"What the fuck,"[/color] someone said, and it might've as well been him.

[color=0099aa]"Bro, are you fucking serious?! [i]Again?![/i]"[/color] Duncan's voice was still a few octaves higher than usual. He pulled his hands away from the hungry grass, gaze flicking from one student to the next in search of answers. It was then that he realized they'd been joined by more people. Ayana was pressing a piece of cloth against the wound to try and stop the bleeding, but as much as he appreciated the thought, the feeling of something pressing against his open stomach, though not painful, made Duncan sick as hell.

[color=0099aa]"Ayana, it's [i]cool,[/i] you don't gotta-- it doesn't hurt! I [i]swear![/i]"[/color] he protested, trying to push her hands away, only to have[i] a brand new [/i]finger suddenly invade his personal space. It was fucking Shun, and she was [i]definitely [/i]doing this on purpose, as some fucked up sort of revenge. She dipped her finger in and then-- put it in her [i]mouth?![/i]

Duncan reached to grab her by the wrist before she could go in for seconds, not really caring if he squeezed too hard. He'd yet to decide which combination of expletives to yell at her, when Asahi moved in next. Duncan felt like he was a whole-ass fucking buffet of a deer, fighting off a pack of hungry wolves. 

Except Asahi didn't drop the liquid into his own mouth - he dropped it into Sasuke's. Duncan stopped struggling away from everyone for a moment to stare. His gaze fell on the grass, seemingly invigorated. Wait a fucking minute. It sounded totally crazy, but could it... actually work? 

He remembered Haruko smoothing his brow, squeezing his arm, asking him to make Sasuke and Yuki better. He had to try, and he felt like this was his only shot. He had nothing else.

[color=0099aa]"... Move." [/color]Duncan brushed past the others and shook off the piece of cloth that had, by some miracle, [i]not [/i]soaked through - or even gotten wet. He moved on his knees, both hands holding his stomach and its golden contents. Blood spilled past his fingers, but he managed to keep a bunch of it cupped in his palms. Once he reached Sasuke, his head now resting on Asahi's lap, Duncan leaned over the guy's open mouth. [color=0099aa]"Alright champ. Bottoms up."[/color]

With that, he pulled his hands away, letting the golden liquid splash onto Sasuke's face and pour down his throat. Because hey, it wasn't like it could make things any worse at this point, right?! [/color]