@devilsends shino said ย โบ ย โ they'reย lyingย toย you. โ
the memory drifts in, the unwelcome ghost brought home in a vase. right behind his ear, a voice he hasn't heard since before the sea became something of a ghost itself. since his first language became something suffocating. he isn't quite sure what prompted itโ no. aki knows exactly what prompted it. the secrecy, the quiet voices, the gorgon smelling of poppy and linen bringing him stones instead of turning him. it brings him back to a time he never wants to live; a time where he had someone to say this to him, but the fucker was no where next to him now.
( it's dark outside. the still standing traditional shrine pristine, but quivering beneath the wind. a storm is brewing, because what the hell wouldn't it. a storm have breeched the walls already, why would the sky wish to match? it sickens him, chills him worse than a fucking cold could. the tightness of the air represents the tightness in his chest; difficult to breathe. this wasn't panic, it was fucking angerโ the anger of knowing he's fucking powerless. the anger of knowing someone sworn to him, someone he sworn to, couldn't struggle to breathe this air anymore. they couldn't smell the rain on the wind, feel the rickety boards of the patio's edge of the shrine. they could feel ... nothing. aki wonders if he dead know how cold they feel. aki wonders if the chill running down his spine belongs to the death ... but it's never that fucking simple.
it might as well be a dead fucking man. it's a wonder in itself how shino still breathes. must be all the 'netics, the nanos coursing through his bloodstream. but is life that simple? if death was simple, wouldn't that make life complicated?
as usual there is no greeting, no breaking of the ice. it's a simple, four word statement. like a dead body, there isn't a hint of warmth. shino never was the warm kind; if he was, it'd be a fucking inferno. smoking at the joints, scalding to touch. aki kept his distance for a reason, but that never quite stopped shino. he wasn't sure anything fucking stopped him. he inhales and it ... burns. a burn only shino could know, cause. it reeks of anger. " you think i don't fucking know that ... ๅ
่ผฉ ? " the laugh which follows is caustic. it's clouded by the cigarette smoke he forgot was inhaled. there isn't a follow up which ... concerns him more than anything. but he won't fucking say that. why would he? shino doesn't care, this was a mockery. a reminder he's been fucking lied to from the beginning. " if i didn't know that why would iโ " for once aki chooses to face him, stop walking the other direction and avoiding his gaze. for once, he wants to look him in the eyes and let his own reflect the fire. when he looks, no one is there. when he looks, the breeze crashes and askew bangs tinged with bleach.
maybe shino was dead, afterall. or maybe he was just fucking crazy. )
" mmm. they're lying to me. " spoken in that same cadence as he looks at the ceiling. he's been laying back across the cushions on the floor for some time now, lost in the sudden memory of the familiarity of a haunt. there's a smirk on his lips now, strained and mocking in nature. maybe this is just his curse; his very own noroi clinging to his back.ย but he wasn't his fucking subordinated-turned-equal, was he?
he sighs, finally bringing himself up to sit. the kimono, dull in color and lined in an even duller fabric, pools towards his waist. he never wore them properly anymore. two fingers flick up his holopad, another fucking reminder crossing his thoughts like a memory, " connect to hideyoshi. have them meet me in my office. " it clicks sends, it snaps off. his hands drag down his face. aki was being lied toโ he never thought it'd be hideyoshi like this, too.
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