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ā donāt say you canāt accept that this is the end. ā lol. akira
twilight princess sentences. Ā ā” Ā * @rejusticed.
he liked to think that, for the most part, he had kept his wits about himself.Ā
the blood that trailed his face when he first ripped off the mask and the blood running down in a neat trail left by the bullet, it was still the same in composition. but akira wasnāt. the things he had lost, the things he had gained, and the things he was about to lose again. akechi made it a point to tear the fabric of this reality, and akira had never known serenity could be so morbid.Ā
akechi held the metaphorical gun, still, only now towards himself. akira supposed he would help him pull the trigger if it meant touching his hand one last time.Ā
he knew akechi wanted to hear his voice, but more specifically, wanted to hear him say it. and hidden under the hermetically-sealed semblance of composure were the fresh punctures to his heart. he had known since day one. marukiās confirmation was a useless reminder at best, and a cruel form of leverage at worst. it was, above all, a wakeup call of akiraās own hypocrisy; the rest of the phantom thieves had snapped out of their solipsistic delusions, why shouldnāt he?
ā...itās been over a while ago.ā he admitted, and was surprised at himself at how simple it sounded, even to him. the truth could sometimes be just that. simple. a shame that never translated into āeasyā. āthat i can accept it doesnāt mean i wanted it to end like this.ā
ā will you rescue me if someone goes wrong? ā akira bein cheeky but more importantly embarrassing
the way kurusuās capacity for brilliance was counterpointed by his penchant for being a trusting fool never ceased to amaze akechi. akechi had never purported to be on the phantom thievesā side, let alone on kurusuās; in fact, heād made clear from the beginning that their alliance was an entirely transactional one, and more relevantly, that it would only be temporary.
trust kurusu to be a sentimental fool, so easily falling for the act anyway.
as if akechi couldāve grown fond of this ragtag group of thieves and changed his mind about disbanding them in the time it took to change niijimaās heart.
akechi hadnāt built a reputation on suffering fools, but he could humor this one, whatever little time kurusu had left for it.
ārest assured,ā akechi lies through his teeth, smiling all the while, āyou can trust me to watch your back.ā
@aicidos, prompt.
ā go on, pull the trigger. ā LOL
even in the face of death, akechi thinks, youāre infuriating.
itās clear, in this moment, that if akechi means to hurt akira, shooting him wonāt do it. ever since shedding robin hood for loki, the detective has had to throw out a lot of things he thought he knew about the thief; but there were some tells that akechi didnāt think he was reading wrong. the glint in akiraās eye, the challenge on his lips, the resolve straightening his shoulders.
for all that he was taunting akechi, akira doesnāt seem resigned to his fate. he seems⦠expectant, even. like heād accounted for akechi pulling the trigger. like heād anticipated akechiās moves. like he was daring akechi to finalize his act of betrayal.
akechi takes a step back. upon reflection, hasnāt akira always been this way? enigmatic, to the point of mystery; amiable, to the point of meekness; helpful, to the point of self sacrifice.
no, akira certainly never did things by halves.
akechiās voice is flat when he speaks. ādo you think i wonāt?ā his head tilts. āor do you wish i would?ā
@aicidos, prompt.
ā if we had met earlier in life, do you think that we would have been friends? ā
āi donāt do friends, kitagawa.ā itās a testament to how late into the endgame they are that akechiās tone doesnāt contain his normal levels of vitriol. there is only a line of tiredness hugging the curve his spine, resigned as he is to the twisted pull of fate and the hand that wielded it. heās so past being angry about things. being angry about things was reserved for a time before the red sky, before the worldās end, before akechi died and came back to life. being angry helped nothing, concealed nothing. akechi is not angry, and if he repeats this enough times, surely he will start to believe it.
āand certainly,ā he says, willing conviction into the words, as if he only had to say them forcefully enough for it to be true, āi could never be friends with the likes of you all.ā
(and maybe if he tells himself that enough times too, heāll believe it. and if not⦠then it was just one last lie to keep him company for the road.)
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there is action, exhibition, the film flickering on its projector as a hand spools and spools, then there's his exit with all its gunfire and explosions; an exit is not a finale, and ohta knew he'd leave long before the movie finished, rewrote until sei's role became inescapable and necessary, [ and of course sei botches that, stands in the engine room on ohta's marker and thinks he can face ohta's doom, and of course ohta saves him; ohta always planned to save him, even if that made him a fool, ] so maybe he leaves something worthwhile behind other than death and anger. ohta dies, as planned, and sei lives, as planned, and shido falls, as planned, and finally things are going right.
then god happens, then maruki happens, then ohta wakes up like he never left. he's damn tired of others interfering.
ā hey, little brother, ā he sighs, detects the others mixed emotions and swallows his own, ā i see you're doing well. ā the laundromat air tastes stale ā like an old, mothballed closet, the sort they hid in as kids when playing make-believe ā but he refuses to do this at leblanc; akira sees too much, and ohta hates his reflection looking back in those glasses, knowing he approached the thief before sei hoping to unravel the weight in his chest screaming wrong, wrong, wrong. akira fails in that, but, in fairness, so does ohta.
āif you die on me again, iāll kill you,ā makes him stare. there's rage in it. so you can die, he thinks, heated, so you can die instead? i would die a thousand times over, you brat.
ā we have work to do, ā comes instead, clipped and unsurprised. sei realized, too. ā you can work with us or sit on the sidelines quietly. ā
there is a guttural sound building in the back of his throat. sei bites it off before it gets the chance to fully form into either laughter or a sob, since that would be telling, and.
he freezes with the realization that oh, everything he says or does now can and will be used against him.
get in we're going to go kill god
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ā i canāt tell when youāre joking and when youāre not. ā ā you look ridiculous in that outfit. ā ā when we show fear, it jumps at us faster than light. ā ā go on, pull the trigger. ā ā guess youāll have to chalk it up to bad luck. ā ā whatever happens, happens. ā ā how long were you there? i didnāt hear you come in. ā ā some promises are made to be broken. ā ā youāve already caused me enough trouble. ā ā iām fully aware of the danger. ā ā why do you do all of this? for money? some sort of revenge? or perhaps just for fun? ā ā the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ā ā letās just say my past is catching up to me. ā ā go ahead and run. how far do you think youāll get? ā ā i want to get out of this life. ā ā iāll be with you. until the end. ā ā youāre lucky you got away with only this scratch on your arm. ā ā stick your neck out too far, and youāll get it cut. ā ā i was starting to worry about you. ā ā i thought iād say goodbye, since itāll be the last iāll be seeing you. ā ā you know the first rule of combat? shoot them before they shoot you. ā ā youāve never told me anything about yourself. ā ā hey there, having a little trouble? ā ā do you have any idea what you look like? a ravenous beast. ā ā this is strictly business. ā ā are you pleading for your life? ā ā i love the kind of woman that can kick my ass. ā ā remember: a snake cannot eat a dragon. ā ā you came all the way here to see me? ā ā belonging is the very best thing there is. ā ā there was no place for me to return to. this was the only place i could go. ā ā they lead you like a lamb to slaughter. ā ā if we had met earlier in life, do you think that we would have been friends? ā ā iām not a criminal. woahā¦that makes me sound more like a criminal, doesnāt it? ā ā you know what they say. easy come, easy go. ā ā no one can draw a clear line between sane and insane. you move that line as you see fit for yourself. ā ā donāt try to talk anymore. weāll have a doctor in a few minutes. ā ā why do you have to go? ā ā i know who you are. iāve heard about you. ā ā you should see yourself right now. ā ā so, youāre finally awake. ā ā either way, we were destined to end up like this. ā ā that threat doesnāt work on me anymore. ā ā a star just fell from the sky. ā ā we shouldāve never taken such a risk. ā ā your heart is colder than any planet. ā ā of the days that i have lived, only those i spent with you felt real. ā ā whatās wrong? lost your nerve? ā ā hello there, my friend, welcome to hell. ā ā how long were you in there listening? ā ā i have no fear of death. it just means dreaming in silence. ā ā youāre kidding yourself if you think every person is like you. theyāre not. ā ā you told me once to forget the past, but youāre the one still tied to it. ā ā before i knew it, the dream was all over ā ā angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils. ā ā having ourselves a little nap, huh? ā ā time never stands still. ā ā you are a part of me that i had lost. ā ā youāre a good shot. ā ā letās go somewhere. just the two of us. ā ā so, there is no place for me after all. ā ā there is nothing in this world to believe in. ā ā when this is over, iām getting out of it. all of it. ā ā shit. this whole thing gives me a headache. ā ā the same blood runs through both of us. ā ā if thereās anyone who needs pity here, itās you. ā ā why are you still alive? ā ā so, how about it? youāll have a little drink, wonāt you? ā ā once you let your teeth in something, you never let go of it. ā ā iām not in a great mood right now, all right? ā ā what, you think youāre too good to talk to me? ā ā everythingās broken around this place. ā ā didnāt your grandmother ever tell you to finish what you start? ā ā iāll meet you at the end of this world. ā ā you were always waiting for me. and thatās all i needed. you. ā ā what are you spacing out about? ā ā what are you going to do? throw away your life like it was nothing? ā ā iām watching a dream iāll never wake up from. ā ā iām not the type to be led around. ā ā itās so like you to worry about things. ā ā come on out. you canāt run anymore. ā ā donāt give me that art of war crap. ā ā youāre a strange one, arenāt you? ā ā this could be a trap. ā ā for some reason, i didnāt feel sad. it just didnāt seem real. ā ā if i tell you, iād have to kill you. ā ā now, donāt get hotheaded. ā ā thereās something youāre looking for, isnāt there? something you need to find? ā ā if you wanna know something, let me see some cash. ā ā hey, i said i was sorry. ā ā i donāt know who you are and i donāt really give a damn. ā ā if you want to receive, you must first give. ā ā i had a little trouble, but itās nothing i canāt handle. ā ā tell me what youāre doing here. ā ā we either deceive or are deceived. we flourish or perish. ā ā you donāt give up, do you? ā ā if you want to survive, youāll have to betray me at times. ā ā i had no idea the view from up here would be so breathtaking. ā ā damnā¦all that work and no reward. ā ā donāt come back. there wonāt be a place for you. ā ā i havenāt committed any crimes. wellā¦at least not bad ones. ā ā doing things like this wonāt bring you any good. ā ā what happened to your generosity? ā ā iāve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ā ā little by little, i felt something inside of me go numb. ā ā thank god i can finally relax. take a little breather. ā ā come on, hang in there, you hear me? ā ā do not fear death. death is always at our side. ā ā youāre in a good mood today. ā ā i donāt know why iām telling you all this. i feel like iām in a confession booth. ā ā youāve never listened to anyone in your whole life. ā ā weāre supposed to be a team here, you know. ā ā youāre avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you trying to hide from me? ā ā to our new alliance, and perhaps even friendship. ā ā when something goes wrong, someone must take responsibility. ā ā whatās your problem? you wanna fight? ā ā donāt try anything. ā ā youāve got a bit of mercy in you, havenāt you? ā ā i want to be strong like you. ā ā whatās all this? isnāt this a little risky? ā ā itās no use playing innocent. ā ā you have something beautiful deep inside you. itās hard for some people to tell, but itās there. ā ā youāre trembling. ā ā how do you know so much about me? ā ā iām okay. it takes more than to kill me. ā ā āsurvival of the fittestā is the law of nature. ā ā i want to live my own life, make my own decisionsā¦even if they are terrible mistakes. ā ā hey, thanks a lot for the warm welcome. ā ā what makes you think you can do whatever the hell you like? ā ā youāre just walking trouble, so stay out of it. ā ā i said i donāt feel like doing this. ā ā youāre just afraid theyāll abandon you, so you abandon them. ā ā and you trust me just like that? ā ā i never did understand you, right to the very end. ā ā unfortunately, we quickly forget the lessons we learn, and then we have to learn them all over again. ā ā youāll survive this. be strong. ā ā how many lies are you going to tell me before youāre done? ā ā remember: i will always be cheering you on. ā ā what do you get by running away? ā ā do people ever tell you that youāre the silent type? ā ā i get a strange feeling when i look in your eyes. ā ā this time, i hope you have sweet dreams. ā ā will you rescue me if someone goes wrong? ā ā do you want to know a secret about my past? ā ā even if you play by the rules, nothing gets solved. ā ā youāre gonna carry that weight. ā ā so, you were going to betray me? ā ā that arrogance of yours will be your ruin. ā ā youāre the only one i can turn to for help right now. ā ā iām not the delicate cautious type. ā ā iā¦canāt come with you. ā ā my love for you burns strong. ā ā they say ghosts appear in places where they have regrets. ā ā in this world, people must cherish whatever ties they have. ā ā youāre the one person i could never forgive. ā ā serves you right. this is poetic justice. ā ā iāve got no place to stay. ā ā weāll leave here and get out of this. ā ā what makes you think that you know anything about me? ā ā iām telling you this for your own good. if youāre smart, youāll stay out of it. ā ā of course, i can see now how stupid i was. ā ā did you sleep well? ā ā keep dreaming. itās never going to happen. ā ā sometimes itās good not to askĀ āwhatās in it for me?ā ā ā does it look like iām joking around? ā ā all is fair in love and war. ā ā iām just glad youāre safe. ā ā maybe this is the one i wonāt come back from. ā ā itās no use. thereās nothing we can do. ā ā what a smile. so sadā¦so beautiful. ā ā i know why youāre here. ā ā well, it looks like all my good karma is finally paying off. āĀ ā could you be a little quieter, please? ā ā if we do not show fear, it casts its eye upon us gently and then guides us into infinity. ā ā iāll take care of this. you can go back. ā ā this is the real world. this is no place for pretty ideals. ā ā iām just watching a bad dream i never wake up from. ā ā for once, just stick to the plan. ā ā this is the first time i agree with you on something. ā ā you havenāt changed, huh? ā ā maybeā¦or maybe thatās just part of the legend. ā ā if i get caught, nothing can save me. nothing. ā
akechi is like a two way mirror, he has thought this for a long time ā before the parties and formalities and a commission his mentor insisted on despite its lack of inspiration; something scrutinizes from behind the glass, and yusuke only notices because he is used to critical eyes as a young, forward-facing artist. the sketchpad and pencil idle in his hands, eyes glued to the smile the other wears like a stretched out mask.
it's something about the eyes, he thinks, raising his eraser like a leveler, or is it about the effortless shift of expression?
ā i understand the character just fine, ā he interjects, curt and yet absent, ā but that isn't enough. there's a problem with the model. i can't seem to draw you smiling. ā
most days, akechi tries not to examine his feelings toward his public persona. even if he detests-loathes-hates it, itās just another role to play if he wants to succeed on the stage that was his life. he knows how he must come off; heās heard what critics say when they couldnāt be bought off, (fake, plastic, shallow) but being anything other than pleasant and agreeable at all times would tank his image would end his career would disappoint his benefactor, and masayoshi shido has creative ideas for his future should his trajectory as an actor end by going up in flames. akechiās not entirely keen on exploring those alternatives.
heās walking a tightrope in this scene, after all, and in the next one, and the next, ad infinitum. piece them together and you have the story of akechi goro, actor and rising star.
but contrary to how effortless he makes it seem, keeping up the mask for extended periods of time does get wearisome when heās not actively involved in a scene. not to mention, his partner in this one refuses to play along. the smile begins to dim.
āi donāt understand,ā the character says, lips still politely quirked upward. remember your role, he reminds himself, clamping down tight on the irritation that was beginning to bubble up. it was always these damned artist types. āiām smiling right now, though?ā
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there was no other way to put it: kitagawa was a fascinating character, a talented artist in his own right, but entirely unfathomable to akechi. perhaps he was still too naive, to believe that he, by virtue of being able to switch out masks at the drop of a hat, was capable of seeing through anyoneās mask. because even if he couldnāt unravel it, kitagawa had to be putting on an act.
well, he did seem like the eccentric type, but no one could possibly be so incapable of reading the room and still make it this far into a career under the public eye. regardless, if there was something akechi was accustomed to, it was accommodating the selfish whims of others.
the actor shifts, his mask morphing into a pleasant smile. āis something wrong?ā akechi offers, āiām happy to discuss my characterization of the role if it would help you pin down the expression youād like to see.ā
@artifye ā”
when akechi had first discovered the club, heād been drawn in by its music, the grand piano catching his eye immediately as he entered. the atmosphere was relaxing and just what he needed, he found, and the dim lighting suited his intention to remain inconspicuous. from there it was only natural progression that akechi became a regular. the table next to the piano wasnāt reserved for him, exactly, but jazz jin had a select enough clientele that the other patrons had established their own preferred seats, and there was an unspoken consensus that any rocking of the boat would not be well received.
there was something about kurusu, though, that akechi didnāt feel that inclination to put on a mask and shy away from at that first meeting. so maybe he was playing a game of chicken on his own, approaching the then-stranger with the intention of intimidating him away from his table (however unofficial), but kurusu had been more than willing to take akechiās dismissal at face value. (granted, heād been passive aggressive about it, saying āoh, itās no matter, iām sure we can shareā when he meant āi was here first, get your own tableā.)
and then, equally naturally, to akechiās considerable bewilderment as to how it happened, kurusu carved a space for himself at akechiās table.
where before heād glanced first at the stage to see if he recognized the singer, these days akechi finds his gaze pulled to his usual table, searching for that familiar face that had now come to accompany it, and somehow, by the time he realized it, whether or not kurusu was there determined his mood for the day.
today, heās pleased to see the familiar mop of dark hair already there.
āi hope you havenāt missed me too much,ā akechi says with a light smile, setting his briefcase down before taking his seat, āā¦just kidding, of course. i know we havenāt agreed to a schedule for meeting up, but i do feel sorry about disappearing all of a sudden. itās finals week, and you know how busy it gets around this time, haha.ā
itās not the first time heās fished for information from kurusu, and at this point, akechi recognizes it as a game theyāre playing, to see how little each side can give in this game of tug-of-war. āah, i didnāt mean to make the conversation about me. what about you? have you been dropping by the club as often these days?ā
@piliyi,Ā for akira ā”
if given the opportunity, yusuke wonders: how would he paint goro akechi? against this bleeding backdrop, the face sharp and eyes worn out ā macabre and torn open like a scream, a methodical undoing ā with a debate of vibrancy to dullness, burning to ice; the artistic lens is inherently objectifying, he learns, forced to, exploratory and, at times, tender with understanding and, at times, cruel with degradation. akechi is the ideal subject of a tragic, vengeful piece. before, yusuke wanted to paint something eternally, unquestioningly beautiful; now, yusuke isnāt sure when to lean off the reds, the quick lines, how to divide bitterness from brushstroke.
[ āart is a process, as is grief,ā his instructors say, and in them he sees old, kind eyes. āteacher,ā he tries and his tongue swells, eyes bulge, and his throat closes. the days leading to madarameās change pull cross and thin, and in them yusuke paints too many portraits with the eyes and hearts slashed out. ]
his head tilts, stare long yet without judgementā waiting for anything that speaks back. ā crystal clear, ā drawls, and it feels like a truce, ā i do admire your directness, akechi. ā
ā dr. maruki was employed at shujin, so the others would know more than i. still ⦠i did meet him once, when my curiosity got the better of me. ā he remembers: the tolerant confusion, prompting, soft, and patient ā how maruki gazes beyond the fragile ice. ā he was humble, considerate, a bit clumsy. i found him refreshing compared to the adults we dedicated ourselves to stopping. yet, as always, here we are again: a palace, its ruler, and the desires he keeps. ā
yusuke is tired, and yusuke is young; maybe maruki realized all of that the moment they met.
ā he asked me what i wished for, ā a pause, the words straightforward and vulnerable, ā then he granted it. ā with the sun bowing, the halo of color begins blackening into a speckled void. the stars are visible in this reality, ringed in a faint and eerie glow. what would akechi wish for, given the chance? all of it wiped clean and vacant, another blank canvas scorned? ā lukewarm, ā he decides, lifting hands and tracing where the night contorts and frays and peels back, ā yes, desperate to mend, heal. thatās how i know it will hurt akira to face him. i hope you can help him in the ways we cannot. ā
kitagawa could do with learning to bite some hands that feed him, akechi thinks, or one day heāll choke on the poison that comes with forgiving someone who hasnāt changed their spots. it speaks to their newfound budding relationship that akechi hopes he wonāt be around by then to see it happen.
some part of him, probably the remaining vestiges of his rational side, thinks the offer of a truce should sicken him. thinks, why couldnāt they just let him have his moment of defeat, did they have to offer him a lifeline instead of flaunting their victory? he knows how to deal with sore winners; akechi doesnāt have a problem biting the hand that feeds him. what he doesnāt know what to do with is this shÅnen protagonist energy shit. it should be humiliating, to lose and have no choice but to crawl to the thing that defeated him, but mostly he finds that heās ambivalent about it.
well, akechiās stooped to lower levels, and with worse people. he hopes this will be the last time heāll have to, even with present company.
more inexplicable is this thing thatās seeped into him like a toxin: this ill-founded trust they have in him to not screw them over, despite his history of having done just that multiple times over. against everything in his head screaming for him not to take comfort in it, akechi canāt help that small part of him that still craves camaraderie. you can still be saved, the spark of hope whispers, sounding suspiciously like joker, iād be willing to save you.
if akechi were a better person, someone who had that same faith in the phantom thieves as they had in him, he would tell them that heās a dead man walking. heād offer them the opportunity and the time to mull it over, decide what his life is worth. but then again, if akechi were a worse person, heād be fighting on marukiās side. so he supposes they could be doing worse.
āiāll keep that in mind,ā he says, feeling a new kind of exhausted. of the fighting, of throwing away the pride he keeps finding new places to scrape raw of, of having to trudge his way through this world that barely wants him, and that he doesnāt want in return. more immediately, though, akechi is tired of being at odds with kitagawa, whoās proven himself to want the same thing akechi does. he can start giving that trust back, little by little.
so akechi sits through kitagawaās narration with great patience, muting the running commentary in his head that prompts him to mock.
oh, no, comes the dawning of a horrifying realization at its end, leaving akechi dismayed as he considers the information kitagawa lays before him, iām going to have to talk to the rest of them and find out what they wished for. he feels like heās gone through a whole heroās journey, as a person, just hearing kitagawa out, and he suspects that the artist may be one of the more tolerable of the bunch.
when it rains, it pours: title of goroās damn autobiography.
āhere we are again,ā akechi echoes in disbelief. maybe heād spoken too soon about not sticking around long enough to witness kitagawa being poisoned by the fruits of his own labor: it seemed maruki beat him to the punch in action.
āyou canāt say all that and not tell me what you wished for,ā akechi points out, āloving mentor, sure, but how much detail did you give him for him to bring it to life? is he drawing from his perception of you, or feeding directly off your desire? we need to figure out how his powers work, or fighting him will be futile when he manipulates some kind of invincible gundam machine into reality because thatās what he wished for.ā
āand,ā akechi continues before he can second-guess himself, thoughts running a mile a minute somewhere along the tracks of trust and openness and placing his cards face-up on the table, thinking if they figure it out then at least the ball will be in their court, āi care about kurusu. i do, against my better judgement. but at the end of this, i canāt help him.ā he lets that simmer, using the moment to slip a smile back on. āstill, iām sure the rest of you will figure something out. thatās what you guys do, isnāt it?ā
@aicidos, continued.
āno need to look so concerned. i was only joking,ā akechi laughs lightly, and in a manner contrary to his words, runs the comb through kurusuās hair with a perfunctory swipe. it does nothing to neaten the messy look that seemed to be a permanent fixture, but it wasnāt meant to be more than an opening act. then, carefully, akechi brushes most of the hair resting on kurusuās forehead back, using a hand to secure it against the top of his head. he shifts to the side for better access, tilting kurusuās head this way and that in examination with a low, contemplative hum.
how easy would it be to kill him now, akechi thinks, with his throat bared like this, inviting. what a fool, trusting akechi like this. akechi has plans upon plans to set kurusuās downfall in motion, and it starts with:
āah, only the part about the bangs. as for the rest, i came prepared, of course.ā he holds up his briefcase, setting it atop the counter where he proceeds to click it open. without further preamble, akechi picks out a hairpin and neatly slots it in place of his hand, pinning part of kurusuās fringe away. then, after brushing the rest of his hair to the sides and pinning them there as well, akechi fishes the centerpiece of this endeavor out from his assortment of supplies.
ādo you know they sell wigs styled after me? i was certainly surprised when i found out, haha.ā
from the outside looking in, the existence of akechi goro was a reel of film, a seamless transition of events that progressed naturally along the narrative.
that the reel was composed of two strips of film ā overlaid carefully so one could fill in where the other lacked to create a complete whole ā that, no one but ohta and sei themselves knew. there could not be one without the other, but when circumstances dictated that there could not be both at the same time either, theyād had to find a way, and so they alternated scenes between themselves, playing their respective roles of black mask and detective prince in the life of akechi goro.

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his switch of expressions is as artful as terrifying, a serrated blade disguised as a butter knife: thin, shallow, until its teeth find stability and gnaw their way to the bone. akechi is a beacon of justice, an image of polite youth; blink and akechi is red bleeding black, an inscrutable anger. ( bottomless, yusuke realizes, finally grasps the word, is there no end to the violence youāve made your existence? and then, who would you be if not wrath and the pain it precedes? and then, could we not breach that depth to find out? and then, if not for that faithful encounter, if not for them, would i alsoā )
ā itās true your abilities and knowledge exceed ours. be that as it may, i have no intention of disappointing myself further. ā should he be offended when this is the truest heās seen akechi since the engine room, since heās tried to forget the clang of a door descending and a shot ringing out? he knows what the others would say: that akechi came to them. yusuke knows this isnāt true; his bid for assistance, or whichever name he chooses for it, was to akira alone.
yusuke doesnāt envy that. akira is open and kind in ways others cannot be without destroying themselves.
ā so donāt patronize me either. ā he will never let a frame inform his reach again, regardless of who hangs it. thereās too many regrets already. ā what we lack in experience we make up for in tenacity. thatās something you know quite well. that tenacity broke our disillusionment with reality, though i wonder if maruki wanted subjugation at all with how simple it was. i barely knew him, yet he struck me as sure in his convictions, desperate to be of help. in some ways, not unlike akira; in some ways, not unlike yourself. ā a smile, private, almost teasing. ā stubborn. ā
the realization strikes him like a bolt of lightning, sudden and unexpected: kitagawa is someone he could come to respect. hell of an inconvenient time for it, but when has life ever considered him worthy of consideration? everything he had, akechi had to fight for himself ā this was what pisses him off the most, he thinks, about the phantom thieves: that someone came and saved them.
then comes the rolling thunder, the roiling anger that follows in the pits of his gut. where were the phantom thieves when he needed- immediately, akechi shakes his head to clear away the thought, suppressing it so far down that heād have to dig deep to reach it again. he wasnāt about to make a habit of dwelling on the past; it mattered so very little. reality itself was already so fickle. it was taking all he had not to question everything he knew in this warped world, and kitagawa was so self-sure, so certain in his own convictions ā ha, the irony! ā that akechi recognized the futility of even trying to question him.
and he supposed he never knew the artist from the beginning. that akechi, too, had deluded himself with the garish portrait of kitagawa in madarameās gallery, had seen him in two dimensions and painted him with the same brush in imitation, never allowing him the room to grow beyond that frame. first impressions tend to stick, and akechi, tv star and detective prince and brief sensation, he knew this all too well; but it was only in hindsight that he realized heād been just as much of a fool as those he had manipulated.
having shoved the thunder away, all that was left now was a clear sky ā an emptiness. akechi feels that the most, most of the time.
āhaha,ā he huffs weakly in response, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his palms. āgreat. as long as weāre clear.ā looking back, this development between them was terrifying and electric and undeniably inevitable. it was his defeat. there was never any other version of this where the outcome was different. akechi knew when he had lost, and surrendered.
if he hadnāt witnessed kitagawaās shrewdness for himself, akechi would be doubting his ability as a judge of character. maruki, desperate to be of help: to that end, what did bringing akechi back achieve?
using his budding, newfound respect for kitagawa, akechi tries for civility. speaks, with a wry smile, āyou know how it goes: the road to hell is paved with good intentions. but i canāt say iāve had the opportunity to get to know him, so iāll require more from you than tenacity. care to share what else you have on him?ā
he can always hold akechi's gazeāthe strange, inexplicable weight of itāwithout faltering. only this time, the intent staring doesn't feel out of akira's own will. chains, holding him in place. in those moments, those terrible seconds of utter quiet, of slipping into character, akira thinks of something swelling. he thinks of the citrus notes in today's specialty coffee, the cause of this acidity, how it still warms their cups, draws gentle figures in the steam it releases. he thinks of great distances. he thinks, or rather, wonders, of ends and beginnings. what he doesnāt think of: hate. that kind of strangulation.
a slow, passive blink on a face that has foregone his glasses for the evening. so, he thinks, the act ends.Ā
"...i can tell you've rehearsed it," a way of not calling it believable outright. and akira should knowā he dares to say unthinkable (ridiculous) things with a straight face. never quite that, however. āwho knows, maybe they chose you as a challenge of sorts.ā he pauses, lifts his coffee, leaves it there, hovering under his lips. āi wouldnāt immediately think of casting you as a villain, either,ā and takes a slow sip, breaking eye contact briefly. ābut maybe being the hero would be too on the nose. in their minds, thatās probably what youāre like every day anyway, right? heroic and whatnot.ā he leans on the table, and knows heās stalling something, only he canāt name it with precision. it almost makes him smile, the amusement he feels at himself. ābut nevermind what they want for you. what role would akechi-san want for himself?ā
kurusu is a difficult man to pin down: one with as many masks as him must be, akechi supposed. even with glasses off, akechi feels less like heās looking at kurusu than he feels kurusuās gaze piercing through him. here akechi was, actually trying to be threatening, drawing from a genuine wealth of hatred he kept at bay all the time, and kurusu doesnāt even flinch.
then, as kurusu is wont to do, he cuts straight to the heart of it.
āyouāre not wrong,ā akechiās lips twitch as his attempt at fighting a smile fails, his gaze trailing down kurusuās hand to the cup of coffee held in it. akechi itches for one of his own, but this late into the night a second cup could only be a bad idea. (heād already let himself indulge in other vices, namely: engaging with kurusu past leblancās closing time.) he hums, āi guess i canāt hide it forever. itās a classic villain turns hero play, so iām not just the villain. i figure the hero part will be childās play for me, as you say, so it was just the first act i was concerned about.ā
something about the phrasing gives him pause, spooling his thoughts around it into a tangled knot. āin their minds?ā akechi repeats slowly, tasting the words before he lets them go. in spite of the lack of caffeine, the implications leave behind a bitter aftertaste. (the question: what role does he want for himself? the answer: as if akechi has ever belonged to himself. the answer: it doesnāt matter. hero, villain, martyr or soldier, he would be a puppet either way. what he wanted was to run a blade through the strings.) akechi ignores kurusuās question in favor of posing one of his own: āyou have a way of implying things, kurusu-kun. i suppose the logical question i should be asking next is: what do i look like, in yours?ā