“Take your heart? What the hell?”
To Ichigo Sakamoto, the asshole demon of abuse.
Your violent nature has been exposed! No longer will you be taking your anger out on those that can’t stand up against you. We will take your twisted desires without fault and make you pay for your crimes!
From the Phantom Thieves of Hearts
“… What are you planning, Ryu?” Pushing himself off the mailboxes he took out his keys to empty their own, before he made his way upstairs. Phantom Thieves of Hearts? That sounded like something they would’ve played as kids. Nothing a teenager would pull. Make sure he reads it, huh?
Lips pressed together he went into the apartment and straight to the living room after leaving his shoes, tossing several envelopses and the card into his fathers lap.
“What’s this bullshit, eh?”
“Dunno. I just brought everything upstairs from the mail-”
He felt a powerful and painful yank on his arm, pain increasing as he was forced down onto eyelevel with his father. He smelled terrible, of alcohol and old sweat and it stung in Koujis nose and eyes.
“The fuck is this card Kouji?! WHO IS IT FROM?!”
“I told you I don’t know! It was in the damn mailbox!”
“Don’t you dare raise your voice against me you piece of shit!”
A stinging pain spread from his left eye as he fell back from the heavy hit, whining. Shit. He should’ve seen that coming. He heared glass clattering as his father stood up, arms quickly thrown over his head to protect himself, as the ringing of his phone broke through. He could hear the sound of his father falling back into the old sit through chair.
“Fuckin’ answer it and go the fuck to work. Good for nothing brat.”
Kouji immideatly stood up to leave.
Even as Ryuji had left and rounded the corner, he lingered long enough to see Kouji head inside and face the bastard that had dictated their whole childhood. The determination only grew as he looked at the hunched over form of his twin, ready to fight heaven and hell to get him out of there.
With a quick text to the team he reaffirmed that they’d be heading to mementos today and got himself psyched up for the coming raid. There was still time to kill however until Ann and Akira would be arriving at the station and Ryuji knew he’d make it there in a five minute sprint.
His gaze drifted back to the apartment building once more, his eagerness and brashness leaving him with the urge to barge in there and bark right at their father’s face that his scumbag days were over but he knew that it would only complicate things and leave more suspicion in their way than already there.
Didn’t help that this stupid detective apparently was against their antics of changing society. Stupid Akechi.
With a last sigh he turned, no longer hiding himself as he walked into the direction of the Shibuya station, hands in his pockets and chin held high despite his slumped shoulders. He’d been bruised and beaten but he wasn’t going to go down without a fight anymore.
And he’d emerge victorious. That was for sure.
janainaart
dailybridgerton
snowghoul
tangentwithtanner
origamiaround
theartofmadeline
jacobvanloon
gummygunk
