moved ! sociieties

[ minechin; text ] yeah, what about it?

[ text; kuroko-kun ] That’s likely a scam.

this is the type of shit that pissed him off. not because it’s nijimura that says it, but because it’s nijimura that says it and he can relate. still, hara finds it in himself to not say anything about it, only lowers his head and feeds himself another french fry just to let what’s admitted fall stale. when did they get close enough to actually say such truths to one another? and where were tatsuya / makoto / ryou-yo when they were needed? he sighs / eats another fry / and the nijimura’s words set in his bones. they burn, much like the truth. much like the reflection of a husk of a person sitting in front of him and eventually, he raises his head to look at his friend. “ sometimes, ” he starts, only after the topic was almost concluded to be a dead end. “ that’s not necessarily a bad thing. ”

two days. i’m sick and tired of people dying on me... right before my eyes... it’s been two days since then and angel hasn’t thought of too much of anything else since then. this wasn’t about that human, but about himself and the lack of care for anything. two days ago, he was supposed to be swept up and hopefully killed. two days ago, aki had stupidly grabbed his hand to pull angel back down to safety, effectively shaving off another two months from his life just so he didn’t have to see someone else die in front of him. two days ago, aki had pulled him back down to earth and held him in place until the threat of being blown away was over. two days ago, angel had been defeated by the simplest of things. two days since he’s been touched — held — for so long / two days later, the sensation of aki’s arms around him still haunt him much like his dreams do. angel was ready to die. he’s been ready to die for longer than aki’s known him and yet. and yet / and yet / and yet / and yet aki’s statement cuts through angel’s trance and he blinks, eyes shift from slowly melting soft serve to the human’s face. angel blinks again, allowing his gaze to fall to his own feet. aki doesn’t want to see him die; angel wants to die more than ever now. he wonders what aki would do if he had to be the one to go and kill him — if angel decided to just leave the organization knowing full well that he’d be killed in response. if aki were the one to have to kill him, would he? could he? “ i want to die. ” angel replies after a few moments of thought, half lying, half truthful. since that day, he hadn’t been so sure of that anymore. more sure of wanting to be left alone, but less sure of the idea of solitude and he completely blames aki. he blames the stupid human and those damned two days ago. he blames the human and the day he gave up a handkerchief just so angel could wipe off his hands and shoes. why did they become partners again, anyway? what did makima want to come from this? there’s no point in thinking about any of that. he wants to die. he wants to be alone. he wants to be held again, suddenly leaving him uncomfortable and even mildly enraged by the thought of it. aki should have let him die that day instead of forcing him to stay here, leaving angel nothing more than saddened and defeated. why does he never get what he wants? the soft serve now begins making it’s way from the cone to cover his hand and he goes from eyeing the ground to looking at the ice cream. he bites into without a second thought, lazily licking the contents off of his hand just to eventually look back at aki / back up at him just to look him in his eyes. “ if you die before me, then there won’t be any problem, right? ” angel doesn’t actually know aki. he doesn’t know too much about what the other had been through, or how much he’s lost, or exactly how many people he’s had to watch die in front of him, but what about angel? he has no rights thanks to him being a devil, but what about angel and his wants? what about his wants to not work / to not live / to not die / to be left alone until he’s eventually killed again so he can just be born again in hell and hopefully never seen again? the memory of what happened two days ago once again creep back in, engulfing him in the sensation of someone else’s warmth against his body and while it didn’t really mean anything, it meant everything.  feeling of the rise and fall of aki’s chest against his back ease back in and override his nerves as he stares at the other and angel’s gaze easily falls afterwards. next falls the rest of the ice cream, dumped cone and all splattering on the ground before him before he takes two steps back and immediately sinks into the seat behind him and it’s not the same. nothing’s the same. if angel knew that aki would have taken his one solid chance of dying away from him, then he would have tried harder to get killed. death, after all, although temporary, would have been better than being stuck living a life after being so carefully touched / so desperately held just to know that he’d never get that again. before that day, he was actually somewhat happy. less angry, if nothing else. “ hurry up and die so i can. ”

it’s almost as if he’d known that gaara would stick his hand in his mouth, responding with nothing more than a slow blink to the sensation of flesh not his own gliding across his tongue. gaara searches for something in menma’s mouth and the longer it goes on, the more taste of gaara’s finger becomes seared into his memory. he’s patient with the other, only slowly retracting his tongue allowing his mouth to close after love-marked nin seems to have ( not ) found what he was looking for. menma’s first response is to wipe the accumulating drool from the corners of his mouth with his free hand. his head cocks slightly to the left upon being questioned and just as the reason being it escapes him, it returns. “ no. ” although that’s not entirely true. menma had already mostly moved on, outstretching his own hand into gaara’s space, easily sweeping red hair away from the mark on his forehead and he touches it freely. “ not anymore, ” he corrects himself as an afterthought, now wondering if it was the same for gaara. despite this wonder, menma touches the practically branded kanji anyway, although it first being in the form of light taps before he fully commits to the touch. “ does yours? ”

he knows of how badly kinji wants to set him off / that every little thing kinji does is to get underneath his skin and kōki, for the most part, ignores it. sometimes, randomly, he snaps and responds in the worst ways possible. chaos unfolds afterwards and kinji is fed with the madness for days on end. today, however, kōki plans to revel in the chaos that’s produced as a byproduct of not only his own creation, but from kinji’s damage as well. and so / kōki contains the fox and winds him up until he’s sure the other is about to burst at the seams with the want to join in on the disaster that happens below them. he gives the okay and kinji acts accordingly, leading kōki to sitting back and watching the kitsune at work. he says nothing as he watches the fire spread, peering though smoke and ash to watch as the last beam gives way. the scent of blood thickens after kinji torches the dock and kōki ——— he’s impressed, to say the least. oni moves from crouch to a stand, gleefully watching as it all burns thanks to kinji. in one hand, his club appears, iron and over half of kinji’s human size and kōki leans against the object, scanning the area in search of one human in particular only to not find them. afterwards, he sets his free hand atop the fox’s head. “ we have more places to visit, little red. ”

as kazutora rambles, shuji listens, quietly walking along side the other. it doesn’t take him long to pull out a cigarette, reluctantly lighting it as the other goes on to talk about baji and memories. while he can’t relate, he understands it enough to get why tora’s decided that he was done. thinks it more so of the reluctance to get arrested again than anything about baji’s pull from the dead, but the details of it hardly mattered at the end of the day. “ good for you. ” the words are breathed out with the first puff of smoke. “ if you wanna look towards a dead man to decide what you want to do with your life, then you do that. if you don’t, then don’t. either way, whatever life you live now is on you, not baji, you know? ” baji and kazutora’s relationship may have been beyond the scope of what shuji knew of it, but he can confidently say that living for a dead man isn’t a life to live in the slightest. “ if you ever decide you do wanna come back, you know how to reach me; just know that this ain’t that kiddy shit it used to be. ”

how could she betray them like this? to go and attack them while they were just beginning to nod off, easily found resting underneath some tree. is this what they get for napping? to be woken so randomly, so wildly, due to her decision to tickle them? apparently so / they’re pulled out of the almost-dream the moment her hands are on them. first, startled and confused, but soon enough breaking out into a bout of laughter as they try prying her hands away from them.

“ pay for my lunch if you really wanna thank me. ”

“ what happened to you? ” he asks after noticing the injury, attention shifting from face to give her a quick scan. before she ended answers, ruin steps from the doorway, motioning her inside and out of the rain. “ let’s get you cleaned up. ”