#;arima

I have no idea what I was trying to accomplishwith this.

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ARIMA addresses his partner in a lower voice than usual, asking them to go with him somewhere. His partner obliges, unaware of his intentions. Their innocence almost hurts him. Almost. They reach an area devoid of people. When Arima pulls out his quinque, his partner doesn’t seem ruffled at all, instead asking him how long he’s known. He responds ambiguously, implying that he’s known for a long time. “Why kill me now?” his partner takes a few steps forward, refusing to look back to him. He knew his partner wasn’t capable of fighting. This wasn’t eliminating a threat to the citizens; it was murder. His partner’s question dies on the air. Finally he answers; “It will hurt more the longer I wait.” The hand gripping his weapon tightens. His partner resigns to their fate, telling him to kill them from behind like the coward he is. The sensation of his blade cutting through flesh, muscle, scraping against bone, is nothing new to him. However, this time the sound of the body hitting pavement is sickening. It was a clean death, he tells himself. They felt minimal pain. These words do nothing to console him as he walks away, how could they; he’s murdered the one he loves in cold blood.

SASAKI is ignorant of the nature of his partner for a long time. His suspicions begin when he and his squad are put on a case where the mannerisms and suspected appearance of the ghoul are eerily similar to that of his lover. He denies it, there are many people in the world, such similarities did not mean this ghoul and his partner were one and the same. The more and more information they obtained, the harder it became to reject. Finally, he stumbles across them, seconds after the act of killing. There is no doubt now, the ghoul and his lover were one and the same. Sasaki’s mind is reeling, maybe they could work something out, maybe the other investigators would understand, maybe it didn’t have to end with their death. “Haise,” they use his given name, probably for the last time. It brings the haphazard thoughts to an agonizing halt. “I’ve killed too many people to be forgiven, at least in this lifetime. Don’t hold back on my account, okay?” And he watches as his partner attacks a fellow investigator. There is no other way, he realizes, and something akin to despair blooms in his blood at the inevitability of it all. This is the only end to their story.

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UTA

Uta enjoys flustering his partner, usually through teasing. He likes to push his limits, but when he goes too far he apologizes. (Whether said apology is genuine or not is a different factor completely)

He likes to watch his partner go about their daily life doing mundane things. He’s quite observant, noticing their quirks and mannerisms relatively quickly. Uta can read them so well, he can recognize how they’re feeling and to a lesser extent what their thoughts are.

Uta admires everything about his partner; their strengths, their flaws, and all the traits in between. He finds it fascinating that all their separate parts come together to make a whole that’s caught his interest. He compliments them on all their traits, even their flaws, saying that they wouldn’t be the person he loved without all their qualities. They’re often likened to a work of art, that despite the imperfections everything comes together to make a beautiful whole.

ARIMA

Whenever Arima leaves for work, his partner tells him to come home safely. Regardless of the number of times he hears that simple phrase, he takes it to heart and vows that he will return that night, alive and well.

Sometimes he comes home late only to find that his partner has fallen asleep waiting for him. He’s always telling them not to wait for him—why don’t they listen? But his eyes will always soften upon seeing their sleepy form and Arima carries them to bed without fail. It’s one of many small testaments of affection they show each other.

He worries about what would happen if he were to be killed in action. While he knows that he’s more than proficient as an investigator, he’s made painfully aware on a regular basis that he may come home in a coffin. Arima has already made arrangements should he fall in battle, but even the thought of how torn his partner would be should said preparations be made necessary is one of many motivations for remaining vigilant.

TOUKA

Touka isn’t one to be overt with her affections. She takes a more subtle route instead; tapping her partner’s shoulder to get their attention, picking fluff out of their hair, telling them to dust dirt off themselves. Her gestures would go largely unnoticed by those less familiar with her mannerisms, but those familiar with her will pick up on those things and know that she’s smitten with her s/o.

Because of her fear of birds, her partner takes it upon themselves to shoo the winged creatures away when they get too close. She finds it unnecessary on their part to go to such lengths, but she certainly appreciates the gesture.

Her partner is the one to tend to Touka’s injuries, despite her insistence that she’s fine. In the end, she submits to her partner’s ministrations. They never ask any questions as to why or how Touka was injured and silently tend to her wounds. Touka is inwardly happy that she has someone to worry for her safety.   

YOMO

For some inexplicable reason, Yomo has taken a liking to ruffling his partner’s hair. Maybe it’s the way their hair sticks up, or perhaps their resignation to the action despite their obvious annoyance. Either way, it’s his standard way of showing affection, and one of the only ways he’ll be affectionate in the public eye.

He likes holding his partner’s small hand in his not-so-small hand.

Aw, hello to you too! I hope you’re having a great day!

NORO happens upon his lover when they are resting. In the days before, they had been injured in a fight; resting was a vital part of their recovery. He stands there, watching their chest rise and fall, before realizing that their wounds had begun to seep through their bandages. As gently as he can manage, he tends to their wounds. His partner wakes up despite the care he took in not disturbing them. The say his name, in a place between dreams and reality, and ask him to stay with them. As he didn’t have any pressing Aogiri business, he obliges, holding them against his chest. At least this way he could them all to himself and keep them safe.  

YOMO watches his lover sift through their things, half-dressed no less. “Hey, Yomo, have you seen my lucky panties by any chance? I have a job interview today and I need them.” He shrugs, asking what said garment in question looked like. Upon hearing the description, he sighs and reaches under his pillow, and produces the item in question. They retrieve the article of clothing that would guarantee success, kissing Yomo on the cheek. The slip their panties—and the rest of their clothes on. They say their I love yous as he tucks a stray hair behind their ear. “Oh! And if you want, I can give you some well-used panties next time.” He’s glad they say that as they exit, because his face might be tinged with a light dusting of pink.