#(x. niragi threads)

There was a method to his madness, and it was a complicated mess of neurons firing upon neurons as they worked through every possible scenario that could unfold once they stepped foot inside the remnants of the abandoned factory that had been chosen as their game location for the evening. There were a million different things that could be said about Niragi, but methodical wasn’t one of them. He was a spur of the moment kind of guy, impulse made flesh, so the method in his madness was often haphazard and ill-thought out, but tonight…

Tonight, was different.

Tonight, something was wrong.

“As long as it’s not ours,” he spoke drolly, almost as if he wasn’t the least bit concerned that she might be right. Weapon casually resting against his shoulder, he paused his steps long enough to get a read on the building in front of them. Three stories. Dark. Boarded up. Undeniable stench of death. Check. All the things that made walking into it like something seen in a horror movie. “They processed fish here. That’s probably what you smell.”

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@buntsuko​ said:  “If I were a zombie, I’d eat you first.” (foooooor Niragi!)

An eyebrow raised, indignant huff following – despite it being tinged with genuine amusement. Niragi was no stranger to pick-up lines; there were people at the Beach who would do just about anything to be on his good side. But that line? That one was new. It took him a second to recover from the amusement, just long enough to allow his face to fall back into that dead-pan, side-eye stare that made so many nervous.

Niragi didn’t really care if the girl stayed alive or not; the quicker she died, the quicker he got to go back to Tokyo. However, he’d been tasked with at least trying to keep her upright and moving, since his bosses had just gotten word that there was a hit out on her life. Apparently, she was important to someone higher up the food chain than he was, so…

Seoul, it was.

Both passionate and emotional, burnt sienna is a color of strong sentiments. From romantic to platonic affairs, burnt sienna promotes deep passion. While love and adoration are inherently good things, burnt sienna can sometimes cross a line.

It’s not that he wanted Madden, because he didn’t - not really. Well, maybe. But that was beside the point. What was exactly the point, though, was the he didn’t take well to being disrespected, and the person that had literally bumped in between them to get Madden’s attention had blatantly disrespected him. It was nothing to twist the knife, sink the blade deep into the area of the back that would land it right between lower ribs. Slowly, he lowered the person to the chair between them and shrugged nonchalantly when he met his friend’s eyes.

“I don’t like being bumped,” he said, leaving it at that as he finished off the drink in front of him and nodded toward the door. “We should probably go. Help me carry this one out, okay? We’ll just pretend like it’s a drunk friend and…what was the name of that movie? Where they carried the dead guy around? Weekend something… Yeah, we’ll just do that and then throw him in the harbor.”

KISSES | accepting

@tetheredflame​ | niragi & chishiya

“Shut the fuck up, Chishiya.” Niragi walked forward until he was flush against the other man’s body, butt of his gun held loosely over his shoulder. It was infuriating, the way those fucking eyes kept watching him like he knew something that Niragi didn’t – or that he knew more about him than he should. The later was more likely, and it didn’t do anything but piss him off further. “You talk too fucking much, and you stare too fucking much too.” It didn’t help that he knew Chishiya saw right through his act, saw the heart of who he was before they both wound up wherever the fuck they were now.

He hated it; hated that someone else knew who he once was and what he’d been through. Niragi had completely reinvented himself since coming to Borderland, pushed away that kid that was bullied and picked on so badly – but all it took was one look from those damned eyes to transport him back to those days, back to that place that he hated.

Lapis Lazuli: Its deep, celestial blue remains the symbol of royalty and honor, gods and power, spirit and vision. It is a universal symbol of wisdom and truth.

“If you want me to tell you the truth, just ask.” Niragi shrugged as if it was no big deal to spill that he was a hitman for the mafia, that he regularly hurt and killed others for bosses that barely knew he was alive. He wasn’t the least bit ashamed, not even worried they would say something to the authorities. “Yes, I killed him. He had a big mouth.” And it was as simple and as complicated as that. The guy was an informant, someone that had once been a trusted ally but had taken a little bit of power and ran with it; he wanted to be the big boss, wanted to run everything, and was willing to sacrifice anyone he could to get it.

That simply wouldn’t do.

So Niragi killed him and dropped his body over the edge of a pier for the sharks.

     “Your eyes really get on my nerves. All the goddamn time. Staring like you know more than you should. Someone should pluck them out.” The words were said for what was probably the hundredth time in the course of their knowing one another, but Nigari meant it each and every time it was uttered. Still, Chishiya was the one he sought out after the Beach went up in literal and metaphorical flames. In all honesty, Chishiya’s eyes made him nervous, like a mirror that reflected his darkest sins.

Guilt.

And guilt wasn’t a feeling Niragi ever wanted to allow himself to feel.

He made himself at home on the sofa of some ridiculously run-down apartment, feet kicked up on a dusty coffee table, ever trusty sniper rifle leaning against the shoulder that wasn’t bandaged from the burns. “I should shoot you.” Grin stretched across his face, maliciously turning up the corners of his lips – but they both knew he wouldn’t. If he’d been intending to shoot Chishiya, he would have done it from the building rooftop across the street. “Or set you on fire! That shit really hurt, and if the pool hadn’t been there, I would have died.”