#8bithope

"Sollux-kun I put my games in here....... It is... a backpack...."

Lion knocked firmly at the door of the apartment below, and waited patiently for its sleepy resident to answer.

“Pardon me, good afternoon! It’s me, Ushiromiya Lion, I live just above you... I’m afraid I started baking before checking to see what ingredients I had, and now I’ve run out. Would you mind sharing a little sugar? Of course you can have some of the cookies when they’re done...”

Shannon skipped and floated to the cafe where they would meet, 20 minutes ahead of schedule, lingering, waiting. Why, she must look like any other young girl in the world, fluttering about like that. How long it had been.

Nanami was punctual. She couldn’t have possibly asked for more.

She waved, she brightened. “Good afternoon...! Have you been well?” So much had happened--too much, maybe--she could hardly remember. It didn’t matter. They were here.

Like a typical child, he had his hands on the glass. Were his stepfather here, he would have told him to take his grimy mitts off, else face terrible retribution, but he wasn’t here right now. This left him to be agog as much as he wanted.

He was oblivious to the rest of the world, including the girl standing next to him.

TO: Nanami Chiaki | FROM: Komaeda Nagito

[txt] Nanami-san? Hello...?

[txt] It’s been several weeks without a word from you...

It wasn’t impossible that this was the girl herself, of course, having fallen asleep--as she tended to--without any more thought in the world than that. But in a city like this, even someone who looked and thought and dressed and acted just like Nanami Chiaki could, by this point, be a perfect imposter.

Right?

So it wasn’t like Beatrice was wrong to ask. It could be someone else entirely, wearing Nanami’s face and hair and name. In that case, perhaps Nanami herself was wearing someone else’s face and hair and name, too.

Just like you, right?

“Let’s see,” she said, tapping her fingers thoughtfully on alternate elbows, “if you can prove to me that you’re her. Tell me, do you remember where we first met? What you did? What I did...? Come, come. Try and remember.”

Family

The closest to family Kamukura has ever known are the surgeons that understand the workings of their mind better than anyone else and the mentors that molded it into what they needed it to accomplish. They were raised and fed by people with good intentions but intentions are usually just that and when treated as something separate from human by those who created them, family is never a word that comes to mind.

Friendship

It’s considered worthless to them, but also isn’t thought of negatively. It’s as worthless as lined paper drenched in water is; it’s never convenient because it isn’t useable but it also isn’t something you’d show disgust in. It’s just insignificant. Kamukura lives in nothing less than ultimates and in the grand scheme of things, friendship will get them nowhere.

Honesty

They’re almost always honest because there’s no reason not to be. Their bluntness is often mistaken for animosity when in actuality they just have no problem with telling someone they’re better off dead without feeling guilt; it’s only the truth in their eyes and if someone is bothered by it then the problem lies in the other person, not them. However, if they describe how that person should die in detail, then their intentions aren’t at all innocuous. The longer and more unnecessary the statement, the more likely it is that they aren’t fond of the person.

Pride

Kamukura’s strong beliefs and faith in their talent is another thing that can easily be seen as something it isn’t: pride. By definition, pride is “a deep pleasure or satisfaction derived from one’s own achievements” and often people will refuse to carry out a task or say something in order to keep that pride. Kamukura refuses to step outside of their own ideology only because they have nothing else to support their weight & what they believe has always set them right; not only that, but they are supposed to know more than anyone else, so they have no reason to doubt that.

Failure