#burstrunner

“THANK EFFING GOD”

         “ My catsuit isn’t even made out of fur !! It’s all latex. ”

                      when everything was quiet , when the mission was complete  ---  they had stolen madarames distorted desires . things would all be okay , it was over . his foster father haod been bed ridden since he returned home , he kept saying he was sorry . was he really ? was this true remorse for his sins of greed ? did he truly , show mercy , when he should’ve shown it while his mother was dying on the floor of his home . regret seeped into his stomach , part of him had wished he’d finished him off  ---  a melt down is what he deserved . but , justice needed to be served . he needed to pay for his crimes , he needed to be locked up for the rest of his life . repent for all of his crimes , alone in a disgusting cell . 

                      as the old man reached out to touch the boy , he moved his hand away . he didn’t want to be soiled by him no longer . even when he looked at him with those saddened eyes , eyes that had seen death , but didn’t do a damn thing to prevent them . he could feel his blood boil just staring at him , as the young artist excused himself from the room . he shut the door behind him , as his back was laid against the wall . his stomach felt uneasy , as his hand rose to cover his mouth . a wave of pain over - filled his heart , as his body slid to the ground - knees close to his chest . his breath felt shaky , as tears threatened to spill out of his eyes . he could feel the vibrations of his back pocket , the phantom thieves chat seemed to be getting out of hand . for now , he ignored their calls for him . 

                      it started to drip out in waves , his brain continued to repeat madarames words  ---  words of him admitting to allowing his mothers death , words of not being shameful of allowing his pupils suicide , how he was just a brat , a pawn , a useless tool that was necessary to climb within the art world . the man he had thought akin to a father , the man he had given each day to . even when he yelled at him , even when he was physically punished , he stayed . he owed his life to him  ---  he didn’t have to take him in , yet he did , in what he thought was the goodness of his heart . he couldn’t have been more wrong , he had seen pupils come & go over the years , most couldn’t handle the strictness of the routine , even when fox had became more than accustomed to it . 

                      he couldn’t comprehend his emotions . they felt as if they weren’t his , this pain was for all those who suffered at madarames hands , his mother , his former pupils  ....  all those affected by his actions . although , the boy had gotten the worst of it all : having to see him remorse his mistakes , finally after so many years of hiding behind a facade . tears didn’t slip down his grey hues , no -- he shouldn’t cry . he should be happy , but something .. something wasn’t feeling right . one hand slipped from his face , to finally grab his cell phone from his back pocket . it felt as if it was constantly on vibration , & it must’ve been important enough to continue to try to contact the emperor . 

                      it was ryuji . for the most part , not even the phantom thieves chat -- he had bothered to actually contact him directly in a private message . he hadn’t expected him to be the caring type , the sentiment was welcomed , most definitely . his free hand rose to wipe away any extra tears that had previously threatened to spill over , taking a shaky  ---  yet deep breath . 

growling suggestions // accepting.

❛  now that you mention it… yeah, i do.  ❜  much like ryuji, she couldn’t quite place her finger on why she felt different while in the metaverse. perhaps it was how she felt much more confidant, being much more forward than normal while wearing her phantom thief costume? or perhaps it’s just how the metaverse is one’s psyche made into a physical place where they could enter at will? whatever it was, it was just an odd feeling to have.

                              “   w - woah !      sakamoto - san,        you   can   run     awfully     fast...  ”      presence is made known as the detective walks forth, eyes   blinking   in surprise. there’s   ALWAYS   the chance his being here is   unwelcomed ;      he’s   aware   of the    animosity     between them. for   “whatever”   his reasons may be. certainly, it had   “NOTHING”   to do with   "THE PHANTOM THIEVES”?     regardless, personalities clashed as antagonistic.      he found it       inconvenient.

smooches || accepting !! 

                                                    …good morning.

     THERE WAS NO BETTER FEELING THAN waking up in the arms of someone you LOVED. Ann is groggy, light shines in from the curtains that they both ( unfortunately ) forgot to close the night before. A groan is made, the blonde rubs her eyes and stretches slightly – she glances down at the still sleeping Ryuji. It would take much more than a little sunlight to wake him up ( honestly, there were times that she thought that he could sleep though ANYTHING, it was actually quite impressive. )

     Ann does not wake him yet, she lets out a soft exhale – fingers move to delicately run through his hair. Her touch is soft, it’s gentle, while they tend to BICKER while in front of the others, when they’re alone it’s much softer, aimless bickering is exchanged for warm embraces and kisses ( or at least, most of the time. ) But that’s just how they are — the bickering will never REALLY go away. But that doesn’t mean they don’t love each other, because they do.

     Glancing over to the clock on the nightstand she decides it’s about time to finally wake him up. Some mornings are met with a pillow to the face ( by whoever wakes up first, which inevitably turns into a pillow fight that goes on MUCH LONGER than it really should ) other mornings are met with a kiss —- and that would be how THIS morning would begin. Ann takes a moment to push back any stray hairs in her face before she leans down towards her sleeping boyfriend. 

     Cheeks grow red —- they always do, her cheeks still get just as red as they did the first time they kissed. ( It was awkward and sloppy, she doesn’t like to talk about it but it’s still a fond memory for her. ) She finally places her lips on his, a hand moving to cup his cheek, it takes a few moments before he finally wakes up but when he did he puts his arms around her and kisses her back. Her heart still flutters when she kisses him, it’s embarrassing so she won’t tell him but it does.