#fruit-chan

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I feel as if it's really eto and the outer body ( the One that got sliced is an experiment ) the man beside her talk's about round two which mean that she's gonna start attacking with her real body using her kakuja and paralleling her attack in the anteiku raid

So this is some type of monster mixed/made from their bodies

You have made my entire Fruit-stanning life worthwhile. 

- Furuta initially smirks, because he knows his S/O can handle themself.

- And then, two seconds later, he is raving mad. So he probably pouts off by himself and stomps his feet and sends angry text messages to Ui Koori, who never wanted to know any of this.

- At five seconds, he shuffles over to the flirty offender, drink in hand (preferably something that stains). He throws his arm around his S/O, flinging liquid onto the offender.

- “I’m so sorry. You didn’t get any on you, did you?” He smiles at his S/O, giving them his undivided attention.

- They tell him their fine and roll their eyes just enough that he knows they know. Then, because they’re better than him, they help the flirter clean up, while Fruit watches and fumes.

- “I love you, I love you, please love me back,” Furuta whines once he realizes they’re actually pissed, as they drag him home. 

- His S/O counters with a reminder that they’re sure he’ll show them how much once they arrive home. Which, of course, is exactly what Fruit planned on. 

*Clutches my heart and my soul.*

Furuta has good word that Urie and Kuriowa will be appearing in his office tomorrow. Rio and Roma will be ready, and so shall he.

But tonight, sleep.

If all goes well, this will be his last sleep.

Furuta snuggles into bed, clutching the rubber ducky Tsubaki gave him “for good luck” before he left the garden. He curls up in a fetal position and drifts asleep. He dreams Tsuneyoshi recognizes him, and when he awakens at 3 am, for some reason he’s crying.

“Soutaaaaaaaaa,” whispers a voice.

“What?” Furuta shrieks and bolts upright.

“Bro!” His little sister - tonight of all nights - tackles him. “Souta.” 

“I’m Kichimura now,” he protests. 

“No, you’re still Souta to me. And to yourself.” Tsubaki snuggles beside him. “I need you.” 

“You’re strong enough.”

“Am I?” Tsubaki’s eyes widen. “But you’re going to leave me. I don’t want you to die.”

Furuta squirms. “I’m not gonna die, kid. I’m Director of the CCG. I’ve got plenty of guards.”

“You want to die,” she accuses. “Don’t deny it! I’ve heard all your stupid plans with your clowny friends.”

“No you haven’t!” Furuta gasps.

“You taught me how to spy on people. Please.” Tsubaki starts crying. “I love you. I don’t want you to die. I didn’t have a father or a mother. I need my brother.”

“Tsubaki, everything will be okay.” If you die, you can be cured, you know. 

“Not if you die.” Tsubaki pokes his nose. “I don’t want you to hurt people. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Or incite people to hurt yourself, which is your plan. I want you to be happy.” Her voice cracks. “Why can’t I make you happy?”

Furuta looks stricken. “I …”

“Don’t lie, for once, Souta!” Tsubaki wails. “You think you’re all alone, but I don’t want you to be! I will care if you die. I love you.”

“Dad didn’t! Dad didn’t even recognize me!” Furuta yells back. A tear slips down his cheek, and he rubs it away.

“I’m not Dad!” Tsubaki shakes him. “Not everyone is Dad. Not everyone will hurt you. If you go, right now, to CCG and bow down and say I am a ghoul, the world needs help, I promise you many will curse you, but many more will help you. You could have been friends with almost all of them. You still can.” 

Furuta narrows his eyes. “You stole that from somewhere.”

“Crime and Punishment,” she admits glibly. “But I’m your Sonja.”

“Tsubaki, Raskalnikov marries Sonja.”

His sister rolls her eyes. “Because she loves him. And he loves her. I love you, and you love me, although we have familial instead of sexual love.”

“You’re to young to know about sex!” Furuta shouts.

“Souta-chan, I read a lot.” Tsubaki nods. “You have to stay alive, or I’ll read all the worst things.” 

“You will whether I die or not, and you know it.” Furuta pouts.

“Don’t die,” she pleads, crying again.

She wraps her arms around him, and Furuta allows himself, for one moment, to feel recognized. To feel loved. 

Holy shit. 

He’s done too much. He’s broken. He’s so broken. There is only death for him. 

There’s only death for everyone, right? Furuta squeezes his arms around her and begins to cry. “What am I gonna do?”

“Hug me,” she responds.

It’s a start.