#lacydoesherbest

Annshiho - Two Voices, One song

No More What Ifs - c!Quackity, observing who you are, and observing how you change.

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“Well…” Ren starts, even though no more than half an hour ago he punched Akechi in the face, “I… have Phantom Thief money.” It feels lame in his mouth and so he stops himself there, even though this does not convey nearly the amount of information it needs to. This is backed up when Akechi just stares at him blankly. “… Which is not Detective Prince money,” He continues, “But… might buy something better than a… questionably clean hotel.” Akechi snarls a laugh. “I don’t need your handouts.” “I mean—” Ren rushes, and it’s so pathetic how his protective anger has abandoned him to his vulnerable desperation, “It’s not a handout if I’m there too.” Akechi blinks at him, then plants his face in his hands. “Oh dear God no.”

Ren looks up in time to see Akechi outside the train window before he departs from Tokyo. After missing his train to catch up with him, and with Akechi having nowhere to go in light of his miraculous resurrection, it's only logical and ergonomic they share a hotel room for a night. Or two.

The door cracks open, then shut. He hears Amamiya toe off his shoes. From inside the bathroom Morgana instantly begins yelling, “Ren! Ren, run!” Before Amamiya can react or flee, Akechi springs from the hallway closet, knocking plastic clothes hangers to the floor behind him. He wraps the hand towel around Amamiya’s neck, relying on the deadweight of his body rather than actual strength to wrestle him downwards, yanking his head back. Amamiya jolts, startled, but strangely doesn’t seem to panic. His hands fly to try and free his airway, knees buckling as he bends backwards in a way that makes Akechi’s back— after his night on the floor— almost ache in sympathy. All Amamiya chokes out is, “Hi.” “You are going to take me to Maruki. Now,” Akechi demands.

The glass of the Rage Vial was thin and delicate, like sugar glass: if Akechi wasn’t careful and applied a bit too much pressure, it could very well shatter all over his hand. This was purposeful, as it was easier to throw a potion on an enemy than force the concoction down their throat. If Joker refused to comply, he might have to do just that. Joker came closer, as if to confirm what he was seeing. His eyes flitted up to Akechi’s beneath his mask, not even needing to vocalize his ‘why?’ “It’s like you said,” Akechi explained, “we don’t want to leave anything unresolved, do we?”

In a final ditch attempt to prolong the inevitable, Ren challenges Akechi to a rematch on his last night alive. Unfortunately for him, Akechi has a surprise planned to level the playing field and set the score straight, once and for all.