#multavia

ㅤ ㅤIf the alley was a place where time didn't pass, outside the hours flew by at an incredible speed. There hasn't been a single moment of rest since then, old memories added to her curiosity leading her to walk all over the town. Still peaceful and bucolic, with occasional changes in the landscape, it was the same Morioh that was taken from her years ago — but safe again, thanks to her friend's efforts. They also received a share of her attention, of course. The fear of not being accepted on her own terms remained hidden behind sweet smiles and attentive looks, and fortunately that did not have many opportunities to appear. It seemed like everyone kind of considered it fair after all, which was enough to calm her still restless heart. The truth was, she couldn't be completely serene until she found Josuke. Even knowing the places where he used to be, a respectful distance was maintained. Although she couldn't change her own nature, she could at least avoid doing ghostly things, and that included not sneaking around the corners. The town size and the same group of friends guaranteed an eventual meeting, faster than she would have liked, but with the fulfillment of a promise: their picnic. It would be the ideal situation to tell him the news, so she should prepare herself accordingly.

crime related ask meme. accepting!

    in all of his years of practice, he had never met someone so willing to listen to him—to see for himself the things that captivated the doctor’s interest beyond a morbid pastime. secco understood. salvatore could deduce as much just by looking at that smile. a sight that could’ve been considered disturbing or even terrifying, was cherished by the doctor as it brought him hope, hope of sharing his philosophy & make someone see the beauty that could be found even as the life faded away from a person’s eyes. decomposing flesh, infested by maggots, eating away until all that was left was bone—even that thing the other feared the most, rotting, could be beautiful.

  “—good… good…good, good, good, goodgoodgoodgood…!” what started with words being muttered under his breath, picked up speed & volume as he curled fingers around secco’s lithe form. salvatore felt joyful, euphoric even! his heart beating so fast, he might need of a doctor if it continued. he shook the other in place before pulling him back, pressed against him. salvatore held him as if his life depended on it, uncaring of arms that were adding pressure to his neck. his eyes could no longer look at the screen, for his vision was blurry & mind hazy. lips quivered as he speaks. “you can become my assistant… i will teach you the basics… no one has to interfere if they think of you as a nurse…you only have to… hold the camera &… record. record it all. record their deaths!”

“   a   nurse   ? “     that   was   a   image   ...    a   spark   of   laughter   ignites   within   his   chest   ,   bubbling   to   the   surface   ;   ignoring   how   the   doctors   hold   ,   pulls   at   his   stitches   -   wounds   ,   yet   to   even   begin   to   close   ,   to   heal.    he   felt   far   too   good   !   to   even   care      -   excited   even   ,   the   footage   …   the   ideas   the   doctor   spoke   of   ,   filling   him   with..   exhilaration.   something   he’d   been   unable   to   feel   in   …   so   long.      as   thought,   he   was   finally   starting   to   live   –   the   life   he’d   been   fighting   to   keep  from  rotting   away   before  his  eyes.      his   body   has   been   as   useless   as   lungs   full   of   holes   –   salvatore   ,   had   stitched   them   up   ,   given   him   fresh   air   to   finally   breath.      secco   leans   into   the   embrace   –   body   still   shuddering   with   laughter   .      a   nurse   ,   a   nurse   …   yes   ,   what   a   good   idea   !   he   knew   his   way   around   a   hospital   …   some   of   the   ,   instruments   …  maybe  not  the  proper  uses ..      yes   ..   he   could   fit   in   nicely.   if   salvatore   just   wanted   him   to   hand   over   tools   –   to   film   ,   that   –   that   was   something   he   could   do..   

           ❝ you’re not skipping, are you. ❞ 

he  was  sick  –  he  was  sick  and  they  hadn’t  wanted  to  help  him.    they  were  going  to  let  him  rot  ,  suffer  without  the  treatment  he  begged  for.  they’d  shown  him  no  mercy.    they  were  liars,      surgery  was  what  he  needed  –  he  felt  so  much  better  now.        secco  came  to  ,  hospital  fluorescence’s  blinding  sensitive  eyes  ,  lingering  scent  of  antiseptic  invading  his  senses  –  the  pull  of  fresh  sutures  on  tender  flesh.  the  sensations  were  welcoming,  calming.    he’d  been  fixed  ,  that  sickness  plaguing  him  removed.  finally,  finally  shown  mercy  and  the  hands  of  that  kind  doctor  -    the  pain  ,  and  been  overshadowed  by  his  relief.    and  he  was  so  so  so  grateful.

     that… seemed like okuyasu’s attempt to diminishing josuke’s concern, but it was to no avail. if anything, his comment about ‘a little scrap’ caused an eyebrow to raise in question. just what the hell had he got himself into now? & to brush it off as if it was nothing…it made him wonder if there was more to it than the other was letting on.

     “—you do sound kinda zoned out.” he comments, adding emphasize to show that he did believe that part. as for the rest, it’d bother him to leave it at that. if there was something that was troubling okuyasu, then josuke wanted to be the first to find out.

     just as if to try to confirm his suspicious, he gets a little closer & pokes at the bruise that caused him to flinch. if it was really nothing, then it shouldn’t be that big of a deal, right? plus, he could always use the excuse of trying to heal him if it end up hurting much. “so, what exactly did i miss yesterday?”

    “Ow! Hey!”

Exclamation when the injury is poked, he flinches away from the tough. It’s fresh, still tender and the contact was enough to remind him of that. Oops..busted. Maybe it IS a bit worse than he’s trying to play off {of course Josuke of all people would see through him}, but Okuyasu considers himself a pretty tough guy. There’s no reason to be a bother. It’ll heal up eventually and until then he’ll just have to try and be careful not to do more damage. He carefully rubs the tender spot, but the question has his mood changing INSTANTLY, grin on his face, excited to share the story. {though it’s probably not as exciting as he thinks it is}.

     “Okay so, some were saying some rude shit, ya’ know?” He starts. {Leaving out the fact that it MIGHT’VE been directed at him and MAYBE he’d been in a rough mood to begin with}. They really thought they were tough too, but you know NO ONE’S a match for me.” he’s got a proud stance, fists up as if imitating the fight he’d gotten himself into, but his injury is bothering him so it doesn’t last too long.

   He puts his arm on Josuke’s shoulder, leaning casually. “It didn’t last too long, and I’ll give it to them, they were pretty tough, but I took them down no problem. But I gotta say, if you were there, it would’ve been way more fun.” What can he say? He’s gotten used to fighting with the other at his side.