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When the spin of the chair comes to a halt Hifumi is facing Jakurai once more, head tilted to the side as blond flops over his face to vaguely cover up the black stains of smudged eyeliner yet to be washed off — there wasn’t time. Running themselves ragged in preparation for their Battle coming soon...

...And none worked harder than Jakurai, who had lead them to victory once already.

THERE’S A FALTER / if you looked hard enough you might see under that halo, no more bright lights shading all that yellow rose / no more champagne - shots topped up or that Hennessey on his breath /  ¥123,456,789  for a taste of him all yours for the night — he stares at Jakurai, watches him rub at those eyes, bites his lip... then perks up; I can’t fix it, but I can smile! ( Recalled arguments; The Doctor works so hard for us, stop being a nuisance to him! )

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            “ Jakurai, ”

    SNAPPED LIKE LEAVES ‘NEATH BOOTS, ( RED EYED, EVERY BREATH A HICCUP BETWEEN STOLEN WORDS ) Hifumi, Hifumin, HE ( for everything he is still now, guts spilt on the stage ) bent - knee and desperate. HE’S ON HIS KNEES NOW, TOO, IN FRONT OF JAKURAI who sits calmly in his chair, staring down at his small form as it trembles like a fucking glacier splitting away from it’s mass.

    Me, MYSELF, I, I, I, I, I, I DON’T WANT TO TELL YOU —

    LIKE HE THOUGHT HE COULD KEEP IT SEPARETE, how he compartmentalises his reactions ( KITTEN, KILLING, CAUGHT, COFFIN ) into separate sections of his mind, hands clasped TIGHT around each word chosen perfect per persona; LIKE SACCHARINE SWEET, fizzing on his tongue like champagne — but it’s cheap and tastes like sick now, back up through his throat as his arms curl into themselves pulled tight around his shaking form. The suit crinkles.

    Like chipped armour; what could it protect?

    HE FUCKED IT UP, HE FUCKED IT UP, is he going to kick him out? Make him leave? Could he stand to lose another place he belonged? — COULD HE STOMACH OPENING UP LIKE THAT? 

SHE'S GOT A HARSH MOUTH ON HER but it ran in the family; for every bite of cruelty and loving insult she paid him tenfold in love at it's purest, love at it's most do or die, love at the heart of a family even if the family's a little broken, a little fucked up. Samatoki waited obediently for her to greet him as he always did, and despite having waited grumbles at her —  a strong exterior begets respect, and inside he fears... were he to crumble, could he protect her any more?

" Yeah?! You try goin' out when it's rainin' like that and see if you come back smellin' like roses! " But here his violence comes tinged with softness;  Samatoki yells, but Samatoki smiles, Samatoki reaches out a hand to ruffle her hair before crouching down to greet the beast twining it's way around her ankles — an outstretched hand earns a bump or two, and then it's through, hopping up onto the counter to trifle through their groceries. It's got it's head in the bag biting at packets of wet food in seconds flat. " You do okay while I was out? No fuckers come knockin'? " He asks, as he always does — like he feared his underground lifestyle might bleed into his life now. Like he feared more than he'd care to admit. Like he was David and Goliath, all fear and brute strength.