#saikohell

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     DID SHE REALLY? The content that the media pushed forth, the subjects presented on film, how graphic such themes were. You couldn’t help but love it, to witness tragedy unfold before your eyes as you sit peacefully on your torn up couch, you didn’t even have to move to see BLOODY HEAVEN. A sick grin forms across your features, eyes twinkle in the dim-lighting, your mood being similar to that of a playful mutt.  ❝ So then you MUST know that this is the part where you run for your life, or DIE where you’re standing! ❞ You let a girly giggle emit, right hand covering your mouth, almost like a teenage girl poking fun at a classmate.  Eyebrows furrow together, a notion being born, ❝ BUT PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW YOUR LINES! ❞ You had known your’s well, after all you’ve had years and years to master the script. But if the other didn’t know their part of the stage play, THE SHOW WOULD BE RUINED!  

     ❝ IF YOU DON’T REMEMBER THEM, they go a little like this! ❞ Your knees come together, hands meeting with pink cheeks, nails digging into your flesh, eyes rolling into the back of your head.  ❝ OH PLEASE OH PLEASE MUMMY DON’T HURT ME! OH MUMMY LET ME GO! ❞ Body snaps back to it’s original stance, your left index finger pointing at the other, and your snap you fingers together on your right hand. ❝ Did you jot that down? Or am I going to have to go over it again? ❞

Lurid  colors  flash  against  a television  screen, eyes  plastered  to  it, brows  furrowing  ever  so  slightly  behind  unruly  bangs.  There  wasn’t  much  understanding  of  the  rules  of  the  game  as  he  was  tossed  into  the  ring  hazardously.  No  time  to  even  decline  the  invitation  to  be  engrossed  in  multiple  rounds  of  Smash,  among  various  fighting  games.  Despite  the  distinct  coldness  surrounding  the  detective,  there  wasn’t  much  arrogance.  They  would  admit faults  and  admit  defeat,  albeit  the  latter  was  bitterly  and  with deceit.  But  owning  up  to  the  undeniable fact  he  could  not  hold  his  own  in  animated  combat,  was  fine.  Near  would  have  preferred  to  be  working.  That’s  all  he  seemed  to  like  to  do.  Despite  the  two  of  them  sitting  in  almost  silence  (  apart  from  the  agitating  sounds  and  music  coming  from  the  tv  )  this  was  actually  becoming  overwhelming.  Lights  and  sounds  and  rapidly  moving  images  was  a  cause  for  over  -  stimulation,  or  at  least  confusion.  He  couldn’t  even  tell  which  character  he  was!  There  were  like  eight  on  the  screen!  Finally  though,  it  ended  in  Near’s  defeat.  Saiko  was  a  nice  young  woman.  A  bit  odd  yes,  but  she  was  more  tolerable  than  many  within  the  ccg.  Maybe  that’s  why  he  stuck  with  this  for  the  past  thirty  minutes.  ❝  ...I’m  not  good  at  this.  ❞  Near  breathed.  Their  tone  wasn’t perturbed  at  all  despite  the  mild  annoyance.  Grey  eyes  glance  at  his  opponent.  She  didn’t  go  easy  on  him  did  she?  Maybe  she  knew  he’d  be  even  more  pissed  if  she  had.  ❝  This  isn’t  a  skill  I  need  or  am  interested  in  having.  You’re  well  practiced  though  Miss  Yonebayashi.  ❞  The  glance  fell  back  towards  the  tv  which  was  stuck  in  character  select.  ❝  Have  you  done  anything  productive  today?  ❞

… this is … a somewhat cruel twist of fate. NOSTALGIC, maybe. but cruel. raking his memory, he strives to recall if his patience had ever been tested in quite this way before. NO SUCH memory arises from his search, though he does remember his patience was far from perfect back then.

& patience had only worsened NOW, years later, when it had been tried by far more than unruly coworkers & stacks of paperwork. years later … & he feels as though he sits on the edge of a blade because he’s back.  IN THE STUPID FUCKING       C   C   G     —-  just because he had been weak to persuasion when that distorted kagune had erupted through the city.

back temporarily, & trying to remember how patience once weighted his muscles —- a certain individual had recognized ( or heard rumor ) that he was one of the investigators who had been butchered & branded as dead & created around the same time the QUINX squad had been.

—- BRIEFLY : he wonders if she confuses him for amon. & so he shakes his head, closing his eyes to think on patience & to ward out the vision of more stickers coming towards his skin.

‘     THIS  ——   ‘ he begins through gritted teeth.    ‘   is either a nervous habit, or  you’re unnaturally fearless. that can’t be a characteristic of a quinx. unnatural fearlessness can’t be surgically implemented. haha.   ‘

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