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the door opened. a bag hit the floor.

“delivery,” chiaki chirped.

the bag was starting to spill over onto the floor, several of the books cascading out and landing with a light thump. she’d done her best to find the manga he’d asked for, but with so many places burned down or otherwise made inaccessible, much of what she’d grabbed was just... a guess at what his tastes might be.

their arrangement was a fairly simple one. she took requests from acquaintances when she went out on her supply runs; anything they wanted, they’d let her know, and if she came across it, she’d bring it back for them. in exchange, they’d do something for her.

matsuda was notably prickly, and nobody really trusted him. for that reason, he didn’t really get out very much. future foundation made it a point to keep him cooped up inside as much as possible.

chiaki sat down at the table. she looked like she’d been through some rough times, her face scratched up and her wrist bound in a cast. but even so, she gazed levelly, even shrewdly, at matsuda.

“let’s talk.”

          SHE   DIDN’T   REALLY   KNOW      how   long   it   had   been   since   monaca   disappeared .      a   year ?      maybe   less ?      time   felt   impossible .      had   dragged   on        ⁠—      stuck   in   towa   city   without   much   to   do   other   than   hide   from   the   adults   now   seeking   revenge .      that   is ,      until   they   were   cornered   by   future   foundation       ⁠—      the   remaining   warriors   of   hope   shipped   off   to   some   foreign   island   with   a   group   of   adults   who   were   apparently   also   deemed   dangerous   or   something   like    that .      didn’t   have   much   information .     nobody   seemed   to   want   to   give   it   to   her .      so   overly   secretive .

          so   when   the   ship   finally   docked   &&   she   was   escorted   off   with   the   others ,      only   to   be   left   at   the   edge   of   the   island   village ,      she   didn’t   know   what   she   was   supposed    to   do .      first   instinct   was   to   stay   hidden   &&   scout   out   the   place   for   somewhere   safe   to   hide   herself .      so   that   was   what   she   did .      tried   to   stay   away   from   the   adults   scattered   throughout   the   island .      or   at   least ,      avoided   them   until   she   saw   a   FAMILIAR   FACE .

         sure ,      he’s   an   adult ,      but   time   spent   with   him   before   meant   that   at   least   the   remnants   of   trust   remained .      had   been   a   good   person   before ,      so   maybe   he   still   was .      maybe   he’d   at   least   help   tell   her   where   to   go   since   he’d   been   there   longer ,      even   if   he   didn’t   remember   her .      (      because   why   would   he ?      it   wasn’t   like   he   seemed   to   care   that   she   was   super   cute   even   when   they’d   met   the   last   time ,      &&   why   else   would   he   care   about   some   random   kid ,      even   if   she   DID   also   know   junko ?      )

[REVERSE!] [ straddle ] your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them

meme :       [ straddle ]      your   muse   forcing   mine   to   the   ground   and   straddling   them .      (      reversed !      )

          SHE’D   WAIT   UNTIL   THEY      were   alone   in   his   lab .      late   enough   in   the   day   that   nobody   else   should   be   seeking   him   out .      most   of   the   school   already   deserted   anyways       —      students   headed   off   either   to   their   dorms   or   the   more   recreational   venues   on   campus .      left   them   more   or   less   alone   in   the   lab .

          she’d   watch   as   he   cleaned   up .      idly   scanning   the   room ,      as   if   she   hadn’t   been   there   hundreds   of   times   before .      waited   for   him   to   finish   before ,      as   he   approached   her ,      she’d   make   her   move       —      a   quick   elbow   jab   to   his   solar   plexus .      hard   enough   to   knock   the   air   out   of   his   lungs   but   not   BREAK   anything   or   cause   serious   damage .      heard   the   dull   thud   as   he   fell   back   to   the   floor ,      gasping .

   “Pathetic creature,” Gundham snarls down at the man currently face down in the dirt before him. 

   Apparently this one is important. Something about him actually mattering or creating the Wraith. Gundham doesn’t always pay attention on the rare occasions when the Remnants meet. Much of it feels beneath him, the former breeder ignoring much of what comes out of his fellow Remnants’ mouths. They are all disgusting, insignificant humans that do not deserve his interest. Only his goddess matters, and this one appears to have her affections.

   He can’t see why. He sees no greatness in this thing writhing before him. He just sees another broken human, barely holding onto life. Another thing to turn into terrifying bloody pieces. How he loathes the anger the sight of this creature creates. It shouldn’t make him furious. The thing is so wretched.

    He strides closer, giving a lazy kick to roll the man onto his back. Gundham then places a heavy boot right onto the center of his chest. He leans forwards, pressing his weight down onto his sternum.

H-HEWWO??? REDEEMED JUNKO???

          SHE’D   NEVER   BEEN   to   this   part   of   the   school   before .      was   rarely   actually   inside   any   of   the   high   school’s   buildings .      wasn’t   at   all   before   she   met   junko .      so   when   junko   left   her   there   in   a   stark ,      white   room   with   the   man   who’d   looked   after   her   &&   her   classmates   a   few   times   before ,      she   was   still   left   apprehensive .      

          it   wasn’t   that   she   didn’t   trust   junko ,      of   course !      that   COULDN’T   be   it .      junko   was   the   one   who   saved   her .      there   was   no   way   she’d   just   leave   her   with   some   guy   she   thought   would   try   to   hurt   her .      but   what   if   he   was   a   demon ?      he   looked   older .      he   wasn’t   an   adult ,      was   he ?      &&   sure ,      he   seemed   okay ,      but   all   the   other   demons   who’d   hurt   her   seemed   okay   at   first ,      too .

          before   it   wasn’t   as   big   a   deal .      the   others   were   always   around ,      after   all ,      but   tonight   was   the   EXCEPTION .      tonight ,      the   others   were   busy   with   other   stuff ,      &&   that   left   kotoko   here   alone .      flinched   slightly   as   the   door   closed   behind   her      —      signaling   junko’s   departure ,      pink   eyes   left   fixed   on   matsuda       —      standing   there   beside   his   desk .      didn’t   look   like   he   was   too   happy   with   the   arrangement ,      either .      left   kotoko   uncertain   of   whether   or   not   she   should   be   relieved .

          not   that   she   wanted   to   let   him   see   her   uncertainty .      pulled   herself   back   out   of   darker   thought       —      gaze   flickering   across   the   room .      “      is   this   place   a   hospital ?      ”      it   was   the   first   thing   she   thought   of   upon   seeing   it .      after   all ,      there   were   cots   &&   strange   instruments   &&   machines   all   over   the   place       —      a   strange   heap   of   flesh   sitting   in   a   metal   tray   on   the   desk   he   had   been   at .      studied   the   shape   for   a   long   moment   before   a   soft   gasp   escaped   her   lips .      “      is   that   a   BRAIN ?      are   you   a   real - life   brain   surgeon ?      whose   brain   is   that ?      are   you   fixing   it   for   them ?      ” 

               RED NAILS MANIFEST OUT OF THIN AIR, wrapping themselves around his frame like they’ve done thousands of times before. they sit there naturally. soo perfectly--- like a puzzle piece completing the bigger picture, like it isn’t a dead girl’s ghost wrapping her arms around his chest--- BUT NO NEED TO SWEAT THE DETAILS.  despite her honeyed voice , don’t be deceived, she’s still the same girl who you betrayed, really ! you didn’t even understand the plot properly! this kind of development is totally USELESS ! UNESSCARY ! DISGUSTING !  a familiar urge to destroy him rests underneath her saccharine tone & cerulean eyes that calculate the perfect way to throw him off balance, before breaking his fragile state of mind for good.  ❝  neee, matsudakun~ you’re tired, aren’t you?  ❞  There she’s giving you a hint. better appreciate it, isn’t she so generous? & dead---  She places one of her well-manicured hands around his neck; simply resting it there.   ❝    Did you miss me? hah ! you totally did, didn’t you?  Geeeez, talk about tactless though...I mean THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS HAVE SOME DECEANCY~   ❞  & this is where the acrylics start digging. digging into his flesh. piercing his skin hard enough to leave marks, but not quite to draw blood yet.  //    no, no, no, no... for now, she’ll take things slow, you can never rush these types of things anyway~ his despair is one she’ll carve out with the most meticulously precise & drawn out of intent.   ❝  You can’t just steal the main show & ruin the whole plot. that totalllllly puts a damper on the mastermind’s evil backstory--- learn some manners why don’t you? this feels like a cheap cop-out. Everyone knows when you die: YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO STAY DEAD !  really~, how cruel of you...  ❞   & this is when the nails start plunging into his skin, drawing blood. lips just inches away from his ears: she wants you to listen to this veeery carefully after all. --- WATCH HER UP THE DRAMATICS JUUUUUUST A SMIDGE. 

[ relationship meme // accepting ]

i would absolutely be down for it if things swing that way– matsuda would have to soften up a bit, but chiaki’s pretty good at softening people. they’re definitely more the type to just constantly bicker (more on his end than her end, she probably just Ignores his comments for the most part) than outwardly seem like friends at first, but chiaki… understands that matsuda is such an Asshole likely because he was pushed into it by enoshima, so she’s more forgiving than others.