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Not in a dream.
[He lets those words hang for a moment before he continues.]
I don't want to kill you.
In fact, I want to know you. Then again, sometimes, I think I know you better than anyone, already...
[His gaze hasn't dropped from Akechi's.]
Aren't you tired of no one knowing the truth?
I know how lonely that is.
[He lets those words hang for a moment before he continues.]
I don't want to kill you.
In fact, I want to know you. Then again, sometimes, I think I know you better than anyone, already...
[His gaze hasn't dropped from Akechi's.]
Aren't you tired of no one knowing the truth?
I know how lonely that is.
[I don't want to kill you slices through his chest and-
I want to know you and I think I know you better than anyone twist, twist, twist a knife deep into his gut and-
He hates Eren.
It's two warm hands pressed against his in crowded clinic halls, it's a a friend-
Someone that was a friend. A person who could have been a friend. A guy who played pretend with him like they were friends as they whispered in jazz cafes and drank coffee by flickering vending machines and-
It's irrelevant. It always is. It's meaningless. It always is. It's pointless. It always is. He hates Eren. He hates Aubrey. He hates Joker.
A nobody who thinks there's a secret to worming into his mind - that he knows something. Boy turned god pretending to wield all the powers behind that.
He can't talk, for a moment. Words in his throat, retorts on his lips and bitter barbs swallowed.
All he does is smile - saccharine and soft.]
I am who I am, Eren. Why would I ever be lonely, when I find myself surrounded by so many here?
[It aches, it burns, it rebels and it rages.]
No, not in the slightest.
I want to know you and I think I know you better than anyone twist, twist, twist a knife deep into his gut and-
He hates Eren.
It's two warm hands pressed against his in crowded clinic halls, it's a a friend-
Someone that was a friend. A person who could have been a friend. A guy who played pretend with him like they were friends as they whispered in jazz cafes and drank coffee by flickering vending machines and-
It's irrelevant. It always is. It's meaningless. It always is. It's pointless. It always is. He hates Eren. He hates Aubrey. He hates Joker.
A nobody who thinks there's a secret to worming into his mind - that he knows something. Boy turned god pretending to wield all the powers behind that.
He can't talk, for a moment. Words in his throat, retorts on his lips and bitter barbs swallowed.
All he does is smile - saccharine and soft.]
I am who I am, Eren. Why would I ever be lonely, when I find myself surrounded by so many here?
[It aches, it burns, it rebels and it rages.]
No, not in the slightest.
Yeah...
[Eren sighs. He pushes himself up to stand. His clothes are soaked with blood from the waist down, the end of his long black coat still swishing around in the waves.]
You know everything now. There's nothing you can say that would scare me.
[He turns to face Akechi; extends a hand, slowly dripping red tar into the rancid sea.]
It's getting tiring pretending we won't end up friends. I know what you are.
Call it what it is, then. [Because he knows - he knows - how lonely that feels.]
[Eren sighs. He pushes himself up to stand. His clothes are soaked with blood from the waist down, the end of his long black coat still swishing around in the waves.]
You know everything now. There's nothing you can say that would scare me.
[He turns to face Akechi; extends a hand, slowly dripping red tar into the rancid sea.]
It's getting tiring pretending we won't end up friends. I know what you are.
Call it what it is, then. [Because he knows - he knows - how lonely that feels.]
[It echoes.
Eren doesn't know a goddamn thing. Can't possibly fathom a single thought that goes through his head, the goals that drive him, the dreams that bury and bruise and rip him apart and-
The presumption infuriates him. Makes him want to slap that blood coated hand away and push him into the depths of rot where he belongs.
But-
A hand grasps Eren's before he registers any movement in his body. A fleeting thought to blame it on the dream. A subconscious push forced him into doing it. There's no other reason for it.]
I'm not opposed to being friends - we're close enough by now, aren't we? It seems like a logical next step.
[Lying to ants or gods, it's all the same. The label doesn't matter, when it's the result he wants and Eren-
Blood tinted Eren, world destroyer Eren-
Is a good ally to have.]
Eren doesn't know a goddamn thing. Can't possibly fathom a single thought that goes through his head, the goals that drive him, the dreams that bury and bruise and rip him apart and-
The presumption infuriates him. Makes him want to slap that blood coated hand away and push him into the depths of rot where he belongs.
But-
A hand grasps Eren's before he registers any movement in his body. A fleeting thought to blame it on the dream. A subconscious push forced him into doing it. There's no other reason for it.]
I'm not opposed to being friends - we're close enough by now, aren't we? It seems like a logical next step.
[Lying to ants or gods, it's all the same. The label doesn't matter, when it's the result he wants and Eren-
Blood tinted Eren, world destroyer Eren-
Is a good ally to have.]
[Red registers, like it always does and-
Then a blanket half drawn over his body, a cold floor against his back.
And he's awake with a hand coated in frigid damp sweat instead of splatter from a friend's bullet wound, from an ocean of blood.
He doesn't call Eren. Doesn't text. Doesn't say a goddamn thing at all.]
Then a blanket half drawn over his body, a cold floor against his back.
And he's awake with a hand coated in frigid damp sweat instead of splatter from a friend's bullet wound, from an ocean of blood.
He doesn't call Eren. Doesn't text. Doesn't say a goddamn thing at all.]
[You know who was content to ignore the entire goddamn ordeal? This guy. The dream should have dissipated upon awakening - that's how normal ones work. Eren isn't the type to keep a shitty dream journal by his bed to reflect and-
Of course he would remember. Would take it seriously. Would think Akechi Goro was seated in a ocean of blood with him.
He doesn't answer immediately. The message sits for at least an hour before he settles on a response.]
Did you bump your head? I don't know what's made such a change of heart happen, but I won't deny it's a pleasant surprise.
However, I don't plan to argue with you. That's not my intent. I'm only concerned about your sudden shift in attitude.
Of course he would remember. Would take it seriously. Would think Akechi Goro was seated in a ocean of blood with him.
He doesn't answer immediately. The message sits for at least an hour before he settles on a response.]
Did you bump your head? I don't know what's made such a change of heart happen, but I won't deny it's a pleasant surprise.
However, I don't plan to argue with you. That's not my intent. I'm only concerned about your sudden shift in attitude.
[Darling?
The intrusive thoughts are winning. The next text taking an exceptional amount of time to come through.
With Eren this adamant, a tenacious attitude present even on the most minor issues, he needs to change tactics.]
No, I don't remember. It's quite a blur and I often find myself unable to recall details of my dreams.
Though again, I don't mind the shift the attitude. If a friend is requesting I support their business, who am I to deny such a thing.
The intrusive thoughts are winning. The next text taking an exceptional amount of time to come through.
With Eren this adamant, a tenacious attitude present even on the most minor issues, he needs to change tactics.]
No, I don't remember. It's quite a blur and I often find myself unable to recall details of my dreams.
Though again, I don't mind the shift the attitude. If a friend is requesting I support their business, who am I to deny such a thing.
[Every slung insult annoys the shit out of him - his fingers on the keyboard a savior, since he can't bark out an instant retort. Someone this adamant and resolute in his view - Eren never ceases to surprise him. He hates him. ]
You're speaking with a lot of confidence.
Would you really want someone to remember such a private matter? I would think you'd be grateful for my lapse in memory.
You're speaking with a lot of confidence.
Would you really want someone to remember such a private matter? I would think you'd be grateful for my lapse in memory.
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