Weaklings aren't worth his time and he's given more of that priceless, flickering, waning part of himself to Maruki than any other human being in his life.
The pieces connect and-
He's proud of him and
hates him visceral unrelenting hate that coats every memory together. Contorts. Breaks. Shatters.
Every mundane moment, breaks of laughter, teasing, discussions that rewired old views and solidified new ones
pressed deep into his heart - folded inside and protected with poison tipped barbs and spooling unrelenting wire
because he hadn't lied. Maruki will be with him when he kills Shido. Maruki will be with him with that steel coated gaze fixed on an enemy. Earlier flickering emotions the denoting victory because an image was shattered. One that never existed. Maruki gets it. Maruki will
After he talks. Final words. Final statements. Because Maruki has always given, afforded, allowed Akechi Goro to speak freely in the dimly lit cafe - not a cafe, a dimly lit kitchen. He let Akechi Goro stand by his side - listened, learned, trained, consumed every piece of knowledge Akechi doled out and offered his own words in turn.
Akechi remembers the day he realized Maruki was a liar and-
Remembers the moment when those truths escaped in exasperated mumbles, stern looks from doorways after late night texts, overextended stays at the bathhouse and battles of will in a cafe.
'Masayoshi Shido stole it' because the world is his and everyone is a pawn with a purpose. It is Shido's research because Maruki exists to serve and it's-
Another reason to pull him into the rot - Maruki, Akechi, Shido, the cabal and every single disgusting member of that inner circle.
No verbal confirmation - smiles of a distorted prince. Wild, manic gaze that follows strings of bright light across Maruki's face.
Maruki, hit by a car in front of Rumi, maybe. Poetic - she wouldn't even stop to call 119. What a shame she would utter as he bled out in front of the world. Made the 8 PM news. A small blip under election results. Maruki Takuto, dead.
Maruki, on TV to talk about Shujin, Shido, Cognitive Psience - eyes folding inwards until vein and strings of red meet the audience. Thick, viscous matter pooling against his lashes, strangling out mumble, hum, taste with choking force. Maruki Takuto, dead.
Maruki, walking across the street - ill from an unknown ailment that's plagued him all day. Nothing works - he can't breathe. Can't move. Stops in the middle of a busy intersection - caddycorner to a restaurant he hoped to take Rumi's parents someday, maybe. It's painful when the car smashes into his body - viscera coating the road. Maruki Takuto, dead.
Maruki Takuto, puts his hands against Akechi's shoulders.]
Didn't I mention that I killed Rumi's parents?
[Furious. Angry. Seeing red doesn't describe it - the force against his shoulders is an anchor he shuns. Shoulders moving to shrug the grip off - Maruki isn't angry. He will be now, but even Akechi-]
Just kidding! But I haven't only killed in the cognitive world. You're being rather brave right now.
[Sickly sweet, coated in honey - stated like he was-
A prince
once.
Never one. Will never be one. Never wanted to be one.
Maruki Takuto, puts his hands on a killer's shoulders-
Maruki Takuto, puts his hands on a traitor's shoulders and-
Akechi Goro, wraps his fingers around Maruki's throat - fingers pressing indents into pulse and neck. He'll face the consequences with Maruki this close now and he'll face the consequences with Maruki this close later and-]
Use your fucking brain. Whatever path keeps me by the side of my father, Masayoshi Shido. I will kill anyone to get there and I will rip him apart piece by goddamn piece when I do. Death will be my only mercy to him by the time I'm through. But that's not a surprise, is it? Now that you know? I sometimes wonder if evil is genetic. Cruelty must be.
[Moved from home to home to home to home to home and he didn't want them to leave leave leave leave leave leave leave leaveleave. Ignored. Unwanted. Taken in to exploit. Taken in for a price. Taken in for a cost. Taken in to be someone else and-
His mom would hate Akechi Goro. His mom would like Maruki Takuto, whose skin is turning pale red under the force of his indents. Pressure. Not strangling. Not yet.]
If it means killing you to get there, I don't care. It's because of that piece of shit that I was born and I will make him pay for it. Imagine how he'll look - prime minster of Japan and in control of all, only to have an unknown son rip him down to feel the same pain my mother did. For that, I will not hesitate.
cw: violent thoughts, graphic violence, murder, suicide, abuse/neglect implication, attempted murder
When Maruki's face
contorts breaks shatters steels
Itself because he's strong.Weaklings aren't worth his time and he's given more of that priceless, flickering, waning part of himself to Maruki than any other human being in his life.
The pieces connect and-
He's proud of him andhates him visceral unrelenting hate that coats every memory together. Contorts. Breaks. Shatters.
Every mundane moment, breaks of laughter, teasing, discussions that rewired old views and solidified new onespressed deep into his heart - folded inside and protected with poison tipped barbs and spooling unrelenting wire
because he hadn't lied. Maruki will be with him when he kills Shido. Maruki will be with him with that steel coated gaze fixed on an enemy. Earlier flickering emotions the denoting victory because an image was shattered. One that never existed. Maruki gets it. Maruki willleave leave leave leave leave leave leave leave leave LEAVE.
After he talks. Final words. Final statements. Because Maruki has always given, afforded, allowed Akechi Goro to speak freely in the dimly lit cafe - not a cafe, a dimly lit kitchen. He let Akechi Goro stand by his side - listened, learned, trained, consumed every piece of knowledge Akechi doled out and offered his own words in turn.Akechi remembers the day he realized Maruki was a liar and-
Remembers the moment when those truths escaped in exasperated mumbles, stern looks from doorways after late night texts, overextended stays at the bathhouse and battles of will in a cafe.
'Masayoshi Shido stole it' because the world is his and everyone is a pawn with a purpose. It is Shido's research because Maruki exists to serve and it's-
Another reason to pull him into the rot - Maruki, Akechi, Shido, the cabal and every single disgusting member of that inner circle.
No verbal confirmation - smiles of a distorted prince. Wild, manic gaze that follows strings of bright light across Maruki's face.
Maruki, hit by a car in front of Rumi, maybe. Poetic - she wouldn't even stop to call 119. What a shame she would utter as he bled out in front of the world. Made the 8 PM news. A small blip under election results. Maruki Takuto, dead.
Maruki, on TV to talk about Shujin, Shido, Cognitive Psience - eyes folding inwards until vein and strings of red meet the audience. Thick, viscous matter pooling against his lashes, strangling out mumble, hum, taste with choking force. Maruki Takuto, dead.
Maruki, walking across the street - ill from an unknown ailment that's plagued him all day. Nothing works - he can't breathe. Can't move. Stops in the middle of a busy intersection - caddycorner to a restaurant he hoped to take Rumi's parents someday, maybe. It's painful when the car smashes into his body - viscera coating the road. Maruki Takuto, dead.
Maruki Takuto, puts his hands against Akechi's shoulders.]
Didn't I mention that I killed Rumi's parents?
[Furious. Angry. Seeing red doesn't describe it - the force against his shoulders is an anchor he shuns. Shoulders moving to shrug the grip off - Maruki isn't angry. He will be now, but even Akechi-]
Just kidding! But I haven't only killed in the cognitive world. You're being rather brave right now.
[Sickly sweet, coated in honey - stated like he was-
A prince
once.
Never one. Will never be one. Never wanted to be one.Maruki Takuto, puts his hands on a killer's shoulders-
Maruki Takuto, puts his hands on a traitor's shoulders and-
Akechi Goro, wraps his fingers around Maruki's throat - fingers pressing indents into pulse and neck. He'll face the consequences with Maruki this close now and he'll face the consequences with Maruki this close later and-]
Use your fucking brain. Whatever path keeps me by the side of my father, Masayoshi Shido. I will kill anyone to get there and I will rip him apart piece by goddamn piece when I do. Death will be my only mercy to him by the time I'm through. But that's not a surprise, is it? Now that you know? I sometimes wonder if evil is genetic. Cruelty must be.
[Moved from home to home to home to home to home and he didn't want them to leave leave leave leave leave leave leave leave leave. Ignored. Unwanted. Taken in to exploit. Taken in for a price. Taken in for a cost. Taken in to be someone else and-
His mom would hate Akechi Goro. His mom would like Maruki Takuto, whose skin is turning pale red under the force of his indents. Pressure. Not strangling. Not yet.]
If it means killing you to get there, I don't care. It's because of that piece of shit that I was born and I will make him pay for it. Imagine how he'll look - prime minster of Japan and in control of all, only to have an unknown son rip him down to feel the same pain my mother did. For that, I will not hesitate.