The whole of Maruki Takuto - There's no one else who can provide that, and even if there were, I wouldn't want to share it with them over you.
I wouldn't want to share it with them over you.
A man who chooses Akechi Goro despite-
Blood soaked palms, sleepless nights, vicious verbal onslaughts that last until Akechi's throat is numb and raw, stone to flesh, glass to eye.
Blood soaked palm against his back, late night conversations, vicious verbal onslaughts that he stands and takes and takes, flesh contorted back to life, a note in a pillow, a grounding voice in a bathhouse, an ally in a grotesque distortion.
Persistent. Annoying. A limit will be reached. Akechi can't stop and -
Maruki brought him peace, for a split second, with an arm pressing him down and brilliant colors in what was left of his eyes. Powerful. Strong.
For the first time-
Akechi thinks Maruki will be fine on his own - that a cabal can't stop him and-
He hates him more than ever. More than anything. The swirling, spiraling sensation in his chest a foreign entity to be expelled. Loki vanishes back into his heart to deal with it. Disappears in a swirling blue flame.
The TV station needs him. Fans need him. Shido needs him. The sordid dark undertow of Tokyo needs him. Teachers, reporters, prosecutors and lawyers need him.
Joker didn't need him - stayed in his presence anyway, the short term mockery of a friendship enjoyable.
Maruki doesn't need him, but continues the pursuit of conversation and meetups, check-ins and in depth discussions, not needed. Wanted.
Akechi Goro - wanted and-
He blinks - eyes dry. The windowpane behind Maruki bright from the sun shining in.]
Right. Then I'll certainly do my best to connect the dots where needed. [A hand rests against his chin, eyes falling down to the couch fabric in thought.] I remember some of what those sniveling researchers who work with Shido discussed as well. Perhaps that will be of use too.
cw: murder, violent thoughts
The whole of Maruki Takuto - There's no one else who can provide that, and even if there were, I wouldn't want to share it with them over you.
I wouldn't want to share it with them over you.
A man who chooses Akechi Goro despite-Blood soaked palms, sleepless nights, vicious verbal onslaughts that last until Akechi's throat is numb and raw, stone to flesh, glass to eye.
Blood soaked palm against his back, late night conversations, vicious verbal onslaughts that he stands and takes and takes, flesh contorted back to life, a note in a pillow, a grounding voice in a bathhouse, an ally in a grotesque distortion.
Persistent. Annoying. A limit will be reached. Akechi can't stop and -
Maruki brought him peace, for a split second, with an arm pressing him down and brilliant colors in what was left of his eyes. Powerful. Strong.
For the first time-
Akechi thinks Maruki will be fine on his own - that a cabal can't stop him and-
He hates him more than ever. More than anything. The swirling, spiraling sensation in his chest a foreign entity to be expelled. Loki vanishes back into his heart to deal with it. Disappears in a swirling blue flame.
The TV station needs him. Fans need him. Shido needs him. The sordid dark undertow of Tokyo needs him. Teachers, reporters, prosecutors and lawyers need him.
Joker didn't need him - stayed in his presence anyway, the short term mockery of a friendship enjoyable.
Maruki doesn't need him, but continues the pursuit of conversation and meetups, check-ins and in depth discussions, not needed. Wanted.
Akechi Goro - wanted and-
He blinks - eyes dry. The windowpane behind Maruki bright from the sun shining in.]
Right. Then I'll certainly do my best to connect the dots where needed. [A hand rests against his chin, eyes falling down to the couch fabric in thought.] I remember some of what those sniveling researchers who work with Shido discussed as well. Perhaps that will be of use too.