His body goes rigid. Still. Breathing. He's alive. Maruki's talking. This isn't how this is supposed to go.
This isn't what happened before. Akechi wants to rip Maruki apart, until nothing remains. Wants to save him. Wants to keep him away from A̴̖̦̯̞͓̿͆̈́̋̐͒̊͋̽̌͘k̷̻͔͉͎͇̰̦͚̈́̔̔̈̏͐ë̵̢̱̩̬̟̙́̆̽̉̈́c̴͕̞͕̓͛͗͛h̸̨̛̥̘̤͙͖̼̟̳̣̑͐̆͊̈́͗̃̾́̈́i̵̢̱̯̥͈̍͗̄̈́̾̅͘̚. From Tokyo. From Shido. Wants to see him drown in rot created from his own hands. Wants him to rise above it with his own will.
I want you to live.
I want you to live.
I want you to live.
I want to live and I don't care if I live and revenge against Maruki, against Shido, for his mom, for Akechi who can't stand the thought of living, wants to live, wants to save, wants to kill.
He doesn't move. Doesn't blink. Doesn't tear his eyes away from the distant pinprick of light that shows an end to this shit. Can't stand the thoughts in his skull, against the walls, echoing through mind and soul. It's his. It's Maruki's. They're not close. They were never close. They're too close.
He can't deny they're close.]
I hate you.
[Make it clear. Resounding confidence. Stated as always, as ever. He hates Maruki Takuto. Will say it again and again in a tunnel that echoes protection and salvation.]
cw: murder? suicidal ideation (????) MAYBE???? just ignore this
I want you to live.
His body goes rigid. Still. Breathing. He's alive. Maruki's talking. This isn't how this is supposed to go.
This isn't what happened before. Akechi wants to rip Maruki apart, until nothing remains. Wants to save him. Wants to keep him away from A̴̖̦̯̞͓̿͆̈́̋̐͒̊͋̽̌͘k̷̻͔͉͎͇̰̦͚̈́̔̔̈̏͐ë̵̢̱̩̬̟̙́̆̽̉̈́c̴͕̞͕̓͛͗͛h̸̨̛̥̘̤͙͖̼̟̳̣̑͐̆͊̈́͗̃̾́̈́i̵̢̱̯̥͈̍͗̄̈́̾̅͘̚. From Tokyo. From Shido. Wants to see him drown in rot created from his own hands. Wants him to rise above it with his own will.
I want you to live.
I want you to live.
He doesn't move. Doesn't blink. Doesn't tear his eyes away from the distant pinprick of light that shows an end to this shit. Can't stand the thoughts in his skull, against the walls, echoing through mind and soul. It's his. It's Maruki's. They're not close. They were never close. They're too close.
He can't deny they're close.]
I hate you.
[Make it clear. Resounding confidence. Stated as always, as ever. He hates Maruki Takuto. Will say it again and again in a tunnel that echoes protection and salvation.]
This shit is getting old.