[Nothing. Nothing. Nothing makes him react. He talks.
And talks.
And talks.
And Akechi can win. Akechi will win. Akechi must win to prove that harms exists within him, that he will always do anything to win and-
Are you certain you killed him?
A vile, bitter laugh falls from his lips.
Loud. Demanding. A palm smooths out the hair on his forehead, like thick viscous matter will stick to his gloves.
As if he'll feel the cool sensation of blood streaking across his forehead.
As if they were one and the same and two people died in that room instead of one.
Maruki doesn't want him any harm to
to come to them.
Them. Them. Them.
And Akechi wins, in that moment. In that revelation. In that passing comment that sounds like complete utter shit.]
Everywhere. [It was everywhere.] I did it. [He did it.] Kurusu Akira is dead by my hand. [Isn't dead. Might be alive. Akechi hopes he's alive - because his rival would be alive and he could kill him again and again and again and again.] He must be dead.
[Nothing works -
So he tries something new.
Pulls a gift from his side and puts the barrel to his own skull - a single second, two, three and-
Long enough to surprise. Long enough to distract. He keeps his finger heavy against the trigger, presses down with some pressure and feels -
Alive and-
A distraction. A second to drop the guard of a man who never lets down a wall and-
Peels it away just as fast to aim and shoot for Maruki Takuto.]
cw: SUICIDAL SOMETHING, MURDER, VIOLENT THOUGHTS
And talks.
And Akechi can win. Akechi will win. Akechi must win to prove that harms exists within him, that he will always do anything to win and-
Are you certain you killed him?
A vile, bitter laugh falls from his lips.
Loud. Demanding. A palm smooths out the hair on his forehead, like thick viscous matter will stick to his gloves.
As if he'll feel the cool sensation of blood streaking across his forehead.
As if they were one and the same and two people died in that room instead of one.
Maruki doesn't want him any harm to
to come to them.
Them. Them. Them.
And Akechi wins, in that moment. In that revelation. In that passing comment that sounds like complete utter shit.]
Everywhere. [It was everywhere.] I did it. [He did it.] Kurusu Akira is dead by my hand. [Isn't dead. Might be alive. Akechi hopes he's alive - because his rival would be alive and he could kill him again and again and again and again.] He must be dead.
[Nothing works -
So he tries something new.
Pulls a gift from his side and puts the barrel to his own skull - a single second, two, three and-
Long enough to surprise. Long enough to distract. He keeps his finger heavy against the trigger, presses down with some pressure and feels -
Alive and-
A distraction. A second to drop the guard of a man who never lets down a wall and-
Peels it away just as fast to aim and shoot for Maruki Takuto.]