Ringing. Echoing. It's far away now, even as Maruki drags them together, together, together.
It stings - everywhere. Barely felt. Maruki fights back - he loves this. Wants it. Craves it. Feels nail in flesh and clumps of hair weaved in a grip that threatens to rip off his entire head if he doesn't stop.
And he doesn't. Even as the ground cracks with brilliant streams of light, his knife never stops moving, tearing, ripping against skin and organ. Clumps of something drape over his hands, his arms - wet, sticky, grotesque. He doesn't stop. Spots of red, red, red drenching his chest, legs and-
Drenching Maruki's chest, legs and-
It's bright. So bright. New. Different. Miserable, erratic laughter coats his tongue with a twisting blade. Of course it's new. Of course it's new. Of course he can.
Maruki Takuto is a
God.
Maruki Takuto is a
King.
Maruki Takuto is a
World.
And his own world doesn't grow dark - not completely. This is nuclear. This isn't a tyrant. The power jolts him. Shakes him. Call of Chaos relinquishes its hold on his heart, but Akechi doesn't release his grip on a knife. Doesn't step back from the man.
But it hurts. It hurts. He's left breathless. Raw. Frustrated with Maruki Takuto in his grip. Whether he hears or not-]
cw gore <3 violence <3
Together. Together. Together. Together. Together. Together. Together. Together. Together. Together. Together. Together. Together. Together. Together.
Completely wrong.
Together. Together.
Ringing. Echoing. It's far away now, even as Maruki drags them together, together, together.It stings - everywhere. Barely felt. Maruki fights back - he loves this. Wants it. Craves it. Feels nail in flesh and clumps of hair weaved in a grip that threatens to rip off his entire head if he doesn't stop.
And he doesn't. Even as the ground cracks with brilliant streams of light, his knife never stops moving, tearing, ripping against skin and organ. Clumps of something drape over his hands, his arms - wet, sticky, grotesque. He doesn't stop. Spots of red, red, red drenching his chest, legs and-
Drenching Maruki's chest, legs and-
It's bright. So bright. New. Different. Miserable, erratic laughter coats his tongue with a twisting blade. Of course it's new. Of course it's new. Of course he can.
God.
King.
World.
And his own world doesn't grow dark - not completely. This is nuclear. This isn't a tyrant. The power jolts him. Shakes him. Call of Chaos relinquishes its hold on his heart, but Akechi doesn't release his grip on a knife. Doesn't step back from the man.
But it hurts. It hurts. He's left breathless. Raw. Frustrated with Maruki Takuto in his grip. Whether he hears or not-]
What the hell were you thinking?