[Tomorrow, when he pull some tweezers out and dedicate the energy to peeling every small piece from his palm. The clinic won't be necessary.
An alcohol wipe is tore open with his teeth after a failed attempt to pull it apart, the curl of a hand igniting flare after annoying flare.
He tries to pull back memories of videos, books, how he tended his own injuries in Mementos. In palaces. Pulls back the time Maruki wrapped his arms up in a dingy storefront.
Follows those same steps - disinfect, clean, ointment across his face. Too tired to be delicate or gentle. Clinical, basic work from someone unaccustomed to helping another.
He keeps his fingertips away from his eyes - presses palm under jaw to move his face left and right under the light. Minor wounds studied, larger ones tended. Neck bruised - no blood. That's an Azathoth problem.
Checks the base of his skull, the back of his head - injuries he may not be aware of after slamming into the ground. Bumps. No blood. ]
Perhaps you should start wearing that golden helmet you were given.
Oh, I can only imagine how much that would have hurt getting smashed into my eyes instead of my glasses.
[ Light, easy sarcasm. A joke despite it all.
For the most part, he takes it on the nose. A hissing inhale when Akechi disinfects the worst of the gouges, and a displeased noise when he touches the base of his skull, but that's it. ]
Actually, now that I think about it, it didn't look like there was room for my glasses beneath that thing... I wonder what that's about.
[ The bandages shift with the movement of his face as he talks. It's not a bad job Akechi did at all. Quick, efficient. Hopefully far less harrowing for him to have to deal with than that kaiju wound was.
A little guilt creeps into the edges of Maruki's heart then. It shouldn't – Akechi is the one who did this to him – but he's never exactly been in the habit of making others pay for what they've done. He only feels bad about not being able to take better care of himself. ]
[Maruki's entire face smashed like a pancake under a golden plate. A funny sight - Azathoth having to reconstruct an entire head would be interesting to watch.]
You'll find out, I suppose.
[Perception. Cognition. Maruki may not need them in the Metaverse. The world follows patterns and logic, despite how asinine certain situations seem or how to obvious can become inane. It's all based on real world sensibilities, to an extent. Maruki may not need glasses because in the Metaverse, he perceives his sight differently. It's simple.
He snaps his fingers in the air - waits for Maruki's eyes to follow the source of the noise. For him to squint at Akechi's mid-snap gesture and become little slits the further he pulls his hand away. The light might be bothering Maruki. It's certainly wearing on Akechi's ever pulsing headache.
No, Maruki won't be dealing with his arm. He doesn't ask. Not in the mood to do anything but mindlessly pull back the fabric of his sleeve and take stock of the damage. Stretches it out, turns it to see - the whole thing needs wrapped up, probably. Some grooves etched deep, others shallow and erratic.
The same routine - disinfect, wipe, ointment.]
Did you know hypothermia is a cause of death in flaying?
[Streaks of red swiped over with wipe after wipe.]
Skin is the largest organ, which I'm sure you know, but losing enough of it can cause the body to drop in temperature.
[Ointment after ointment.]
While nothing got to that point, you should be aware of how important it is to take care of skin damage immediately and appropriately. If I left you to do this without your glasses, you may have made the situation worse.
[ Maruki does follow the motion of Akechi's hand through the air, a dull ache thudding behind his eyes, in his temples, down into his jaw. The light is bothering him. He's no stranger to severe headaches, and that was even before he got the shit beaten out of him. Darkness and quiet is what the doctor ordered, but–
He doesn't fight Akechi's continued care either, despite what he'd said, despite the festering seed of guilt in his chest. He looks away as Akechi works at it. There's something about it, the same hands that clawed deep bloody tracts into his skin being the ones to knit him back together. It sits strange on the back of his tongue, so he focuses on the opposite wall, listens.
Listens, with a disbelieving grin twisting over his aching face.
Listens, and huffs out a breath of a laugh, mirthless but somehow still fond. ]
Thank you for the trivia, as always. I should start having you write a fun fact of the day on a board in my office.
[ A sigh that turns into a quiet, pained noise in the back of his throat when Akechi starts to wrap his arm. ]
[Not that Maruki can see through his distorted vision, but Akechi makes A Look at the thought. The topics are interesting, but a bit morbid on occasion and those whiners would likely use it as an excuse to extend their session.
The bandage is wound tight around his arm - an issue stemming in the execution from his own blurring vision, rapid blinks keeping him cognizant of what he's doing.
He's so fucking tired.
Hand slips, then it's back up to search for the edge of the wrap he dropped. His head's pounding harder. The walk back to his room is about to be a miserable exercise.
He missed a spot - moves to unwrap and wrap again.]
Akechi would vehemently deny it. Push the offer aside without a hint of acknowledgement.
Tonight, with the residual call of chaos tearing his skull, worn and battered like he went through an awakening, a new attack forcing his hand and ending a battle -
From the normal exhaustion that comes from a typical training session. The extra fatigue of one that went too far. That became a lesson for one of them and that person isn't Akechi.
The thought of collapsing onto a rock hard floor with a thin pillow and even thinner blanket -
Makes him scoop up the fluffiest of Maruki's blankets.
Turn to the door and-
Crow's knocked down!!!
A new limit found, Akechi makes a mental note of it as he slams into the ground - buffered by the ultra plush bedding in his hands.]
It seems your floor is slippery - you should take care to wipe up spills.
[He's not moving - not even from the supposed 'spill'.]
[ Color Maruki intensely goddamn surprised that both of his pieces of advice are followed to the letter–
Almost.
Akechi drops like a sack of flour to the floor, so suddenly that Maruki's bolt upright and halfway off the bed in alarm as he does. He goes down hard and stays there. Doesn't budge. Not an inch, even as Maruki lets the silent seconds stretch into a full minute.
A smile cracks his bruised, aching face. ]
Here.
[ And then he's up, opening a sparsely used closet and pulling down the winter bedding that Akechi purchased for him when he first arrived, along with a bedroll. Does he use it for camping? Yes. Deal with it.
He rolls it out right next to where Akechi is, then spreads the extra bedding out over it. The layers of sheets and blankets are thick, far too warm to sleep underneath during the summer, but they'll make for a nice cushioned nest to lay on top of. With that done, he comes back around to the edge of his bed, gently nudges Akechi with a sockfoot. ]
Just roll over onto it. Sleep here. Honestly, I'm shocked we didn't fall sleep where we ended up outside.
[ How have either of them been going for as long as they have? Especially Akechi. Dear god.
Maruki doesn't wait for him to acquiesce. This is where he's staying, whether he likes it or not. He makes one last stop at his chest of drawers to rifle through his many bags of snacks, pulls out two packets of dorayaki. He looks at the bottom drawer, thinks for a moment to produce the cape and use it as a blanket just to be a shit, immediately decides against it. He doesn't have another ounce of antagonism in him tonight.
He flops back into his own blankets with no intention of getting up again, for any reason. One packet drops down onto Akechi's new bed on the floor next to his. ]
Only if you can stomach it.
[ And then, mercifully, the light gets flicked off. Maruki still doesn't think he can sleep right away, but the darkness will help both their heads. ]
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[He isn't a toddler - doesn't need someone to make a bed for him, like he's getting ready to take a nap at preschool. Acting the part of a teacher dutifully rolling out a bed and ushering him into it with prod of his foot.
It does look comfortable.
He's irritated. Doesn't make an effort to roll over because he doesn't need it. Dragging himself out of the room with his hands alone is an option.
Fingers tested with small movements against the plush fabric. One hand is fine. The other? Problematic. No dragging.
Snack hits the ground next to him - he doesn't move. The light-
Vanishes and there's something about licking wounds in the dark. Recovering under a blanket of anonymity. Being able to ignore the profound embarrassment of having mercy and care given in general, let alone by someone he almost killed not even an hour ago.
It's so pathetic and -
The bedroll is better than a stone. The winter blanket alleviating the worst of his inflamed muscles and body's persistent, stinging tension. Everything coiled together twenty times over.
A rustle of plastic - small bite taken. His stomach churns with the sudden invasion and it's set aside. All the better. Laying in crumbs is a different sort of nightmare and an irritation he isn't willing to contend with in the morning.
The morning. After he wakes up on Maruki's floor - his alarm will go off in an hour. A couple. He can text Eren and move back to his room then. An hour or two should be enough to pull him back to a functioning minimum.
It's quiet. Akechi's exhausted. Maruki is too, but he doubts he can sleep with a murderer so close to his head, even one that's incapacitated.
And under the cover of a pitch black room that his eyes are slowly adjusting to - gaze settling on specks of dust and dirt visible under the bed frame.
It's quiet, and then it's not-]
Everyone has a limit, Maruki.
[Ten clumps of dust, dispersed evenly under the bed.]
I wonder how long it will take before you start to form your revenge against me.
[A shuffle. Blanket up to chin. He doesn't care about the already overwhelming heat. It's like -
Being in a bathhouse.]
Or maybe you already have and I'll find out when we return to our reality. Perhaps I'll find you in Shido's office spilling every secret.
[Maruki wouldn't - his contempt for Shido stronger than whatever malicious feelings should be forming in his heart for Akechi.]
He wouldn't listen to you anyway - not unless you provide proof of your ability and show him your value upfront. An ability he and his sycophants can use immediately.
[He's tired.]
For the record, he would kill you on the spot if you showed him the true extent of your power. He doesn't allow strength he can't control. Power above his own.
[He's so tired.]
You're better off finding someone who wants to overthrow him - there are plenty in his circle. Sell your soul to the lesser evil.
[ Darkness, silence. The briefest crinkle of plastic, then nothing. Maruki doesn't attempt to eat his own yet either. Merely lets the darkness, the silence begin to ease his spinning, pounding head.
And then Akechi's voice comes through. Maruki listens, as always.
He can't even say that Akechi is wrong. That's the problem. Everyone does have limits. Akechi should have already surpassed his several times over. He knows it. He doesn't know how to explain, in a way that would make any kind of sense outside of his own head– ]
My soul is my own. I haven't sold it to anyone and I won't.
[ Quiet conviction. Pain radiates through his head with every word. ]
My choices are my own too. Including who I choose to trust.
[ He brings a hand up, presses the heel of one palm into the temple that doesn't have a bandage over it. ]
Do you think that's a very long list? It isn't.
[ His mouth closes, jaw clicking. He considers it a moment longer.
Even when Akechi slammed his fist down over his eyes, Maruki didn't hate him. He's not well. He knows this. In the wrong hands, such loyalty is a blade easily turned back against him.
Anyone in their right mind would consider Akechi the wrong hands.
His own blankets pulled up higher. Rolled onto his side, facing the room, not the wall. ]
Trusting others inherently allows them to hurt you. To hurt you worse than anyone else could. The same way letting yourself fall in love with someone means allowing them the opportunity to break your heart. These things aren't the absence of pain.
[ A lesson hard learned. ]
I attempted to avoid pain for years by never trusting anyone. It didn't work. If I'm going to be hurt regardless, I would rather have something to show for it in the end.
[ A bond that grows stronger the more it's tested. Personal strength, too. There are benefits to having limits pushed over and over and over. ]
It's fine if you disagree. It won't change how I operate.
[Of course Akechi is going to disagree with the stupidest stretch of logic he's ever heard in his life.
All Maruki has to show for this-
A face covered in ointment, an eye crushed by glass, an arm ripped to shreds, a gun pointed to his head twice.
What the hell is he even saying?
Akechi's seen glimpses of Maruki now - moments of petulance, questionable experimentation, wrath hidden under a suit of golden armor.]
You're insane.
[Is what he settles on - dry, deadpan and without any sort of bite. No rational human being, godlike power or not, would continue doing this. Would keep this relationship going. Would make a fucking bed within arm's length of their aggressor.]
However, it's your own business. I never took you to be a glutton for punishment, but I suppose things have changed since that day you were cowering in alleyways. Whatever happens to you is your own doing.
Sudden, jolting up from his chest and making him slap a hand over his mouth to muffle it. Soft only because his voice is still hoarse, but no less entirely genuine. ]
Yeah. Maybe.
[ It certainly feels that way, some days! ]
And not to drag up ancient history, but... Pot, kettle, et cetera.
[ Honestly, what a judgment from Akechi Goro, of all people. But Maruki doesn't want to interrogate him about it now. He's drained – they both are. And it keeps circling in his head – They awoke at the same time. It felt like this.
He deserves to rest. ]
Anyhow, yes. Things have changed. And if I'm honest, Akechi, a lot of it's changed because of you. So...
[ Shrug. You get the ally that you ask for, in the end. ]
Akechi shuffles under the too comfortable blankets, his hand hitting the dorayaki wrapper.
He once asked Maruki what drove him, requesting an answer for a reason Akechi couldn't voice at the time, but-
There was an understanding. Words appearing on a screen that Akechi has reread multiple times since that day - after intense arguments while a bowl of soup cools outside of a doorway, after extra mushrooms started appearing unprompted in his meals, Maruki conveniently reading on the couch during nights Akechi wanders home later than normal.
It's surreal. It gets less intelligible every single time he pulls up the screen capture- words jumbling together, meaning lost. He can't decipher it. It makes less sense the more experiences shared between them.
If Akechi were to pull out his phone now and read those saved words, he's sure every single one of them will look like a foreign language, scrambled and twisted.]
I won't apologize - ever. I don't regret anything I've done.
[Eyes shut. A soft, distant murmur under his breath. A bleary sort of numbness overtaking his mind and body.]
To you or anyone else.
[Friend. Foe. Stranger. It doesn't matter at all when a monster's at the helm.
Akechi mumbles something else - unintelligible from the way his face is pressed into plush blanket and-
It's nighty night peanut time. Akechi Goro finally shuts the fuck up.]
[ In Tokyo, his bedroom is always half-illuminated.
He could get heavier curtains to block out some of the perpetual night life glow, but he's used to it. He didn't spend his whole life in the largest city in the world without developing the ability to fall asleep under any circumstances – noisy, brightly lit, facedown on a lecture hall desk, standing in a crowded train, half-slumped on an office couch.
He can't get used to this. The way nighttime in Somnius is pitch black, the way they can see all the stars even from the comparatively populated housing or business areas. The inky darkness of his room every night.
Maruki stares off into it now. Even with his eyes adjusted, he can't make anything out in the room. Not even the shape of Akechi beneath the blankets on the floor only a few feet away. He blinks. He can still feel shards of glass that don't exist embedded in his eyes. Can still feel blood that's already been staunched wiped away bandaged over, can still sense the copper tang when he inhales, can still taste it on his tongue. Can still feel hands ripping his flesh apart like a clawed beast. Can still feel a hard object striking his throat again and again and again andagainandagainandagain until his breathing sounded like a death rattle to his own ears.
Can still feel what it was like for the darkness to close in, swift and quiet and peaceful, even as he fought.
He draws a breath. Deep, even. No blood and bile pooling in the base of his throat to choke him if the collapsed obstruction didn't first. He's safe.
Akechi is falling asleep nearby, and he says he isn't sorry despite all the care he's shown tonight alone, to say nothing of the rest of their time together, and Maruki is safe. ]
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[Tomorrow, when he pull some tweezers out and dedicate the energy to peeling every small piece from his palm. The clinic won't be necessary.
An alcohol wipe is tore open with his teeth after a failed attempt to pull it apart, the curl of a hand igniting flare after annoying flare.
He tries to pull back memories of videos, books, how he tended his own injuries in Mementos. In palaces. Pulls back the time Maruki wrapped his arms up in a dingy storefront.
Follows those same steps - disinfect, clean, ointment across his face. Too tired to be delicate or gentle. Clinical, basic work from someone unaccustomed to helping another.
He keeps his fingertips away from his eyes - presses palm under jaw to move his face left and right under the light. Minor wounds studied, larger ones tended. Neck bruised - no blood. That's an Azathoth problem.
Checks the base of his skull, the back of his head - injuries he may not be aware of after slamming into the ground. Bumps. No blood. ]
Perhaps you should start wearing that golden helmet you were given.
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[ Light, easy sarcasm. A joke despite it all.
For the most part, he takes it on the nose. A hissing inhale when Akechi disinfects the worst of the gouges, and a displeased noise when he touches the base of his skull, but that's it. ]
Actually, now that I think about it, it didn't look like there was room for my glasses beneath that thing... I wonder what that's about.
[ The bandages shift with the movement of his face as he talks. It's not a bad job Akechi did at all. Quick, efficient. Hopefully far less harrowing for him to have to deal with than that kaiju wound was.
A little guilt creeps into the edges of Maruki's heart then. It shouldn't – Akechi is the one who did this to him – but he's never exactly been in the habit of making others pay for what they've done. He only feels bad about not being able to take better care of himself. ]
I can do my arm. Really.
cw: flaying fun fact!
You'll find out, I suppose.
[Perception. Cognition. Maruki may not need them in the Metaverse. The world follows patterns and logic, despite how asinine certain situations seem or how to obvious can become inane. It's all based on real world sensibilities, to an extent. Maruki may not need glasses because in the Metaverse, he perceives his sight differently. It's simple.
He snaps his fingers in the air - waits for Maruki's eyes to follow the source of the noise. For him to squint at Akechi's mid-snap gesture and become little slits the further he pulls his hand away. The light might be bothering Maruki. It's certainly wearing on Akechi's ever pulsing headache.
No, Maruki won't be dealing with his arm. He doesn't ask. Not in the mood to do anything but mindlessly pull back the fabric of his sleeve and take stock of the damage. Stretches it out, turns it to see - the whole thing needs wrapped up, probably. Some grooves etched deep, others shallow and erratic.
The same routine - disinfect, wipe, ointment.]
Did you know hypothermia is a cause of death in flaying?
[Streaks of red swiped over with wipe after wipe.]
Skin is the largest organ, which I'm sure you know, but losing enough of it can cause the body to drop in temperature.
[Ointment after ointment.]
While nothing got to that point, you should be aware of how important it is to take care of skin damage immediately and appropriately. If I left you to do this without your glasses, you may have made the situation worse.
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He doesn't fight Akechi's continued care either, despite what he'd said, despite the festering seed of guilt in his chest. He looks away as Akechi works at it. There's something about it, the same hands that clawed deep bloody tracts into his skin being the ones to knit him back together. It sits strange on the back of his tongue, so he focuses on the opposite wall, listens.
Listens, with a disbelieving grin twisting over his aching face.
Listens, and huffs out a breath of a laugh, mirthless but somehow still fond. ]
Thank you for the trivia, as always. I should start having you write a fun fact of the day on a board in my office.
[ A sigh that turns into a quiet, pained noise in the back of his throat when Akechi starts to wrap his arm. ]
Point taken, though. I appreciate the help.
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The bandage is wound tight around his arm - an issue stemming in the execution from his own blurring vision, rapid blinks keeping him cognizant of what he's doing.
He's so fucking tired.
Hand slips, then it's back up to search for the edge of the wrap he dropped. His head's pounding harder. The walk back to his room is about to be a miserable exercise.
He missed a spot - moves to unwrap and wrap again.]
Where else?
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Looks up at his face, near enough that he doesn't have to squint too badly. The lamp throws harsh shadows on it, sure, but even without that– ]
Akechi. Take a break.
[ Gentle, but firm. And no less tired than how Akechi sounds. Looks. Is. They both need it. ]
Everything else is superficial. Seriously. You got the worst of it taken care of.
[ A beat, and then, with all the knowledge that he'll be brushed off: ]
And take the bedding that I have. You maniac.
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Akechi would vehemently deny it. Push the offer aside without a hint of acknowledgement.
Tonight, with the residual call of chaos tearing his skull, worn and battered like he went through an awakening, a new attack forcing his hand and ending a battle -
From the normal exhaustion that comes from a typical training session. The extra fatigue of one that went too far. That became a lesson for one of them and that person isn't Akechi.
The thought of collapsing onto a rock hard floor with a thin pillow and even thinner blanket -
Makes him scoop up the fluffiest of Maruki's blankets.
Turn to the door and-
Crow's knocked down!!!
A new limit found, Akechi makes a mental note of it as he slams into the ground - buffered by the ultra plush bedding in his hands.]
It seems your floor is slippery - you should take care to wipe up spills.
[He's not moving - not even from the supposed 'spill'.]
I'll be up in a moment.
[He's! not! moving!]
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Almost.
Akechi drops like a sack of flour to the floor, so suddenly that Maruki's bolt upright and halfway off the bed in alarm as he does. He goes down hard and stays there. Doesn't budge. Not an inch, even as Maruki lets the silent seconds stretch into a full minute.
A smile cracks his bruised, aching face. ]
Here.
[ And then he's up, opening a sparsely used closet and pulling down the winter bedding that Akechi purchased for him when he first arrived, along with a bedroll. Does he use it for camping? Yes. Deal with it.
He rolls it out right next to where Akechi is, then spreads the extra bedding out over it. The layers of sheets and blankets are thick, far too warm to sleep underneath during the summer, but they'll make for a nice cushioned nest to lay on top of. With that done, he comes back around to the edge of his bed, gently nudges Akechi with a sockfoot. ]
Just roll over onto it. Sleep here. Honestly, I'm shocked we didn't fall sleep where we ended up outside.
[ How have either of them been going for as long as they have? Especially Akechi. Dear god.
Maruki doesn't wait for him to acquiesce. This is where he's staying, whether he likes it or not. He makes one last stop at his chest of drawers to rifle through his many bags of snacks, pulls out two packets of dorayaki. He looks at the bottom drawer, thinks for a moment to produce the cape and use it as a blanket just to be a shit, immediately decides against it. He doesn't have another ounce of antagonism in him tonight.
He flops back into his own blankets with no intention of getting up again, for any reason. One packet drops down onto Akechi's new bed on the floor next to his. ]
Only if you can stomach it.
[ And then, mercifully, the light gets flicked off. Maruki still doesn't think he can sleep right away, but the darkness will help both their heads. ]
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It does look comfortable.
He's irritated. Doesn't make an effort to roll over because he doesn't need it. Dragging himself out of the room with his hands alone is an option.
Fingers tested with small movements against the plush fabric. One hand is fine. The other? Problematic. No dragging.
Snack hits the ground next to him - he doesn't move. The light-
Vanishes and there's something about licking wounds in the dark. Recovering under a blanket of anonymity. Being able to ignore the profound embarrassment of having mercy and care given in general, let alone by someone he almost killed not even an hour ago.
It's so pathetic and -
The bedroll is better than a stone. The winter blanket alleviating the worst of his inflamed muscles and body's persistent, stinging tension. Everything coiled together twenty times over.
A rustle of plastic - small bite taken. His stomach churns with the sudden invasion and it's set aside. All the better. Laying in crumbs is a different sort of nightmare and an irritation he isn't willing to contend with in the morning.
The morning. After he wakes up on Maruki's floor - his alarm will go off in an hour. A couple. He can text Eren and move back to his room then. An hour or two should be enough to pull him back to a functioning minimum.
It's quiet. Akechi's exhausted. Maruki is too, but he doubts he can sleep with a murderer so close to his head, even one that's incapacitated.
And under the cover of a pitch black room that his eyes are slowly adjusting to - gaze settling on specks of dust and dirt visible under the bed frame.
It's quiet, and then it's not-]
Everyone has a limit, Maruki.
[Ten clumps of dust, dispersed evenly under the bed.]
I wonder how long it will take before you start to form your revenge against me.
[A shuffle. Blanket up to chin. He doesn't care about the already overwhelming heat. It's like -
Being in a bathhouse.]
Or maybe you already have and I'll find out when we return to our reality. Perhaps I'll find you in Shido's office spilling every secret.
[Maruki wouldn't - his contempt for Shido stronger than whatever malicious feelings should be forming in his heart for Akechi.]
He wouldn't listen to you anyway - not unless you provide proof of your ability and show him your value upfront. An ability he and his sycophants can use immediately.
[He's tired.]
For the record, he would kill you on the spot if you showed him the true extent of your power. He doesn't allow strength he can't control. Power above his own.
[He's so tired.]
You're better off finding someone who wants to overthrow him - there are plenty in his circle. Sell your soul to the lesser evil.
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And then Akechi's voice comes through. Maruki listens, as always.
He can't even say that Akechi is wrong. That's the problem. Everyone does have limits. Akechi should have already surpassed his several times over. He knows it. He doesn't know how to explain, in a way that would make any kind of sense outside of his own head– ]
My soul is my own. I haven't sold it to anyone and I won't.
[ Quiet conviction. Pain radiates through his head with every word. ]
My choices are my own too. Including who I choose to trust.
[ He brings a hand up, presses the heel of one palm into the temple that doesn't have a bandage over it. ]
Do you think that's a very long list? It isn't.
[ His mouth closes, jaw clicking. He considers it a moment longer.
Even when Akechi slammed his fist down over his eyes, Maruki didn't hate him. He's not well. He knows this. In the wrong hands, such loyalty is a blade easily turned back against him.
Anyone in their right mind would consider Akechi the wrong hands.
His own blankets pulled up higher. Rolled onto his side, facing the room, not the wall. ]
Trusting others inherently allows them to hurt you. To hurt you worse than anyone else could. The same way letting yourself fall in love with someone means allowing them the opportunity to break your heart. These things aren't the absence of pain.
[ A lesson hard learned. ]
I attempted to avoid pain for years by never trusting anyone. It didn't work. If I'm going to be hurt regardless, I would rather have something to show for it in the end.
[ A bond that grows stronger the more it's tested. Personal strength, too. There are benefits to having limits pushed over and over and over. ]
It's fine if you disagree. It won't change how I operate.
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All Maruki has to show for this-
A face covered in ointment, an eye crushed by glass, an arm ripped to shreds, a gun pointed to his head twice.
What the hell is he even saying?
Akechi's seen glimpses of Maruki now - moments of petulance, questionable experimentation, wrath hidden under a suit of golden armor.]
You're insane.
[Is what he settles on - dry, deadpan and without any sort of bite. No rational human being, godlike power or not, would continue doing this. Would keep this relationship going. Would make a fucking bed within arm's length of their aggressor.]
However, it's your own business. I never took you to be a glutton for punishment, but I suppose things have changed since that day you were cowering in alleyways. Whatever happens to you is your own doing.
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Maruki laughs.
Sudden, jolting up from his chest and making him slap a hand over his mouth to muffle it. Soft only because his voice is still hoarse, but no less entirely genuine. ]
Yeah. Maybe.
[ It certainly feels that way, some days! ]
And not to drag up ancient history, but... Pot, kettle, et cetera.
[ Honestly, what a judgment from Akechi Goro, of all people. But Maruki doesn't want to interrogate him about it now. He's drained – they both are. And it keeps circling in his head – They awoke at the same time. It felt like this.
He deserves to rest. ]
Anyhow, yes. Things have changed. And if I'm honest, Akechi, a lot of it's changed because of you. So...
[ Shrug. You get the ally that you ask for, in the end. ]
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Akechi shuffles under the too comfortable blankets, his hand hitting the dorayaki wrapper.
He once asked Maruki what drove him, requesting an answer for a reason Akechi couldn't voice at the time, but-
There was an understanding. Words appearing on a screen that Akechi has reread multiple times since that day - after intense arguments while a bowl of soup cools outside of a doorway, after extra mushrooms started appearing unprompted in his meals, Maruki conveniently reading on the couch during nights Akechi wanders home later than normal.
It's surreal. It gets less intelligible every single time he pulls up the screen capture- words jumbling together, meaning lost. He can't decipher it. It makes less sense the more experiences shared between them.
If Akechi were to pull out his phone now and read those saved words, he's sure every single one of them will look like a foreign language, scrambled and twisted.]
I won't apologize - ever. I don't regret anything I've done.
[Eyes shut. A soft, distant murmur under his breath. A bleary sort of numbness overtaking his mind and body.]
To you or anyone else.
[Friend. Foe. Stranger. It doesn't matter at all when a monster's at the helm.
Akechi mumbles something else - unintelligible from the way his face is pressed into plush blanket and-
It's nighty night peanut time. Akechi Goro finally shuts the fuck up.]
cw eye trauma, graphic violence
He could get heavier curtains to block out some of the perpetual night life glow, but he's used to it. He didn't spend his whole life in the largest city in the world without developing the ability to fall asleep under any circumstances – noisy, brightly lit, facedown on a lecture hall desk, standing in a crowded train, half-slumped on an office couch.
He can't get used to this. The way nighttime in Somnius is pitch black, the way they can see all the stars even from the comparatively populated housing or business areas. The inky darkness of his room every night.
Maruki stares off into it now. Even with his eyes adjusted, he can't make anything out in the room. Not even the shape of Akechi beneath the blankets on the floor only a few feet away. He blinks. He can still feel shards of glass that don't exist embedded in his eyes. Can still feel blood that's already been staunched wiped away bandaged over, can still sense the copper tang when he inhales, can still taste it on his tongue. Can still feel hands ripping his flesh apart like a clawed beast. Can still feel a hard object striking his throat again and again and again andagainandagainandagain until his breathing sounded like a death rattle to his own ears.
Can still feel what it was like for the darkness to close in, swift and quiet and peaceful, even as he fought.
He draws a breath. Deep, even. No blood and bile pooling in the base of his throat to choke him if the collapsed obstruction didn't first. He's safe.
Akechi is falling asleep nearby, and he says he isn't sorry despite all the care he's shown tonight alone, to say nothing of the rest of their time together, and Maruki is safe. ]
I wouldn't expect you to, Akechi. Good night.