You're grasping at straws to make it seem better than it is. A murder is a murder. Cruelty is the point. You are not immune to that because you make a few goddamn meals.
What I told you could be lies - I could have wanted them dead, not Shido. You don't know the truth. You're making 'gut' assumptions that I'm not lying to you, and I am.
I've enjoyed every single death I've caused. Nothing makes me happier.
[He wants to fight - more than anything. Wants to hear Maruki gasping for life under his hand, to hear his own harrowed breath try to gain ground. Prove once and for all that a knife through Maruki's eyes would mean nothing to him, two bullets piercing his skull with ease and-
Kurusu is out. Kurusu is here. Kurusu is alive. Kurusu breaths the same air, walks down the same steps, eats from the same plates and nestles into a corner of the kotatsu adjacent to Akechi's own spot.
Kurusu who Maruki, more than anything-]
I killed him too.
Shot him right in the face when he was most vulnerable. He thought we were friends because I manipulated him to think that and he paid for it. Shido didn't ask me to kill him - I volunteered to do it. In reality, even. I shot another worthless nobody in that cell as well - just for fun.
I betrayed Akira. I'll do it again. I'll do it to you.
They filled him with drugs, beat him mercilessly and I came in with the killing blow. His blood was everywhere. His skull shattered. Every part of him decorated that room.
It's not a bad effort. You know that I value others' lives over my own, so if I won't hate you for trying to kill me, surely I will because of who else you've killed, right?
You're worthless to me and everyone around you. Look at how quickly this reality turned against you. Your value is minimal and you'll be betrayed when your worth is gone.
When we return to our true reality, I'm killing you. Immediately. Rumi. Akira. I'll find them all. I'll kill them all.
In every reality, you're an idiot. What a surprise, truly.
I'm not afraid of anything. I never am, and never will be.
Stop looking for that sobbing child you think is me. It's not. You 'care' for a murderer. You house the heartless. You like to be hurt, so you surround yourself with those who will enact it.
[ In some ways, they're the same. Maruki wants to prod him further. Goad him into it. Tell him to really put his back into it this time if he intends to make the kill. Give him a challenge to rise up to, and then beat him at it anyway.
He doesn't. Tempers himself. Akechi can't get a rise out of him, and it's too easy to get a rise out of Akechi. It's not a fair fight.
So he simply walks out to the middle of the lantern-lit clearing not far from the machiya and waits, the rigid set of his shoulders the only thing that belies his tension.
Akechi doesn't lie. Not anymore, not to him, not about things that matter. If he thinks he killed Akira, then he killed Akira – but he didn't. Nothing adds up, and no answers will come until Akechi calms down.
And historically, there's only one way to do that. ]
It's only Akechi that stands there in view and immobile. Still as one of the many trees surrounding them.
He's calm because he's a murderer. He's relaxed because nothing about this is new. A mind clearer than it's ever been in the middle of this field because he can visualize a splatter of gore at Maruki's feet, knows it's only a matter of time before he wins this tit for tat. Maruki's strong. Akechi's strong. Maruki's stronger. Akechi's going to win anyway.
He's calm.
So he laughs when Maruki appears in the field, steady as ever. Confident as ever. Determined as ever.
Akechi will ruin it. He wants to ruin it. He wants to ruin him.]
Do you think you would survive in that prison cell? I wonder - it would be so easy to tell Shido who you are, put you in the same position Akira was. Tied up, beaten, drugged relentlessly until any confession came out. We could frame you, frankly, for any number of things. Another corrupt adult hiding at Shujin Academy - it would make the evening news and then you would be as forgotten as a dead couple in a rural town.
[ Maruki listens, to his credit. As ever, he listens. Stopped a dozen paces away from Akechi, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, thumbs rubbing idly over the ridged seam of the fabric.
It's all nonsense, of course. Empty threat after empty threat. Maruki has no doub that Akechi could act on them, but why would he?
What a convoluted thing to do when he could simply kill him outright. He hasn't done anything to warrant a years-long revenge scheme. After all, he's nothing to Akechi, right? ]
Those are certainly interesting hypotheticals. Are you done entertaining yourself with them?
For now, I suppose. I'll have plenty of time in our true reality to decide what to do with a piece of shit like you.
[And he doesn't move. No Loki appears behind him, despite the erratic way it shifts through his whole body - burning his chest whole. It sears. It hurts. He wants to unleash it and doesn't. Because he's learned
over and over.
Over and over.
Over and over-
That Maruki Takuto cannot be beaten with a persona.
It won't stop him.
He'll try.
Over and over.
But Akira defeated Robin Hood. Vague memories of Loki losing to that pathetic fucking team of criminal scum live on as hazy afterthoughts. That false version of him was too weak to see through what needed to be done.
Akechi Goro can. He's stronger - much stronger. Can commit. Can shoot each of them in skull and watch them rot away in the cognitive world - wouldn't bat a fucking eye.]
Aren't you going to attack? Or do you plan to wait until I shoot Akira's skull in again to act?
You would like that, wouldn't you? If I retaliated for this absurd story you're spinning about a death that never occurred in our true reality?
[ It was staged to look like a murder-suicide rings through his head, over and over again. It was a faked suicide, Maruki knows that more certainly than anything. If Akechi was in on that, then he wouldn't be pretending the death was real. Both sides would have been staged.
It's not fake you moron. It happened - I did it. I enjoyed it. I'll do it again and again and again until he stops coming back to life. Do you really hate Kurusu that much? My, maybe you want him to die. Maybe-
[Fury rolls through his heart and incitesLoki, an ever constant presence ready to attack. Yearning for it. Fingers twitch against his sides, but he doesn't move. A gun pressed to his hip. A knife beside it. He can't temper his voice and doesn't want to - this piece of shit is just as worthless as everyone around him. ]
You want someone to kill him. Do your dirty work because you're pretending to care about some trash that will never remember you. Why don't you put him in an ideal world for awhile? Force him to live out your fantasy - you did enjoy that.
[ Akechi lashes out, and it makes contact with its intended target. A festering wound at the most vulnerable part of his underbelly. One only Akechi knows exists. He strikes like a viper, aim unerring and deadly.
Maruki blinks.
Breathes.
Perhaps there's a twitch in the muscle of his tightly set jaw, or the brief clench of his fists in his pockets. But that's it.
He'll ache over that later. Now isn't the time. ]
I don't want any harm to come to Kurusu, just like I don't want any to come to you. But what you've told me doesn't make sense.
[ The most startling, confusing night of his life spent living with Akechi thus far nags at the back of his mind. ]
Are you certain that you killed him? In the true reality?
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These are just facts, Akechi.
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What I told you could be lies - I could have wanted them dead, not Shido. You don't know the truth. You're making 'gut' assumptions that I'm not lying to you, and I am.
I've enjoyed every single death I've caused. Nothing makes me happier.
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Would you like to settle this the old fashioned way? It's been a while, and Kurusu is out.
cw: violent thoughts, murder
Kurusu is out. Kurusu is here. Kurusu is alive. Kurusu breaths the same air, walks down the same steps, eats from the same plates and nestles into a corner of the kotatsu adjacent to Akechi's own spot.
Kurusu who Maruki, more than anything-]
I killed him too.
Shot him right in the face when he was most vulnerable. He thought we were friends because I manipulated him to think that and he paid for it. Shido didn't ask me to kill him - I volunteered to do it. In reality, even. I shot another worthless nobody in that cell as well - just for fun.
I betrayed Akira. I'll do it again. I'll do it to you.
ALRIGHT. OKAY.
And yet, from where I stand - which you've already confirmed is farther along than where you stood – he's alive and well.
Explain to me how that works, Akechi.
CW: murder, gore, drugs lmao
Do you think I spared him in secret?
They filled him with drugs, beat him mercilessly and I came in with the killing blow. His blood was everywhere. His skull shattered. Every part of him decorated that room.
I remember it often. Nothing made me happier.
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It's not a bad effort. You know that I value others' lives over my own, so if I won't hate you for trying to kill me, surely I will because of who else you've killed, right?
cw: murder
Akira looked pathetic up until the very end. He didn't fight back - there was nothing left in him that could.
Perhaps I'll recreate the scene for you tonight. You can see what that that 'gut feeling' truly causes.
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I welcome you to try.
cw: brainwashing talk lmao
It's working, so he continues. It's working, so he keeps going.]
I wonder what happens when you shatter a mind that's been rewritten. I've been fascinated with the idea recently.
Rumi still lives in Tokyo, doesn't she?
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Does it help, Akechi? Hitting every button you can reach in the hope that one will get the reaction you want?
cw: murder
You're worthless to me and everyone around you. Look at how quickly this reality turned against you. Your value is minimal and you'll be betrayed when your worth is gone.
When we return to our true reality, I'm killing you. Immediately. Rumi. Akira. I'll find them all. I'll kill them all.
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In every reality, I care about you. Even when it could or does get me killed. This one is no exception.
Stop wasting time. Are you afraid?
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I'm not afraid of anything. I never am, and never will be.
Stop looking for that sobbing child you think is me. It's not. You 'care' for a murderer. You house the heartless. You like to be hurt, so you surround yourself with those who will enact it.
You're so pathetic.
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I hate you. I can't wait until you're a goddamn corpse. When I kill you, it'll feel better than shooting Akira.
All the the other Phantom Thieves too - they're on a list to be murdered soon. I wonder how many losses you can really take before you snap entirely.
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He doesn't. Tempers himself. Akechi can't get a rise out of him, and it's too easy to get a rise out of Akechi. It's not a fair fight.
So he simply walks out to the middle of the lantern-lit clearing not far from the machiya and waits, the rigid set of his shoulders the only thing that belies his tension.
Akechi doesn't lie. Not anymore, not to him, not about things that matter. If he thinks he killed Akira, then he killed Akira – but he didn't. Nothing adds up, and no answers will come until Akechi calms down.
And historically, there's only one way to do that. ]
cw: violent thoughts! DRUGS! MURDER
calm.
There's no Loki. No Robin Hood. No gun or knife.It's only Akechi that stands there in view and immobile. Still as one of the many trees surrounding them.
He's calm because he's a murderer. He's relaxed because nothing about this is new. A mind clearer than it's ever been in the middle of this field because he can visualize a splatter of gore at Maruki's feet, knows it's only a matter of time before he wins this tit for tat. Maruki's strong. Akechi's strong. Maruki's stronger. Akechi's going to win anyway.
He's calm.
So he laughs when Maruki appears in the field, steady as ever. Confident as ever. Determined as ever.
Akechi will ruin it. He wants to ruin it. He wants to ruin him.]Do you think you would survive in that prison cell? I wonder - it would be so easy to tell Shido who you are, put you in the same position Akira was. Tied up, beaten, drugged relentlessly until any confession came out. We could frame you, frankly, for any number of things. Another corrupt adult hiding at Shujin Academy - it would make the evening news and then you would be as forgotten as a dead couple in a rural town.
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It's all nonsense, of course. Empty threat after empty threat. Maruki has no doub that Akechi could act on them, but why would he?
What a convoluted thing to do when he could simply kill him outright. He hasn't done anything to warrant a years-long revenge scheme. After all, he's nothing to Akechi, right? ]
Those are certainly interesting hypotheticals. Are you done entertaining yourself with them?
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[And he doesn't move. No Loki appears behind him, despite the erratic way it shifts through his whole body - burning his chest whole. It sears. It hurts. He wants to unleash it and doesn't. Because he's learned
over and over.
That Maruki Takuto cannot be beaten with a persona.
It won't stop him.
Over and over.
But Akira defeated Robin Hood. Vague memories of Loki losing to that pathetic fucking team of criminal scum live on as hazy afterthoughts. That false version of him was too weak to see through what needed to be done.Akechi Goro can. He's stronger - much stronger. Can commit. Can shoot each of them in skull and watch them rot away in the cognitive world - wouldn't bat a fucking eye.]
Aren't you going to attack? Or do you plan to wait until I shoot Akira's skull in again to act?
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[ It was staged to look like a murder-suicide rings through his head, over and over again. It was a faked suicide, Maruki knows that more certainly than anything. If Akechi was in on that, then he wouldn't be pretending the death was real. Both sides would have been staged.
Nothing adds up. Not at all. ]
I won't give you what you want. Try again.
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[Fury rolls through his heart and incites Loki, an ever constant presence ready to attack. Yearning for it. Fingers twitch against his sides, but he doesn't move. A gun pressed to his hip. A knife beside it. He can't temper his voice and doesn't want to - this piece of shit is just as worthless as everyone around him. ]
You want someone to kill him. Do your dirty work because you're pretending to care about some trash that will never remember you. Why don't you put him in an ideal world for awhile? Force him to live out your fantasy - you did enjoy that.
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Maruki blinks.
Breathes.
Perhaps there's a twitch in the muscle of his tightly set jaw, or the brief clench of his fists in his pockets. But that's it.
He'll ache over that later. Now isn't the time. ]
I don't want any harm to come to Kurusu, just like I don't want any to come to you. But what you've told me doesn't make sense.
[ The most startling, confusing night of his life spent living with Akechi thus far nags at the back of his mind. ]
Are you certain that you killed him? In the true reality?
[ There's a weight to those last four words. ]
cw: SUICIDAL SOMETHING, MURDER, VIOLENT THOUGHTS
cw suicide, gore i guess, gun violence, near death experience ha ha yay
cw suicide, gore, gun violence, murder, emeto, suicidal ideation
cw gore, blood, emeto, ha ha yay new icons just for akechi threads
cw gore, blood, emeto, suicidal ideation maybe
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cw needles
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cw violence gore etc
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i'm going somewhere with this i swear
even if u weren't do u think I care kill me in one shot or ten
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hehehe cw just. gross medical shit
awwwww mamaruki CW: gross shit
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