He doesn't disagree - every world, every reality, every meshing timeline molds into-
Something unique. Something that's only theirs. Even to Kurusu, Akechi couldn't begin to sort and unweave the multitudes of webs that tied together all those months ago. Doesn't know if there will ever be a time when Maruki's heartbeat doesn't ring in his ears in the dead of night. A persistent thump, thump, thump from when he was a child, and wasn't.
A world where Akechi wanted nothing more than to kill Maruki Takuto where he stood and tear that false dream of his to shreds. Dead, alive, and fighting someone warped by his own godhood and abilities.]
It was only for us.
[As quiet as the lapping water, through the hazy heat.]
Consider the matter resolved. It's of our benefit for her to be clueless about what we truly know and if she comes from a false world with a different version of you-
That's for her to sort out, not us. Our experiences will never line up with her own and frankly, I don't care if they do. For the remainder of our time here, I will only acknowledge the Maruki Takuto that arrived here from Christmas Eve, distraught and hiding from vicious goblins, and no others.
He knew this wouldn't be a difficult conversation. Even if it was hard to find the right words for all the nebulous realities and their feelings on them, he knew that once he found them, it would go smoothly. Very rarely can Maruki walk into a conversation with Akechi feeling like he knows exactly how to navigate it, and confident of the ultimate outcome not having too many deviations. On a matter like this, they're perfectly aligned.
He's so grateful.
More grateful than ever.
He shifts in the bath until they're seated side by side. Briefly, he leans to knock his shoulder against Akechi's, but then he sits upright. He doesn't let it linger. ]
I appreciate it. I'll do the same for you, of course.
[ Akira's Akechi is dead. God only knows what happened to Haru's Akechi.
It pains him every minute of every day, but–
In the end, the Akechi who matters most is the one sitting beside him.
All is quiet for a while before Maruki smiles down at the water. ]
I wonder where that goblin is now. Maybe we ought to try to find him sometime.
Planning to exact revenge at long last? I never thought I would see the day. You'll give me a front row seat, won't you?
[There's no revenge in Maruki's future - the comment acts as a playful way to end this talk. A brush against the shoulder. Akechi flicking some water at Maruki's face.
These moments-
he might miss.
More than anything.
And as he submerges his body into the liquid lava around them-
Akechi makes another blithe sort of comment about the vendor that works near his apartment in a well known Tokyo suburb. An area large enough to still require a search, but narrowed down for a would be stalker. He knows Maruki won't miss the implication of that. ]
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He doesn't disagree - every world, every reality, every meshing timeline molds into-
Something unique. Something that's only theirs. Even to Kurusu, Akechi couldn't begin to sort and unweave the multitudes of webs that tied together all those months ago. Doesn't know if there will ever be a time when Maruki's heartbeat doesn't ring in his ears in the dead of night. A persistent thump, thump, thump from when he was a child, and wasn't.
A world where Akechi wanted nothing more than to kill Maruki Takuto where he stood and tear that false dream of his to shreds. Dead, alive, and fighting someone warped by his own godhood and abilities.]
It was only for us.
[As quiet as the lapping water, through the hazy heat.]
Consider the matter resolved. It's of our benefit for her to be clueless about what we truly know and if she comes from a false world with a different version of you-
That's for her to sort out, not us. Our experiences will never line up with her own and frankly, I don't care if they do. For the remainder of our time here, I will only acknowledge the Maruki Takuto that arrived here from Christmas Eve, distraught and hiding from vicious goblins, and no others.
kill me....... please kill me. WANNA WRAP KING??? WANNA KILL ME AND WRAP????
He knew this wouldn't be a difficult conversation. Even if it was hard to find the right words for all the nebulous realities and their feelings on them, he knew that once he found them, it would go smoothly. Very rarely can Maruki walk into a conversation with Akechi feeling like he knows exactly how to navigate it, and confident of the ultimate outcome not having too many deviations. On a matter like this, they're perfectly aligned.
He's so grateful.
More grateful than ever.
He shifts in the bath until they're seated side by side. Briefly, he leans to knock his shoulder against Akechi's, but then he sits upright. He doesn't let it linger. ]
I appreciate it. I'll do the same for you, of course.
[ Akira's Akechi is dead. God only knows what happened to Haru's Akechi.
It pains him every minute of every day, but–
In the end, the Akechi who matters most is the one sitting beside him.
All is quiet for a while before Maruki smiles down at the water. ]
I wonder where that goblin is now. Maybe we ought to try to find him sometime.
hehe wrapped
[There's no revenge in Maruki's future - the comment acts as a playful way to end this talk. A brush against the shoulder. Akechi flicking some water at Maruki's face.
These moments-
he might miss.
More than anything.And as he submerges his body into the liquid lava around them-
Akechi makes another blithe sort of comment about the vendor that works near his apartment in a well known Tokyo suburb. An area large enough to still require a search, but narrowed down for a would be stalker. He knows Maruki won't miss the implication of that. ]