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( katarina )
“The damage is pretty much done.”
They can still fix it but today, I learned things I didn’t want. This was a bit too sudden but it’s a bit closer to adulthood! Which I hope to enjoy this time!
Ah, geez.
“Ah...In that case...” Rubs the back of his head...awkward. “Can’t say I’m great at advice’n all, but don’t think too hard about it? A good nap helps me forget a lot of things, if I’m bein’ honest....”
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“Aaaah, well, ‘s not like it’s my place to judge....but ya know, there are a lot of innocent ears here. Soooo, let’s keep it clean and such, ‘kay?”
Not the most ideal thing to wake up from a nap to, but he shouldn’t be surprised at this point.
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( yagen )
‘Can’t forget your elders, huh.’
‘Take this.’ He hands over a box of store brought chocolate in fancy purple and gold packaging. Chances are it comes from the bakery where Fudou works.
‘Are you eating alright besides chocolate?’ Doctor’s hours start now.
“Oh, Yagen...as expected, aren’t you dependable.” Nice to know he can rely on someone around here. He’ll just take that box of chocolates, thank you very much. And pop one in his mouth, while he’s at it.
“This is pretty good...you must be workin’ pretty hard to get stuff like this, huh? Guess I owe you my thanks and all that.” Munch, munch. Good thing he can chew and talk. “Sure, sometimes. Gotta say, though, I miss the dining hall. Cooking for myself...that’s a little too much work, isn’t it?”
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Is he sleeping over at her house for Valentine’s? Well, whatever. Come morning, Akashi would wake to find a full spread of breakfast waiting by the side and a beautifully wrapped present in the center of it all.
Opening it up reveals a holiday themed (by that we mean chocolate-flavored) gift!
Of course, there’s the usual handwritten note attached to its side, this time scented gently with roses.
DEAR MAN WITH THE PRETTY EYES,
PLEASE EAT THIS TO SLEEP LOTS AND LOTS. ALSO I GOT YOUR MEASUREMENTS FOR PAJAMAS TO HELP YOU SLEEP BETTER BUT I DIDN’T FINISH SEWING THEM IN TIME. SORRY.
THEY WILL HAVE WATERMELON PRINTS TO MATCH YOUR PUPILS. I DON’T MIND NOT SEEING THEM AS MUCH IF YOU’RE STAYING HERE FOREVER!!
ENJOY BREAKFAST!!! I’LL BE BACK AFTER DELIVERING MORE CHOCOLATES!!!
- Maybelline Aurora Raven Yolanda Seraphim Ululani Eacret
P.S. UR REALLY REALLY CUTE YAY <3
P.P.S. U SHOULD TELL ME UR FAV FOODS TOO ;)
P.P.P.S. PPL KEPT TEXTING YOU SO I TOOK YOUR PHONE AWAY FOR NOW SO YOU CAN SLEEP!
“Ah, this is...”
A predicament. No, it’s definitely a predicament. Now, he’s not a man to disregard anybody’s good will, considering his aversion to doing anything himself, but doesn’t this set off some alarms? He’s lazy, not stupid ( despite the fact he’s sleeping on somebody else’s couch ).
It takes him a few moments to shake off the vestiges of sleep to process it properly, but when he does, man. This is...a lot. Naturally, he does take what she’s given him; it’d be pretty rude not to. He also takes the time to peek around to find where his phone has been hidden, with multiple texts from Monoyoshi and Yagen flashing on the screen to accompany the bright red of the dying battery.
Akashi is almost out the door before he takes another look around the room. She did let him stay here, so...leaving without warning did seem too much, despite the fact her, er, lovingly written note seemed to crawl under his skin.
A couple moments later, he’s out the door faster than the eye can see, a note left on the counter with a simple thank you and a bullshit lie about having to check in with his doctor.
Happy Valentines.
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( mary sue )
Uwahh, what a nice voice! It’s just the kind of lethargic, half-hearted drawl to put you to sleep on rainy afternoons.
“Archimedes! We’re right down the street from my house.” Isn’t that convenient. Mary Sue pats the man reassuringly on his chest (hm, firm!) as she beams in approval. “If you want to keep sleeping, you can do it there!”
“In fact, keep being as lazy as you want! You’re cute, so I’ll take care of you as long as you don’t run away~”
His eyes were definitely his best feature. As pretty as gems!
“Um, you’re not married or anything, right?” She didn’t see a ring, but it never hurt to check.
“Mm, that far, huh...” Rather than run off like a normal person should, he simply shrugs off the comments, as well as the hand on his chest. Not the weirdest thing he’s experienced so far. At least there’s been no teeth yet. “You’re pretty kind...thanks, thanks. After all, even if you tried to push me to do something, I wouldn’t do it.”
Isn’t this kind of dangerous? To a normal person, anyway. If Yagen were here, he’d definitely never hear the end of it. Or maybe he’d just leave him to his fate. It’d probably depend on the day, now that he thinks about it.
“Ah, well, I’ll have to go back at some point...I’ll get scolded if I don’t, after all.” He’s honest, but the last thing he needs is to be hunted down. Besides, his own bed is the comfiest. The question is what earns the knitting of his eyebrows as he blinks, neck aching somewhat from craning it up. Odd thing to ask....
“Ah, nope, can’t say I am. That’s not really on the table for such a lazy guy like me, ya see....special circumstances, and all that.”
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“Ooooh, so this is one of those fancy modern holidays. Feelings sure are great, huh?
Well, that bein’ said...if you got any spare candy, I’ll gladly take it off your hands.”
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( luckyblade )
“Akashi-sama!”
When Akashi almost choked, Monoyoshi had to restrain himself from trying to help. By this point he expected that the moment he touched Akashi it would turn from a simple spit-take into the tachi swallowing his entire straw.
At least Akashi seemed alright once he’d recovered.
“If Kikkou-nii knew… It would only worry him. I don’t think I could spot the woman in a crowd, anyway.”
“… It would be best if I could find a way to restore my luck, then these sorts of things wouldn’t happen in the first place. And then Kikkou-nii wouldn’t have to be looking out for me like he does now.”
While he was one of the smallest wakizashi, Monoyoshi looked particularly childish as he put his head down on the table and stared at the condensation forming on his drink.
“I’m sorry, Akashi-sama, I didn’t mean to spoil lunch.”
While Monoyoshi is certainly not his brother, his words do manage to put a small frown on the tachi’s lips; a sizable feat, considering his inhuman ability to brush even the most serious of things off. He’s barely ever even scolded Hotarumaru and Aizen, so he’s not too sure he could even do it here, but...
“Can’t say it’s really my place to say anything but...you’ll probably have to tell him eventually, if he doesn’t find out. Oh, but if he does, just know it won’t be from me, yeah?” His head lightly rolls, cheek pressing into the back of his hand as he examines the other, exhaling a deep breath as he closes his eyes.
When he opens them again, the smaller sword is looking like a defeated child, and Akashi has to suppress a groan as he gently pushes his meal to the side. A fast food restaurant is probably not the best place to have this conversation, but considering it’s not usually his thing, anything will do.
“Ahh, don’t worry about it...I was getting full, anyway. This stuff fills ya up fast.” A lie, but he says it so casually it’s at least hopefully convincing. Flicking a stray fry to the side, his gaze slides off to the side so he doesn’t come off as too intense, absentmindedly licking stray flecks of salt from the pad of his thumb.
“But, you know...luck or no luck, he probably looks out for you because that’s his job. Sure, sure, we’re swords’n all, but we’ve still got family...that’s what family does, after all. Or somethin’ like that.” A dismissive wave of the hand. “See, I’m not exactly good at pep talks, so feel free to not take anything I say too seriously.”
#( MONOYOSHI SADAMUNE ) luckyblade.2#luckyblade#giving life advice in the back booth of a mcdonalds like aruji intended
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( eusyram )
@akadaisical:
There’s a man sprawled on the sidewalk.
Correction.
There’s a really hot guy lying unconscious on the pavement!
Mary Sue looks around. Nobody seems to be paying attention, so…
“Alright, you’re coming home with me!”
She’s stronger than she looks, so it doesn’t take much effort to hook her arms around Metrosexual Megane’s torso and start dragging him down the street. Score!
Akashi Kuniyuki is sprawled on the sidewalk.
Or rather, he was sprawled on the sidewalk.
Now, he’s somewhere else. He wasn’t here before, was he? No, he wasn’t. And on top of that, he awakens to the presence of arms wrapped firmly around his torso. Delicate arms, which prompt him to blink a few moments as he considers his position.
...Well, he’s not freaking out, but he will tilt his head back enough to catch a glimpse of a distinctively unfamiliar feminine face.
Hopefully, this one won’t try to eat him.
“...Ahhh. Sorry, but where am I? If you’re just movin’ me, I appreciate the effort, miss...” A stifled yawn, and he looks down towards his feet, awkwardly dragging on the pavement. “You can just leave me here, though...I don’t feel like doing annny~thing, so there’s no point in putting me anywhere else.”
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“Uh, well....human or not, why don’t we all try to get along? Let’s take it easy for now...getting all worked up over it is a little too much work.”
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Master, we brought lunch!
You’re eating here today, right?
Its delicious when we all eat together, isn’t it?
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This is more effort than it’s worth.
Chasing a body double halfway across the city is not how he’d prefer to be spending his day, but as tiring as it was, he didn’t really want to die, you know? He very much enjoyed living as lazily as possible, not to mention he’d never hear the end of it from the others....
And, well...there’s some people he just can’t leave behind, so slacking is unfortunately not an option.
( it never seems like it’s an option in the first place, must to his chagrin )
Their lives may be different, as well as their histories, their blood, but they are both Akashi Kuniyuki at their core. The dot moves fast as he does, like some sort of sick chase scene from one of those weird ‘cartoons’ that he sees on the TVs in store windows as he goes about his day. The blinking dot is almost seared into his retinas as he darts about the street, avoiding confused bystanders and other scuffles along the way, the unpleasant thought of a slow-acting poison seeping through his veins the longer he waits propelling him forward.
There’s a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin by the time it finally starts to slow down; and he should hope so, considering he’s had a wild goose chase all the way throughout this entire damn place. Around and around they had gone, he’s surprised the other hadn’t darted into one of the newfound areas that he’s only managed to hear about in passing. Through one ward, then two and three, a hand swipes across his forehead and brushes away sweat-soaked strands as he brings up his phone to check to see if his progress has slowed any since the last time he checked.
He’s stopped.
At the edge of Cotes, skirting Golden, the blinking dot sits unmoving, as if taunting him. He doubts someone like himself would think of something truly unpleasant, but despite what he claims, Akashi has seen enough battlefields to know he shouldn’t let his guard down as he pockets the device and breaks into another unrelenting sprint. With luck, knowing himself, that dot won’t be moving for at least a while. And a while is just what he needs.
Man, though...his legs are really gonna hate him for this after this, but what can you do?
The slight burn has reached his lungs by the time he steps foot on the sand. The slight give beneath his feet is a welcome sensation compared to concrete and asphalt, and bright eyes glint in the slight glow on the moon as he slowly makes his way forward. He’s searching, seeking, for the one person he could never mistake for another. The face he sees whenever he passes a storefront, whenever he looks in the mirror in the morning.
Akashi Kuniyuki finds himself sprawled out on the beach, the waves gently lapping at his feet and a tired gaze staring up at the stars.
From beyond the coast, a slight glow stirs beneath the waves.
“Aaaah...you caught me, huh. Guess that’s that.”
It’s odd, he’ll admit. Hearing your own voice address you? Yeesh. Still, the other body doesn’t move, closing his eyes as Akashi hones in on the matching sheen of sweat that seems to coat his face ( is it from the running? or is it from the disease that ravages him from the inside out, slowly corroding his brain, robbing him of reasoning? ), and takes a moment to consider his options.
He sits. Right beside the splayed out body double, who’s loose t-shirt seems too cold for the chilly night air that seems to seep through the skin and chill the bones.
There’s silence for a moment, the only sound being the water and the slightest noises of the cityscape. He’s not really a negotiator, to be honest, but at least this guy seems to be agreeable. A hand gently scratches at dark wavy locks, the only action he allows himself before heaving a sigh.
“Man~, when I talked about wanting a vacation, I can’t say this was what I had in mind....”
“...You, too? Hm, seems we both got it hard.”
“You could say that again.” This would almost be relaxing, if one of two Akashi Kuniyukis wasn’t a ticking time bomb that will bring them both down in only a matter of time.
“...Listen, there’s no hard feelings here, yeah? It’s not like I’ve got anything against you, but — “
“ — But you’ve got something you want to protect too, right.”
He wasn’t anticipating being cut off, and it draws his gaze back to the other’s prone form. One hand has pressed against his head, the look in mirrored green eyes...tense. The memories that intermingle with his own tell him what it is, and with an exasperated sigh Akashi returns to staring out over the water.
“You know, they seem like good kids.”
They are good kids. They’re great kids. They’re his kids, and no matter how many times they fling him around and scold him for his laziness, he wouldn’t trade them for anything else in the world. He doesn’t let things get to him usually, but after so long, he’s actually started to miss the childish pouts and complaining that would occur whenever he’d ruffle their hair, or state how he didn’t feel like doing anything.
Hotarumaru, Aizen — they waited so long. Amidst the pushing and shoving and small legs kicking him in the middle of the night, they were content together. And he can see it’s the same with this mirror image. His memories are hazy, blurred at the edges, just like the other’s, but despite the downs there’s the ups as well. No matter how much he’d complain about having to do all the work to support his brother, he still cared about him. Why else would he go through the effort in the first place?
Geez...now he’s getting sentimental.
His phone feels heavy in his grip, like a weighted stone, or one of the baubles Aizen tends to slip into his pockets before he leaves on a sortie. The night is young, but their time is limited — they both know it. Akashi pretends not to notice as he fiddles with the device for a second, only pausing once a voice pierces the silence.
“I’m not gonna hold a grudge or anything, if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m more than willing to get out of here and relax some more.”
“That so? Glad to hear it. Can’t say I’m really interested in having any bad blood with myself, if that makes sense.”
The brightness of the app splashes across his face and casts shadows, a sight that knits the normal Akashi’s eyes together as he tries to push away the sudden apprehension. It’s fine, he’s not thinking straight. Can’t blame the guy, even if he is him, for being nervous.
“...Sorry to ask, but....can you do me a favor?”
“Mmm?” The phone halts mid-air, and a thumb hovers over the button as the other sits up straight to stare into his eyes with a sharpness that rivals his own. It doesn’t take long for it to click, for the chipped remnants of a history that isn’t his own to give him a hint. The familiar blond face comes to mind, and slots the answer in place like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle. There’s a heave of the chest, and with a shrug of the shoulders, the tachi clicks his tongue.
“Well...can’t be helped, can’t be helped. Guess if it’s a personal request, there’s nothing to do about it. Right, consider it done...then I’ll luckily get to sleep for a week.”
The silence takes over again, but that’s not to say he doesn’t get an answer. In the last moments before a bright flash of light fills his vision, he catches a glimpse of a small smile.
Wherever he’s going, the sword can only hope it’s a better place than this.
And then he’s alone, a lone soul with only the moon for company.
Akashi releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding, flopping backwards with his phone landing idly in the sand beside his fingers. How funny, he looks exactly like how the other had when he’d first stepped foot onto the shore. Probably feels just as tired, too.
Really, he came such a long way. So, even if it’s in a place like this, it’s fine. He worked hard, and even if the Saniwa weren’t here to tell him so, he knows he deserves a reward for his efforts.
With one last final thought to a life that wasn’t his, he lets his eyes close.
Just for a while.
#( SUBVERSION. PART 2 ) EVENT.3#sometimes you gotta go balls off the walls and post a drabble at 4 am#anyway how y'all doin#isola drabble
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( monoyoshi )
“I’m glad you’ve recovered, Akashi-sama.”
Monoyoshi took a hesitant sip of his own drink. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this style of food, but Akashi seemed to like it, and he had been right when he said it was very affordable.
“I, um…” It wasn’t like him to pause like that, but he needed the moment to organize his thoughts.
“I think I died.”
The awkward smile he gave doesn’t cut the tension he’s feeling quite like he hoped it would.
“I was trying to help a woman escape from the monsters and she… had a knife. I shouldn’t have let my guard down like that.”
Well, he was expecting a lot of things...but he can say that wasn’t one of them. That’s pretty obvious by the way he chokes on his next sip, turning his head to slam a fist onto his chest as he coughs. It takes a moment to get it out of his system, and despite the looks the other patrons send them for his near-death display, his attention has fully turned back to the wakizashi.
“Aaaah, geez, that’s — “ That’s...he doesn’t really know what to say, actually. A hand slowly reaches up to rub at his hair, elbow leaning into the table as he stares at the cracked white restaurant tabletop for a few moments to process it.
“...Man, you’re serious, aren’t you?” No, the other sword isn’t the type to joke about things like that. Appetite suddenly waning, the tachi leans back in his seat with a heaving sigh, like a deflating balloon.
“Now, see, I’ve gone and made everything serious...what a mess. And here I was hoping to avoid anything awkward.” It takes a moment before he straightens up, leaning on his hands as he stares through clear lenses at the smaller boy sitting across from him. “But on that note...Don’t suppose you’ve told that brother of yours?”
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It’s the evening when he stumbles in, the sun slowly dipping below the horizon and washing the neighborhood in shades of amber. A single bag of groceries shouldn’t be this heavy, but then again anything involving effort seemed to be too much for him, anyway. The sound the door makes when it clicks shut is drowned out by the steady ambient noise of the television, and once his eyes adjust to the light, he takes in the slightly unkempt living room for the second time that day.
Here we go again.
“Nii~saaaaan...I’m back.” Kicking off his shoes a bit haphazardly, Akashi shuffles across the floor in socked feet, a wide yawn splitting the air to compliment his tired gait. There’s some drawling crime drama on TV...must have been left on the suspense channel. Somebody got distracted by other things.
Speaking of somebodies...
“Aaaah...Nii-san, I know you’re here, you know...did you eat today? I’d really rather not do anything if I don’t have to, so I just bought some cup noodles.”
@tomokiri
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❯_____SUBVERSION
AKASHI KUNIYUKI. 21.
A young adult odd-jobber. As much as he detests working in all forms, his older brother Higekiri’s cluelessness has forced him to take care of most of the things around their home so it doesn’t fall into disarray. When not working, or cooking, or cleaning in his usual half-assed manner, he tends to sleep in a random places around the island or treat himself to something he didn’t have to cook himself. While an unimpressive and lazy person visually, it’s said that whenever he gets into trouble, he can escape it fairly easily....
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“Ah...?” Oh, was he talking? Guess he was. Conversation wasn’t at the forefront of his mind when faced with food, but he supposed he owed the other sword that much at least. Tongue swiping across his lips, the cup is placed back on the table in front of him, the quiet afternoon chatter from the other tables merely background noise. “Nope, it’s all healed, see? Nothin’ to worry about.”
A casual roll of the shoulder, just to back himself up, and Akashi pops another fry in his mouth. Yes, the wonders of modern food. Salty and cheap....although he won’t lie and say he didn’t miss the Citadel’s home cooked meals some days.
“Never did hear how you fared, though...any trouble? I’d give you my take, but, well, I guess that part’s pretty obvious.”
@luckyblade
#luckyblade#( MONOYOSHI SADAMUNE ) luckyblade.2#remember that time i got bit by a zombie...good times
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( yeahgen )
Always nice when Akashi’s slacking actually works in your favor.
‘But now you actually deserve your rest.’
‘Seriously. What were you trying to do with a stick of wood? Kill them with the splinters?’
He leans forward to fluff a pillow half-heartedly, then rest his elbow on the bed, one hand cupping the side of his face. From here he has a better view of the tachi and his droopy eyes. All things considered, he looks well. Or maybe he’s so lazy that even dealing with trauma takes too much effort to be worthwhile.
‘Akashi. You didn’t see anything strange?’
It’d just be their luck, for him to face three ghosts of the past in one apocalypse while Akashi got none.
“Hm, true...it is always nice to deserve things. I like to think any effort given by me deserves a good rest, though.” Of course it does; it’s not like he enjoys working in the first place. This was the most exercise he’d had since his last sortie...hard to believe it had already been half a year.
Not that there was much use in dwelling on things like that. Time here clearly flowed at somebody else’s pace.
“We~ll....theft is generally frowned upon, isn’t it? I just made do...it’s not any different from the swords in the training room, if you think about it. Just have to hit them hard enough.” He flexes his fingers, surprised they hadn’t bruised from how hard he’d been grasping the wooden hilt and for how long. He doesn’t take much notice at the other’s expression as his gaze lingers elsewhere, only drawing it back for the question.
“I think you’ll have to be more specific when you say strange...I mean, I saw a head rolling around with no body attached but it was still snapping at me.” He draws out a long hum, leaning back and at least managing to look like he’s thinking about something being strange to Yagen’s standards beyond the shambling corpses. Hm....
#yeahgen#( YAGEN TOUSHIROU ) yeahgen.2#that's right#now let's talk about your feelings#by that i mean you talk and i listen if i dont fall asleep
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