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durativo · 5 years

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Sleepy V and Dante

Sleepy 🌙💤 Ship Meme

Do they cuddle together to sleep or not?

Often. V gets cold fast, and Dante is very warm. More importantly he just loves feeling V’s skin all over, he hopes it’s not too annoying, but from what he can tell, V enjoys it a lot. Sometimes it takes up a long time of just petting his hair back and running his fingers over his sides and hips. V usually falls asleep first, and then Dante usually slows himself down.

Who stays up later? Do they read in bed and cuddle or come to bed quietly later?

If they are at work, Dante usually collapses into bed pretty fast and it’s V who joins him later. Dante can sleep pretty well, so if V wants to lay there and read, he can flick on the lights and lay himself beside Dante with no problems. Still, he prefers to just lay down once Dante is home, unless what he’s reading has him really invested.

Who falls asleep on the couch/elsewhere by mistake and who pouts because they were left alone in bed?

Dante. V tries not to pout too much. Dante did say he’s small enough that he can probably fit on the couch with him. But he’d rather not risk the chance of falling off of it. He does come by and pet Dante’s hair back and kiss him quietly, but he doesn’t tell Dante he does it. Dante knows anyway.

Separate blankets? (Separate beds?)

Nope, Dante will let V bundle up in his blanket since he’s usually so cold, and then wrap himself around V. If it’s really cold, like V’s first winter, he’ll definitely bring out bigger blankets and cuddle together underneath it. Dante does hog the blanket on accident, but he tries not to.

Who wants all the pillows and who shakes their head in disbelief from their very reasonable single pillow?

Nobody. V can sleep in harsh conditions and so can Dante. Not that they want to, but pillow hoarding is wholly unnecessary, V may sometimes have more pillows because his body can be a bit more sore than Dante -- Dante is the one who can regen, after all. Still, unless there’s a reason for the pillows, they wont be having very many.

Snoring?

V is very quiet when he sleeps. He doesn’t move much either if at all. He kind of sleeps like a corpse. Dante on the other hand can be a bit mumbling, and he twitches a lot and grumbles words, and on top of that he has started to snore more recently, maybe the past five or ten years. He’s definitely like that almost every night, it can be a little hard to deal with. If someone touches him though, that usually does the trick, and calms him down from his visions and mumbling. The snoring will deepen though.

Restless sleeper/kicks in their sleep?

Dante, like I said, although at times V can do the same, V’s movements are not so erratic and terrified. Even in his restless sleep, he curls up, shaking, holding his breath and gasping, hiding even in his dreams, just so that devils and other demons will not find him and attack him. Dante doesn’t really realize that, but the way he curls up and brings his knees close makes Dante think of a cat curling up. It’s almost cute.

Talks in their sleep?

Dante. V does too, but not as often, and definitely not murmuring about his ‘mommy’ as often if at all. Dante usually doesn’t hear him talking. Like the twitching, if he did it, he learned quickly not to do it so he could actually sleep without being discovered by devils.

Who has worse nightmares?

V. Dante may be more vocal and kicking and murmuring, but Dante can brush it off pretty quickly and without too much terror. If V has a particularly nasty nightmare, it can haunt him in the daytime, he needs to cope by distracting himself and possibly sinking into a more comfortably thing to do like reading to get his thoughts off of what he saw. Dante only picked up on it much later on, since V tends to internalize it. On those days he’s particularly jumpy and twitchy, say if Dante touches his shoulder.

How do they handle their own/each other’s nightmares?

If Dante finally starts to spot V’s nightmare reactions he’ll pull V forward and try to wake him. Grasp him in his arms and squeeze him and pet his hair and kiss his forehead and just hug him tightly. As for V, he doesn’t go as dramatic and doesn’t wake Dante, but when Dante murmurs his for mom V tries to cover his mouth and encourage him to stop, and slowly circle his cheek with his thumb and slide it along his face.

Do they have trouble sleeping when they’re apart?

Only after they started sleeping together. (Nah, who am I kidding, they’ve had trouble sleeping apart for 34 years.) They do however, get over it pretty quickly and try to sleep if they are really exhausted.

Who wakes up earlier? Do they wake the other, slip out quietly, or just laze contentedly for a while?

V. He lays there, just staring over Dante’s body, and sighing, probably watching the sunrise to the sound of Dante’s snoring. Once he’s had his fill of that, he’ll get out of bed once the hour is reasonable enough, and start to groom himself before going right back to laying down so Dante has something beautiful to wake up to. Not to mention Dante usually doesn’t shower and is a gross disaster of a man at times so he probably rubs his burning eyes and sees V all prim and proper and it encourages him to shower. (It doesn’t, but at least he’ll wash his face and shave or something.)

How do mornings go once they’re awake? (On relaxing days or an average day?)

Dante will groom himself, change his clothes, slather deodorant on, unless he’s real desperate, then he may actually take a hot shower that lasts way too long. Some months in V does learn to make some food on his own, but Dante and V usually have cereal if they eat together, just slow and quiet mornings. Dante without fail will see V doing something mundane like making the coffee and just wrap his arms around V’s waist and kiss all over the back of his head and nuzzle his hair, and nuzzle his neck, and whisper softly to him while his breath reeks of morning toothpaste, and cereal, and probably whiskey -- and he just holds him there for a long time until he feels ready enough to let go, which is usually never, but V has to finish cooking or making coffee so they do split ways.

#fragilehunter #dantev #long post #shippy stuff #shipping meme

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robotlit · 3 years

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“Scene Queen”

[PROMPT: You are a scene queen in the year 2005! You love Hello Kitty, anime, Manic Panic, and hot emo boys. You have 20,000 MySpace friends, and someone in your Top 8 just gave you tickets to a super-secret concert in the city tonight.]

In fact, you're so happy right now that you don't even notice when you fall off the bed and into the floor.

When you wake up, it's morning. You look at yourself in the mirror and see that you've gained a few pounds since last night, but nothing too out of the ordinary for you. You also notice that you still have a bit of stubble on your chin.

"Shaving today," you say, staring into the mirror.

You get dressed in a black cowl-necked sweater and black skinny jeans. You comb your hair and apply a little clear lip gloss, then get your bag and head out the door.

The walk to school is pretty boring, as usual. You think about what you'll talk to Tom about when you see him. You think about how you wish your best friend in the whole world was still alive. Maybe it'd be easier if he was. Maybe you'd even fall in love.

You arrive at school, which is pretty empty save for a few walking corpses. Class is just starting, so you go sit in the corner of your first period class and wait for everyone to arrive. You don't have too much to do during the class itself, so you mostly zone out. Still, your mind wanders to Grace. Why had she decided to go kill herself last night? Was it really that bad? Were there other causes other than those lesbians that were bothering her?

You think back to your high school years. Sure, Grace had come out, but it didn't seem to bother her too much. She didn't really change her attitude or anything.

"Hello," a voice says, waking you from your thoughts. You look up at the speaker. It's Tom.

"Hey," you reply.

"I saw you sitting here in the corner. Were you waiting for me?"

"Yeah," you nod. "How have you been? What have you been up to?"

"I've been okay," he shrugs. "I'm still in this town, still in this school. Almost all my old friends are dead now."

"Really? I had thought that you moved."

“No, I said almost all of them. I still remember the ones who moved. I don't have anything to do with them anymore. They're in a different league than me. You seem to have a lot of questions for me. I'm still sitting here. Would you like to ask me anything?"

"Yeah, what were you planning to do after high school?" you ask.

"After high school... I don't know. Go travelling I guess. See the world. Then I got my AA, and then... well then the infection happened. After that, nothing. I guess I fell into depression. After the infection spread, most of my friends were dead. I didn't have anything to do. So I came back here. Surprised nobody bothered me."

"Well, there's a group of kids that travel around the city in a U-haul. They do scavenging jobs and stuff. They even have a community protecting them out of some building they found. It's in the east part of the city. They recruited me when I was 15. I'm now... I'm now 16 I guess. I stayed out of the city center entirely. It's called 'The Pockets'."

"Is that so? So what happened to the others in your group? Did they die?"

"Well, there was the guy who ran the thing, and I think two girls. I think one of them killed herself, the other one went crazy and killed her boyfriend. The last one died of natural causes... I think. It was a while ago."

"That's terrible," Tom says, shaking his head. "I had two friends in high school. They also killed themselves. It's been a problem in our generation. I don't know what to do."

"I don't think you should blame yourself," you suggest. "I mean, how could you know what was going on inside their heads?"

"I guess. I mean... I don't know. I have so many questions. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's been a long time. They're here with us always, and in our hearts. Don't forget to put them there."

"I won't," Tom says with a nod. "Thank you for talking to me. I feel a little less depressed after our conversation."

"I'm happy to be of help. I have to go now. My first period is starting."

"Okay. Thank you again, and goodbye. I like your shirt. The song is lovely. I also like your haircut."

"Thanks... Um, I like your ears. They're cute. I'll see you later. Goodbye."

You walk away from Tom. You can feel his large, brown eyes on you the whole time, following your every move.

"Are you sure you don't want to come back with me? We could exchange phone numbers," Tom says from behind you. You can feel your face heat up, not because it's warm, but because you're embarrassed.

"I can't do that, Tom. We're only meet-cutes. It's not going to be a relationship."

"I know. That's what makes it so hard. I really like you, you know. I really like your ears. They're so... furry."

The bell for first period to start ringing. "Well, I have to go," you say.

"Okay. See you later, Zee. Give my regards to your furry ears. They're so cute."

"Goodbye, Tom. Give my regards to your friends."

You walk away from Tom. You don't look back, because you can feel his eyes on you the whole time. It's been a long time since you've had this much attention on you, and it's a little overwhelming.

You enter the school building, walking down the hallways with a few other people. Eventually, you end up in the same class together. The teacher starts passing out textbooks, and you open yours. You learn that it's going to be a long school year.

The next couple of days pass, and Tom tries to talk to you a few times. You feel awkward about the whole thing, so you just dismiss him. You don't want to seem like you're leading him on.

On Thursday, he stops you as you're walking to your next class. "Zee," he says, "can we talk?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," you reply.

"Please? Pretty please? With... a... cherry on top?"

Now you feel really awkward. "Fine," you say. "Let's go outside and talk."

You walk outside with Tom, and sit on the steps of the school.

"So..." Tom says, trailing off.

"So...," you reply.

"You're really pretty," Tom says. "And your ears are so... furry."

You feel yourself blushing again. "Well... thanks," you say.

"I like your friends too. Is it hard being friends with someone so much prettier than you?"

"It is hard. But I made some, so it's not so bad."

"I like your friends anyway. They're nice. Especially the one with the tail. I really like your ears. They're so cute. And fuzzy."

"Thanks, I think."

"I have a question. Do all your friends have ears like yours?" Tom asks.

"What do you mean? Like this." You put your hand up to your ear, and Tom does the same.

"No. Much longer. And a lot bigger. More furry," Tom says.

You think you know what he's asking, and you nod. "Yes. All of my friends are furry Eared," you reply.

Tom's mouth gapes a little, before he lets out a laugh.

"I like you," Tom says, "You're funny."

"You're weird," you reply.

"That's for sure," Tom says, standing. "I have to go."

"Okay."

You walk in silence to your next class. You don't talk to most people on a daily basis, so you have trouble making conversation. It's not really something you ever really tried to do before.

After school, you walk home with Tom following you, as he does most days. He likes to walk home with you, even though he lives only a few houses away. He says it's because he stole your pack the first time you met, and he doesn't want to give it back. You don't really think he'd try to mug you or anything if that were true. He's been hanging around you for so long now, it seems more like he likes your company.

When you walk in the door, your mom is there.

"Zee, I saw Tom outside, walking around the house. What's going on? Why are you still hanging around this guy, Zee?"

You don't have an answer.

"You know what? I don't want to deal with this. I'm cutting all contact with you. If you want to talk to each other, go ahead. Otherwise, don't. But I'm not going to be around for it. And I don't want to see you. So goodbye, Zee. I'll see you on the inside when you leave for college, and I hope you have a lot of fun doing that. Goodbye, Tom. See you later."

Your mom turns around, walking out of the room. Tom looks at you, and you give him a small smile. He smiles back, before following your mom into the house.

You're by yourself now. The silence makes you a little sad. After a few minutes, you hear a knock at the door.

"Zee? Are you home?" a voice asks.

"No, I'm out," you reply.

"Can you open up? I really want to see you."

You shrug, opening the door up.

"Zee, I really like you. Will you go out with me?"

You stare at the ground.

"Do you want to go out with me?"

Well, this is a first.

"Yeah," you reply.

You hear a sigh from the other side of the door.

"Well, I guess that's a no then."

The door is pulled open to reveal Carter.

"Hello," he says, his smile dropping as you stare at him in silence. "You're not going out with me, are you?" he asks.

You shake your head.

"No. Sorry. I don't have time."

Carter frowns. "I see. So you won't go out with me, but another guy complained about you not returning his romantic feelings?"

"What? No. I don't have time for that. I'm busy with school and... and..."

"Doing cocaine and having groupies?"

You stare at him, before bursting into laughter.

"Yeah... a bit of both, I guess."

Carter frowns. "I just don't understand why you're not interested in me. We get on so well."

You shrug, scratching behind your ear. "Maybe I'm just not into guys."

Carter stares at you for a few moments, before shrugging. "Fine, I'll leave you be. I'll see you later, Zee."

"Bye, Carter."

Carter walks off, leaving you alone in the hallway. You continue on to your room, collapsing onto your bed.

You think about the guys that have approached you in the past, wondering why you don't feel anything for them. You think back to when you had a crush on the boy who played bass in the garage band you used to book when you were fifteen. You never told him, and he moved away two years later. You were glad, because it meant you didn't have to feel bad about yourself anymore.

You moved on, but your love of music stayed with you. It became your way of escaping reality for a little while. You had to quit when you joined the military to avoid getting into trouble with your superiors. After you got out, you applied to USC and got in, never dreaming that you'd be a doctor one day.

You couldn't be happier, but you find it a bit sad that you'll never really use what you learned, seeing as you won't be around long enough to actually treat anyone.

As you lie in bed, drifting off to sleep, you think about how much easier life would be if you didn't have to make all the hard choices. Then you smile, knowing you don't really have that choice. You chose to join the military, a job that takes all those choices away from you. A job that takes away your freedom and forces you to do things you may not necessarily want to do, but know you have to. A job that takes away your choice, to some degree. But a job that gives you back something far more valuable: your life. And for that, you are truly grateful.

#robotlit #ai dungeon 2

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ol-razzle-dazazzle · 7 years

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For Elise

I’d just like to preface this saying that THIS RELATIONSHIP IS NOT MEANT TO BE ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL. ANY MENTIONS OF SHIPPING AND PEDOPHILIA WILL BE BLOCKED. I DO NOT CONDONE SHIPPING WITH MINORS

Also tw for physical child abuse (between mori and his dad), murder, graphic depictions of violence, that kinda thing so please don’t read this if you will be discomforted by these.

This is meant to be an exploration into Mori’s backstory and Elise’s relationship, autonomy and how they both develop. The two are not shown in a romantic way, and the things Mori does are meant to be wrong. Critiquing this work is totally fine, and additions onto your thoughts are welcome, but anything resembling a minor adult relationship will be blocked immediately.

When I was younger I had an imaginary friend, as most children do.

I myself, was an imaginary fairy tale child never meant to be. A glorious fling at some long forgotten golden day ballroom. The only memory I have of her is seen only through her porcelain beauty in dolls. Father was a doll maker. I based my imaginary friend off her.

There is nothing stranger when you’re a child then being able to configure a person. I remember when I was the ripe age of 8 that I saw no longer the invisible then a mannequin, untouched girl my age lying down. Flat, soulless eyes. Fair blonde hair like spun gold. Her eyes made no attempt to stare. Is this her? “Rinny?” I had never been called that name.

“That’s not my name.” I wave a hand and she gets up. “I like it! It’s cute.” She looks around, seeing the surrounding dolls. “Well?” She turns to me, and the childish mythical light returns to her. “Well what?” “Aren’t you going to make me wear one of these?”

I look around at the dolls, as she follows around me. “What’s you’re name?”

She giggles, “Elise, you know that already, Rinny.” Out of the corner of my eye I find a nice pink dress with frills and before I know it she’s already dashed towards it. “It’s lovely!” “It is…but…” It doesn’t fit, it doesn’t feel right. “Oh, at least make me try it!” How could I go against the emerald sparkle in her eyes?

“Okay…how do I do that?” “Just configure me like you did to make me move.” “Right, so I move my hand onto-” “You can’t just watch me change, jeez!” She sticks her tongue out, despite the fact that she’s just dashed around normally. “R-Right…” I turn around, and do some strange orchestration with my fingers, and… “Don’t I look adorable?” “Yes, you do.” I smile. “You’re not even looking!” She huffs, walking over to me, the soft clack of wooden clogs that almost slip off on her. “Haven’t you heard of fastening?” She chuckles. “What do you think?”

“…I don’t like it.” The words spill, it’s surprisingly easy to be honest with her. “Ah I know right! I hate it!” She grabs the dress, her eyes look different…pale, thin, reptilian almost. She grabs the frock, nails ripping into the expensive fabric and tearing it into pieces.

“E-Elise, what are you, stupid?!” I run towards the fabric, but to no avail- it’s merely a pile of rags.

Father would kill me.

“No…” She raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t like it, so I destroyed it.”

I groan, “Just because I hate it doesn’t mean it doesn’t deserve to exist.”

“Well you like me, and I deserve to exist, don’t I?”

“…” I can barely stare at her.

“See?” And with that laugh, I can’t stay mad- not that I was in the first place.

*****

Until he comes home. Father usually worked in other rooms, but when he needed to get lace…he noticed one of the dresses was missing.

Father usually drank. Drank to forget, forget ‘her’ and to forget me. As if my existence was some fairy tale like dream, just born from imagination.

However, the blows he struck upon me were reality.

I had always been a mouse. Quiet. I never made a sound. I cleaned, I helped Father when he was sick, it was if I was the one playing house. With my imaginary friends.

Where is she? I yelp as he throws me into the wall. If Mother was here, would she allow this? Is there any reason for my existence, aside from being spit at that I’m just a “Bastard.”

There’s a chuckle. As if the cherubs in heaven are laughing at my bruises. I look up, and am rewarded with another punch.

I stare at Father. I hate him. I want to kill him. But I could never, I’m not an idealized hero or whatever bullshit, I’m a scared little child.

He stopped moving, as if I willed it.

Father fell down, and I see her there.

“E-Elise?” She’s covered in blood, she clawed his organs as easily as fabric.

“Rinny.” She smiles, and she lets out a hand. “You control the world around you now.”

This was my first time my hands became covered in blood.

*****

School wasn’t particularly better. I had sold most of the dresses and dolls (much to Elise’s dismay), but I left all the red ones alone, she liked those best, and they suited her.

There was one problem though, as schoolchildren grew up, and nattered on about love and whatever else, I found no such thing. Despite the fact that we played house together, and she did my school tie in the mornings, I felt no need to set my lips upon anyone, let alone all that other…insanitary matters.

As time went on, she needed a bigger chair as she insisted fixing my collar.

Elise had stuck through everything with me, except one thing.

She never aged.

“Elise…can you come here for a moment?” I call out to her, wincing at my legs. It was to be expected, a bastard orphan with an imaginary friend, and a weakling at that. I was always frail. I never felt the need to run away.

“Of course!” She skipped over to me, but halfway through her smile dissolved, but continued nonetheless.

“Can I hug you?” It was rare that my voice shook, but I had realized that I haven’t felt human affection in…decades, at least. Even the batterings were somewhat bearable to simply feel skin.

She laughed. A long time, a strained time.

I stepped closer, she stepped back.

“…You know the answer to that. I’m not going to give you a false hope.”

She’s not real. She’s not real. She’s not real.

“Can I pretend?”

I felt plastic-like arms around me. “As long as you know you are.”

***** Another problem that came with school, is what would come after. I was smart enough; excelling at most things, be it writing or science. In true ‘nerd’ fashion, my only lacking subject was Physical Education.

I liked the feel of wearing a labcoat. It was like my very own ballgown, where I would twirl. Sometimes, if I could conjure her, Elise would appear, and (as she had learnt to float by now) we would dance and laugh until the world seemed to dull.

“You know, Rintarou- you could always give them some nice chemicals.” She peers over an experiment, poking at a beaker. “This one’s really pretty! It’s such a lovely shade of purple, anyone would want to drink it!”

“You know that would shut down your internal organs, right?” I can’t help but chuckle, but I would never do such a thing.

“Even soooo…lemme have it!” She smiles gleefully, and I flick her away.

I hear a set of footsteps. It’s not the same clack as Elise’s shoes.

“What’s he even doing here? Does he want to burn the place down?” “I hear that’s what happened with his dad.” “Really? Nah, such a pathetic idiot couldn’t even fight back.” “Let’s make him drink it!”

My mouth was clasped open, and my eyes widened at the poison, before flickering shut.

Ah, so this is how it ends. At least I’m wearing my borrowed labcoat. On second thought, maybe burning this school would be better…I want them to suffer. I want them to die.

Glass shattered on the floor.

And when I opened my eyes, they were dead.

I looked over at the cut open corpses, and Elise smiling innocently with a scalpel in her hand, eyes thin and dimples showing.

“Thank you.” The words came out of me breathlessly, but were said…nonchalantly. I was amazed at myself, for not crying or screaming. Before me are three dead bodies.

I controlled the world around me.

I smiled.

“Elise, hand me the scalpel.” She did, and I could swear her skin almost had some flesh to it.

The human body is such a fascinating thing, isn’t it? There’s so many complex things to it, so much filth, so many cells… and yet, Elise was merely…a thing. Not human, but even devoid of such things as guilt, she cared about me.

Maybe she was more human than I could ever be.

Three months later after the deaths of students were forgotten, I got asked what I wanted to do.

“I want to become a doctor.”

*****

And so I worked. Elise was upset, but managed to satisfy her imagination with designs of cute doctor attire. During all nighters where she held crayons cradled in her arms, I set a blanket over her, and reminded myself I needed sleep.

She was just as determined as I was to study, and with the help of all nighters and comically shaped flash cards, I managed to get into a med school.

It was then everything…ah, got better as much as it got worse.

*****

I met someone very strange there. For you see, I’d never met someone that had something like I did. An ability.

A woman who was probably the closest person befitting of a title such as 'friend’.

The next two years passed without a hitch. I noticed that Yosano’s patients during our internship were at 100% success rate, and she was taken into emergency.

As someone who was relatively calm myself, and had experienced death, I was alongside her, though sadly my patients died due to internal bleeding.

Yosano was an empathic doctor, as she grieved for the patients I lost more than I did. It was her only weakness, and soon she started to adopt some sadistic state to deal with it. Our patients were probably too scared to die ahahaha~

But there was one.

It was at 3 in the morning, Yosano had treated most of them, or they were sent into other sectors. 'You really shouldn’t let her do everything, you have to be the best doctor Rinny…’ Elise pouted, she finally stole away some medical equipment and wore a nurses’ garb with glee (even the initially 'tacky surgery stuff’)

But I wouldn’t be so cruel, and Elise knew that, as she flopped on the bed with a sigh. 'This is taking too long! Why do you want to be a doctor anyway?’ She kicked the sheets up.

Then he came in. A man of about sixty stepped shakily through the door. I could see the problem already in his leg, and it was my shift and Yosano’s to try and sleep.

“Shit…I think…yes, I found you.”

A strange thing to say to a doctor, as I didn’t recognize the man himself, and it was dark besides. I switched on the lights, and ushered him to the bed.

“Sir, you have a blood clot. In around 5 minutes we can treat it, though you’ll have to be careful to not put pressure on your leg.” It was a simple diagnosis, it wasn’t that bad. The man’s break was laboured and shook, even despite no further injury. He must’ve been running.

“Thank you…Doctor Rintarou.”

I glanced down at my name tag. How would he know my first name?

“I’m afraid I don’t recognize you, sir.”

He grabbed my coat to lean closer. ��Don’t these eyes look familiar, Rintarou?”

“Like the eyes of my son, who was cut open in his final year.”

The grip tightened. He was choking me, but his feeble hands broke away as I wrenched free.

I’m not weak.

“Sir, I have a duty of care to save your life. The clot could prove harmful if left unchecked.” I smiled, despite sweat dripping down my collar.

“I’d rather be burned alive. I’m here because you killed him. I know you did.”

“But sir, you do know the official archives depicted a knife fight? Your son was taken in by the wrong group, it’s only natural…”

“You’re a fucking liar. I know it was you. Little Rintarou didn’t cry after that.”

“Your son was a miserable excuse of a human being.”

“I saw. Because when I was picking him up…”

“What a kind, lovely father you are. I wish I had one so respectable.”

“I saw your face was stained with purple. You were there with a child. Were you going to kill her too?”

I sigh, getting a scalpel. “Her name, sir, is Elise.”

“You didn’t even know his name. You don’t even know who he was.”

“His name?! His name means nothing! I know what he was. If it wasn’t for work reasons I could strip down and I could show you every little scratch your son wrote on me. His name! That’s what you’re here for, I’m here to make something of myself-”

“Everyone will know.” He smiles. He does share a smile with his son. Deplorable.

“I’ll tell them all.”

“The dead have no mouths.” I sneer, and plunge the scalpel into his throat.

“…What are you doing.” I turn, and I see her there. Yosano, eyes weary and gasping in horror.

“What have you done?!”

“You don’t know? Why, now how did you even pass the exam then, dear?” I feel a smile. I can’t stop, this is what it must be like when Elise finds a new ribbon.

She shoves me aside, and plunges the scalpel into his heart. “Come on… come on.”

“Yosano, why are you hurting our patient further?”

“Please…bring him back. Please, please. You shall not die.”

“Oh my.” The realization dawns on me. “You have an ability.”

She turns toward me, eyes wide. “What do you-”

“That’s why they all live.”

“That’s not true…”

“You can’t save him, he had too many internal injuries.” I smile, “He’s already dead.”

“You’re a monster.”

“I’m a doctor. And I will continue to be such…” I retrieve another knife, and stab her in the back.

“No you won’t. Get out.” She reaches for the knife behind her back, she’s fine.

For the first time, I ran.

*****

“Rinny, you should’ve been more careful.” Elise calls out. We’re in an alley, I clutch at my coat and it’s red.

“Now everything’s gone away. All that hard work.” She floats up to me.

“It’s fine. It’ll be fine.” I murmur to myself.

“He was a nice father… I’ve never seen someone defend family so much before.” Her words cut through me, but I know it’s what I think.

It’s tiring. Everything I had built up…two decades of work, and what for?

“The boss has been shot!”

Hmmm, perhaps my choice in alleyways was a bit /too/ dingy. “He needs to see a doc, right away!”

“Are you stupid? What, and just tell them, oh yeah, the port mafia boss wants a little patching up.”

Elise is tugging me. She knows where we’re going.

There’s a man bleeding out. Well, there are lots of men bleeding out, or dead. He’s murmuring, “Kill them, all of them, kill them all! ”

“They’re already dead, boss.” I see a man twice my age, smoking a cigarette as if he wasn’t standing in a field of death.

Well that’s a little hypocritical, considering…

“I know a doctor!” Shock courses through me, as Elise tugs on the man’s coat. “Rinny’s a doc! He can patch the boss up real good!”

They all stare up at me, as if judging whether I was fit to live.

“This scrawny guy?”

Elise kicks his shins, “Yeah! If anyone can, he can!” She stares up at me.

Do I really think that of myself?

“I’ll see what I can do.”

It was a bullet stuck in his shoulder. I still had some blades on me, so I managed to make short work.

However, I would like to add that it’s probably painful when you’re hearing, “Fuck it hurts! I swear, I’ll kill you! I’ll kill your whole family!”

I decided I didn’t like this man. As I was working on saving him I thought to myself 'I feel as if one day I will kill him’.

“We need something to stop the blood flow…Elise?”

She pouts, “Fine…” As she cuts at the sleeves on her dress, wrapping him up.

“Wait a sec… he’s got one.”

“What are you talking about?” Elise looks up.

“An ability? We’ve never even seen him before…”

“Let alone one that makes…this.” A man rustled Elise’s hair.

“She’s mine.”

“Yeah! He’s mine!” Elise quickly grips him away, sticking her tongue out. “He’s my ability.”

“Eh really?”

“Nope!”

“Elise…” Mori sighs softly, before smiling.

“So, you’re a doctor huh?”

“Of sorts…”

Elise smiled, “He’s going to get kicked out of med school because he killed people.”

Despite Elise’s slip, the people seem nervous, there’s an exchange of nods. The boss has passed out.

“So…how would you like to be a vet, uh…Rinny was it?”

“Ougai, its Mori Ougai.” I take extra measure to make the city light glint on my scalpel. “And I’m a doctor.”

“Well how about you take care of some ol’ dogs like us?”

***** “Hey Rinny, how come if you can 'configure me’, you never let me age for all those years?”

“Hm?” I turn towards Elise, who’s busy drawing the Mafia, in crayon. “Well…I’m not sure.”

“You said I looked like Mother, when you first made me up.” She muses, “But you never saw her aside from pictures, right?”

“Right…” I scoop her up, adjusting her ribbons. “Well, Elise was always there, and so I’ll leave you as you always are.”

“The perfect Elise.” She snickers.

“I wouldn’t change her any other way.”

Yes, she was the one constant in my life. Even as the world around me changed, as I changed from a meek worthless bastard to a much more confident and murderous bastard…she was always there.

'You can control the world around you now’.

And she finishes my thought, “But I’m your whole world, right?”

#Elise #mori #bsd #my writing #headcanons ahoy!!!#mori cares about Elise a lot #what is their relationship? daughter? servant? imaginary friend? sister? murder accomplice??? who knows #mori ougai //#if you want me to tag anything please do not hesitate to ask

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