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[A part of him delights in these rare moments - when Maruki gives into his wrath, when it's directed to Akechi most of all.
In another reality, it would have turned into a fight. With Akechi viciously trying to incite more, get farther, make him break and turn the situation into one more manageable than a 'heart to heart.'
But he can't here and that freedom lost makes him exhale with a different sort of ire. All too aware of the cameras around the building, of eyes watching them, even if they don't report what's happening.]
I don't want it.
[Is what he settles on - bitter and spoken towards the earth. 'I'm leaving tomorrow' almost follows. 'I'm leaving soon' stays caught in this throat and-
'I don't know how' remains unspoken through it all.]
I look forward to seeing your healing progress then. May a new man be reborn thanks to the help of those that will never truly know you or what you've done.
Only one person in this reality truly knows him and what he's done, and Maruki's staring right at him. If he's reborn, it won't only be because of the efforts to be emotionally honest with someone paid to analyze his mind. It will be just as much because of Akechi, if not more. ]
I don't care. You have it, whether you want it or not.
[ And that's always been the case.
He jerks his head toward the walkway back around the corner so they can make their way inside again. ]
Come on. You're getting cold.
[ And then, if Akechi falls into step beside him– never behind, even now–
A warm hand pressed between hunched, rigid shoulder blades. Always, ever. ]
[They walk in. A pocket of warmth remains even after Maruki peels his hand away at the building's entrance.
And that night-
Akechi thinks.
And that night-
Akechi watches the rhythmic rise and fall of the man's chest, in a bed only centimeters away.
And that night-
Akechi ends up on the ground, his head directly below Maruki's hand and neither one of them say a word as hair is smoothed down, over and over, from 2AM onward.
And that morning-
They eat.
And that morning-
They separate.
And that morning-
in a private session, in a small room, surrounded by walls coated in grotesque gray that close in every time he inhales and the phantom sensation of a hand between his shoulder blades, against the base of his skull, with a calendar on the wall with a bolded date that only means something to Akechi Goro-
He talks about his mom.
Her suicide, what happened after, the very little he remembers beyond it. The numerous homes, a vague emancipation and feigning ignorance on memories thereafter. Explodes on the doctor when that response is questioned. Doesn't unleash every vile word he can imagine but lashes out in polite barbs and tongue in cheek insults.
By the end of that extended session, they almost move Akechi to his own room. Decide not to after. He isn't sure why. Doesn't care why. Ends up lashing out at Maruki to no avail - the man's quiet, placating tone and minimal words enough to temper the fight before it can become a full on brawl.
And in the end, Akechi tells Maruki too, while his eyes are shut and his hair is pressed down in small, short bursts.
And in the morning-
They separate.
And in the morning, in the same room with the same doctor, he doesn't say a word.]
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In another reality, it would have turned into a fight. With Akechi viciously trying to incite more, get farther, make him break and turn the situation into one more manageable than a 'heart to heart.'
But he can't here and that freedom lost makes him exhale with a different sort of ire. All too aware of the cameras around the building, of eyes watching them, even if they don't report what's happening.]
I don't want it.
[Is what he settles on - bitter and spoken towards the earth. 'I'm leaving tomorrow' almost follows. 'I'm leaving soon' stays caught in this throat and-
'I don't know how' remains unspoken through it all.]
I look forward to seeing your healing progress then. May a new man be reborn thanks to the help of those that will never truly know you or what you've done.
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Only one person in this reality truly knows him and what he's done, and Maruki's staring right at him. If he's reborn, it won't only be because of the efforts to be emotionally honest with someone paid to analyze his mind. It will be just as much because of Akechi, if not more. ]
I don't care. You have it, whether you want it or not.
[ And that's always been the case.
He jerks his head toward the walkway back around the corner so they can make their way inside again. ]
Come on. You're getting cold.
[ And then, if Akechi falls into step beside him– never behind, even now–
A warm hand pressed between hunched, rigid shoulder blades. Always, ever. ]
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And that night-
Akechi thinks.
And that night-Akechi watches the rhythmic rise and fall of the man's chest, in a bed only centimeters away.
And that night-Akechi ends up on the ground, his head directly below Maruki's hand and neither one of them say a word as hair is smoothed down, over and over, from 2AM onward.
And that morning-They eat.
And that morning-They separate.
And that morning-He talks about his mom.
Her suicide, what happened after, the very little he remembers beyond it. The numerous homes, a vague emancipation and feigning ignorance on memories thereafter. Explodes on the doctor when that response is questioned. Doesn't unleash every vile word he can imagine but lashes out in polite barbs and tongue in cheek insults.By the end of that extended session, they almost move Akechi to his own room. Decide not to after. He isn't sure why. Doesn't care why. Ends up lashing out at Maruki to no avail - the man's quiet, placating tone and minimal words enough to temper the fight before it can become a full on brawl.
And in the end, Akechi tells Maruki too, while his eyes are shut and his hair is pressed down in small, short bursts.
And in the morning-
They separate.
And in the morning, in the same room with the same doctor, he doesn't say a word.]