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He freezes, gaze wide and wild and fixed directly on Akechi, a rush of blood pounding relentlessly in his ears over everything else he says.
Leave. He needs to leave. He needs to leave without Akechi, get away from Akechi, get himself back to the Metaverse, where nothing and no one can touch him, where he'll never venture out into this world long enough again to catch any sight of even the slightest imperfections, where he'll complete his life sentence alone, where he'll eventually die, if he can even still die–
No, he can. Not a god, but a vessel. He absolutely can.
Prince and palace seize him around the throat and hurtle him back into reality all at once, the overwhelming noise of Penguin Sniper flooding back in, the shifting look in Akechi's eyes. ]
No. I don't think that I should.
[ Azathoth first appeared to him in the true reality, both of them seeking one another out across time and space, that perfect moment under a bleeding sky finally making it possible to connect.
Just as Azathoth would not be able to use the Metaverse to bring about global change without him, Maruki cannot summon his power when he is outside of those bounds. That latent connection between them throbbing in his temples is a pale version of what they're able to accomplish together in their own realm, and it beats now like a warning signal, an alarm calling him back.
By not walking away at the first sign of Akechi, by indulging his ego enough to think he could slide comfortably around the shimmering edges of this reality, he's made himself a sitting duck.
Maruki swallows hard, stares Akechi down, horrified and furious in equal measure.
A crack. Plaster splintering, spreading, consuming-
It doesn't matter-
That reality is warping, twisting, churning in Akechi's mind alone. His heart alone. Fear in Maruki's eyes his to consume alone. A betrayal so vile the thought makes his tongue feel coated with acidic sick. The man in front of him is the cause. A temptation provided.
A knife in his back-
What he deserves
More than anything and-
A brewing, all consuming wrath in his chest that's no longer an ache - it's a numbing agent as his soul forces itself through every shattered piece of Akechi Goro that remains.
And Akechi Goro will make him pay.
The screams
Don't
Register.
An opportunity - a frayed edge. Akechi has always thrived with his back pressed into a corner, with an ever dimming room closing in around him.
The darts are in his hands and-
the pointed tips aim for Maruki's neck as he lunges across the table.
His mom, not his mom, never his mom, that wouldn't be his mom, that disgusting abomination of a copy isn't his dangling, step stool kicked under her, blue tinted body mom and it's not the mom of Akechi Goro so he doesn't register her splintered, ten splinters, ten pieces of glass shattering against the floor as she ring, ring, rings in a tone that compels someone who isn't Akechi Goro to pick up and -
[ The needle-sharp tips of the darts make impact and–
Reality tears. Rips. Shreds. Falls away, like so many scales from Akechi's eyes, furious gaze boring holes into Maruki's own as he dives, shoves, topples both of them over onto the ground.
Each point dug deep into his throat shreds, rips, tears, and if Maruki screams, if he cries out, if he makes any noise at all, then he can't hear it. Can't hear anything but the blood pounding in his own ears like ocean waves–
the weekend spent at Kamakura with Rumi, how she laughed when a rogue wave crested overhead and knocked him clean off his feet
–and the rumble of Azathoth's might, distant from him now, muted by layer upon layer of cognition holding this reality together as it rips, tears, shreds–
There's blood in his mouth and
streaked across her hands as she searched for any sign of life in her parents
streaking down his throat with
the delicate, graceful curve of her neck as she turned to call to him in that field of wildflowers
every gasping breath
quiet and even when she slept in on her days off, sometimes past noon, he could never bring himself to disturb her when she looked so peacefully content
and blind plea. ]
Get off–
[ Hands fisted in his shirt. Arms trying to shove him off. Reality unraveling beneath his fingertips as Akechi Goro only comes more alive.
Every word burns, chokes, but Maruki can't stop himself, could never stop himself. An appeal to the better nature that he knows must have existed once, that he ensured could exist again. ]
You don't want to do this, please, you aren't a puppet, you're–
[It won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter -
how Maruki struggles under Akechi's grip.
it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter because
He won't stop. He won't stop. He won't stop. He won't stop. He won't stop.]
I'll be joining you.
[Another needle to the eye, viciously dug until an offwhite liquid with streaks of red flow out and-
He won't stop it won't matter he won't stop it won't matter he's free he's free he's free he's free and-
He laughs - light, and airy. Bright, and joyous. Content and
free]
I'm Akechi Goro and we will never meet again.
[Wisps of smoke appear in his vision he remembers -
The first he killed someone in a terrifying, massive, overwhelming world - he can't remember who it was.
Can't remember how he felt. Only recalls the shadows pulled free from a false corpse that now return to pull him down, down down.
Drag him down. He deserves it. Maruki deserves it.
He remembers his mom as bruises form around Maruki's neck from fingers that lock together like rope -
Ten splinters on a rafter - he counts the veins popping in the man's neck. Not ten, maybe five, it's blurry.
A blinding television studio where he met Akira -
Maybe on the subway
Maybe on the street. Maybe passing forces on a sidewalk and their fates were intertwined from the second he stepped foot in Tokyo.
Akira betrayed him. Kurusu betrayed him.
Akechi will never forgive him. Wishes for him to be trapped in a false world he condemned them all too, even as reality crumbles.
He can't breathe. Neither can Maruki. Maruki isn't breathing. The chest under him stops moving, hands stop moving, Akechi-
stops moving
because he can't.
Because he isn't there. Because he is. Because there's a second, a minute, a moment where he wonders -
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stares up at the sun until my eyes burn out of my head
He freezes, gaze wide and wild and fixed directly on Akechi, a rush of blood pounding relentlessly in his ears over everything else he says.
Leave. He needs to leave. He needs to leave without Akechi, get away from Akechi, get himself back to the Metaverse, where nothing and no one can touch him, where he'll never venture out into this world long enough again to catch any sight of even the slightest imperfections, where he'll complete his life sentence alone, where he'll eventually die, if he can even still die–
No, he can. Not a god, but a vessel. He absolutely can.
Prince and palace seize him around the throat and hurtle him back into reality all at once, the overwhelming noise of Penguin Sniper flooding back in, the shifting look in Akechi's eyes. ]
No. I don't think that I should.
[ Azathoth first appeared to him in the true reality, both of them seeking one another out across time and space, that perfect moment under a bleeding sky finally making it possible to connect.
Just as Azathoth would not be able to use the Metaverse to bring about global change without him, Maruki cannot summon his power when he is outside of those bounds. That latent connection between them throbbing in his temples is a pale version of what they're able to accomplish together in their own realm, and it beats now like a warning signal, an alarm calling him back.
By not walking away at the first sign of Akechi, by indulging his ego enough to think he could slide comfortably around the shimmering edges of this reality, he's made himself a sitting duck.
Maruki swallows hard, stares Akechi down, horrified and furious in equal measure.
A statement, not a question. ]
You know who I am, don't you.
surprise
All at once-
He doesn't fucking care anymore.Controlled. Tamed. Leashed. Chained.
Manufactured.
Wanted pliable, malleable, easy-A wish.
A crack. Plaster splintering, spreading, consuming-It doesn't matter-
That reality is warping, twisting, churning in Akechi's mind alone. His heart alone. Fear in Maruki's eyes his to consume alone. A betrayal so vile the thought makes his tongue feel coated with acidic sick. The man in front of him is the cause. A temptation provided.
A knife in his back-
What he deserves
More than anything and-A brewing, all consuming wrath in his chest that's no longer an ache - it's a numbing agent as his soul forces itself through every shattered piece of Akechi Goro that remains.
And Akechi Goro will make him pay.
The screams
Don't
Register.
An opportunity - a frayed edge. Akechi has always thrived with his back pressed into a corner, with an ever dimming room closing in around him.
The darts are in his hands and-
the pointed tips aim for Maruki's neck as he lunges across the table.
His mom, not his mom, never his mom, that wouldn't be his mom, that disgusting abomination of a copy isn't his dangling, step stool kicked under her, blue tinted body mom and it's not the mom of Akechi Goro so he doesn't register her splintered, ten splinters, ten pieces of glass shattering against the floor as she ring, ring, rings in a tone that compels someone who isn't Akechi Goro to pick up and -He won't stop.
He'll never stop.
It was always too late to stop.]
I will never be your goddamn puppet!
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Reality tears. Rips. Shreds. Falls away, like so many scales from Akechi's eyes, furious gaze boring holes into Maruki's own as he dives, shoves, topples both of them over onto the ground.
Each point dug deep into his throat shreds, rips, tears, and if Maruki screams, if he cries out, if he makes any noise at all, then he can't hear it. Can't hear anything but the blood pounding in his own ears like ocean waves–
the weekend spent at Kamakura with Rumi, how she laughed when a rogue wave crested overhead and knocked him clean off his feet
–and the rumble of Azathoth's might, distant from him now, muted by layer upon layer of cognition holding this reality together as it rips, tears, shreds–
There's blood in his mouth and
streaked across her hands as she searched for any sign of life in her parents
streaking down his throat with
the delicate, graceful curve of her neck as she turned to call to him in that field of wildflowers
every gasping breath
quiet and even when she slept in on her days off, sometimes past noon, he could never bring himself to disturb her when she looked so peacefully content
and blind plea. ]
Get off–
[ Hands fisted in his shirt. Arms trying to shove him off. Reality unraveling beneath his fingertips as Akechi Goro only comes more alive.
Every word burns, chokes, but Maruki can't stop himself, could never stop himself. An appeal to the better nature that he knows must have existed once, that he ensured could exist again. ]
You don't want to do this, please, you aren't a puppet, you're–
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how Maruki struggles under Akechi's grip.
He won't stop. He won't stop. He won't stop. He won't stop. He won't stop.]it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter it won't matter because
I'll be joining you.
[Another needle to the eye, viciously dug until an offwhite liquid with streaks of red flow out and-
He won't stop it won't matter he won't stop it won't matter he's free he's free he's free he's free and-
He laughs - light, and airy. Bright, and joyous. Content and
I'm Akechi Goro and we will never meet again.
[Wisps of smoke appear in his vision he remembers -
The first he killed someone in a terrifying, massive, overwhelming world - he can't remember who it was.
Drag him down. He deserves it. Maruki deserves it.Can't remember how he felt. Only recalls the shadows pulled free from a false corpse that now return to pull him down, down down.
He remembers his mom as bruises form around Maruki's neck from fingers that lock together like rope -
Ten splinters on a rafter - he counts the veins popping in the man's neck. Not ten, maybe five, it's blurry.
A blinding television studio where he met Akira -
Maybe on the subway
Maybe on the street. Maybe passing forces on a sidewalk and their fates were intertwined from the second he stepped foot in Tokyo.Akira betrayed him. Kurusu betrayed him.
Akechi will never forgive him. Wishes for him to be trapped in a false world he condemned them all too, even as reality crumbles.
He can't breathe. Neither can Maruki. Maruki isn't breathing. The chest under him stops moving, hands stop moving, Akechi-Because he isn't there. Because he is. Because there's a second, a minute, a moment where he wonders -
Where he wishes