He's also the closest friend Maruki has had in long, long years.
He laughs, shakes his head, relaxes even further into the water until it laps at his nape, the hair there gently curling as it tries to dry. ]
No, I'll stay until you're ready. It's a welcome break after that nightmare.
[ The Forest of Dreams and two weeks spent in and out of that goddamn lake, or the recounting they just went through? Both, maybe. Not even Maruki is sure. He only knows what he feels more relaxed than he has since arriving in Somnius – since long before then, probably – and won't see it end too soon. The dizzy heat is satisfying when he closes his eyes and tips his head back against the ledge of the pool, resting it there, face upturned toward the rafters. ]
Akechi.
[ Quieter, more serious than the way they just sniped at one another. Not so much so as to drop them back into the depths they just pulled one another out of, but close. ]
In the future, if you eventually feel like telling me your overall plan, I'd like to hear it.
[ He can't imagine what it might be, yet he can't imagine that he'll disagree with it. ]
[It's impossible. The delineation between what can and can't be said as clear as the line between water and person.
But the words sit on his lips, for a moment. In the way they used to when Joker would perch next to him, the silence a string of tension tugging him back together and relief ripping him apart.
In the wake of shared secrets, the request only ignites a small flare in him. One he can't fully associate with anger. The goal is his - only his. A spark of light in a dark room, forgotten by another temporary family. An idea that filled his empty bag, when he was inevitably left alone outside, waiting for a social worker to pick him up. It's what he fought for. Killed for. A piece of his heart no one can rip away from him because it was, and will only ever, belong to him.
His hands move aimlessly under the water, making small currents with wiggling fingers.
It's not like Xie Lian's meddling. A man who claims to know him, it's-
Someone that knows him now, to the basest extent another human being is allowed.]
If you're not busy during the first of the year, will you come to the shrine with me? I haven't gone since I was a child.
[A final moment, a small chance - a part of his brain floundering at the request. Baffling to his own spirit, as it must be to hear.
Because Maruki will find out.
A missing Detective Prince, whether reported through media or Maruki's own missed texts, combined with the sudden death of a prime minister, after that scum's sins are revealed to the world-
After the connection of both to the murders, mental shutdowns, psychotic breaks, a phantom thief disposed under mysterious circumstances, and cognitive world are clear-
Maruki will know what his plan was, if he's still alive. If Akechi can time the slot of the final puzzle piece just right, to ensure his success and the life of someone he could give two shits about.
But he owes him for the food, the time spent together, enthrallment wrangling and their eventual escape. He owes him a singular attempt to stop the inevitable and nothing more. ]
[ There are no non-sequitors in conversations with Akechi. There is always a thread of logic connecting his shifts in topics – only sometimes it's fishing wire, invisible to the naked eye, pulled taut by some unseen hand.
Maruki considers the implication between his prompt and Akechi's response. What it might mean as an oblique answer. He'll be considering it for a very long time.
But the invitation itself, he doesn't need to think twice about. ]
Oh? Sure, I'd be happy to have someone to go with again.
[ Simple, sincere. He really does mean it.
Their overall goals might be shrouded from one another, but at the moment there is one shared: To leave this place, to rip through the layers of cognitive plane after cognitive plane until they can return to their own reality. Everything they do here is in service of that, and is shared with one another in a mutual interest to see their plan succeed.
Maruki has thought several times over the past months that it's probably a stupid, vanishing hope that this strange friendship might continue once they achieve their goal. Akechi has his celebrity image to maintain. A job as a detective. Surely a path laid out for university. Their paths would never have crossed without the manipulative intervention of Somnius. They've both vowed not to forget a single moment of this place, yet there would be no reason for them to carry on a bond forged because of it.
Objectively, he knows all of this. But when it's held up against the notion of returning home and letting their friendship be lost to the vagaries of life in Tokyo, it hurts. Plainly, and deeply. A blade slid between his ribs. It would hurt to let this sort of understanding, respect and trust drop away, nothing to replace it. It would hurt to lose Akechi.
The invitation has more meaning to it than he can discern at the moment. But if nothing else, it is at the very least confirmation that no, even after they slip between realities, their bond will not be lost.
Maruki smiles at him, nothing less than genuine in its warmth. ]
[Spoken with a confidence not meant for this request, it's-
Unfortunate he can't discern if the woozy sensation that follows comes from the heat or the impossible task before him.
Whether he succeeds or fails - there's only one goal that's overarching and necessary. If Maruki dies, when Akechi dies - none of it matters as long as Shido's throat is slit in some revolting office.]
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He's also the closest friend Maruki has had in long, long years.
He laughs, shakes his head, relaxes even further into the water until it laps at his nape, the hair there gently curling as it tries to dry. ]
No, I'll stay until you're ready. It's a welcome break after that nightmare.
[ The Forest of Dreams and two weeks spent in and out of that goddamn lake, or the recounting they just went through? Both, maybe. Not even Maruki is sure. He only knows what he feels more relaxed than he has since arriving in Somnius – since long before then, probably – and won't see it end too soon. The dizzy heat is satisfying when he closes his eyes and tips his head back against the ledge of the pool, resting it there, face upturned toward the rafters. ]
Akechi.
[ Quieter, more serious than the way they just sniped at one another. Not so much so as to drop them back into the depths they just pulled one another out of, but close. ]
In the future, if you eventually feel like telling me your overall plan, I'd like to hear it.
[ He can't imagine what it might be, yet he can't imagine that he'll disagree with it. ]
:)
But the words sit on his lips, for a moment. In the way they used to when Joker would perch next to him, the silence a string of tension tugging him back together and relief ripping him apart.
In the wake of shared secrets, the request only ignites a small flare in him. One he can't fully associate with anger. The goal is his - only his. A spark of light in a dark room, forgotten by another temporary family. An idea that filled his empty bag, when he was inevitably left alone outside, waiting for a social worker to pick him up. It's what he fought for. Killed for. A piece of his heart no one can rip away from him because it was, and will only ever, belong to him.
His hands move aimlessly under the water, making small currents with wiggling fingers.
It's not like Xie Lian's meddling. A man who claims to know him, it's-
Someone that knows him now, to the basest extent another human being is allowed.]
If you're not busy during the first of the year, will you come to the shrine with me? I haven't gone since I was a child.
[A final moment, a small chance - a part of his brain floundering at the request. Baffling to his own spirit, as it must be to hear.
Because Maruki will find out.
A missing Detective Prince, whether reported through media or Maruki's own missed texts, combined with the sudden death of a prime minister, after that scum's sins are revealed to the world-
After the connection of both to the murders, mental shutdowns, psychotic breaks, a phantom thief disposed under mysterious circumstances, and cognitive world are clear-
Maruki will know what his plan was, if he's still alive. If Akechi can time the slot of the final puzzle piece just right, to ensure his success and the life of someone he could give two shits about.
But he owes him for the food, the time spent together, enthrallment wrangling and their eventual escape. He owes him a singular attempt to stop the inevitable and nothing more. ]
I'll be swarmed by fans if I go alone.
killing you with hammers
Maruki considers the implication between his prompt and Akechi's response. What it might mean as an oblique answer. He'll be considering it for a very long time.
But the invitation itself, he doesn't need to think twice about. ]
Oh? Sure, I'd be happy to have someone to go with again.
[ Simple, sincere. He really does mean it.
Their overall goals might be shrouded from one another, but at the moment there is one shared: To leave this place, to rip through the layers of cognitive plane after cognitive plane until they can return to their own reality. Everything they do here is in service of that, and is shared with one another in a mutual interest to see their plan succeed.
Maruki has thought several times over the past months that it's probably a stupid, vanishing hope that this strange friendship might continue once they achieve their goal. Akechi has his celebrity image to maintain. A job as a detective. Surely a path laid out for university. Their paths would never have crossed without the manipulative intervention of Somnius. They've both vowed not to forget a single moment of this place, yet there would be no reason for them to carry on a bond forged because of it.
Objectively, he knows all of this. But when it's held up against the notion of returning home and letting their friendship be lost to the vagaries of life in Tokyo, it hurts. Plainly, and deeply. A blade slid between his ribs. It would hurt to let this sort of understanding, respect and trust drop away, nothing to replace it. It would hurt to lose Akechi.
The invitation has more meaning to it than he can discern at the moment. But if nothing else, it is at the very least confirmation that no, even after they slip between realities, their bond will not be lost.
Maruki smiles at him, nothing less than genuine in its warmth. ]
Thanks. It's a plan.
EVIL CAITLIN cw: murder & wrap prolly
[Spoken with a confidence not meant for this request, it's-
Unfortunate he can't discern if the woozy sensation that follows comes from the heat or the impossible task before him.
Whether he succeeds or fails - there's only one goal that's overarching and necessary. If Maruki dies, when Akechi dies - none of it matters as long as Shido's throat is slit in some revolting office.]