[ There's only one use for Maruki now that he's returned to this reality. He's a ticket out. He's barely an ally. That's all. Akechi had interrogated him the day after their battle with precise, clinical questions. Wanting evidence. Wanting anything that may have triggered the departure. Wanting nothing on the man's life, only the lead up to his vanishing act and the account surrounding it. Thoughts. People met prior. Dreams had. There's no banter indulged. Akechi asks. He only tolerates impersonal facts in return. Maruki remembers less than he likes, implies more than Akechi's comfortable with and he ends the day ignoring a man to study notes in his room, try to recreate what little he gleaned happened.
Maruki winning that battle only affords him a home back in a house that's irrevocably Akechi's now. A matter he stated with that same cold tone. It transferred to him. There's no proof of it outside of the home standing beyond Maruki's departure. It's all he needs in a shithole built on wishful thinking. The short lived satisfaction from relaying that information ends brutal and fast upon the realization this house doesn't even matter.
It takes a week for him to acknowledge Maruki in the hall. Then two before he wanders back to the counter to indulge in a meal. Three before he falls back into a routine perfected in the years before, offering up crossword clues, questions. It's easier to work with Maruki than against him. Akechi can pretend to give a shit awhile longer - one of them left. It's only a matter of time before it happens again.
It takes four weeks for him to invite Maruki to the bathhouse.
They sit in silence for-
Awhile. Akechi wanting to say little, eyes shut in a steamy room like he's being lulled to sleep. He's more aware than ever of the man sitting a foot away.
But inevitably, he speaks. Unable to stay silent for long. ]
I didn't inquire about your actual experience back in our world. To be frank, it means little to me, but since I've hit a dead end with the information you previously provided, I'm going to ask you to relay everything. [ One eye opens to make sure his companion hasn't died in water Akechi made sure was far hotter than normal. ] Try not to vanish before you're done.
[ It all unfolds better than Maruki expects, honestly. He can handle a cold shoulder, pointed barbs, short conversations when they used to aimlessly talk for hours throughout the day. He knows none of it will last. He'll gladly take all of that over more attempts on his life–
And when he closes his eyes at night, Akechi only a wall away, he sees comingling images of two different versions of the boy aiming a gun at him. One his ally, furious with him for leaving, and another his opponent, opposed with every fiber of his being to the deft hand Maruki used to shape his reality.
It's almost impossible to reconcile the two, to accept that there was indeed a reality in which he did not truly have Akechi's best interests at heart. Guilt compounds, bitter in the back of his throat throughout every terse interaction that slowly gives way to a routine they both remember well.
Even with that, though– the invitation is a shock. He wasn't sure they'd ever get to that level of comfort around one another again, and he was willing to accept that, take his lumps for betraying Akechi's rarely-shown trust.
Maruki accepts it too quickly, too eagerly. Sits in contented silence, stunned that it's happening at all–
And then try not to vanish before you're done hits his ears.
He opens his eyes, looks over at Akechi through the steam.
If he thought he could withstand more than a few seconds underwater, or if he trusted that Akechi would save him if he did pass out, he'd dunk himself down in the name of a stupid joke.
But he can't, and he doesn't, so he won't. Only rolls his eyes and lets them fall closed again, head knocking back onto the stone wall behind them. ]
We both knew what was coming for me. [ And every day, he resents that he couldn't change his fate. ] Do you really want me to detail the entire ordeal, Akechi?
[ Maruki stares at him through the steam for a few moments longer, unblinking, unsure of how to proceed.
It's strange. He can't remember the last time he felt hesitant to speak around Akechi. For better or for worse, once their masks were cast aside, it became as natural as breathing to tell him anything.
Finally, though– ]
You remember when Akira first appeared. [ Akira now, no longer Kurusu. Not since Maruki saw those tears in his eyes in that darkened bedroom. ] I told you about the bizarre things happening on Christmas Eve, right before I appeared here.
[ He shifts in the water, slides off the little ledge so he can sink down lower, up to his shoulders. Hidden now beneath the surface, he can freely press one hand to his sternum, ground himself through trying to make sense of all of this for the first time. ]
I'm still unclear exactly what transpired, but whatever it was... it opened up the collective unconscious to me. Mementos, as you told me it's called. You can imagine what I was able to do with that sort of access.
Not the words spewing from Maruki's mouth - no, that's entirely expected. Akechi had said as much about Mementos, the effect it has on even the most feeble in the world. That power enthralls. It infects. Even the Phantom Thieves had given into baser instincts to manipulate others in the pursuit of good.
No, what's odd is the way he's acting. Hesitant. Nervous, perhaps. Akechi can't parse the exact issue. His own body feeds off it. A detective's instinct and his own hackles pushed up.
He doesn't move. Doesn't try to follow or meet Maruki at his level. All he does is open both eyes and stare at him through the steam. ]
Given your already extensive power, and your insatiable curiosity, I'm certain you caused many problems in that world. It was guaranteed that you would. It's why I mandated you couldn't go in without me, but well-
[ Akechi wasn't there. ♥ It's not a grudge, it's a fact. ]
The problems I caused weren't localized to Mementos.
[ Quiet, quiet, but that moment of hesitation has passed. He already has one foot over the cliff's edge. He can't reel back now and save himself. Might as well leap. ]
I was able to change the true reality. It would have been permanent, were it not for... well, I'm sure you can guess.
[ It's a prickle in the back of his skull and a memory of a time too long ago, too messy, too interwoven into a thousand other realities and worlds.
He recalls an all consuming distortion, a void giving way to light. It made him want to puke then. His stomach lurches now. ]
A joker, I assume. [ A hero. A guide. Funny how a boy that can't remember a near god still manages to change the future. ] Let me ask you - are you incapable from learning from your mistakes or do you just enjoy making them over and over?
[ That anxiety over admitting his transgressions gives way to irritation, flat as the expression he aims at Akechi through the steam. ]
You can rest assured I've learned my lesson now. Thank you for your own role in that, by the way. It was fascinating to go up against you in a group setting.
[ It isn't right. Akechi in a group, fighting Maruki of all people, to what?
Fix shit?
What does he care if the man distorted a world? He would have only intervened if Shido had been-
Taken from him. A heart warped and healed or pulled from his bloody hands.
And that is why Akechi tilts his head to meet Maruki's gaze head on. ]
I'll do what's needed to fulfil my goals. I assume you took that away from me, which left me no other option but to join that ragtag group of criminals.
[ That flattened expression falls– there's hurt visible in Maruki's eyes, but only for a moment, and it isn't because of anything Akechi's said or done.
No, it's all pain he caused himself.
Gently, calmly: ]
I didn't take your goal from you. I had nothing to do with that. I wouldn't.
[ It's easy to pick a liar from the crowd. Shido may have molded and cultivated a celebrity out of Akechi Goro, but the seed was growing long before it was exploited.
He knows when someone's lying. Knows that Maruki is a liar by nature - to himself, to others, to a world. He breaks impossible promises. Exploits a world for his own gain. He found a way to use Mementos to his advantage despite confirmations he'll wait, he'll wait, he'll wait. Of course he would use it to further himself. Everyone does. Everyone.
He's no longer an exception in the making. Maruki Takuto is as vile as everyone else.
An exhale - annoyed, not irate. They're past this shit, but a trip to reality had changed Maruki in small, minuscule ways Akechi has yet to parse. It's annoying. It's interesting. It's a matter to pick at during his limited time here. ]
There's no other reason I would team up with them again. None. If what you're saying is true, then that's what happened. Whether you're aware of it or not - that's irrelevant.
[ And to this conversation-
It's irrelevant. It's a promise he expected to be broken and one that won't matter because Akechi will deal with it. Has dealt with it. It bothers him little in this steaming hot bath. Maybe tonight it will carry more weight, when he's alone in a room he can't stand to be in. ]
But keep going. Let's hear more of your sordid escapades and your journey back.
[ He's ignored Akechi's urging to go on, honed in on that insistence. ]
There's no other reason? None at all?
[ Perhaps he can't yet admit to dragging Akechi back from beyond the grave, too wary of revealing too much about the boy's future to himself, too much guilt that alchemized himself into a grief he hasn't felt so fiercely since he and Akira were choking on flowers and blood in the tatami room–
But he can admit to this. ]
Why do you have allies here, Akechi? To fight back against a reality you're trapped in against your will and see it destroyed, right?
[ It's not wrong, even as Akechi loads protests on his tongue to claim otherwise. That he doesn't give a shit about this world - his only goal is to leave by any means necessary. If it survives-
Then it will pick at him during the few moments his mind isn't on Shido, on his overarching goal.
But it's not right either. The allies aren't thieves. They're a grotesque, vile group that doesn't hide behind their own self-righteousness. Akira-
Has a darkness in his own heart Akechi can snag and wield in rare moments meant for them alone. His power extends beyond that group. The thieves hold him back. He's valuable.
Haru, too-
Is an odd outlier to the bumbling group. He isn't sure what to make of her yet, but she rests somewhere in between competent and an eyesore.
He mulls this over in silence, a flicker of something crossing his features during. It's right. It's not. He would never align with the thieves as a whole again, even here. He would use them. Exploit them. Follow them and leave them behind in this world, but-
Wouldn't want them to be a team again. Refuses to be associated as a thief again. Their time together is long over. Only Shido could make Akechi consider it once more.
Akechi slides down until his shoulders ache from the heat. ]
Yes, that's why I'm handpicked those I deem capable of shattering this world, though I'll admit that comes second to simply leaving. If the phantom thieves were to arrive in this world in full, take up the mantle as delusional heroes yet again-
I wouldn't ally myself with them as a whole or fight with them unless absolutely necessary. It wouldn't be worth the headache. When I left their group the first time, I made that clear. I don't intend to go back on it. Ever.
[ After his betrayal, they must feel the same. He can't imagine it's not mutual. ]
[ A deep sigh blows across the surface of the water as Maruki sinks down to his chin, tipping his head back and groaning up at the ceiling. The hair at his nape gets damp; he tells himself it makes that phantom pain hurt less. ]
I'm not implying that they'll show up in this world. I'm telling you what I did that made you align with them back in our own.
[ A beat, heavy, and then– ]
Haven't you said before that I have too much in common with the powers that be that hold us captive in this reality? You didn't even know the half of it then.
I'm aware. And I'm telling you what it would take to make me align with them period.
[ But they've never seen eye to eye in many respects. Akechi doesn't foresee this issue making either yield and it's not why he's interrogating him to begin with. ]
But moving on - regale me then. It would be a refreshing change of pace to hear that I was correct from your mouth.
[ A stalemate on that front; perhaps it's a testament to how close they've become in this reality, how much they've grown separately and together, that they let it go. Neither budge even an inch from their stance, but they don't clash and argue over it.
They move on, and Maruki forces himself to sit up straight in the bath again, the skin of his shoulders and chest prickling gooseflesh as it hits the steamy air. ]
That's more or less the whole story. I gave everyone the painless reality I believed they deserved, and Kurusu helped me to kill that distortion in my heart.
[ A beat. He looks over at Akechi, and there's no hiding a tender melancholy that lingers at the edges of his gaze. ]
You were... different. I don't think it affected you at all. [ You were dead. I don't know if I truly brought you back or not. I don't know what I did. I didn't know you. ] Maybe your heart prevented me from granting your greatest wish. I don't know.
[ There's an unspoken confession in that final statement - Maruki's memory was warped until he forgot the lakeside proclamation that he wouldn't he touch that power again or-
He's been lying from day one. It never changed. He always wanted it. Akechi isn't sure which would satisfy him if he asked. It makes his skin crawl that this idiot would even attempt to grant a wish only Akechi can fulfill.
And of course Akira stole his heart. Of course he did. Of course he did. Maruki is a warped man with no future. Akira can't help trying to carve one out anyway. It's disgusting. It's stupid. ]
Of course it didn't. My will is stronger. My goal is mine. I won't be taken in by some delusion you've concocted in your own head. Still-
To think you actually went through with it. I have to say, even I was deceived by your words stating otherwise. You truly couldn't help yourself, but I told you before, didn't I? Power is an addictive thing. It doesn't shock me you would exploit it. Everyone does.
[ But he doesn't care what Maruki does. Maybe Shido lived due to someone else's wish. Maybe Shido's life, a way out of Akechi's grasp, was granted. Maybe Akira stopped it. The possibilities are endlessly frustrating no matter what path he follows.
So he doesn't. Blanketed by heat, steam and the hiss of a faucet perpetually keeping the water scorching.
He notes it. It's a matter to think of later, when he's in front of his notebook and has a chance to scratch theories across a near filled book.
His arms move - it may look like he's going to attack, but-
All he does is stretch them deep into the water, notes the beet red line on his skin. ]
At least your savior was hiding in the ranks to stop that madness. Aren't you lucky? You managed to give an unwanted gift to all the worthless, vile people who didn't deserve it and likely got away with no consequences due to the nature of it. Even I'm impressed by the scope of your betrayal to humanity.
[ A thought, a beat, and- ]
I wonder what Rumi thought when her reality shattered to pieces.
[ Akechi doesn't need to reach out to attack him. That final observation does all the work for him.
Maruki doesn't rise to the bait. He can't, because he can't let himself think about it, has desperately avoided having to do so – if he considers Rumi plunging back into that horrific darkness he pulled her from, he'll find himself sick to his stomach before he can get out of the bath. If he stops to think that she might not have been able to go on with her life in the cruel, unjust reality he helped her to leave behind, he'll–
He doesn't know what he'll do. The idea draws nothing but a vast white blankness in his mind, like fields of endless snow on the coldest day of the year.
He's frigid, suddenly. He lowers himself down to his shoulders again, barely feels the scalding water prickling at his skin. ]
There may not have been consequences for what I did in terms of actions taken against me, but Akechi...
[ Even. Measured. Genuinely curious. For all they spoke about the Phantom Thieves' methods over their time together, he never asked about this, because he never stopped to consider what came after for any of those targets. ]
Do you really think there are no consequences for a changed heart?
[ He thinks of those changed hearts. The weeping pathetic messes whose confessions were passed around as gossip on social media, done through press conferences, uttered in smoky offices while the most vile discussed the how to exploit former conspirators.
Maruki doesn't have the sway to end up behind a teleprompter. Knows that anguish was contained to a single, tiny apartment forgotten by the masses he tried to control.
The image disgusts him. A powerful man brought to his knees by a group of self-righteous teenagers who should have disbanded long ago.
The image delights him. A vile adult pressed into the corner of a couch, eyes brimming, hand in running through hair. He can see it. Is glad to have had a part in causing it, even if it should have ended with a bullet through his skull.
Akechi should have killed him. A changed heart is pitiful. It's a loss. He can't fathom why he stood side by side to that group of idiots in whatever future Maruki lived through. ]
Don't misunderstand - I know there are consequences to the person's psyche as well. It's why I was so adamant the Phantom Thieves were dangerous. I meant every word I said back then.
But frankly, I don't care about that. The emotional impact, the damage to a heart - you allowed the thieves to 'save' you and now you're living with that disgusting salvation. [ A hand rises from the water, opens dramatically between them. If water splatters on Maruki, so be it. ] Those consequences are meaningless to me. Unless you plan to start sobbing here and now - in which case, I'll put you out of your misery myself. The proper way.
No. As soon as those words leave his mouth, echo softly through the empty, humid bathhouse, a smile bursts to life across Maruki's face. ]
You know, it's funny...
[ His changed heart may now be open to all the pain he'd buried deep for so long, but it's open to all the joy he denied himself, too. He beams at Akechi and laughs, soft but radiant, appreciative. ]
You wanted to kill me then, too. Just now, you sounded exactly like him.
Is that so? That's one way he isn't a disappointment, I suppose.
[ Because in every other way that Akechi has been. Teaming up, letting Maruki live, the unknown fate of Shido-
Maruki should have a died. A change of heart is a fate too miserable for someone worthy of more. Maybe Akechi has plans to end him later. Maybe Maruki will take an easy out for himself.
But that's his life. His failures. The outcome is irrelevant. He'll suffer, he'll survive, he'll live, he'll die.
It all led to his return and-
Akechi's not unhappy to be sharing this space with this particular man again.
And so they fall back into familiar silence, Akechi lowering the temperature of the water slightly. A little. A few degrees to extend this time for himself, not Maruki. ]
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late oct - bathhouse
Maruki winning that battle only affords him a home back in a house that's irrevocably Akechi's now. A matter he stated with that same cold tone. It transferred to him. There's no proof of it outside of the home standing beyond Maruki's departure. It's all he needs in a shithole built on wishful thinking. The short lived satisfaction from relaying that information ends brutal and fast upon the realization this house doesn't even matter.
It takes a week for him to acknowledge Maruki in the hall. Then two before he wanders back to the counter to indulge in a meal. Three before he falls back into a routine perfected in the years before, offering up crossword clues, questions. It's easier to work with Maruki than against him. Akechi can pretend to give a shit awhile longer - one of them left. It's only a matter of time before it happens again.
It takes four weeks for him to invite Maruki to the bathhouse.
They sit in silence for-
Awhile. Akechi wanting to say little, eyes shut in a steamy room like he's being lulled to sleep. He's more aware than ever of the man sitting a foot away.
But inevitably, he speaks. Unable to stay silent for long. ]
I didn't inquire about your actual experience back in our world. To be frank, it means little to me, but since I've hit a dead end with the information you previously provided, I'm going to ask you to relay everything. [ One eye opens to make sure his companion hasn't died in water Akechi made sure was far hotter than normal. ] Try not to vanish before you're done.
LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOO
And when he closes his eyes at night, Akechi only a wall away, he sees comingling images of two different versions of the boy aiming a gun at him. One his ally, furious with him for leaving, and another his opponent, opposed with every fiber of his being to the deft hand Maruki used to shape his reality.
It's almost impossible to reconcile the two, to accept that there was indeed a reality in which he did not truly have Akechi's best interests at heart. Guilt compounds, bitter in the back of his throat throughout every terse interaction that slowly gives way to a routine they both remember well.
Even with that, though– the invitation is a shock. He wasn't sure they'd ever get to that level of comfort around one another again, and he was willing to accept that, take his lumps for betraying Akechi's rarely-shown trust.
Maruki accepts it too quickly, too eagerly. Sits in contented silence, stunned that it's happening at all–
And then try not to vanish before you're done hits his ears.
He opens his eyes, looks over at Akechi through the steam.
If he thought he could withstand more than a few seconds underwater, or if he trusted that Akechi would save him if he did pass out, he'd dunk himself down in the name of a stupid joke.
But he can't, and he doesn't, so he won't. Only rolls his eyes and lets them fall closed again, head knocking back onto the stone wall behind them. ]
We both knew what was coming for me. [ And every day, he resents that he couldn't change his fate. ] Do you really want me to detail the entire ordeal, Akechi?
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[ Unfinished business sits in the back of his mind. He wants to hold Maruki's head under the water until he drowns. ]
Go on.
digging up this link and reveling at how batshit insane they are
It's strange. He can't remember the last time he felt hesitant to speak around Akechi. For better or for worse, once their masks were cast aside, it became as natural as breathing to tell him anything.
Finally, though– ]
You remember when Akira first appeared. [ Akira now, no longer Kurusu. Not since Maruki saw those tears in his eyes in that darkened bedroom. ] I told you about the bizarre things happening on Christmas Eve, right before I appeared here.
[ He shifts in the water, slides off the little ledge so he can sink down lower, up to his shoulders. Hidden now beneath the surface, he can freely press one hand to his sternum, ground himself through trying to make sense of all of this for the first time. ]
I'm still unclear exactly what transpired, but whatever it was... it opened up the collective unconscious to me. Mementos, as you told me it's called. You can imagine what I was able to do with that sort of access.
they really are the freak of freaks
Not the words spewing from Maruki's mouth - no, that's entirely expected. Akechi had said as much about Mementos, the effect it has on even the most feeble in the world. That power enthralls. It infects. Even the Phantom Thieves had given into baser instincts to manipulate others in the pursuit of good.
No, what's odd is the way he's acting. Hesitant. Nervous, perhaps. Akechi can't parse the exact issue. His own body feeds off it. A detective's instinct and his own hackles pushed up.
He doesn't move. Doesn't try to follow or meet Maruki at his level. All he does is open both eyes and stare at him through the steam. ]
Given your already extensive power, and your insatiable curiosity, I'm certain you caused many problems in that world. It was guaranteed that you would. It's why I mandated you couldn't go in without me, but well-
[ Akechi wasn't there. ♥ It's not a grudge, it's a fact. ]
You ensured that wasn't possible either.
So go on - continue.
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The problems I caused weren't localized to Mementos.
[ Quiet, quiet, but that moment of hesitation has passed. He already has one foot over the cliff's edge. He can't reel back now and save himself. Might as well leap. ]
I was able to change the true reality. It would have been permanent, were it not for... well, I'm sure you can guess.
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He recalls an all consuming distortion, a void giving way to light. It made him want to puke then. His stomach lurches now. ]
A joker, I assume. [ A hero. A guide. Funny how a boy that can't remember a near god still manages to change the future. ] Let me ask you - are you incapable from learning from your mistakes or do you just enjoy making them over and over?
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You can rest assured I've learned my lesson now. Thank you for your own role in that, by the way. It was fascinating to go up against you in a group setting.
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Fix shit?
What does he care if the man distorted a world? He would have only intervened if Shido had been-
Taken from him. A heart warped and healed or pulled from his bloody hands.
And that is why Akechi tilts his head to meet Maruki's gaze head on. ]
I'll do what's needed to fulfil my goals. I assume you took that away from me, which left me no other option but to join that ragtag group of criminals.
So let me ask bluntly - what did you do to Shido?
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No, it's all pain he caused himself.
Gently, calmly: ]
I didn't take your goal from you. I had nothing to do with that. I wouldn't.
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He knows when someone's lying. Knows that Maruki is a liar by nature - to himself, to others, to a world. He breaks impossible promises. Exploits a world for his own gain. He found a way to use Mementos to his advantage despite confirmations he'll wait, he'll wait, he'll wait. Of course he would use it to further himself. Everyone does. Everyone.
He's no longer an exception in the making. Maruki Takuto is as vile as everyone else.
An exhale - annoyed, not irate. They're past this shit, but a trip to reality had changed Maruki in small, minuscule ways Akechi has yet to parse. It's annoying. It's interesting. It's a matter to pick at during his limited time here. ]
There's no other reason I would team up with them again. None. If what you're saying is true, then that's what happened. Whether you're aware of it or not - that's irrelevant.
[ And to this conversation-
It's irrelevant. It's a promise he expected to be broken and one that won't matter because Akechi will deal with it. Has dealt with it. It bothers him little in this steaming hot bath. Maybe tonight it will carry more weight, when he's alone in a room he can't stand to be in. ]
But keep going. Let's hear more of your sordid escapades and your journey back.
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[ He's ignored Akechi's urging to go on, honed in on that insistence. ]
There's no other reason? None at all?
[ Perhaps he can't yet admit to dragging Akechi back from beyond the grave, too wary of revealing too much about the boy's future to himself, too much guilt that alchemized himself into a grief he hasn't felt so fiercely since he and Akira were choking on flowers and blood in the tatami room–
But he can admit to this. ]
Why do you have allies here, Akechi? To fight back against a reality you're trapped in against your will and see it destroyed, right?
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Then it will pick at him during the few moments his mind isn't on Shido, on his overarching goal.
But it's not right either. The allies aren't thieves. They're a grotesque, vile group that doesn't hide behind their own self-righteousness. Akira-
Has a darkness in his own heart Akechi can snag and wield in rare moments meant for them alone. His power extends beyond that group. The thieves hold him back. He's valuable.
Haru, too-
Is an odd outlier to the bumbling group. He isn't sure what to make of her yet, but she rests somewhere in between competent and an eyesore.
He mulls this over in silence, a flicker of something crossing his features during. It's right. It's not. He would never align with the thieves as a whole again, even here. He would use them. Exploit them. Follow them and leave them behind in this world, but-
Wouldn't want them to be a team again. Refuses to be associated as a thief again. Their time together is long over. Only Shido could make Akechi consider it once more.
Akechi slides down until his shoulders ache from the heat. ]
Yes, that's why I'm handpicked those I deem capable of shattering this world, though I'll admit that comes second to simply leaving. If the phantom thieves were to arrive in this world in full, take up the mantle as delusional heroes yet again-
I wouldn't ally myself with them as a whole or fight with them unless absolutely necessary. It wouldn't be worth the headache. When I left their group the first time, I made that clear. I don't intend to go back on it. Ever.
[ After his betrayal, they must feel the same. He can't imagine it's not mutual. ]
To be frank, they make me sick.
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I'm not implying that they'll show up in this world. I'm telling you what I did that made you align with them back in our own.
[ A beat, heavy, and then– ]
Haven't you said before that I have too much in common with the powers that be that hold us captive in this reality? You didn't even know the half of it then.
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[ But they've never seen eye to eye in many respects. Akechi doesn't foresee this issue making either yield and it's not why he's interrogating him to begin with. ]
But moving on - regale me then. It would be a refreshing change of pace to hear that I was correct from your mouth.
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They move on, and Maruki forces himself to sit up straight in the bath again, the skin of his shoulders and chest prickling gooseflesh as it hits the steamy air. ]
That's more or less the whole story. I gave everyone the painless reality I believed they deserved, and Kurusu helped me to kill that distortion in my heart.
[ A beat. He looks over at Akechi, and there's no hiding a tender melancholy that lingers at the edges of his gaze. ]
You were... different. I don't think it affected you at all. [ You were dead. I don't know if I truly brought you back or not. I don't know what I did. I didn't know you. ] Maybe your heart prevented me from granting your greatest wish. I don't know.
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He's been lying from day one. It never changed. He always wanted it. Akechi isn't sure which would satisfy him if he asked. It makes his skin crawl that this idiot would even attempt to grant a wish only Akechi can fulfill.
And of course Akira stole his heart. Of course he did. Of course he did. Maruki is a warped man with no future. Akira can't help trying to carve one out anyway. It's disgusting. It's stupid. ]
Of course it didn't. My will is stronger. My goal is mine. I won't be taken in by some delusion you've concocted in your own head. Still-
To think you actually went through with it. I have to say, even I was deceived by your words stating otherwise. You truly couldn't help yourself, but I told you before, didn't I? Power is an addictive thing. It doesn't shock me you would exploit it. Everyone does.
[ But he doesn't care what Maruki does. Maybe Shido lived due to someone else's wish. Maybe Shido's life, a way out of Akechi's grasp, was granted. Maybe Akira stopped it. The possibilities are endlessly frustrating no matter what path he follows.
So he doesn't. Blanketed by heat, steam and the hiss of a faucet perpetually keeping the water scorching.
He notes it. It's a matter to think of later, when he's in front of his notebook and has a chance to scratch theories across a near filled book.
His arms move - it may look like he's going to attack, but-
All he does is stretch them deep into the water, notes the beet red line on his skin. ]
At least your savior was hiding in the ranks to stop that madness. Aren't you lucky? You managed to give an unwanted gift to all the worthless, vile people who didn't deserve it and likely got away with no consequences due to the nature of it. Even I'm impressed by the scope of your betrayal to humanity.
[ A thought, a beat, and- ]
I wonder what Rumi thought when her reality shattered to pieces.
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Maruki doesn't rise to the bait. He can't, because he can't let himself think about it, has desperately avoided having to do so – if he considers Rumi plunging back into that horrific darkness he pulled her from, he'll find himself sick to his stomach before he can get out of the bath. If he stops to think that she might not have been able to go on with her life in the cruel, unjust reality he helped her to leave behind, he'll–
He doesn't know what he'll do. The idea draws nothing but a vast white blankness in his mind, like fields of endless snow on the coldest day of the year.
He's frigid, suddenly. He lowers himself down to his shoulders again, barely feels the scalding water prickling at his skin. ]
There may not have been consequences for what I did in terms of actions taken against me, but Akechi...
[ Even. Measured. Genuinely curious. For all they spoke about the Phantom Thieves' methods over their time together, he never asked about this, because he never stopped to consider what came after for any of those targets. ]
Do you really think there are no consequences for a changed heart?
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Maruki doesn't have the sway to end up behind a teleprompter. Knows that anguish was contained to a single, tiny apartment forgotten by the masses he tried to control.
The image disgusts him. A powerful man brought to his knees by a group of self-righteous teenagers who should have disbanded long ago.
The image delights him. A vile adult pressed into the corner of a couch, eyes brimming, hand in running through hair. He can see it. Is glad to have had a part in causing it, even if it should have ended with a bullet through his skull.
Akechi should have killed him. A changed heart is pitiful. It's a loss. He can't fathom why he stood side by side to that group of idiots in whatever future Maruki lived through. ]
Don't misunderstand - I know there are consequences to the person's psyche as well. It's why I was so adamant the Phantom Thieves were dangerous. I meant every word I said back then.
But frankly, I don't care about that. The emotional impact, the damage to a heart - you allowed the thieves to 'save' you and now you're living with that disgusting salvation. [ A hand rises from the water, opens dramatically between them. If water splatters on Maruki, so be it. ] Those consequences are meaningless to me. Unless you plan to start sobbing here and now - in which case, I'll put you out of your misery myself. The proper way.
GOD WE CAN WRAP UP...... HELL ON EARTH
Oh, Akechi couldn't be more wrong.
No. As soon as those words leave his mouth, echo softly through the empty, humid bathhouse, a smile bursts to life across Maruki's face. ]
You know, it's funny...
[ His changed heart may now be open to all the pain he'd buried deep for so long, but it's open to all the joy he denied himself, too. He beams at Akechi and laughs, soft but radiant, appreciative. ]
You wanted to kill me then, too. Just now, you sounded exactly like him.
TERRIBLE......cw: suicide
[ Because in every other way that Akechi has been. Teaming up, letting Maruki live, the unknown fate of Shido-
Maruki should have a died. A change of heart is a fate too miserable for someone worthy of more. Maybe Akechi has plans to end him later. Maybe Maruki will take an easy out for himself.
But that's his life. His failures. The outcome is irrelevant. He'll suffer, he'll survive, he'll live, he'll die.
It all led to his return and-
Akechi's not unhappy to be sharing this space with this particular man again.
And so they fall back into familiar silence, Akechi lowering the temperature of the water slightly. A little. A few degrees to extend this time for himself, not Maruki. ]