My heart desires death (Second-death post) [Restricted]

[linkclickakira]

"Second death"

TW: death, gore, damaged flesh, suicide, possible panic attack in the threads

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DEATH SCENE

Akira knew what he was doing.

This had happened before. A gun against his head and a trigger being pulled. Such simple actions, isn't it? Humanity had made it their sole birthright to use their intelligence in uprooting each other from their very bones and flesh as if their words and small actions weren't enough. Letting something wager someone's death on its other end- the sole duty of a gun and Akira had callously thrown away his life with it. As he always does. When Goro stood on the other side of the table, telling him things didn't have to turn this way if he just stayed away the moment he told him to. When he watched behind the door at the young grieving girl who blamed herself for her mother's death.

When he killed him. In anger. In frustration. In sheer fucking betrayal.

Except something was wrong.

He felt wrong.

He should have awakened to his previous picture amongst the crowds in his own world. He had a plan. He would be away from this otherworldly hell-hole and once again savour the one year he has in order to save everyone he cares about.

But then...what was this? He couldn't move. He was floating somewhere, his face facing a large gaping abyss. A sea of sorts, his chest heavy as he finds himself floating like the very particles of sand in an hourglass. His fingers weren't responding to him. He couldn't speak. He couldn't scream. What the hell went wrong here? Where is he?!

"It seems you are not enjoying the amenities of this world to the fullest, trickster," he hears a familiar voice speak but fuck it's everywhere. It's wiggling in his ears, itching into his eardrums; it's blaring through his whole body, shaking him to the very core. "I was hoping the first death would have been our last but- it certainly doesn't seem like it now."

The long-nosed man's uncanny grin looks up at the suspended floating body of Kira. A clear bullet hole at the centre of his forehead with blue gleaming from the injury's core- as if healing him from within. Regenerating back as if nothing had happened in the first place.

"What a shame."

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[cybermask]

She studied him as he reacted, it was always a good idea when met with someone new, no matter how similar they were to someone else you know. Or if they were the same person.

His lip came up and she was instantly aware of intent. His hand raised and she stepped back and ducked, not this time, Akira.

[linkclickakira]

"Ha-!" He chuckled as Futaba ducked, now poking her on the forehead this time which landed true to its mark unlike his previous action which she successfully ducked. "There. Its all purged now. You don't remember a thing~"

"Okay alright- that's enough distraction from my end," he shakes his head as he sighs and looks away for a moment. His eyes remain on the velvet room, his grin falling to a flat line as grief overcomes him. Akechi. He's not here. He's gone.

Possibly for as long as he's going to be here.

He does try to keep his smile adamant just in case Futaba is watching. "Just being serious here," he gulps as he looks forward at the velvet door that will lead him back to the real world. "Thank you. For checking in on me, I mean." He just hopes his powers don't curse her since she's one of the few people who somewhat know how they work. "I should be alright from here- just need a little time." He stops, his gaze flinching as he finds himself staring down at his camera. "Well, its not like I am gonna run out of it either now. Atleast for a while."

[cybermask]

He was playful, but he could become serious on a moment's dime, that was something she'd have to get used to. It seemed to be a trait that several of them shared, but she'd never guess who had what.

"Don't worry over it. You looked stressed and in pain. Everyone adjusts over time. It just takes some longer than others," she glances away, "don't lose hope about whatever you are missing. Time pauses back home. You aren't missing anything." She meets his eyes with a sad smile, one she can't even make her pretended joy, her masked sadness coming almost fully to light. "If the past is anything to go off of, he'll probably show up here in the future, if it be a year later, or less."

[linkclickakira]

Everyone says that he's not missing anything. He's just on a vacation without his own consent and he should stop worrying about it but- how do they know that? Igor could be lying to all of them so that none of them panic. "..." he hums though he doesn't sound too convinced. Honestly, Futaba herself doesn't look like she's happy about the arrangements either. As much as it did dishearten him, it was better than lying to him outright.

If the past is anything to go off of, he'll probably show up here in the future.

Akira's eyes widen behind his glasses as he looks at her like she was the one who shot herself in front of him. Would he...want that? Would he want to be with Goro- after everything that had happened. After all the times he failed him? "D-Don't."

"Don't give me that hope, please. He's- he could come from any timeline. If he knows what I did in them he would-"

He presses the back of his hand to his mouth before cupping the sight of his cheek. Shut up. Shut up. He doesn't need this right now. Not in front of her (she's seen enough of it). Not in front of Igor who's simply going to grin and pretend like he gives a shit. "Oh wow- look at me ramble like that-! I just need to sleep it off really then we need to demolish a building."

[cybermask]

She sighed, then placed a hand on his shoulder. "Akira, it'll be okay," she said softly. She gave him a smile then squeezed her hand and stepped back, "go nap, I'll take care of gathering the equipment."

She couldn't think of what he was thinking she couldn't imagine it. She did know that this was going to be a way to get some things off her chest and that was going to be what kept her going for now.

[linkclickakira]

"I am good," he answers in return to her consoling. He's doing amazing, actually- he's just never had the chance to think through about his actions. Always planning ahead, always miscontruing the past to the point that it was mutiliated to a shell of his true timeline...his shoulders hunch when she steps away. His jaw tightens as he finally decides to let go of this place as a whole- he's never coming back to the velvet room. Never again.

Not until he's back home.

"Don't go bald from worrying, alright?" He playfully replies as he winks at her again. Its about damn time they left. He reaches forward for the door knob and twists it- letting the gaping blue void welcome him as the two of them finally depart from their messy first meeting. He doesn't know how much value an ally holds here just yet or does it even matter if he has friends here or not. He doesn't know if he wants something like that anyway.

Mostly, he's worked alone after all.

Not that it matters anymore. Might as well spend the rest of the time grieving in his room- if it even exists.

What a shitshow.

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Once he's alone in his room, blankets draped over his head as he finds himself balling into a caccoon- he finds himself staring at his gallery. Emptily. Photos of him and his Akechi. Times when things weren't so complicated...he feels like a failure. He glances down at his shirt- biting the inside of his cheek before unbotting the first two buttons to glance down at the ring now hanging off from a silver chain around his neck. He clutches it carefully, rubbing his eyes once as he releases a shaky sigh and pulls himself together.

He finally goes for his pocket and unfurls the poorly wrinkled paper.

There are names.

Names of all the inhabitants here so far with their attached worldly numbers and locations. A significant amount of Akechis and Rens- less than half a dozen Akiras and some others he doesn't recognize or were his friend at some point. God- Haru...Futaba...Ann...Ryuji- so many others he never really got close too after the first few timelines.

Its only when he carefully stares at it- does he notice the lower portion of the paper fading away.

His eyes widen in panic as he goes for his phone and takes a quick few snapshots of the piece of paper. "What the hell.." he watches the record curl in or itself before extinguishing into tiny bits.

Fucking Igor thought he got him.

He snickers as he looks at the pictures, confirming once that they haven't disappeared yet. Enough sulking, he should probably distract himself in some way, right?

Pancakes...