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aki hayakawa. ([personal profile] lifeprice) wrote2011-01-10 05:17 pm

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CHARACTER NAME HAYAKAWA AKI
CIVILIAN NAME ASAHI YUKI
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HOUSING NUMBER 017
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[personal profile] nutkick 2024-03-03 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he breathed out a heavy exhale, his breath stutter in distress, fingers gripping hard into whatever they could grasp and it happened to be aki's jacket. truth is, he was angry. it's anger more than anything else. he wanted to let go and feel that freedom again, pull the cord, and mutilate every living, breathing creature in sight. he wanted to feast on their flesh again, but instead, he'd been left with all those emotions with no outlet to let it all out— and he fucking hates it.

he's just hurting and hurting and it's endless.

however, in contrast to all that built-up aggression, aki's touch was gentle on his body. the other man's breathing is more steady and calm against his chest. is he calm? no, but he didn't feel like he wanted to paint this entire room in red anymore. he was quiet for a while, just holding onto the other. eventually, he broke the silence. ]


Stay here tonight ...
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[personal profile] nutkick 2024-03-04 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ okay, no questioned asked, no 'what happened?' — good. denji can work with that. it made it less overwhelming knowing he didn't need to explain himself or figure out whatever the hell was going on in his head, all he was asking was to feel something physical— something that would keep his feet on the ground. and aki is doing just fine. denji nods, lips parted and his breathing slows down, easing in— more quiet now. he is somewhat feverish which is something aki would feel with the touch of their foreheads.

he opened his eyes, barely, and kept his gaze low. his voice is a bit gruff, akin to a whisper. ]
... Okay. [ he's holding onto the other now for a different reason, and he shifts a bit on his feet. the sedatives are still in his system, making it hard for him to move around. ] Help me get changed ...
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[personal profile] nutkick 2024-03-07 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ of course aki will do it. of course he will carry the burden of taking care of another mess because he's that type of person; stupidly kind. even when he was kicking his ass in the alley, he did it because he didn't want denji to end up killing himself fighting devils, scare him off so he could have a normal life instead. it's tiring, but that's how aki will always be, even right now— he's helping him without any reserves. he settles on the bed with his shirt off, watching the other as he looks through the closet for a fresh set of clothes.

eventually, it got too much, too heavy, too draining ... ]
... I killed you.

[ he will let that sink in, wait for aki to maybe take a seat, embrace himself for the full story, and denji tells him everything. he will just unload it on him at once, until the very last second. there are new faces in his life, new enemies, and new failures. public safety has lost its pride, 350,000 civilians were killed for a bigger plan, the church, the death devil is coming and denji was supposed to deal with it. makima's end, nayuta's birth, his growing lust to hurt others — the loss of all the pets, his home, and aki/power's personal items that he kept as a memory; all burned in flames.

denji looked vulnerable and frail ... but no tears. ]


You'll still look out for me. You're that kind. It makes you an easy prey to devils ... and I won't be able to protect you anymore.
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[personal profile] nutkick 2024-03-09 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ god, where to begin? he was unsure how aki would handle everything he threw his way but it certainly wasn't this. denji watched him with fearful eyes, gaze following the other's hand until it settled on his head — it was just one of those moments where he knew something bad was about to happen, he could feel it in his guts.

'I already knew you were going to kill me'. okay, yeah— how the fuck is he supposed to take that? aside from the obvious way, which is him wondering if they could've prevented it all. maybe if he knew, they could've helped each other to stop it, and none of this would've happened, but denji can only assume the future devil wasn't very specific on 'how' or 'why'. still. still ...

slowly, he lowered his head and closed his eyes. he then took in a sharp inhale— aki is crying, isn't he? he said he was sorry, even when denji didn't. everything felt too fucked up to make sense of, with his emotions all over the place, but he knew pointing fingers and talking about shit they can't change is not the answer either. ]


... I'm sorry, too.

[ tired, quiet— he returns the gestures, curling his fingers around aki's. there is one thing he didn't share with him and it's his deal with makima here. it will stay that way. ]

I don't know how long we have here. Eventually, I will have to go back, right? Help me get better ...