Patixntia‌:

explosivestorm:

NONETHELESS SHE SOUGHT DARKNESS BY HERSELF. Those days spent by Izanami’s side taught her a valuable lesson. However to speak of them with others, to reveals those secrets they shared together was something which she would refrain from doing. Whatever fragment of sympathy ( if there was anything left ) which the goddess had for her would not be broken apart. That trust would not be betrayed. If anything, whatever happened would remain between them. Feeling at ease as she kept on hearing Ana speaking, Yuna wondered for a brief moment about her own story. Regardless of her dispute with Yukimura, was Ana truly happy?

❝ Not in the slightest. I am at peace with what happened back then. Whatever consequences, I will confront them. However.. ❞ Hesitation was present into her voice, her tone becoming slightly lower than normal. Yuna was not certain of how to bring that certain topic to Anastasia. Whatever happened, she should not get involved, but how could she just abandon somebody whom she deemed as friend? Perhaps it was an action based on her grudge towards Yukimura, but.. she often wondered whether she was happy there. ❝ Are you happy being there? You must be aware now of my…. dispute with that man. ❞ It had been more than a dispute. It reached the point where Yuna did not wish to cross paths with him again. Somebody as proud as herself would not lower herself to apologize for something which she was in the right.

Taking in a deep breathe, she chose to stop hesitating and confront Ana regardless of whether she would be wrong or not. ❝ I wonder whether you feel well there or not. I told him I believe he considers you all as pawns and I still believe that. I am aware that you and Hanzo are not on friendly terms, but when I confronted Yukimura about his death… ❞ That gaze, those words.. even recalling everything made Yuna’s blood boil. At that time she was hesitating a lot, those words she said being spilled out in a fit of anger. Now if she could repeat that scene, she would have done everything in a different way. ❝ Honestly, I prefer not to see his face ever again, so you will not see me again in Ueda. I will not apologize for something I said and believe in strongly. But this does not mean I do not care about you or have respect for you and the others as he claims. Haha, I still want to hit him. A real hit this time. ❞

      “As long as you are willing to face the consequences headfirst, you should be able to overcome them eventually.” Anastasia responds with a bit of a hum – nodding a little, approvingly. The truth was, that was part of her problem when she had originally returned. It had been done so as … final act. She had returned to UEDA with the understanding that she would die.

      Almost the H O P E for death.

      However, when she’d been granted an extension to her life, when she’d been accepted amongst them again as the terms for her “f o r g i v e n e s s” . . . she’d felt TRAPPED. Sometimes, that man’s kindness was horribly crippling. It was K I N D, but it was manipulative. He’d known from the moment he spoke that his kindness was a binding c o n t r a c t. If Anastasia had had any other goals, dreams, or aspirations, they would have died on the spot. However, her dreams had died before that day, regardless. “… I’m aware of your conflict with our Lord, yes.” Anastasia responds, somewhat… carefully. “I wasn’t informed of it by the Lord himself, Sanada-sama has mostly kept the situation to himself, with the exception of his page – Rokurou-san. I simply happened to overhear about it when they were talking.” Honestly? She wasn’t sure what to make of the situation herself, since she hadn’t been there. And as she wasn’t properly informed? She was slow to make a judgement call on the situation… However? As the other asks about her own situation, Anastasia offers a soft smile. “I’m fine, Yuna-san. Sanada-sama has been more then lenient with me, and. . . even if I wasn’t exactly thrilled by his decision to employ me again at first? I’m… grateful that he did. It gave me a chance to redeem myself. It’s… given me the chance to make things right with people. And... I didn’t know how much I needed that.”

      Though she had resented H I M for it at first, Anastasia knew that without his kindness she would have never been able to make things right with Isanami. She would have never been able to apologize to Sasuke. Or work towards redemption in Saizou’s eyes. Or even get to speak to ROKUROU about what she’d done to his e y e. . . They were dear friends of hers, and if she’d left things as they were? She would have DIED a traitor.

      However, as the other continues to talk, Anastasia falls silent again. The RUSSIAN Kunoichi interested to hear what her friends was speaking. It was… interesting to hear that. From an outsiders perspective, perhaps it did look that way, but? After the other finishes speaking, she offers a slight nod – “… I can see where you might think that. I believed the same at first.” It was the honest truth. She’d HATED Yukimura years ago, judged him immediately due to his being a feudal LORD whose title had been granted to him from W A R. And the fact was – LORD tended to treat their underlings like pawns and playthings. She knew that VERY personally. And yet? “It’s impossible for me to dispute that it might seem that way, however? I can say this with absolute certainty: Yukimura is the best possible lord for me and those who are in his employ. He’s… unique. Weird. But he absolutely see’s us all as people, or? We wouldn’t still be there.” Saizou in specific was who she was thinking of. The young man who had had such skills – but had abandoned the idea of ever getting a lord. Yukimura was the one who had given him any faith in serving others again.

      “I do not fault you for following your ideals. You should do what you think is best.” Anastasia believed that. If Yuna thought it was best to not return, then perhaps it was best. “I don’t claim to understand that man – so I can’t say what’s running through his head. I can’t imagine what it was that he said to you about Hanzo’s disappearance.” In fact, she couldn’t be sympathetic when it came to that at all. When it came to Hanzo, she STILL hated him. He’d deceived her and used her as a weapon against the others. So? Despite being willing to work with him, because she was professional, she did hate him. “And you should hit him again. Honestly, most of us spend our time exhausted with his antics… and most of us would like to hit him to. But? I would like to put forth that you should reframe from doing any real damage to him. We’re the only ones who are supposed to beat our lord up.” She offers with a smile and a soft laugh – ( Rokurou half burst the lords eardrums every other day with that technique of his… so… ) “We’re also paid to keep him from any real damage – so? You’d be denying us our pay if you got a real hit in.”

@patixntia continued from [x]

      When the other made her comment, he just stares for a second – it was a strangely comforting thing for her to say. It was N I C E to know that his partner wasn’t the type to just abandon him, and yet? Her words had him a little… embarrassed.

      “… I was trying to make a joke?” He offers out, somewhat meekly as he looks at her through his bangs.

      He wasn’t good at those. Being as asocial as he was, he tended to just… hide. Observe. It was easier that way. Especially given his quirky habits and hobbies. “I should… work on my joking tone, hmm?” He continues, though… he really was flattered. It was nice to know that he had such a protective and kind friend. He wasn’t sure where he had gone R I G H T in life to meet someone like her, but? Regardless, Hijirihara felt very lucky…

// sinbad - verses

{ Kindly King } -              ( ver ) .royalty╰☆╮(❝Sinbad❞)

      This is the verse that will primarily take place in the bulk of Magi - before a lot of Sinbad’s plans have been revealed. Generally, this will be my primary verse for him, unless the others are requested.

       Generally speaking, Sinbad is an inspiration and surprisingly laid-back man. He appears open and genuine in most of his interactions - though that might just be because he is charming and just a little on the manipulative side. He knows how his actions are perceived, he knows what he’s doing, and he’s never lost sight of his goals. Despite how rounded a route he seems to take towards them.

{ Before } -            ( ver ) .dreamer╰☆╮(❝Sinbad❞)

      Young Sinbad. Generally speaking this will be the verse i use for any part of Sinbad no Bouken, at least? Until I decide to section it off into portions. If you have any particular timeline in there you’d like to explore? Just let me know!

{ After Timeskip } -            ( ver ) .god complex╰☆╮(❝Sinbad❞)

      This is after the time skip from when Alibaba “died.” Where Sinbad now runs the Sindria Trading Company again, and the world has changed quite a bit. It appears Sinbad is still chasing after the tail end of some dream that he’s leaving unspoken... but what exactly at his plans? No one knows.

// hiei - verses

{ Post Series } –                   ( ver ) .wanderer╰☆╮(❝Hiei❞)

      Hiei, after losing the demon tournament, appears to be comfortable where he’s currently living. Finding himself remaining around Mukuro’s side, regardless of the fact that he’s more than free to leave at any time. Now? He patrols the Demon Realm, returning humans that had lost their way back to their own side of the now nonexistent barrier. A strange job for a man who hates humans, hmm?

{ Demon Tournament } –                    ( ver ) .challenger╰☆╮(❝Hiei❞)

      The second tournament that Hiei partakes in. This time? Due to a decision Yusuke made. About exactly how the new ruler of the demon realm would be chosen. ( I will also be using this tag for the “Three Kings Arc,” until I decide to make a separate verse for it?) He is a man who still seeks strength, to some extent, however? He doesn’t particularly have many goals at this time. Leaving him with the resolve that it’s alright to die. He doesn’t seek death, but? If it happens, it happens. He appears to be a little more willing to befriend and talk more honestly during this time… should the mood strike.

{ Chapter Black } –                    ( ver ) .parolee╰☆╮(❝Hiei❞)

      At this particular moment, the fire sprite lives in an assigned area of sorts. Keeping himself out of trouble, and remaining within these grounds, at least? Until he is finally off of his parole. It promise of early release from his sentence that truly gets him to work, again, with his old allies. However? He appears to be drawn a little further into everything as time goes on. Could it be that he’s gaining a small soft spot for the lot of them? Not likely.

{ Dark Tournament } –                  ( ver ) .teammate╰☆╮(❝Hiei❞)

      Regardless of his personal feelings about working with a team? Hiei has decided to go along with the Spirit Realms plan to throw him onto a bit of a makeshift team, led by the very detective that had first defeated him and gotten him punished. During this time? Hiei is particularly brutal with his self-training. Welcoming the pain and punishment, as long as it yields gain just as great. During this time? Hiei learns how to master the “Dragon of the Darkness Flame,” though? It does appear to have its back-draws.

{ Beginning } –             ( ver ) .seeker╰☆╮(❝Hiei❞)

      The Jaganshi, Hiei is a small, vicious, fire demon who has more than his fair share of secrets, plots, plans, etc. He appears to rely mainly on his speed and his skill with the sword, at this particular stage in his life. However, what is it that particularly drives him to do the things he does? Could it be that he has some mastermind like goal? Or could it be something far simpler than that …

“human” ; hanzo & isanami

continued from [ x ] ; @smiletorn

      The fact that he didn’t see this coming was absolutely ridiculous – somehow, Isanami was always just Isanami. The fact that he was crying, the fact that he was emotional, didn’t stop her from doing what she always did. Which? Was taking care of her team, in the only way she knew how. By being unapologetically herself. Including, but not limited to, forcing her teammates to make “fish-faces” to stop them from hurting themselves.

      When she did so, he released his bite rather then fight her. She was right, he shouldn’t act that way. Least of all in front of her. ( . . . no. he shouldn’t act that way at all. not now, when he was part of a team. )

      The Fire Brave did nod then – a silent agreement not to do that again. And to listen to the other. His eyes still glistening a little, he just focuses his molten eyes on the other’s amber hues. He would listen. He wouldn’t run away. And, another way to show it? He hugs her just a little bit more. He wouldn’t disappear. He’d wait. He’d listen. It was the very least Hanzo could do for his fellow BRAVE. Let alone the youth he was confessing all of this to. . .

      When she started going into detail about all their adventures, he felt his lips twitch ever-so-slightly upwards. A small smile forcing itself onto his lips, despite the somber mood. They had a lot of shenanigans going for them, as members of this team, he’d found himself frequently at her side. Enjoying her company. He didn’t mind her giving him unreasonable requests. It wasn’t out of tolerance, it wasn’t him just putting up with her, it was out of the fact that he was simply glad to be at her side. And if that was how she tolerated him? He was happy to comply. And as their time together had increased, so had the amount of times they sought out each other…

      As she kept talking, as he kept listening, he barely noticed he stopped crying. He felt his chest tighten – f e a r, as he recognized it now, as she kept talking. However, he felt himself take a breath when she said she didn’t hate him. And? That if he wanted to be her friend… he would have to live in the f u t u r e.

      What a request. As a shinobi, he’s always been a tool. He’d never planned anything for himself – and the time he did, it was out of spite. And that hadn’t ended well. That had ended up with him losing an arm, and being frozen in a block of ice for a year… but… it had also ended in T H I S. So, was it really… b a d? He’d let her finish. Staying silent, as promised, as she spoke… “Manuel labor, letting you tease me, and living in the future? Living in the present? Not the past… I think… I think those t-terms are acceptable. I can live with that.” He tries to tease back - he knew his voice was a little flat. But? If she was trying to lighten the mood, who was he to ruin it?

      He finally spoke again – his voice still raw. Pained. But, the tears in his eyes now were… relief. Not pain. “I won’t… disappear, Isanami. I promise you, I won’t… I won’t change how I act towards you. If you’re still here. If you’re… still willing to accept me at your side? I won’t… run away. I won’t hide myself behind walls. I don’t… want to push you away. I want to be here. I want… I want to be human.” It was terrifying – to admit that he wanted that. Even if he was absolutely horrified by his emotions.

      Even if he was tortured by what he did – if she wanted him to get his head out of the past, and start living for the here and now? He’d… try.

      “You’ll… have to forgive me. I won’t be very good at living in the here and now right away. But… I’ll learn. I’ll keep learning. I won’t… I won’t give up. If you’re willing to wait, if you’re willing to put up with me being just… stupidly bad at living for the future? If you’re willing to wait for me… I’ll keep trying until I catch up with you. I promise.” Hanzo very rarely used those words – he didn’t make promises. He didn’t make personal deals. As a shinobi – personal anything, was a failure on his part. But, in this instant? He was willing to f a i l at being a shinobi.

      If it meant… that they could be f r i e n d s. That they could be companions. That he could belong here.

      “I won’t push you away.” He murmurs again, nodding a little. Hanzo wasn’t used to people wanting to be near him, but, despite his own insecurities. Despite his F E A R. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt her… not again. Not if he could help it. “… as long as you want me to be here? I won’t go anywhere. Okay?” Somehow, this place had become his home. Somehow, U E D A had helped warm his heart – and open him up to people. Somehow, this rag-tag group of misfits had become his h o m e. And this place? He would protect it… regardless of what it took from him personally.

@ultimumsuperbia continued from [ x ]

      Frustration appears in the older Alicein’s eyes as the other begins his rebellion. With that, however, he moves over swiftly. Putting his arms on the others shoulder to sort of encourage him to lay back down – he knew Tetsu was probably physically stronger then him, but? While the other was sick, he could probably at least enforce that the other stay there.

      “You are not goin’ anywhere, Eve of Pride. If ya start movin’ around, and insist on headin’ home? You’ll only be puttin’ yourself in further danger. Right now, just concentrate on restin’. Or you’re going to be a lot of trouble for a lot of people.”

       The words were not meant to hurt the other feelings – even if the older Alicein couldn’t say he particularly trusted the boy, he knew Misono did. And that was reason enough to keep him alive at least. “Do you not have a brain, boy? You ‘ave a god-awful fever. If you try to bring yourself home right now, you’ll pass out on the road and likely be taken out by one of Tsubaki’s subclass. Do ya really want to upset your Servamp and yer friends like that?” He was scolding him now, keeping his grip firm on the others shoulder. “Until ya recover, I’m not lettin’ you leave here without a fight. I’ll subdue ya by force if I have to. Just ‘cause I don’t like you doesn’t mean I’m about to let you upset my brother that way. Right now, yer in my shop. So I’m not ‘bout to let you wonder about it and damage my property. Lay down. Stay layin’. I’ll take care of ya until we can get ya home.”

// nagito komaeda - verses

{ “School Trip of Mutual Killing” } –                     ( ver ) .tragedy╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      This takes place during the main timeline of “SDR2.” After Monokuma arrived, beat off their teacher Usami/Monomi, and announced that this was going to become a “Killing Game,” something akin to what Nagito had been joking about not that long ago… During this time, the “Ultimate Lucky Student” has become rather unstable. Believing himself not worthy to be an Ultimate, but instead, thinks of himself as something of an “Ultimate’s fan” or sorts. He wishes to become a stepping stone for the others to use, as a bases for them to leave this island, so that they might have a chance to leave this place. [His ideas are a little skewed due to a few medical conditions, as well as his own beliefs, making him difficult to get along with… even if he initially appears pleasant.]

{ Island Mode AU } –                      ( ver ) .trust╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      This takes place in in an alternative reality where, instead of Monokuma winning his fight with Usami? She beat the stuffing out of him, instead, and told him to leave. In this mode, Nagito is friendly, though often a little confusing for his classmates. Due to his instability from his ailments, he can be a bit hard to work with… but? Over all? He is friendly, willing to work with others, and tries his best. (Though, he often reads a little too deeply into little things, if they’re not worded carefully.) He has a bit of an inferiority complex, and often worries that he won’t measure up to people’s expectations of him.

{ Normal School Life } –                     ( ver ) .lucky╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      School life back at Hope’s Peak Academy. Though, initially, Nagito turned down the invitation several times, eventually he agreed to attend, based on the headmasters persistence. Though he doesn’t believe his “talent” is truly something worth being called an “Ultimate” over? He does find it awe-inspiring that Hope’s Peak wishes to do research on something as obscure as “Luck” as one of their talents. Because of his view on his talent? He often views others as better then himself… but? He definitely feels he is more fortunate in those in the Reserve.

{ Despair Days } –                       ( ver ) .twisted╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

       This would be Nagito prior to his involvement in DR:AE. His actions as a member of the Remnants of Despair, and the time after he left Hope’s Peak Academy, to help spread despair. Believing, ultimately, that hope can only spread properly by watching despair fester and grow… only to be utterly crushed. He wishes to nurture despair, watch it grow, so that he can watch it burned to the ground. During this time, you can expect that he is a fair bit more twisted, and dangerous.

{ DR:AE Servant } –                     ( ver ) .game-master╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      Spoiler Warning for Danganronpa AE: Ultra Despair Girls - Due to a specifically planned series of events, he was able to align himself appropriately to become a part of the Warrior’s of Hope, in a role as insignificant as a “Servant.” Finding himself “captured” by them, and his life threatened, he begged for his life and was willing to do anything to stay alive. Eventually? They choose to spare him on account of him being useful to them. However? This is part of him playing a role. A Child’s Paradise? A successor? It’s hard to tell what exactly he’s after… but only a few know he’s there on purpose.

{ Post-SDR2 / DR3 } –                     ( ver ) .miracle╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      As unlikely as it seems? Eventually, Nagito managed to wake up. It took a little… unlikely help, and the destruction of the world he’d been in, within the Neo World Program. But? He has awoken, and? With a little bit of help from his friends, he has managed to more or less recover - including the introduction of a replacement arm.

       After all: It wasn’t as though the spare he’d picked up earlier was doing him much good…

{ Genderbent Verse } -                   ( ver ) .lady luck╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

       Name: Nagisa Komaeda

       Nagisa is a very… particular young lady. Despite having been brought into Hope’s Peak Academy as the “ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT,” she doesn’t believe herself to be talented at all. A fact that she isn’t exactly shy to tell the others. However, she does like to cheer on her truly talented classmates, and would happily do just about anything for the lot of them.

      ( For the most part, this is an add-on verse. So, this verse may appear in addition to one of the many other verses I have around~ And is mostly available by request. )

{ Idol Verse } -                    ( ver ) .sacred garden╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      The current pet project of a relatively small agency known for “One Hit Wonders,” Nagito Komaeda has somehow managed to keep a certain amount of fame after his releases. The agency is known as “SACRED GARDEN,” and frankly? It’s desperate to have one true success story. And they, more so then he, are willing to do just about anything to get anyone to be that for them. And? Since he’s the one whose left an impact, they’re now doing just about anything they can to get him to be successful.

{ Mastermind Nagito } -                       ( ver ) .despair╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      It was funny, wasn’t it? How the truly talented people could do so much but often strives for so little. It was wasteful. Pitiful. Especially when people like him couldn’t contribute to society. Not really. And all of their talents… they didn’t have to even try for them. Everything was simple, spoon fed, for most of them.  And, one after another, his talent - his curse, has him crippled and was even killing him. Because of this, because of his rage, he’s decided to take some action. After all: His luck has at least granted him one true resource he could use - money. And with it, he creates his own death game. Where only those who begin to see the value of their own talents can pass.

      “Welcome to my little game. You have one week to get out. All of you have been given two things. A key, one for any of the various things in this establishment. It’s up to you to figure out whose key does what. And the other thing? Is a collar filled with explosives. One that is part of a randomizer that I’ve set up here… Every hour? Someone will die at random. So? You’ve better put forth your best effort to get out, hmm? … oh? How? Well, that’s simple. You have to figure out who I am. And kill me. If you do? You’ll be rewarded~ You’ll get the key that can stop the game and release you from this building. You’ll even inherit a great reward,” his vast fortune, “… but? You’ll certainly have to work to get it, this time.”       ( As with Makoto? Nagito is not obsessed with despair. In fact, the only thing he believes in is his luck. It’s the only thing that he’s had shown to him, had proven to him, so many times that he can’t help but believe in it. However? He has no love for his fellow classmates. He considers them all pitiful and useless, since they don’t value their gifts as much as he feels they should - especially when his is so destructive to himself. However? He has made himself part of this game too. He has a collar and a key, just like everyone else. It’s a game. It has to be fair, doesn’t it? )

{ Mystical AU / Orsus } –                    ( ver ) .boundless (shape-shifter)╰☆╮(❝Nagito Komaeda❞)

      Nagito Komaeda is an odd one – a drifter from Safe Haven to Safe Haven. He doesn’t tend to stay anywhere for more than a few years, given his… Unusual nature. A lot of the Folk exist as shape shifters, so? That part isn’t of particular surprise to anyone. But? Given his unusual existence and his origin, he finds that he just doesn’t settle anywhere well. After all: He was never given any particular grounding. No sense of belonging.

      Perhaps it’s because he feels incomplete, that he drifts – looking for something/anything, that makes him feel completed. Grounded. Anchored. Until then? He drifts. And for now? That makes him a resident of the island, Orsus.

      “Nagito” is a name he chose for himself – after all: he wasn’t traditionally born. Nagito was a stray “fabric of creation” left from when the universe was made. However, he was never used to make anything, and left to drift. Years passed, and eventually, somehow, it became self-aware. His base form, his natural self, is the only “original” thing he can turn into – aside from that? He can only shape-shift into things that already exist. Or that are currently still alive. He is no god, so he cannot create anything – or become anything that doesn’t exist anymore. The only exception is his base form.

@carnifcx continued from [ x ]

      “As I’m not really good at lying – I’ll be entirely honest with you: It’s a little bit of both. I have some questions about how I should go about handling some of the youths in my school. And, furthermore, I was hoping you might give me a bit of your time personally. I’m… not mistaken in the fact that it is your birthday, correct? I was hoping you might be willing to spend it with me.”

      The young headmaster wasn’t a liar. He wasn’t good at it and he wasn’t willing to even try – Munakata had been through enough without trying to deal with the former Ultimate Lucky Student’s shenanigans.  The very least he deserved from Makoto Naegi was some honesty, and he was willing to give that to the older man as directly as he knew how. I mean, it embarrassed him a little to admit so upright that he’d had a bit of an ulterior motive for inviting the other here – in fact, the crimson that began to dust his cheeks a little would only further confirm his own awkwardness at things like this, but? The stubbornness behind his eyes wouldn’t waver.

      “Of course, you don’t need to.” He continues, scratching his cheek a little – awkwardly, though he does smile. “I just… I thought it might be nice to catch up with you. And I feel like it’s… just lonely to be traveling about, especially on your birthday.” It was out of concern for the other that he did this: And, sure, he wasn’t sure entirely whether the other would find that annoying or not – but he still had to give it a shot.

      Munakata was a big part of the reason he’d become the man who he’d become now. And he’d learned a little more about putting his foot down and standing up for what he believed in due to everything that had happened – now that he was Headmaster of the Reestablished Hope’s Peak Academy, he wanted more then ever to keep getting stronger. Learning more. Becoming someone who could do justice for the talented youths whom had found themselves under him now. “And regardless of your answer: I’ve prepared some coffee and even a small cake. So, at the very least, would you mind sharing those with me while we speak of the students?”

      He was much more stubborn now as a young man then he was as the ULTIMATE LUCKY STUDENT he had once been. He was shyer then. More unsure. But? He wouldn’t give up now.

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@absortio

❖ ─ ━ ɩɴⅴеႽτɩնατοʀ Even though it wasn’t her business to ask, she was getting more concerned about his well being seeing him coming back with another injury from somewhere. She was told to stay back this time due to falling a bit behind on her reports so she had to catch up on them again. ❝Geezs, sometime along the line of how long we’ve been partners for, I’m going to lose count of how many times you walk in with injuries you know…. ❞ She sighed lightly as she walked up to him, doing a quick check if there were others.  ❝I don’t know how you manage to get these wounds this time but I’m starting to get worried more about you. Let get these cleaned up before I can dress them, I should have a spare roll of bandages somewhere on my desk. ❞

      To be entirely honest, Hijirihara couldn’t remember when exactly he decided to start relying on his partner more – even though he’d come to consider her a friend, there was a lot of risk in relying on her. He was a dangerous individual himself. He attracted danger, and? Well, to that end, he ended up like this. This was worse then some other times, but? It wasn’t life threatening.

      He hadn’t needed help. He could have managed to bandage himself up – and yet, he’d found himself dragging his feet all the way to where he knew his partner would be. “… sorry.” Though apologizes weren’t usually a part of the awkward young man’s vocabulary, he found himself trying more. After all: He did feel bad that he worried her. . . “It’s not as bad as it looks, though?” He adds, his voice more of a question.

     By comparison to how the “OTHER GUY” had looked, it wasn’t bad. Plus, some of the blood wasn’t his own…

      And the other had been left hacked to pieces in the same manner that he’d left others. The other had liked to leave his victims with little humanity left – making it near impossible to identify them when found. He had done the same. As the KILLER KILLER, that was his signature. Unfortunately, however, he hadn’t accounted that the other might have a gun. Nothing about the others previous killings had hinted about the other using any sort of firearm…

     “… should I start cleaning the wounds?” He asks, tilting his head ever-so-slightly at his partners comments. He could move towards the bathroom and wash himself up a bit if it would help, but somehow he felt she had a specific way she wanted him to take care of this.

      “Ah, gee. I came all this way because I heard somethin’ interesting was happening - if this is all that was about, I’mma be terribly disappointed.” The Alicein replies, sighing a little. “How ‘bout you contact me when you have a more interesting offer? Like, ta punch you in the face or somethin’ like that.”

‘Who wants to be my boyfriend?’