Akira "chaotic extra" Kurusu [Jᴏᴋᴇʀ] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
purrtagonist) wrote2017-12-23 10:29 pm
purrtagonist) wrote2017-12-23 10:29 pm
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[Day 7, daytime: Ichigo]
[Akira makes the rounds. he's quiet, but he holds his head as high as he can, keeps his exhaustion off of his features while he serves Dazai his daily glass of port wine, makes hot cocoa for Ichigo, tries to comfort dragon Corrin outside of Niles's room, pays respects to Niles's shrine, and converses with Will. he snaps a few times, loses grasp of his tightly controlled anger as it breaks through the surface and rears its head for a select few. but every time, he pulls it back again. reminds himself that anger is a double-edged sword, and he shouldn't wield it so recklessly as to hurt the people who don't deserve it]
[at least, until he's alone]
[Akira isn't a violent person. it may be the former assault on his record, but he doesn't like lashing out with reckless punches or kicks. but while meandering through what he believes to be an empty hallway near the dormitory wing as he heads back to his room. . . he suddenly stops. tilts his head back, eyes shut tight, brows furrowed]
[and then he moves to slam his fist against the wall. hard]
Shit--
[he hisses that word under his breath, mostly to himself. because as far as he's concerned? he's alone here. and if he's alone, then he can maybe let the weight of what just happened bear down on him a little more than he would have otherwise]
[at least, until he's alone]
[Akira isn't a violent person. it may be the former assault on his record, but he doesn't like lashing out with reckless punches or kicks. but while meandering through what he believes to be an empty hallway near the dormitory wing as he heads back to his room. . . he suddenly stops. tilts his head back, eyes shut tight, brows furrowed]
[and then he moves to slam his fist against the wall. hard]
Shit--
[he hisses that word under his breath, mostly to himself. because as far as he's concerned? he's alone here. and if he's alone, then he can maybe let the weight of what just happened bear down on him a little more than he would have otherwise]
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[Ichigo grins himself - not one of his normal, closed in grins, but a grin that's just as fierce and mischevious as the smile Akira showed earlier.]
Let's make the raccoons and whoever's controlling them regret bringing us here - by giving them hell.
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[Akira gives his fellow captive's arms a light squeeze, before he pulls away and lifts a closed hand for a fist bump. BROTHERS IN ARMS, ICHIGO]
You're damn right. Here's to being the biggest pains in the ass they've ever dealt with.
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And he was able to regain his spirit by Akira never losing it, being there to - well, to support him. He only hoped that he'd be able to support Akira as well, both of them covering the other both mentally and physically as they tried to break everyone out of this damned school and give the people running this killing game something to fear.]
We'll make them never forget it. For everyone here - and for everyone who's already gone.
[Santa. Sigma. Niles.
They would end this all, together.
...Right after, however, he yawns - lifting his fist bumping arm to his mouth and slumping over a little.]
...But...we should probably get some sleep, first. It's been - well, it's been a long couple of days.
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[that lid likely wouldn't last forever. but despite everything. . . talking to Akechi, making the resolution to take back his lost power and agency, and solemnly swearing to get into no good with Ichigo has given him something to look forward to]
[everything sucks. but they're not helpless. they can fight and struggle, and fight they damn well will]
[that spark of rebelliousness softens somewhat when Ichigo yawns, something fond flickering into Akira's eyes. he lifts a hand and pinches his glasses from his nose, ducking his head when the contagious yawn reaches him next. god, he's exhausted]
Yeah, yeah. Dazai so helpfully reminded me that it takes three days of no-sleep for the hallucinations to start.
[flaps a hand!!]
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He wasn't going to push - he was still too tired for that - but one day in the future, he would.
Even if said future would lead to tragedy.
Ichigo laughs a little, looking like he already wants to lay down. It's been an exhausting day, and he's falling into that comfortable numb state that settles over you when you've cried out your emotions.]
Yeah, it does...good thing we're both only on day two, huh?
[He runs a hand through his hair, orange locks ruffling slightly as he does so.]
You can, um...you can stay here if you want. Have a sleepover, or something. I can sleep on the floor.
[The reality was that he didn't...really want to be alone. Not tonight, when that being alone with his thoughts would cause him to think about things he didn't need to, things that he already got out just a few minutes ago.
But at the same time, he'd understand if Akira wanted to leave, and not fight with him over it.]
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[he accepts with little protest]
Didn't you say you had a thing about your bed?
[he's already moving to stand up]
Give me a pillow and a blanket, and I'll take the floor.
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[Ichigo reaches out and grabs Akira's wrist, anchoring him down to the bed.]
It's just - if I don't know someone that well, I don't like them on my bed, but that's not an issue anymore!
[Then why did he yell at Rukia getting on his bed?? HM A MYSTERY]
Besides, you're a guest. Or, uh, as close as a guest as we can get here - so I'll go on the floor.
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[dude]
Ichigo. . . [places a hand solemnly over his heart] I know better than anyone else the kind of relationship a man fosters with his bed.
And I'm not so selfish as to come between that.
[HE SOUNDS SO SERIOUS BUT HE'S JUST VERBALLY SHITPOSTING]
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He practically splutters, grabbing one of his pillows and thwapping Akira in the face with it.]
Don't make it sound weird, you idiot! You make it sound like I'm some kind of bed pervert!
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[with a strangled yelp, Akira stumbles back and nearly trips over the nightstand. as it is, he winds up sending it rattling and rocking]
. . . your secret is safe with me!
[STOP HIM]
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Keep it up and you'll regret it!
[Despite that, he's smiling - he knows Akira doesn't mean it, and it's nice to cool down from all that emotion with something silly and harmless.]
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[Akira's ready for it this time, at least! he catches the pillow with one hand, and fwaps Ichigo on top of the head with it in REVENGE]
You sure? So far, I'm feeling negative twelve regret.
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[The pillow makes contact! One point to Akira. Ichigo, meanwhile, snatches his pillow back and tries to hit him from the side with it, careful to avoid the nightstand.]
I don't think you understand who you're up against!
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[Akira leaps back, putting some distance between the two of them as he raises his "weapon" high above his head, eyes flashing]
Actually, I think I have a pretty good idea.
[points at Ichigo]
[wags a finger at him, like. come at me]
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Okay no, Ichigo started this. He grins at the provacation, rushing in to seemingly meet Akira's deadly pillow strike -
-only to entirely drop his pillow and aim for Akira's sides and underarms, tickling as he goes.
ONE TWO THREE FOUR HE DECLARES A TICKLE WAR]
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Changing the rules mid-fight--
[but his strategy shifts from defensive to offensive pretty quickly. and with a loud ha, he surges forward, fingers seeking out the equally as soft, equally as sensitive bits of Ichigo's sides]
[YOU WANT A TICKLE WAR, HI. YOU'VE GOT ONE]
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[Yes, he did just yelp as he's shoved, losing his balance and falling back flat on the bed, momentarily stunned.
It's at that moment that Akira counterattacks, and he yelps again, reaching up to both defend himself and tickle Akira so much that he'll stop going after Ichigo's own sensitive spots, thrashing his head side to side.]
Ah-ahaha-N-no, stop!
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[Ichigo trips, and Akira loses his own balance, pitching forward so he nearly crashes on top of his worthy opponent. thankfully, he manages to catch himself with one arm and prop himself up, but. uh]
[unfortunately, he is now down one hand and thus can only partially defend himself from those counterattacks]
You started-- ack!
[ATTEMPTS TO CATCH ONE OF ICHIGO'S HANDS AND PIN IT TO THE BED ABOVE HIS HEAD. . . this is really heterosexual]
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Ichigo's hand is caught, and while he tickles for a little while longer, it's not fair - that, and he knows when he's beaten.]
Ahahaha, alright, okay, you win...!
[As his laughs die down, he stares up at Akira, hand still pinned above his head, and...huh. This is...how does he feel so happy right now, even when he was so upset and depressed earlier, blaming himself for being unable to fulfill Niles' last request? It's like it happened in another time, another place...and his expression fades from playful delight to something deeper, his true, gentle smile showing on his face - staying so much longer this time as he mumbles something out.]
...You really are amazing.
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C'mon, get off. You're heavy, you know?
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[. . .]
[just. stares right down at him, totally frozen in place, for like. a good five seconds. because holy shit? holy shit]
[Akira's suddenly extremely, acutely aware of the feel of his fingers curled around Ichigo's wrist]
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[it's fine? it's fine. it was just a single moment. and honestly, after the past few days? they probably needed that]
Hey. I'm a growing boy.
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Sure, whatever you say...Hey, Akira.
[He turns over on to his side, that grin of his shifting to a gentle, tired smile.]
'Ve got enough room here, why don't we just...I don't know, share the bed? I really don't want you to sleep on the floor after not sleeping for two days.
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Fiiiiine, fine. I'm convinced.
[a beat, and a grin]
I just hope your bed isn't the jealous type.
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