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From:

murderingjustice

[Is it late? Or maybe early? Hell if Akechi knows anymore nor does he care. He's roughly patched himself back together and there's a makeshift cast around his broken finger. It's not the pain that bothers him, but rather the flames of rage blazing within him.

Watching Dazai taking a trip to darkest parts of his mind truly reminded Akechi of himself, and the rush of adrenaline, thrill of violence all excited him and coaxed out of his own desires for destruction. He wanted to break something.

But this is no metaverse with shadows roaming around, and Akechi hardly had any interest going on a murder spree. So, he turns to the only resource (a lifeline, his persona taunts) that he has.]

Where are you? [His voice is heavy and agitated, full of that same anger and fury that Akira has witnessed while roaming through the white hallways of Maruki's palace]

From:

chemex

[Napping. Akira was fucking napping.]

[Funny story, he struggled to sleep without specifically Morgana in his room, but he'd always had a bit of a hard time sleeping entirely alone. It was by no means to say he didn't do it for years of his life, wasn't used to it, but he slept much better in the presence of someone he knew and trusted, and his little Cat Nap with Akechi had reminded his body of that. So he didn't sleep a whole hell of a lot at night, and would instead catch short little naps here and there when he flagged too hard.]

[It was absolutely a healthy state of being, what on Earth are you talking about.]

[Anyway his voice is thick with groggy stupor when he answers with a wordless sound, but the rage that drips from Akechi's question snaps his brain immediately awake.] In my room, what's up?

From:

murderingjustice

[Not interested in beating around the bush he just goes straight to the point:]

Get up, then. I owe you a punch in a face.

From:

chemex

[Akira blinks, then he grins.]

Don't think you owe me one, but I'd like to see you try. Where?

From:

murderingjustice

I don't fucking care! [He growls at the charm. Then, takes a break to take deep breaths. Let's not get too agitated just yet.]

Orchards.

From:

chemex

Ooh, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Be there in ten. [It's not that he likes when Akechi is angry-- he's always some degree of angry, anyway. It's that he gets a specific sort of thrill out of being someone Akechi can safely go to as an outlet. And maybe he's a masochist, but who cares about that?]

[Anyway-- true to form, he's at the Orchards within ten minutes, dressed and not looking even remotely sleep-deprived or like he was conked out and drooling on his bed before Akechi called him.]

From:

murderingjustice

[Yeah, he's not going to answer that. Akechi happens to be in the foulest mood in ages and he really wants to slam his charm against the pavement but that'd be bit too much like a gamer-rage. Despite what some might thing: he's not a child.

Akechi is waiting for him there already. A bit paler than usually and left hand in his blazer's pocket (look, he had to actually cut his glove off because of the swelling shh). He's tried to fix his hair after with Dazai so that it covers majority of the red marks in the back of his neck that just conveniently happens to take the shape of Chuuya Nakahara's fingers.

But nevermind that, he's clearly mad. The seething rage is apparent in his body language. Tense, as if he's holding him back]

Fucking finally.

From:

chemex

[Akira ambles toward him and takes stock-- he's holding himself in a way that Means Something. Akira just isn't entirely sure what, yet. His hands are never in his pockets, so that instantly reads as weird, and his hair is..., Strange. But he doesn't comment, not yet.]

So what's got you all pissed off? I'll let you swing at me all you want, on the condition of you blow off steam and talk to me.

From:

murderingjustice

[The tension on his shoulders is tight like a violin's string. His hand still hurts but that doesn't stop him from closing it into a fist. The pain keeps him grounded and still, away from just going all berserk on Akira out of frustration.]

Fine! I just-- [He pauses again, gritting his teeth together, eyes wandering around while avoiding Akira's] I need fucking break something or I'll go crazy.

From:

chemex

[He nods, stepping closer on light feet.]

Come on, then. Hit me. [His hands are still in his pockets.]

From:

murderingjustice

[He's so on the edge at the moment that even Akira's willingness is pissing him off. But then again, about just anything would do the trick, really.

There's a brief silent pause between them as Akechi measures Akira with is eyes. He takes a deep breath, turns slightly to side to keep his injured out of his rival's field of view. He inhales deep through his nose.. And then quickly takes the step forward to close the small distance between them, aiming his fast fist towards Akira's cheek.

He trusts that Akira won't just stand still and take his anger.]

From:

chemex

[Akechi is a strange, delicate little puzzle of a person. Akira relishes in the constant need to decipher him, to read into movements and tells he doesn't want to be understood, relishes being given the chance to be around him and recognize them better. To that end, there's definitely something Wrong, but Akira can't be sure what it is, still-- that he's using his right hand and specifically hiding his left is very telling, even if Akechi thinks he's being slick.]

[Luckily for them both, Akira is nothing if not agile. He may not be Joker, he may not have the inhuman grace and charm he dons with a domino mask, but he's still quick on his feet. He ducks, and then lunges back forward, aiming to grab Akechi around the middle.]

From:

murderingjustice

[Neither of them are in their best shape. This is no metaverse and both of them are bound by the saddening limitations of their human bodies. Gone is the enchanted agility and reflexes, leaving them bare and deal with their own physical strengths.

Akechi had almost expected Akira to block the incoming blow, but ducking isn't something he didn't see coming. He waits for Akira to lunge forward and steps to the side just on the right second to make him miss his mark. Trying to make him trip, Akechi directs a kick to Akira's legs.]

From:

chemex

[The kick lands, in some regard, but Akira throws himself forward, landing on his hands and then tumbling in a roll. It's not as graceful as it would be in the Metaverse, but he manages. Popping back up to his feet, he grins and bounces back and forth from foot to foot.]

Come on, Akechi. You're holding out on me.

From:

murderingjustice

[Akechi watches him to roll on the ground and then bouncing back on his feet, wearing that fucking cocky grin of his.]

That so. My bad. [And that's all he says before rushing towards Akira, right hand this time aiming to grab him by the collar of his shirt so that he can pull him closer and land a hit to his nose with his injured one. If that's avoided as well, he's quick to make up for it by delivering a harsh kick to his sides.]

From:

chemex

[The first lands-- Akira is startled by the hand on his collar, and moreso by the state of Akechi's left hand, so he doesn't dodge. He barks a short sound of startle, shoved away by the blow, and then a second as pain blooms across his nose. Doubled over a moment, his grin sharpens further, and he stands, smudging blood from his nose.]

That's more like it. What happened to your hand?

From:

murderingjustice

[The impact feels so satisfying against his fist. The soft 'crutch' sound is like music to his ears and the sight of red just goes straight to his head.

Sorry Akira. He promised to talk later. And he's far from being satisfied. He gives his lips a quick lick and then launches another attack, decisive about not giving him a break to rest.

This time, however, he's the one who tries to grab on other's waist, pushing them both down on the ground with his full force.]

From:

chemex

[He isn't surprised that he doesn't get a response, but the sheer bloodlust in Akechi's eyes is a little ~~arousing~~ startling. He's expecting another round toward his face, so the lunge surprises, and he yells, going over like a sack of potatoes.]

[He's quick enough, at least, to grab hold of Akechi's jacket and yank, trying to throw their weight to sit on him.]

From:

murderingjustice

[Oh! No you don't!

The yank is hard enough to throw Akechi off the balance and make him fall to his side right next to him on the ground. His arms shoot out to grab Akira's shoulders, fighting him to keep him gaining an upper hand as they roll on the dirt.

It's a stupid move, he knows, but he quickly leans his head back to gain momentum before headbutting Akira in the forehead.]

From:

chemex

[With how similar in stature he and Akechi are, it's a tough struggle to overtake one another. As such, Akira makes a grave mistake in thinking he's managing, only to be headbutted, and he yelps in alarm. Refusing to let go in favor of clutching his offended forehead, though, he just headbutts him back, shoving his weight to push him over.]

What the fuck, dude!

From:

murderingjustice

[Headbutt is the worst because it hurts the both parties. Akechi had braced himself for the first one, but when Akira decides to retaliate he let's out a loud grunt followed by a curse. The force is enough to throw him back and give Akira a chance to climb on top]

Fuck!! You. Piece. Of Shit! [Each word is followed by flailing arms as he tries to hit Akira on the face again.]

From:

chemex

[Akira huffs, throwing his weight until he can sit on Akechi's hips and pin his shoulders down despite his wild flailing.]

Akechi! Holy shit, calm down, I have literally not done anything to you. Except the-- the headbutt, but you started that! Breathe for a minute, okay?

From:

murderingjustice

Shut up!

[Yet another scowl from Akechi. He's breathing just fine. See? It's loud, frantic and erratic. His chest keeps rising in a rapid speed as he continues struggling under Akira, trashing with his whole might. He doesn't even care that the deep red colored marks on his neck become visible as they're robbed from the coverage of the hair and shirt collar.

He continues spitting curses at Akira, baring his teeth like some kind animal. When none of that works, he straightens his back, raises his head and slams it few times on the ground out of the frustration.]

Fuckfuckfuck!!

From:

chemex

[Akira is-- actually sort of alarmed. He shifts back, scooting so his butt is between Akechi's thighs on the ground instead of on him to pin him down, and hauls him up to sit by his shoulders. He takes a chance, then, and lets go of his shoulders in favor of reaching out and splaying his hands against his jaw and the base of his skull.]

[It puts his hands dangerously close to where Chuuya's were, but with a much gentler hold.]

Akechi! Snap out of it. What happened?

From:

murderingjustice

Don't you fucking tell me-- [He begins with his vitriol but he's hauled up. However, instead of using the moment to launch another attack he wraps his arms around Akira's back, nails digging into his sides as much as the fabric of his shirt allows.

And well.. RIP to Akira's ears and to all those who might be near because Akechi just screams. Letting out that pent up aggression, hate and frustration out. All that he's been holding in ever since arriving here, without having a way to let them out. He keeps going until his lungs burn and his voice dies out, the tension slowly fading away from his body, leaving him light and gasping for the air.

A moment. And another. Then allows his hold loosen, but not yet letting go.]

Stop smothering me.