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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.]

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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.

From:

chemex

[Bitchy Wife why must you be so unbelievably insane at all times?]

[Akira winces at the way Akechi just grabs him, and then goes very still when Akechi starts screaming, letting his hands come to rest at the base of his neck, instead. After a while once he falls silent, he smudges his thumbs against his skin in something he hopes is a comforting gesture.]

...I'm not.

From:

murderingjustice

[He's here to make sure you won't have a boring moment in your life.]

You are. [He mutters against Akira's shoulder, voice raw and and quiet. Another moment passes. Akechi takes deep breath and taps other's back lightly.]

Really. I'm done. You can let go now.

From:

chemex

[He shifts his hands again, reaching around behind him and hugging him close for the briefest of seconds.]

...okay. [And he does-- releases him completely, but doesn't move away. He'll leave that to Akechi.] You good?

From:

murderingjustice

[A frown appears to his face and he's about to lecture Akira being so damn clingy but then it registers that it's actually him who keeps holding on the other. Lips drawn slightly back he pushes himself away from their embrace. His cheeks are flushed red from all the screaming, but outside of that it's like all the color has been drained from his face.]

Of course. [An ugly croak. Yeah, he's looking at Akira like the last few minutes didn't just happen.]

From:

chemex

[He frowns, sagging into his usual horrendous posture and staying put.]

Okay. You gonna tell me what that was all about?

From:

murderingjustice

[Akechi averts his gaze, focusing on the spot of the grass on their side rather than Akira's face.

'No', he almost says. He doesn't want to tell him a freaking thing but he knows Akira won't let it be if he stays silent.]

I was mad and needed to let out some steam. That's all.

From:

chemex

[He nods.]

All right. You..., That's fine, you know? You can yell on me whenever. Just-- maybe don't. Do the smashing your head into things part? Whether it's my head or the ground. [He reaches out again, carefully smoothing down Akechi's hair.]

From:

murderingjustice

I don't plan on getting a concussion if that's what you're-- Don't.

[He grunts and moves his head to the side. Now that all the adrenaline and tension is gone the pain from his injuries and ache from their brawl settles back in. Akira's touch doesn't hurt but it's uncomfortable enough to make him grimace a little]

How's your nose?

From:

chemex

[He makes a face, rolling his eyes, but doesn't continue pawing.]

Bleeding, but it's fine. It's not broken, a nosebleed every so often is probably healthy, or something. What're the marks on your neck?

Edited (why did it not give me an icon) Date: 2023-05-09 09:12 pm (UTC)

From:

murderingjustice

[Don't make a face at him!! Akechi let's out an aggravated sigh, rolling his shoulders.]

I was in a fight. [Whiiiich isn't actually true. He couldn't do anything to Dazai while he toyed with Akechi.] It got messy.

From:

chemex

[He nods.]

Figured. Anything other than the marks? ...did somebody try to choke you?

From:

murderingjustice

Tch. [Akechi clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes at him.]

Nothing so dramatic. The person I fought stole my gun and broke finger. [He raises his hand showing him the swollen finger in the makeshift cast. It's already gained darker color around the broken knuckle.] Another guy showed up and grabbed my neck. That's where the marks are from.

From:

chemex

[He looks a little affronted.]

Somebody just. Grabbed your neck and broke your finger, and this is just completely fine to you? Jeez. [He reaches out for his hand.] ...can. Will you let me look at this?

From:

murderingjustice

Fine? Of course no-- [His voice breaks just as he's about to raise it. His face twists in annoyance but he does offer his hand to him. Reluctantly, mind you.]

Edited Date: 2023-05-09 09:42 pm (UTC)

From:

chemex

[Akira takes his hand carefully and gives him a smile, not touching the broken finger but looking at it.]

...so you're telling me somebody broke your finger and put welts on your neck in the shape of hands, but this is completely fine. You can't tell me you don't know what this looks like.