[ It took some time before Akira truly awakens. Otherwise, he played the part as the charming detective, though less pompous and more humble than Goro ever was (of course all a ruse). It all was supposed to blanket over the vengeful spirit in him—the lingering darkness that lurked about, waiting to sink its teeth into life and everyone who got in his way. The adults that looked down at him, the adults that praised him, and the nights where he would stay up thinking over the course he's taken... It all makes Akira wonder if rage is the only thing that fills in the void.
He seldom got texts, let alone invitations to hang out. All of it has been diplomatic and professional. Tiring. Instinctively, he wanders around Yongen-jaya filled with exasperation, beckoned by the aroma of coffee from his favorite place. He only remembers stopping by one with Sae for a cup, but that was when his mind was still tied to this timeline. Hesitation instills in his bones, something he has never quite felt regarding Leblanc, so he wonders if these are the chains wrapped around him in this different life. His fingers curl around the handle of the attache as he comes to a stop near the establishment. Taking a deep breath, he lets the gaze fiercely pinned at the door fall in contemplation.
It's Goro's now, right? He thinks it's humorous that their roles switched, especially with the number of times he reminds the former detective that he belongs—that he called to him to come home before the Palace collapsed and life moved on. The sound of a familiar voice startles him and draws him back. With big owl eyes and a slightly opened mouth, he turns to Goro... Speak of the devil. Blinking once, twice, he would usually fiddle with his bangs but years of trained propriety and poise has culled once trademark restless habits. ]
Akechi-san. [ He isn't sure if Goro remembers, so his response is lukewarm despite the obvious disorientation. Still, his voice is as soft as it always been in every cycle. ] That's kind of you, but there's no reason to apologize.
[ Tilting his head, he brings a hand to touch his chin, inquisitive and confused. Maybe the schoolboy can answer his question? There's no way that Goro would suddenly engage him just to wish him a belated happy birthday... Doubt arises fast, very much warranted. It's seeing his bright face, that boyish expression, and hearing his cheerful voice that strikes paranoia and grief in him. Okumura's Palace still lingers in Akira's mind, almost taunting him with its burning image and sharp words.
For now, he feigns ignorance and keeps all reservations and forlorn feelings bottled up. Poker face has always been one of his assets, now perfected with Goro's experiences. ]
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He seldom got texts, let alone invitations to hang out. All of it has been diplomatic and professional. Tiring. Instinctively, he wanders around Yongen-jaya filled with exasperation, beckoned by the aroma of coffee from his favorite place. He only remembers stopping by one with Sae for a cup, but that was when his mind was still tied to this timeline. Hesitation instills in his bones, something he has never quite felt regarding Leblanc, so he wonders if these are the chains wrapped around him in this different life. His fingers curl around the handle of the attache as he comes to a stop near the establishment. Taking a deep breath, he lets the gaze fiercely pinned at the door fall in contemplation.
It's Goro's now, right? He thinks it's humorous that their roles switched, especially with the number of times he reminds the former detective that he belongs—that he called to him to come home before the Palace collapsed and life moved on. The sound of a familiar voice startles him and draws him back. With big owl eyes and a slightly opened mouth, he turns to Goro... Speak of the devil. Blinking once, twice, he would usually fiddle with his bangs but years of trained propriety and poise has culled once trademark restless habits. ]
Akechi-san. [ He isn't sure if Goro remembers, so his response is lukewarm despite the obvious disorientation. Still, his voice is as soft as it always been in every cycle. ] That's kind of you, but there's no reason to apologize.
[ Tilting his head, he brings a hand to touch his chin, inquisitive and confused. Maybe the schoolboy can answer his question? There's no way that Goro would suddenly engage him just to wish him a belated happy birthday... Doubt arises fast, very much warranted. It's seeing his bright face, that boyish expression, and hearing his cheerful voice that strikes paranoia and grief in him. Okumura's Palace still lingers in Akira's mind, almost taunting him with its burning image and sharp words.
For now, he feigns ignorance and keeps all reservations and forlorn feelings bottled up. Poker face has always been one of his assets, now perfected with Goro's experiences. ]
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