[ Goro awakens to a new world, different from the rest.
The role is adhered to well enough for the first couple of months; Goro masks perplexity with disarming smiles, even as his attention wanders, unknowingly anticipating that destined glimpse of ruffled, unkempt hair to be caught in the midst of a developing crowd. A gnawing part of him worries, still; Akira's prolonged absence only ever entails the worst case scenario.
He moves to tuck strands of hair behind an ear, involuntary and ruminative; the motion comes empty-handed while the blond duo, featuring a hidden feline, resumes their back-and-forth by the branching corridor, ignorant to the meaningless gesture planted at their peripheral. Ann inquired, once, if he had longer hair prior to his transfer. He tried to break the habit ever since, but his eyes finds a figure, donned in darker colors, nearly passing by; his fingers rests behind his ear, forgetting, for a moment, that even the smallest quirks may give him away. Goro moves like he's satiating an itch -- Ryuji addresses the boy with nonchalance while Ann mutters something under her breath, like it ought to be known to her by now -- and that's how he got away with playing dumb right before the ace detective's eyes. Maybe. Possibly.
Regardless of the dichotomy between then and now, Goro still sifts through every catalogued thought, weighs their value before it wanes in its momentary recollection; he considers their use, how knowing will provide the upper hand, that societal acceptance of the adult world despite his necessary disguise. Here, he wonders if Akira is aware, recognizes the absurdity of their presented arrangement, how each other's personal lives wasn't something they ought to willingly toy with regardless of the given opportunity. Still, his covert investigation to Akira's background from before slots neatly to what he has gathered thus far: he was wrong about Akira back then, wrong about him now, too. Every day was a novelty; he wonders if it's truly an insight to what Akira had to undergo before: hearsay, like an overbearing landslide, made to distract and condone his solitude; friendships becoming so with tenacity, even at the risk of betrayal, knowing that things can go wrong at any given moment considering the odds, how much is against him now.
So when he spots Akira from afar, wandering near Yon-Germain, Goro had every mind to postpone a reunion he supposedly loathed to permit. Last words spoken back at that Palace were venomous and dishonest, wrongfully insolent; second thoughts with pride at his heel motivated regard to the spoken word, like it won't matter now, whatever they decide to do. But the distance is closed by a rare impulse; he's all politesse, a schoolboy just making friendly conversation -- with a celebrity no less. His countenance betrays him, still; inscrutable intrigue should be the showcased facade, but visceral delight gradually begins to bleed through. ]
There you are. I've been looking all over for you, detective. It's too bad we couldn't cross paths a few months earlier. I would have wished you a happier birthday.
[ 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. ]
That's a thought I should relay to you instead lest you'd like to be turned away for suspicious loitering. [ Cheekily entertained; redundantly paraphrased segments of the year 20XX will never rid him of that much. There's a trifle edge of fatigue, still; that knowing burden of an unspoken duty to make something out of this proffered conundrum is stretched thin across his nerves, chafing and scolding. ]
If you insist on being helpful though, hanging out with me will suffice. [ Cheeky and bossy. Roles shall never matter, apparently. Regardless of how much more fame and adoration Akira procured in less time than Akechi ever has, how the boy's still loved from all sides, by his lifelong comrades no less, even in this lifetime, this irreverent soul will greet him all the same.
The news segment intones loud enough to amuse the meager trickling of patrons seated at the available booths, leaving everybody else with the bar. Leblanc's same ol' bell announces a supposed visitor, and Sojiro takes his time to drag his attention away from wiping at the counter top, finally directing it all at the now cramped entryway once he does so. Compared to Akechi's introduction from the original timeline, there's an odd sense of familiarity in Sojiro's lilt, like Akira and #bossman met once before, beyond the boundary of their temporal prison: "Took you long enough to decide to come in."
And, well, Sojiro just scowls at Goro, inquires about his lack of spectacles: "Don't you need them? Just as long as you don't break anything while you're here."]
I wonder why that is. [ Spoken undertone, for Akira's ears only. ] Have I always required visual aid? What do you say, detective?
[ How to not talk to people because you'll sound like you've just lost your mind otherwise: a guidebook not at all written by one (1) Goro Akechi. But he'll certainly pen a tutorial in how to gradually cause a cycle to internally collapse in itself with verbal cues to hinder its awful stability. ]
Edited (me, forgetting to type the letter 'a' in 'awful': how tf) 2019-02-13 22:56 (UTC)
[ Oh... Despite their roles switching, Goro seems to carry the same obnoxious and aggravating traits. Akira merely looks around, as if wondering if anyone else sees him being harassed by this menace. Once he confirms that he won't be saved, he indulges Goro as usual... Silently following him into the establishment and greeting Sojiro with a polite hello and shallow bow. The warm and familiar welcome leaves a small smile on his face and chest swelling with nostalgia. He may have only become cognizant recently, but it felt so long since he's seen Sojiro or any of his friends. Goro's presence is shelved to the back of his mind.
He takes a seat—rather than the one that the detective would take, he takes the same stool in previous loops when on this side of the counter. The attache doesn't rest on the wood, rather left under him so it doesn't offend. While he doesn't need to peruse the hanging menu, he does anyway to evade suspicion, but no. Of course, Goro has the freedom to meddle and prod in such a forward manner. It catches him in an odd corner as he orders a cup, hand raised and eyes slowly shifting over to Goro. The smile lingers, too.
Uhh... Right. Goro is supposed to wear glasses. ]
It could be a fashion statement. [ Though Akira wore them like they're supposed to change his identity when he moved to Tokyo. Trivial details. He tilts his head and gets a better look at Goro, scanning mostly his face. ] In the end, you'll always look good, Akechi-san.
[ Isn't that the truth? He has a punchable face. ]
A fashion statement... Is that really what they've always amounted to?
[ Time to play twister with Akira's words, but well. He supposes Joker is fashionable in his own right; that goofy opportunity for his own person to be adorned in that thief outfit may as well be added to the ticked portion of an unofficial bucket list ( the complete shock of it all, but at least Robin Hood was still there ). Akira, on the other hand... Allow his train of thought to end right there as Goro presumes a seat for himself -- the usual, always by the door, though there's no reason for that now. ]
In the end, I can't say there was ever anything notably striking about you, especially when we've first met, back then. [ What is this, an impromptu #roasting session? Of lies. The nerve of it all, but: ] ... In terms of looks, of course. Certain frames really does help shape one's face, doesn't it? Enough to make them appear different when they're without it... I suppose you don't look too bad yourself with the way you are now.
[ ?? ?? ?? If that isn't already a glaring enough hint, Goro will continue on with his one-sided field day either way. ]
You know, people tend to speculate what it's like to be in the shoes of a celebrity. Birthdays, in particular, are conjectured to be rather extravagant... But you don't seem to be the type. Am I wrong?
[ Akira is inwardly going cross-eyed, unsure if he appreciates the effort or dreads this whole encounter. Why does fate hate him? Why does Goro hate him? It's quite obvious to him now, but there are too many people around them to seek confirmation and possibly lash out over what happened in Okumura's Palace.
There are so many counters he can throw especially now that he's at the peak of popularity and garners more fans (likewise haters) than Goro ever has. He relaxes, posture finally loosening up as he leans against the counter, and props his elbow on the surface, then his head on his gloved knuckles as he looks over to his companion. Lashes swept and smile sly, the ends of his lips curl deviously while his eyes glint under the dim lighting of Leblanc. ]
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a small crush on me. [ For once, he lets out a solid chuckle that rings in the coffee hinted air. It mirrors Goro's fake laugh, one polished to garnish any conversation and joke. ] But you're right—I'm not the type.
[ He casually shrugs with one shoulder. This life has given him more insight, but he never quite romanticized the detective's lifestyle or fame. He never quite sought fame like this, either. However, he's curious... ]
How have you been?
[ Is Goro enjoying himself? Despite the entanglements, he has freedom—he can have friends. He gets to be the hero. ]
[ Goro keeps his cards close, revealing his hand every now and then but only in slivers. If his smile wanes at all, the overrun gears in his head are just turning; same old, same old -- even as he mulls, briefly, over crescent mouths and rarer laughs. To nudge and prod or carry on, give them both the proper mercy-kill to their borrowed lives right after -- ]
From small to microscopic, maybe even nonexistent... It's unsettling, the way your laugh sounds like a broken playback, overall.
[ -- except none of Akira's antis has ever claimed so. Just a recited thing: an online comment from before, during the time when Akechi earned the public's rightful animosity aligned with the Phantom Thieves' rising acclaim. And if Akira means to goad him on by emulating his little idiosyncrasies -- well, it's not like he'd know, and he can't really ask anyway. Callous and careless remarks may as well do the trick for the time being. ]
But should I be anything less than fine? I wonder if you're only asking because you've discovered something rather conclusive about our modern time vigilantes. Groundbreaking enough to leave the world at large quite shaken with the given epiphany, perhaps?
[ Honesty is waiting around somewhere, more than prepared for its #comeback. Later, though. ]
Edited (realizing, several minutes later, that i used the wrong word, smfh) 2019-02-15 02:36 (UTC)
[ Akira never quite found it unsettling as it is annoying at times, but who is he to ever judge laughter? Whether fake or not, it can emulate and bring about positive emotions—contagious. Either way, he's not offended, only thoughtful as he strokes his chin and lets his eyes glaze over the wall of coffee beans behind the counter.
A part of him wonders how this life is supposed to play... Should he practice vigilance and caution? Is he supposed to be bold? Akira is finally in the position that barred him from making noticeable progress, or at least what he assumes to be the barricade. It's fine to skirt on the edge of danger as long as you play it off as a joke, maybe even his own method of investigation though reckless.
He softly hums as he tilts his head back, looking up at the ceiling before turning back to Goro with this piece. ]
Actually, I have. I'm what everyone would consider a Phantom Thief.
[ Did the universe explode? When those words leave his mouth, he can feel his body tense and brace for impact. ]
[ Unfortunate how the universe remains intact, decked out in its usual open secrecy and serpentine ruses. Goro doesn't react, aside from a deliberate pause, gaze drifting elsewhere, like he's waiting for it, too. ]
... Well, I did wonder, once upon a time, how the Phantom Thieves have come to be. In what ways did the founder of the group go about recruiting newly established teammates? Anyone can be a potential adversary, selling them out for their own egotistic benefit. Admitting to one's contribution out in the open like this can only lead to skepticism, though, and if the leader was within earshot, unbeknownst to those around, the joke may either be appreciated or provide trust dismissed.
[ One tangent after the other, the Goro Akechi way. But he doesn't seem particularly committed to the topic; a weighted silence follows after before he has an elbow propped on the counter, cheek pressing against a loose fist. ]
Has she always said that? Like she has known everyone for all her life. [ -- though Ann cushions the thought with the evidence of their imparted back stories (Goro's is more falsified, borrowing Akira's than conveying his own), and yet:] She even said that about you although she couldn't understand why.
[ And if this world's "detective prince" couldn't parse what Goro's talking about, then he may as well pull the plug on the conversation while it's still young, rework his strategies. The perfectionist that he is, Goro will have to see this to its end in his own little way, though he wonders: if success was achieved, did he have to continue on with this appropriated life? He hated the thought of it, didn't care to deal with that outcome either. ]
You miss them, don't you? Don't you want to go back to how things ought to be?
[ Akira doesn't quite entertain the first part much aside from a small half-shrug. No matter what they say, it's difficult to pin either of them without the knowledge of the cognitive world. Either way, he is somewhat curious and amused over the fact that Goro is living each of his days... He rolls back the memories, playing them in his mind with the question of how Goro would react in that situation.
It's a bunch of kindness and warmth that the fallen detective doesn't quite deserve, but that's fine. With a raised brow, he takes a sizable sip of his coffee and lets the bitter taste hang before he speaks. ]
... Yes, she does.
[ But what she says shouldn't be undermined since it continues to ring true even now. Despite their switched backgrounds and stories, they are birds of a feather that flocked together. Whether Goro feels he's a part of their group or not isn't for him to assume, despite how palpable the similarities are. ]
That time will come when we get out of this together. [ Once the mug is empty, he sets the cup on the counter and slides a couple of bills right next to it. The attache is collected and he lingers a little longer off of his seat. ] For now, I have to convince my employer that the Phantom Thieves are a grave threat and need to be immediately exterminated.
[ Of course, a joke. Akira would never let any harm come to his friends if he can prevent it. ]
[ Akechi would have let him go, and they'd carry on, indulging in banters and disagreements fraught with foreboding ends; he'll find every reason to be afraid again -- angry and confused, but always in some pale sort of wonder over the boy. His pride and resentment would flurry and jostle from within, shaping into a personalized downfall once more: he didn't need Akira or anybody else; he has himself and that's enough -- ]
Let's opt for a change of plans instead. This employer of yours will be none the wiser to your absence.
[ There's a knowing glint in his eyes, wide and bright; Goro hangs onto the word 'together' like a chance encounter, another open wager to surreptitiously address out of sight, out of mind, away from dawdling customers, the man of the establishment. Goro slides out of his seat before leading the way, climbing the short flight of stairs, right onto the attic's floor. On the landing, Goro turns, then reaches out, begins to tousle Akira's hair into an absolute mess with light tosses and sifts until every tuft is reminiscent of before, how things ought to be. ]
This makes me wonder if there is a 'life' out there where we're both embroidered with an identical role. I wouldn't be able to allow that, though...
[ No maintained attachment for the media, the gimmicks played; he'd much prefer something like this, a moment of normalcy among faults made to correct with time, laughter ensuing once every dilemma is accounted for than falsified congratulations, empty applause and meaningless fame. However tempting it may be to pilfer Akira's happiness away, gloat on and sneer with every successful heist and passing month, show him how it should really be done, it was a bargain he was unwilling to deal with: Akira will know too much, and another lie will be lived in, lead around until its fated cessation. ]
... because phantoms shouldn't make a home out of discarded husks and their trivial existences. But I suppose thieves aren't too overly critical about their findings, are they? ... Why don't we make a trade, Akira? You and I are aware that this suits you best.
[ time loop anomaly @ akc: wtf pls -- but Goro continues on by fetching a familiar set of frames from the inner pocket of his coat; the temples unfold before the glasses are slid into place, resting cozy against the bridge of Akira's nose. He coaxes the attache away, or attempts to, even as their surroundings begin to twist and struggle to keep itself together. But wait; one more thing: ]
There's something I've been meaning to tell you.
Edited (i have no eyeballs) 2019-02-22 20:39 (UTC)
[ He has to play his role—or at least that's what it feels like it's dictated by forces unknown. None of the words he said meant anything, but he can feel reality trying to stitch itself back together with them. It wouldn't take long for him to make his exit, but it feels odd to leave home, so his eyes are drawn back to Goro before they flutter shut during the ruffle.
Curls stick up here and there as he opens his eyes again, gawking at Goro especially when he feels the frames resting on his face. Space is unraveling around them while people in the background continue on their day... The television sounds distorted, as does the sound of the grinder, yet Goro's voice rings so clear. ]
... Anything is possible. [ Likewise, there will be a world where they can both exist. This life, though odd, might be one of those worlds he has been looking for, so he can't help but let out some biting words—sharper than usual. ] Goro, you need to control yourself.
[ But he can't exactly stop the former detective from saying what he wants to say. It would be too out of place to just slam his palm against his mouth to stifle any more words that may snap them back into the cycle. While the material realm is losing its shape, the people are still quite aware of them.
Instinctively, Akira tugs the attache back. Gently. ]
[ Compliance, a retraction -- so it seems as Goro relents. ]
A limitless capacity for control that not even the most imprudent and disagreeable of adults can break. Should it be considered comically shameful or a pleasant moment of bewilderment that someone like you manages to do so instead?
[ All mirth, little antipathy, contrary to way back when he declared a semblance of ennui over Akira's ongoing presence. But here Goro is anyway with the usual approach and conversational hook, fishing for Akira's attention -- ulterior motives withering into jarring sentiments retreating from hate. So it goes. ]
But after all this time, it's still nice to see a familiar face. Yours in particular. [ If words are meant to behave as decoys, that's for the beholder to decide; Goro pulls on the attache, but only to benevolently coax Akira into the attic, right in the center of his home; the only thing missing are his friends. ]
Enigmatic as you are, I still assumed all the while that I had you figured out... Suffice to say that the past couple of months have been an invaluable eyeopener, but it's not my place to unravel somebody else's story.
[ Then again, their lives, once linear, are anything but. God or demon may insist on separate scenarios to occur: Akira could acquire mercy, hands absent of blood even as the Phantom Thieves are celebrated and revered, forcing a certain conspiracy to be along its way, and somewhere down the line, whatever 'bond' forged between Akechi & co. will become less so. He'll settle more into his own skin than some role's beckoning, haul Akira back where he belongs because Goro owes him that much; it's not like he cares or anything. ]
... I've caused you a lot of trouble, haven't I? [ Like a belated surrender, arriving way too late, probably no longer matters to begin with. His gaze finally drifts away from Akira's face, studies the blotted dissonance of time and space, how this gradually imploding world will eventually swallow them whole, spit them back out farther away or closer to each other. It's been several cycles for him since Okumura's survival; he had plenty of time to reflect, reconsider experiences past, both braved and secondhand -- ]
But I won't ask for your forgiveness. Just a modicum of your understanding will do... because you're not a murderer, Akira, and I'm not the one your friends need... Why don't I make good on what was imparted to me during that time when I had my fortune read?
[ Akira is more inclined to leave, but he's drawn up to the attic, anyway. Curiosity and nostalgia take the reins despite the heaviness that weighs on his shoulders as he spots the fissures in reality. They're pressing their limits, thoroughly ruining this rare chance to rewrite their story to something happier. His brow furrows as he listens to the new protagonist go on, finding it hard to not imagine it as Goro crawling back to what he remembers and knows best.
A part of him can't quite digest the thought that maybe those words are completely genuine, that this may be his choice of atonement... A frown laces his lips as he forces his eyes shut, frustrated beyond belief with the prospect offered to him. He runs his hands through his hair, finding the feeling of strands grounding. ]
... Goro.
[ When he opens his eyes again, his expression isn't so pristine and polished. It's riddled with exasperation, unexpectedly crestfallen now that they've stowed away from the public. It felt like ages where they had an actual conversation, even if he has spoken to several Goro Akechis in between.
They were all the same yet not the one he's looking for... And now that Goro finally shows up, he's seeing that, in the end, they're no different. They make the same decisions despite their pretty words like a sweet aroma hiding poison. ]
Why should I trust you—?
[ His hold on the attache's handle tightens. Justified doubt stirs; why should he trust that anything will change if he gives this mantle back? Akira isn't quite at the point of raising his voice yet, but it's almost there until he stops himself with a thought that makes his shoulders stiff. How can Goro ever show him he can trust him if he doesn't give him a chance? He bites his bottom lip as he casts his eyes to the ground, seeing that there's barely any of it left. Even his voice betrays him. ]
I d░▓'t w░nt yo▒ to go thr░░▒h a▓▓ of th░▓ a░a▒▓.
[ To grow up in such a cold environment, to live in an empty carapace of a room, to bloody his hands, to push others away—he doesn't want any of his friends to cycle through their suffering again, either. Those were things he couldn't stop, but this time he's in the position to at least allow Goro to enjoy a small portion of his life as a regular student. Nothing is stopping Akira from joining in, either.
Yet he gives that up. He offers the trademark attache back. ]
[ And when Goro laughs, the sound is barbed and muddled before cutting into a flash of a wistful frown, gaze downcast and pondering. He pretends to not have caught any of that. ]
Smokes and mirrors. You never should. Experience will tell you so.
[ So he says, but Goro seems a touch distracted. A slight tilt of his head, eyes focused on Akira again, like if he were to look at him hard enough, the blueprint of the boy's being will sustain itself a little while longer. He figures it shouldn't be made into such a big deal, at first; with every cycle where his consciousness sits dormant, it'll just seem like a bad dream, a little break from another year of gradual decay. But these little reunions are hardly a promised thing anymore; it takes longer now to find him again, and one day, he might wake up to newer 'worlds', realizing that the Akira he has always known will never return to him again.
Back then, Goro may have reveled over that: Akira, seemingly saturnine and miserable. Not today -- or ever, perhaps. ]
My life doesn't require your consideration. You're better off forgetting all about me, remain content in the ending you've worked so hard for. Anyone else would have. They'd realize that I've nothing to offer. Just a plethora of losses, emptier gains, if any. It's pointless to humor this superfluous bullshit more than you already have, especially with someone who has never hesitated with their attempts in killing you.
[ His eyes are less round with feigned schoolboy innocence, more slanted and brooding, even as they shine -- knowing. ]
... But I've learned the hard way, again. So it seems. No matter what I've said and done, you're that fool, the only fool, to keep me around, who never treated me differently despite how I'd deserve it anyway... Thanks, and -- [ Finally, Goro reaches for the attache -- ] I'm sorr --
[ A touch of the case's handle, then nothingness. ]
-- contorted vine-like appendages pulses faintly red across the darkened walls of the Metaverse, seemingly underground and grossly humid. The only source of light, unfortunately -- uncomfortably dim, even in its erratic intervals of brightening.
-- the majority of the tunnel-like pathways promises dead-ends and the occasional Shadow... that may flee from a certain overpowered NG+ ( times infinity ) protagonist. Items strewn about or found within chests will hint at certain 'past lives', but cannot be taken, no matter how much one may try to pilfer it away. Akira can take the flashlight though, if he manages to beat a Shadow up for it.
-- a radial blend of the usual red and black will lead to a randomized landing, and much like Mementos, it seems to lead Akira to a descent of numerous floors. So on and so forth.
And what role shall Goro Akechi play in this? Well. Akira may eventually feel something plummet onto him, helmet tumbling off of the casualty's head from the impact. Rather than Crow, it's the other one -- with the stripes and anger. But he's less so at the moment. Just momentarily #shooketh and incredibly miffed. Don't you mind. ]
What are you? Friend or foe. [ Listen... It's dark, okay, and if there's something jagged and sharp pressing against... whatever... can't blame the dude for being cautious. ]
[ Akira remembers this place quite well and wanders aimlessly, wondering if maybe this is a bridge between lives—maybe a dream? Despite picking the locks as his heart tells him to do, no treasure lines his pockets. Some items he actually preferred not to take or else he'll reminisce, likewise he doesn't linger around the chests.
The Third Eye continues to be useful, though he doesn't need it with all the Shadows fleeing from him. He doesn't pursue, merely descending the levels to see what's at the heart at least until he feels a threat foreboding, a point at his side. The hair on his neck sticks on end as his muscles lock, but that voice. ]
Goro?
[ Please don't skewer him. He's a lost black sheep in this subway myriad, but he's prepared to fend the infamous Black Mask off if he needs to. However, that isn't what's on his mind. He wonders if this may be another reunion after another set of loops.
[ The good thing about Akechi: hands are kept to himself; he doesn't dissolve into maudlin displays of searing fondness; thoughts, eventually conveyed, uphold the basis of logic than a heart that openly bleeds, ugly and profuse; the entire world shall remain none the wiser.
And the bad? Well. Goro, at least, has the courtesy, despite the prolonged pause, to relent; two syllables are all he needs to recognize that voice -- ]
Long time no see. [ The dark is untrustworthy, still. Strides are taken before something is heard skidding across the floor. His helmet slides back into place over his head right after, though there's considerable distance between them now. Blind pursuit means aimless wandering, ample room and time made to react if "Akira" happens to be an imposter hiding themselves away in a swathe of shadows. ]
I don't suppose you know a way out of this place. [ Holding adversaries at gunpoint means he has an idea, sort of, though everyone was being purposefully vague or seemed to shove the responsibility of an obscured answer onto somebody else of their ilk. But, wait -- ]
Better yet, you wouldn't happen to have a mobile phone on you, would you?
Edited (b is just an upside p i guess) 2019-02-26 10:26 (UTC)
[ Akira barely has the semblance of self-preservation, so of course he closes the distance rather eagerly. The dark means nothing to him when the other person lights up like a Christmas light under the Third Eye, so it's a matter of not getting stabbed. If there were any animosity and hostility in the air, he would have thought twice about this.
Just before he slides his hand to touch a bit, making sure that this is a solid Goro Akechi rather than a figment of his imagination, he tilts his head at the question. He never quite thought they were trapped, especially when he has his phone on him (or should). ]
I do have it on me.
[ That hand fishes through the pocket of his coat. A phone that was not there before appears in his palm thanks to Metaverse magicks, lighting up the darkness and outlining some of Akira's form. He scratches his cheek as he navigates through his screen to find the once pesky and invasive app. It radiates and pulses like normal, though there's something off about it that he can't put his finger on. ]
We should be able to leave using the app.
[ It takes a simple click and a second or two. He waits to see if anything happens. ]
[ Akira speaks it into existence and so it shall be: the Metaverse dims into the open air, inviting a display of rotund clouds, stretches of floral and vegetation. Tree branches sounds above, distressing loose twigs and flower petals into their respective collapse; another great fall entails an unceremonious landing with a forceful slump along the bough, promising light bruising that'll go ignored. Akechi doesn't utter a complaint, still, regardless of his building exasperation, the rude awakening of another "fresh start". One thing's clear, at least: the sky ought to be riddled with concrete, obtrusive buildings reaching for unimaginable heights, but it's broad and clear instead -- an infinite sight. ]
I suppose that's one way to ensure that a prospective ally is telling the truth. [ -- because why would Shadows run amok with a cellular device anyway? Can't even use it to take photos, rely on its convenience of instantaneous contact. Better to acquire a hostage, hold their adversaries accountable for another life than toy with something easily replaced.
The distance is measured between the ground below, where he's positioned; the climb is effortless, albeit somewhat sluggish in performance. But wherever Akira may be, Goro will locate him soon enough; the Metaverse is hardly known to strewn everybody about, after all; always in their usual hoard upon their departure, graced with softer returns, both feet atop something solid and stable, or -- something unfortunate like Akechi's. Either way -- ]
Does any of this look familiar to you? I'm not familiar with this part of the city... If the surrounding area can even be considered as such.
[ Akira is spared from any wild landing... He's just standing somewhere nearby, confused as to why they're in the woods. It doesn't look like a park of any kind with how dense it is. It's almost as if this area is mostly untouched. Usually, his teammates would be right beside him, so it's strange to see no one around—there's no noise, either.
For half a second, he wonders if all of that was a dream until he hears that familiar voice. He beelines to it and, once again, they reunite under strange circumstances. His eyes well with curiosity, already brewing questions, but maybe once they find civilization.
With a couple of swipes of his phone, he checks out their location on the map. Good thing he has good reception everywhere. When you're from the country, that is important. Eyes widen as he zooms out, seeing the distance between them and Tokyo... Then finally lining the name. ]
My phone says we're close to my hometown...
[ Which is awfully surprising considering he was shipped away to avoid constant slander. It's the least of his worries, so he starts to lead them out into a quaint rural town, laidback... Not too many cars. It's peaceful, quiet, aside from the dogs... that yap every once in a while.
Yup, this is home. Though the familiar sights are comforting, it also brings more confusion. He turns to Goro, hoping he may have answers. ]
Do you remember coming here?
[ Quite frankly, Akira doesn't. Unlike other times where he does inherit the memories of that cycle, he remembers nothing prior to being dropped into Mementos. ]
[ "Yes", Goro could say; hopped on a train ride here just to sleuth around town once before, locate the supposed witness that contributed to sullying a minor's permanent record before humoring the thought of sightseeing, just for a bit. But the question's intent didn't mean it like that, so -- with a shake of his head: ]
Within the city, a place of familiarity, even in its deviations of the past... That's how it has always been, if memory serves me right.
[ It's been awhile; routes, and their endpoints, are muddled in with everything else. But Goro isn't one to be led around for too long, though he ought to play the part of a bewildered "tourist", aimlessly unaware. The act may as well be convincing enough with the way Goro searches through his phone, thumb scrolling through a window or two before pressing 'home' then swiping up to get rid of it all. Cluttered signs of use through phone calls made, memos left behind for later use -- either the 'Goro' before his soul's arrival had learned to let loose or it wasn't time for that weekly disposal of privy data -- ]
Take me here. [ The phone's screen is presented for Akira's visual consumption. Just an address, curiously unlabeled. Fortunately, the request wasn't intoned as a demand; it lifts with a softened question, in the end. If Akira wanted to investigate on his own, he'd be fine with that, too. ]
I'd like to believe that I wasn't left defenseless at a location unrecognizable to me. [ Read: homeless. ] Perhaps that's my choice of lodging for the time being, but if it turns out that I'm wrong about that, you may discover an answer or two of your own.
[ He huddles closer to steal glimpses off that phone screen. While there's not much anyone would want to learn about Akira, there's so much to learn about Goro as a detective and as a person... For the most part, every time he does steal his phone, it would be mostly empty with notes that make little to no sense to him. The albums as well were all practiced, planned, and had their purposes before deletion.
Still, these plans? Are a little out of the ordinary to him, so his eyebrows arch despite the small smile that laces his lips. Despite telling his friends how there's not much to see in the countryside, he thinks that this lifestyle—the freedom may benefit Goro the most. ]
I'll take you there, but then let's head over to my place after.
[ Then he can at least get his own answers. Based on what he can see on Goro's phone, the Akechi before him had already planned a trip all the way here. It makes him... Quite curious, but he doesn't have the audacity to accuse him of anything.
He offers Goro a hand to take this time. Like many times. ]
[ The phone or an interim of camaraderie? Seconds pass, awaiting a timed rejection of either or, wordless and callous. There's a fleeting downward glance as if to preface it all with Goro's countenance momentarily blank at the proffered sentiment, another stage set for folly to overrun their struggles with that same push and pull. In the end, a loose grip rests around Akira's wrist, tugging him along with every forward step Goro takes away from their mini standstill. The open air versus a darkened expanse of nothingness -- adapted comfort was found in the latter, but he seems fine enough right now. ]
But what for? [ Not that Akira ought to be forever barred from returning home. But he didn't need Goro following after for that.
Why here rather than Tokyo, still. Perhaps this was an alternative to being sent away, out of sight, out of mind: Akira was never meant to depart from rural customs, forced to adjust to the guzzling maw of Tokyo's endless bustle; in another timeline, maybe he was meant to stay -- because somebody else had the misfortune of playing hero in the boy's stead. Goro could always ask, brusque and impolite, but. It's not like he was being invited indoors; waiting around outside is the obvious given.
So, a proposed detour: ]
Once we've reached the halfway point though, let's make our way there. They must be looking forward to your return regardless of how long you were supposedly out. [ Parents... ]
[ As he strung long by the wrist, he holds onto Goro's before slipping them into a more conventional way to link—hand holding won't escape him this time. It's nice, loose, but the warmth he feels from their hands reminds him that this is real. The questions still linger in his heart... Reverbing when he ever steals a glance at him as they walk.
With a skip, he takes the lead and strings Goro along this time. It's his turn, even when they're not halfway. It's odd? Locals are waving at him as if nothing happened and, to be quite honest, it catches him off guard. He returns the waves with a nervous smile as they pass by before responding to his kidnap victim. ]
I said I would show you around.
[ Which means his house first, obviously. There's no way he's going to leave his guest outside, either. Like he always says, they pass by this little taiyaki stand... And the cats that seem to light up when they see Akira. One may even follow them right on their heels with insistent meows. ]
And I want them to meet you. If they knew I at least had some kind of friend in Tokyo, they would feel at ease.
[ Goro's solemn and uninvolved -- still eagle-eyed and scrupulous though; dovetailed expectations of hostility at worst, bewilderment at best are negated by an amiable reception reserved for his ""abductor"", hypotheses set in a mound than filed away with their separate deductions. He tosses a distracted glance over his shoulder in attempt to capture a moment of dishonesty; features shifting into an unraveling aversion towards the youth never did make its exclusive debut as grins and resumed chatter persisted -- along with the stray trailing after their footsteps. ]
A photo is worth a thousand words. I'm sure there's a plethora of them to choose from in your phone to ensure that their child is faring well in the absence of their immediate supervision... Unless there are a few incriminating ones that may be subjected to an accidental viewing.
[ Unnecessary.
Goro deigns to tighten his hold around Akira's hand only to drag the boy's attention to his moment of harmless curiosity. Pointer finger offers a beeline route to a low bridge over a shallow riverbed. ]
Will that lead us closer or further from your place of residence? [ Either Goro's preparing to settle into that perfect role, promising an immaculate first impression, or he hasn't found a reason to devolve his speech into something irreverently informal. At least he seems to know better than to insist on going about things solo, now. ]
There’s nothing scandalous on my phone, but I don’t have enough photos with you.
[ It’s a fact. If anything, he has no photos with Goro prior to his awakening. While the people are... Weird, Akira doesn’t quite make a fuss without further investigation. It almost feels like his reputation never quite spread or they’ve long forgotten. It wouldn’t surprise him if they did. Sometimes news wash away only to be replaced by something bigger, juicier, and there is talk about the Phantom Thieves despite being far from the city.
He comes to a halt when Goro points out the bridge, letting the stray catch up and rub against his ankles while he follows line of sight. It’s so tempting to pet, but with Goro in tow, he would need to drag the detective down to kneel with him. He decides against it since he’s playing tour guide and host until they learn more about their situation, then he can finally address... them. What they are doing. What Goro did. Why Goro did that.
... Deep breaths. Keep those frustrating thoughts and feelings at bay. It’s a gamble to look over to the detective when he’s trying to settle, so he focuses on the structure. ]
Do you want to cross it?
[ He doesn’t answer his question. Instead, he asks of Goro’s desires and tugs him along. They can check out the little bridge just for him. ]
Having them in your possession would be unnecessary anyway. I'm here with you, in person.
[ Except memory is an unreliable thing, hazardous in its inconsistent recapture of a moment condensed and torn asunder with every shift in emotion and passing year. Faces will wane into a luminescent haze with experiences, once sharply dense, falling into disrepair, relying on reminders and triggers to bolster their innate significance. Goro can see the appeal, recollections made tangible, easier to reminisce into some sort of clarity, but he didn't seem to care for it, either. The good rarely ends with a softened note of respite. ]
With every rendition braved and endured, having even one may as well be a burden. But I wonder if there are any walls to climb, be it to the top or over it. If I was meant to investigate something in particular under the guise of a quick holiday getaway, it may be nice to incorporate a brief workout in my morning routine as a refreshing start of the day.
[ Whereas the city life just demanded a timely attendance... that didn't relate to academia -- just television recordings, meeting up with the corrupt all in their sullen arrogance. At least everyone was seemingly understanding at the academy regarding his wonky schedule. Sometimes. But if Akira's feline friend is crossing the bridge along with them -- well. Goro's hand will make that attempt to slip away. Not that people are incapable of cradling a cat with just one arm, but. Where is the joy in that. ]
[ ... Akira just looks at him with his usual neutral stare, unwavering and feline-like as time passes. It continues one as if this is a competition, but gears are cranking in his mind as a myriad of thoughts. He voices none of them and finally blinks, now taking a step forward—closer to Goro, so he can use his free hand not to pet the cat... But to check his temperature. He presses the back of his hand to Goro's forehead, then flips it to his palm to compare.
Eventually, he retracts. Seems normal, even if everything is awfully bizarre including Goro's compliance. ]
We can always go jogging in the morning if you're looking for a workout.
[ Which isn't out of the ordinary for Akira when one of your best friends is Ryuji Sakamoto. The cat follows them to the bridge, but he doesn't pay it more mind aside from a playful nudge with his foot. Kitty meows! Kitty stays! Kitty brushes against Goro instead as they walk up to the little bridge, then finally across.
To another portion of the little town. There's a convenience store here, small restaurant over there, and some shops. Definitely away from Akira's house by the looks of it. ]
... It's like I never left. [ Super weird. ] I find it hard to imagine that you're not here on some kind of shady business, though.
[ Goro nearly recoils at the shadow of contact eclipsing the sunlight. But the gesture is entertained with practiced tolerance; he stares at those eyes, guarded and unflappable as they've always been, before his gaze falls to the ground, waiting for that contented withdrawal. Perhaps he can afford to be a little more adventurous now, less courteous towards secrets made to be buried deep, left unaddressed. For now: ]
Despite what I've said, unless everybody else is scattered around town along with us, then I really have no reason to be here.
[ One of the shops is where Goro decides to go, scurrying off on his own without much of a warning. If Akira decides to follow after, he'll discover the supposed detective eying the selection of brightly colored boxes, gift-wrapped and ready to go -- of local treats, homegrown fruits. A purchase is made, swift and hopefully shrewd in a decision contrived of his own accord rather than inquiring about the household preference of produce or moments of edible self-indulgence.
The bag handle sits snug in his right hand -- and if the cat still happens to be around, it'll just have to relocate to the crook of his arm, pressing close to his chest; scratches shall not be a thing when it comes to customary presents, please. At least they're both aware that Goro didn't "arrive" into this world dirt poor. ]
How common is it to hear someone brag about their pristine eyesight? [ In reference to an earlier thought, Goro starts off easy under the guise of better understanding the accommodations of these timeline renditions regardless of the abrupt train of thought diverting elsewhere. ]
I never did require visual aid, so it often slipped my mind to wear them during that one time. I've found that your friend is a jack of all trades. From an audible reminder for bedtime to a spectacles carrier... Well, I imagine your situation is different from mine though.
[ Akira merely accepts that answer, though leaving room to keep scanning Goro whether it be his face or his back. Of course, he trails along as a host—also out of curiosity. What has caught the detective's attention this time? Fruit. He hovers, peeking over Goro's shoulder while the cat squirms in his arms and lets out a distraught meow.
It distresses Akira all the same, so he carefully corrects him in how to hold the stray (though in the back of his mind, he should be taking it away). The bag of fruits? He will take and become the ferry of the day. Kitty will be content here, though it does look up to him with big, inquisitive eyes as it holds onto his arm like a body pillow.
You smell different. You're new. ]
I think it's more common to hear someone complain about their horrible eyesight. [ But now that Goro learned of his deep, dark secret, he should confess. Rubbing his neck, he looks up to the ceiling. ] To be honest, I thought those glasses would give me a new identity.
[ The mention of Morgana makes him smile though. ]
He's a good babysitter. I'm not sure where I would be without him. [ Tilting his head, he watches his guest some more. ] Did you want to check out the other shops?
[ Goro stares at the cat's inquisitive eyes; he tilts his head at an angle, avoiding outstretched paws threatening unwitting scratches. A pause hovers in feigned deliberation as he tip-toes further from the topic of identities, however new or old. Life without Morgana('s guidance) means too much, far beyond sleep deprived nights resolved by a nagging guardian in the form of a stray; Goro doesn't touch upon that, either. Instead: ]
... How long has it been since you were permitted to return home like this?
[ Here, of all places, just to be knocked unconscious long enough to arrive at their usual starting point, again — to relive a whole year's worth of envious malice and regret. So: rational suspicion of an uncustomary change of scenery — Shibuya readily replaced by something more rural and snug — implores scrutiny, not leisurely strolls just to window-shop. But Goro's question posed seems to open up that prospect for a mini-adventure of being shown around some. ]
An intruder like me stepping foot into your world, however unintended... Doesn't it leave a bad taste in your mouth, even just a little?
[ Frivolously said, but Goro's eyes are hawkish, like he's looking for something across Akira's typically stoic features. ]
[ Whenever he gets to that point, sometimes he barely spends a day when he's dropped off in the countryside. Sometimes, he would be lucky to spend a week... But that's if he survives that long. It reminds him of how long it really has been since he's seen his family. As much as he loves Futaba and Sojiro all the same, each new beginning means rebuilding their trust and earning their love. Over and over... Constantly, he had to fight for the place he knew he belonged.
For a second, time shows as weariness in his grey eyes that cast their gaze idly elsewhere, looking at nothing in particular. A small meow snaps his focus back. He raises his head and looks back over, tilting his head at Goro's odd question with his usual expression. ]
Did it leave a bad taste in yours when I landed in Tokyo? [ No, he already knows the answer. Those years were filled with envy and contempt, unfounded or not, were all too glaring as he repeated them. He saw it in Goro's posture, heard it in his words... And sometimes he would find other things that tell him the opposite. ] I'm grateful for your company.
[ Whether it's good or bad company, he doesn't go into detail. In the end, through these endless cycles, Goro is the only one that is even remotely aware of the cycles... He's the only one that shares at least several recollections. To end their visit at this shop, he pokes the cat's nose and it meows at him before trying to nip his finger. Kitty no like. ]
There's a small shop that makes some really good dango.
[ Something sweet as a treat. It only takes a couple of steps to exit, then he points over to the place. It's a cozy, quaint storefront with snacks displayed behind the window. ]
[ Goro tames that need to impugn what was innocuously conveyed. Instead: a softened sigh, gaze set sidelong — seemingly dismissive as the cat is placed on the ground, finally relinquished from Goro's cautious grasp. He swats at the front of his shirt riddled with incessant cat hair that demands to stay, all the while humoring the thought of how gratitude is an earned thing, and he hadn't done anything at all to deserve those words to begin with. ]
... In the end, it would have been nice to be able to talk with you some more.
[ Goro follows that mini beeline towards the display of snacks behind clear glass without awaiting another cue. His words sounds less like a smile regardless of how it resumes to shelter the unspoken, still; the lack of animosity and blatant rejection on Akira's part promotes a certain wariness that he couldn't shake off even after all those clockwork cycles of his self-imposed failures. Perhaps he ought to fight against it less regardless of how disconcerting the potential comfort it may bring. Old habits may remain so, ~lifelong rivalries~ and all, but. ]
I imagine the presentation is of a more traditional approach and less decorative like the ones found in the city. [ The aforementioned dango. ] Or perhaps your hometown has a unique approach to making them stand out on their own?
[ This cat may scamper off, but there's more in the countryside. Fret not, more will approach them on their little walk around the town. Akira's eyebrows arch into his bangs as his attention is drawn away from the warm little treats made live in front of them behind the glass. ]
I'm still here?
[ What's with that forlorn and distant talk? He knows they aren't on the... Best of terms, it doesn't mean they can't still talk. They won't know how long they have or if one of them will perish due to uncertain circumstances, but Akira is here in the present and he has every intention to talk about a number of things once he corners Goro in his room. That's for later.
For now, he tilts his head as those little theories come up, expression blank and slightly confused as he offers the detective no answer. Instead, he hobbles into the little shop and comes back with two sticks of dango in his hands while the bag of fruit hangs off the crook of his elbow. ]
It's nothing special, just tasty.
[ He holds one out for Goro to take or take a bite. Whichever one, but if he tries to take it... Well, Akira will strategically move it back the same amount of distance closed. ]
[ Miraculously; against Akira's will, perhaps. But Goro doesn't parry the statement with resistance. He opts to stare vacantly at the windowed display, countenance absent of its performative delight — though his eyes still glints with subtle intrigue upon Akira's return, attention fixed upon the dango. ]
... Thanks.
[ Belatedly said — gratitude withheld up until he notes Akira's swift, retracting hand, like a reminder to retain some manners regardless of their oddly placed familiarity... but the dango remains unobtainable, still. Goro knits his brows, wrinkles his nose, mildly miffed and confused; maybe this particular comrade-against-fate would prefer having that first bite instead, however playful and roundabout the approach. So: Goro gestures for Akira to go on ahead. ]
After you, then. [ The treat wasn't worth additional probing; 'nothing special', indeed. Hardly leaves any room for disappointment. But now he's curious to know: ]
We all judge a book by its cover, don't we? ... What is something that you've adamantly refused before deciding to give it a chance later on?
[ Ah, yes, the infamous knit of the Akechi brows. Akira considers this a win for him and slots the dango into Goro's hand right after he gestures for him to have the first taste. Just from the skewer, one can feel the warmth emanating from the dessert though fortunate that the glaze stays in place. In the end, the detective gets his prize.
Akira goes ahead and takes a bite out of his skewer, chewing on the single dango ball for quite some time as he considers Goro's question. Is this a precursor to their short truce? Mini alliance...? Or is it Goro Akechi's trademark of being ominous? He has a pretty simple and trivial answer and a longer-winded one. ]
Eat food at the beach. [ Thinking. Thinking... ] That's it. I'll try almost anything once.
[ Within common sense and his moral standing, of course. With a wave of his hand, he gestures Goro to follow him. Back to the bridge! ]
A book is more than its cover, but I guess Yusuke would disagree at first. [ A funny. ] What about you? Is there something you refused to do, but ended up giving a try?
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JULY 2.
The role is adhered to well enough for the first couple of months; Goro masks perplexity with disarming smiles, even as his attention wanders, unknowingly anticipating that destined glimpse of ruffled, unkempt hair to be caught in the midst of a developing crowd. A gnawing part of him worries, still; Akira's prolonged absence only ever entails the worst case scenario.
He moves to tuck strands of hair behind an ear, involuntary and ruminative; the motion comes empty-handed while the blond duo, featuring a hidden feline, resumes their back-and-forth by the branching corridor, ignorant to the meaningless gesture planted at their peripheral. Ann inquired, once, if he had longer hair prior to his transfer. He tried to break the habit ever since, but his eyes finds a figure, donned in darker colors, nearly passing by; his fingers rests behind his ear, forgetting, for a moment, that even the smallest quirks may give him away. Goro moves like he's satiating an itch -- Ryuji addresses the boy with nonchalance while Ann mutters something under her breath, like it ought to be known to her by now -- and that's how he got away with playing dumb right before the ace detective's eyes. Maybe. Possibly.
Regardless of the dichotomy between then and now, Goro still sifts through every catalogued thought, weighs their value before it wanes in its momentary recollection; he considers their use, how knowing will provide the upper hand, that societal acceptance of the adult world despite his necessary disguise. Here, he wonders if Akira is aware, recognizes the absurdity of their presented arrangement, how each other's personal lives wasn't something they ought to willingly toy with regardless of the given opportunity. Still, his covert investigation to Akira's background from before slots neatly to what he has gathered thus far: he was wrong about Akira back then, wrong about him now, too. Every day was a novelty; he wonders if it's truly an insight to what Akira had to undergo before: hearsay, like an overbearing landslide, made to distract and condone his solitude; friendships becoming so with tenacity, even at the risk of betrayal, knowing that things can go wrong at any given moment considering the odds, how much is against him now.
So when he spots Akira from afar, wandering near Yon-Germain, Goro had every mind to postpone a reunion he supposedly loathed to permit. Last words spoken back at that Palace were venomous and dishonest, wrongfully insolent; second thoughts with pride at his heel motivated regard to the spoken word, like it won't matter now, whatever they decide to do. But the distance is closed by a rare impulse; he's all politesse, a schoolboy just making friendly conversation -- with a celebrity no less. His countenance betrays him, still; inscrutable intrigue should be the showcased facade, but visceral delight gradually begins to bleed through. ]
There you are. I've been looking all over for you, detective. It's too bad we couldn't cross paths a few months earlier. I would have wished you a happier birthday.
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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. ]
How can I help you?
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If you insist on being helpful though, hanging out with me will suffice. [ Cheeky and bossy. Roles shall never matter, apparently. Regardless of how much more fame and adoration Akira procured in less time than Akechi ever has, how the boy's still loved from all sides, by his lifelong comrades no less, even in this lifetime, this irreverent soul will greet him all the same.
The news segment intones loud enough to amuse the meager trickling of patrons seated at the available booths, leaving everybody else with the bar. Leblanc's same ol' bell announces a supposed visitor, and Sojiro takes his time to drag his attention away from wiping at the counter top, finally directing it all at the now cramped entryway once he does so. Compared to Akechi's introduction from the original timeline, there's an odd sense of familiarity in Sojiro's lilt, like Akira and #bossman met once before, beyond the boundary of their temporal prison: "Took you long enough to decide to come in."
And, well, Sojiro just scowls at Goro, inquires about his lack of spectacles: "Don't you need them? Just as long as you don't break anything while you're here."]
I wonder why that is. [ Spoken undertone, for Akira's ears only. ] Have I always required visual aid? What do you say, detective?
[ How to not talk to people because you'll sound like you've just lost your mind otherwise: a guidebook not at all written by one (1) Goro Akechi. But he'll certainly pen a tutorial in how to gradually cause a cycle to internally collapse in itself with verbal cues to hinder its awful stability. ]
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He takes a seat—rather than the one that the detective would take, he takes the same stool in previous loops when on this side of the counter. The attache doesn't rest on the wood, rather left under him so it doesn't offend. While he doesn't need to peruse the hanging menu, he does anyway to evade suspicion, but no. Of course, Goro has the freedom to meddle and prod in such a forward manner. It catches him in an odd corner as he orders a cup, hand raised and eyes slowly shifting over to Goro. The smile lingers, too.
Uhh... Right. Goro is supposed to wear glasses. ]
It could be a fashion statement. [ Though Akira wore them like they're supposed to change his identity when he moved to Tokyo. Trivial details. He tilts his head and gets a better look at Goro, scanning mostly his face. ] In the end, you'll always look good, Akechi-san.
[ Isn't that the truth? He has a punchable face. ]
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[ Time to play twister with Akira's words, but well. He supposes Joker is fashionable in his own right; that goofy opportunity for his own person to be adorned in that thief outfit may as well be added to the ticked portion of an unofficial bucket list ( the complete shock of it all, but at least Robin Hood was still there ). Akira, on the other hand... Allow his train of thought to end right there as Goro presumes a seat for himself -- the usual, always by the door, though there's no reason for that now. ]
In the end, I can't say there was ever anything notably striking about you, especially when we've first met, back then. [ What is this, an impromptu #roasting session? Of lies. The nerve of it all, but: ] ... In terms of looks, of course. Certain frames really does help shape one's face, doesn't it? Enough to make them appear different when they're without it... I suppose you don't look too bad yourself with the way you are now.
[ ?? ?? ?? If that isn't already a glaring enough hint, Goro will continue on with his one-sided field day either way. ]
You know, people tend to speculate what it's like to be in the shoes of a celebrity. Birthdays, in particular, are conjectured to be rather extravagant... But you don't seem to be the type. Am I wrong?
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There are so many counters he can throw especially now that he's at the peak of popularity and garners more fans (likewise haters) than Goro ever has. He relaxes, posture finally loosening up as he leans against the counter, and props his elbow on the surface, then his head on his gloved knuckles as he looks over to his companion. Lashes swept and smile sly, the ends of his lips curl deviously while his eyes glint under the dim lighting of Leblanc. ]
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a small crush on me. [ For once, he lets out a solid chuckle that rings in the coffee hinted air. It mirrors Goro's fake laugh, one polished to garnish any conversation and joke. ] But you're right—I'm not the type.
[ He casually shrugs with one shoulder. This life has given him more insight, but he never quite romanticized the detective's lifestyle or fame. He never quite sought fame like this, either. However, he's curious... ]
How have you been?
[ Is Goro enjoying himself? Despite the entanglements, he has freedom—he can have friends. He gets to be the hero. ]
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From small to microscopic, maybe even nonexistent... It's unsettling, the way your laugh sounds like a broken playback, overall.
[ -- except none of Akira's antis has ever claimed so. Just a recited thing: an online comment from before, during the time when Akechi earned the public's rightful animosity aligned with the Phantom Thieves' rising acclaim. And if Akira means to goad him on by emulating his little idiosyncrasies -- well, it's not like he'd know, and he can't really ask anyway. Callous and careless remarks may as well do the trick for the time being. ]
But should I be anything less than fine? I wonder if you're only asking because you've discovered something rather conclusive about our modern time vigilantes. Groundbreaking enough to leave the world at large quite shaken with the given epiphany, perhaps?
[ Honesty is waiting around somewhere, more than prepared for its #comeback. Later, though. ]
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[ Akira never quite found it unsettling as it is annoying at times, but who is he to ever judge laughter? Whether fake or not, it can emulate and bring about positive emotions—contagious. Either way, he's not offended, only thoughtful as he strokes his chin and lets his eyes glaze over the wall of coffee beans behind the counter.
A part of him wonders how this life is supposed to play... Should he practice vigilance and caution? Is he supposed to be bold? Akira is finally in the position that barred him from making noticeable progress, or at least what he assumes to be the barricade. It's fine to skirt on the edge of danger as long as you play it off as a joke, maybe even his own method of investigation though reckless.
He softly hums as he tilts his head back, looking up at the ceiling before turning back to Goro with this piece. ]
Actually, I have. I'm what everyone would consider a Phantom Thief.
[ Did the universe explode? When those words leave his mouth, he can feel his body tense and brace for impact. ]
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... Well, I did wonder, once upon a time, how the Phantom Thieves have come to be. In what ways did the founder of the group go about recruiting newly established teammates? Anyone can be a potential adversary, selling them out for their own egotistic benefit. Admitting to one's contribution out in the open like this can only lead to skepticism, though, and if the leader was within earshot, unbeknownst to those around, the joke may either be appreciated or provide trust dismissed.
[ One tangent after the other, the Goro Akechi way. But he doesn't seem particularly committed to the topic; a weighted silence follows after before he has an elbow propped on the counter, cheek pressing against a loose fist. ]
Has she always said that? Like she has known everyone for all her life. [ -- though Ann cushions the thought with the evidence of their imparted back stories (Goro's is more falsified, borrowing Akira's than conveying his own), and yet:] She even said that about you although she couldn't understand why.
[ And if this world's "detective prince" couldn't parse what Goro's talking about, then he may as well pull the plug on the conversation while it's still young, rework his strategies. The perfectionist that he is, Goro will have to see this to its end in his own little way, though he wonders: if success was achieved, did he have to continue on with this appropriated life? He hated the thought of it, didn't care to deal with that outcome either. ]
You miss them, don't you? Don't you want to go back to how things ought to be?
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It's a bunch of kindness and warmth that the fallen detective doesn't quite deserve, but that's fine. With a raised brow, he takes a sizable sip of his coffee and lets the bitter taste hang before he speaks. ]
... Yes, she does.
[ But what she says shouldn't be undermined since it continues to ring true even now. Despite their switched backgrounds and stories, they are birds of a feather that flocked together. Whether Goro feels he's a part of their group or not isn't for him to assume, despite how palpable the similarities are. ]
That time will come when we get out of this together. [ Once the mug is empty, he sets the cup on the counter and slides a couple of bills right next to it. The attache is collected and he lingers a little longer off of his seat. ] For now, I have to convince my employer that the Phantom Thieves are a grave threat and need to be immediately exterminated.
[ Of course, a joke. Akira would never let any harm come to his friends if he can prevent it. ]
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Let's opt for a change of plans instead. This employer of yours will be none the wiser to your absence.
[ There's a knowing glint in his eyes, wide and bright; Goro hangs onto the word 'together' like a chance encounter, another open wager to surreptitiously address out of sight, out of mind, away from dawdling customers, the man of the establishment. Goro slides out of his seat before leading the way, climbing the short flight of stairs, right onto the attic's floor. On the landing, Goro turns, then reaches out, begins to tousle Akira's hair into an absolute mess with light tosses and sifts until every tuft is reminiscent of before, how things ought to be. ]
This makes me wonder if there is a 'life' out there where we're both embroidered with an identical role. I wouldn't be able to allow that, though...
[ No maintained attachment for the media, the gimmicks played; he'd much prefer something like this, a moment of normalcy among faults made to correct with time, laughter ensuing once every dilemma is accounted for than falsified congratulations, empty applause and meaningless fame. However tempting it may be to pilfer Akira's happiness away, gloat on and sneer with every successful heist and passing month, show him how it should really be done, it was a bargain he was unwilling to deal with: Akira will know too much, and another lie will be lived in, lead around until its fated cessation. ]
... because phantoms shouldn't make a home out of discarded husks and their trivial existences. But I suppose thieves aren't too overly critical about their findings, are they? ... Why don't we make a trade, Akira? You and I are aware that this suits you best.
[ time loop anomaly @ akc: wtf pls -- but Goro continues on by fetching a familiar set of frames from the inner pocket of his coat; the temples unfold before the glasses are slid into place, resting cozy against the bridge of Akira's nose. He coaxes the attache away, or attempts to, even as their surroundings begin to twist and struggle to keep itself together. But wait; one more thing: ]
There's something I've been meaning to tell you.
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[ He has to play his role—or at least that's what it feels like it's dictated by forces unknown. None of the words he said meant anything, but he can feel reality trying to stitch itself back together with them. It wouldn't take long for him to make his exit, but it feels odd to leave home, so his eyes are drawn back to Goro before they flutter shut during the ruffle.
Curls stick up here and there as he opens his eyes again, gawking at Goro especially when he feels the frames resting on his face. Space is unraveling around them while people in the background continue on their day... The television sounds distorted, as does the sound of the grinder, yet Goro's voice rings so clear. ]
... Anything is possible. [ Likewise, there will be a world where they can both exist. This life, though odd, might be one of those worlds he has been looking for, so he can't help but let out some biting words—sharper than usual. ] Goro, you need to control yourself.
[ But he can't exactly stop the former detective from saying what he wants to say. It would be too out of place to just slam his palm against his mouth to stifle any more words that may snap them back into the cycle. While the material realm is losing its shape, the people are still quite aware of them.
Instinctively, Akira tugs the attache back. Gently. ]
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A limitless capacity for control that not even the most imprudent and disagreeable of adults can break. Should it be considered comically shameful or a pleasant moment of bewilderment that someone like you manages to do so instead?
[ All mirth, little antipathy, contrary to way back when he declared a semblance of ennui over Akira's ongoing presence. But here Goro is anyway with the usual approach and conversational hook, fishing for Akira's attention -- ulterior motives withering into jarring sentiments retreating from hate. So it goes. ]
But after all this time, it's still nice to see a familiar face. Yours in particular. [ If words are meant to behave as decoys, that's for the beholder to decide; Goro pulls on the attache, but only to benevolently coax Akira into the attic, right in the center of his home; the only thing missing are his friends. ]
Enigmatic as you are, I still assumed all the while that I had you figured out... Suffice to say that the past couple of months have been an invaluable eyeopener, but it's not my place to unravel somebody else's story.
[ Then again, their lives, once linear, are anything but. God or demon may insist on separate scenarios to occur: Akira could acquire mercy, hands absent of blood even as the Phantom Thieves are celebrated and revered, forcing a certain conspiracy to be along its way, and somewhere down the line, whatever 'bond' forged between Akechi & co. will become less so. He'll settle more into his own skin than some role's beckoning, haul Akira back where he belongs because Goro owes him that much; it's not like he cares or anything. ]
... I've caused you a lot of trouble, haven't I? [ Like a belated surrender, arriving way too late, probably no longer matters to begin with. His gaze finally drifts away from Akira's face, studies the blotted dissonance of time and space, how this gradually imploding world will eventually swallow them whole, spit them back out farther away or closer to each other. It's been several cycles for him since Okumura's survival; he had plenty of time to reflect, reconsider experiences past, both braved and secondhand -- ]
But I won't ask for your forgiveness. Just a modicum of your understanding will do... because you're not a murderer, Akira, and I'm not the one your friends need... Why don't I make good on what was imparted to me during that time when I had my fortune read?
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A part of him can't quite digest the thought that maybe those words are completely genuine, that this may be his choice of atonement... A frown laces his lips as he forces his eyes shut, frustrated beyond belief with the prospect offered to him. He runs his hands through his hair, finding the feeling of strands grounding. ]
... Goro.
[ When he opens his eyes again, his expression isn't so pristine and polished. It's riddled with exasperation, unexpectedly crestfallen now that they've stowed away from the public. It felt like ages where they had an actual conversation, even if he has spoken to several Goro Akechis in between.
They were all the same yet not the one he's looking for... And now that Goro finally shows up, he's seeing that, in the end, they're no different. They make the same decisions despite their pretty words like a sweet aroma hiding poison. ]
Why should I trust you—?
[ His hold on the attache's handle tightens. Justified doubt stirs; why should he trust that anything will change if he gives this mantle back? Akira isn't quite at the point of raising his voice yet, but it's almost there until he stops himself with a thought that makes his shoulders stiff. How can Goro ever show him he can trust him if he doesn't give him a chance? He bites his bottom lip as he casts his eyes to the ground, seeing that there's barely any of it left. Even his voice betrays him. ]
I d░▓'t w░nt yo▒ to go thr░░▒h a▓▓ of th░▓ a░a▒▓.
[ To grow up in such a cold environment, to live in an empty carapace of a room, to bloody his hands, to push others away—he doesn't want any of his friends to cycle through their suffering again, either. Those were things he couldn't stop, but this time he's in the position to at least allow Goro to enjoy a small portion of his life as a regular student. Nothing is stopping Akira from joining in, either.
Yet he gives that up. He offers the trademark attache back. ]
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Smokes and mirrors. You never should. Experience will tell you so.
[ So he says, but Goro seems a touch distracted. A slight tilt of his head, eyes focused on Akira again, like if he were to look at him hard enough, the blueprint of the boy's being will sustain itself a little while longer. He figures it shouldn't be made into such a big deal, at first; with every cycle where his consciousness sits dormant, it'll just seem like a bad dream, a little break from another year of gradual decay. But these little reunions are hardly a promised thing anymore; it takes longer now to find him again, and one day, he might wake up to newer 'worlds', realizing that the Akira he has always known will never return to him again.
Back then, Goro may have reveled over that: Akira, seemingly saturnine and miserable. Not today -- or ever, perhaps. ]
My life doesn't require your consideration. You're better off forgetting all about me, remain content in the ending you've worked so hard for. Anyone else would have. They'd realize that I've nothing to offer. Just a plethora of losses, emptier gains, if any. It's pointless to humor this superfluous bullshit more than you already have, especially with someone who has never hesitated with their attempts in killing you.
[ His eyes are less round with feigned schoolboy innocence, more slanted and brooding, even as they shine -- knowing. ]
... But I've learned the hard way, again. So it seems. No matter what I've said and done, you're that fool, the only fool, to keep me around, who never treated me differently despite how I'd deserve it anyway... Thanks, and -- [ Finally, Goro reaches for the attache -- ] I'm sorr --
[ A touch of the case's handle, then nothingness. ]
YEEHAW.
What are you? Friend or foe. [ Listen... It's dark, okay, and if there's something jagged and sharp pressing against... whatever... can't blame the dude for being cautious. ]
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The Third Eye continues to be useful, though he doesn't need it with all the Shadows fleeing from him. He doesn't pursue, merely descending the levels to see what's at the heart at least until he feels a threat foreboding, a point at his side. The hair on his neck sticks on end as his muscles lock, but that voice. ]
Goro?
[ Please don't skewer him. He's a lost black sheep in this subway myriad, but he's prepared to fend the infamous Black Mask off if he needs to. However, that isn't what's on his mind. He wonders if this may be another reunion after another set of loops.
His hopes rise, yet quickly they also settle. ]
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And the bad? Well. Goro, at least, has the courtesy, despite the prolonged pause, to relent; two syllables are all he needs to recognize that voice -- ]
Long time no see. [ The dark is untrustworthy, still. Strides are taken before something is heard skidding across the floor. His helmet slides back into place over his head right after, though there's considerable distance between them now. Blind pursuit means aimless wandering, ample room and time made to react if "Akira" happens to be an imposter hiding themselves away in a swathe of shadows. ]
I don't suppose you know a way out of this place. [ Holding adversaries at gunpoint means he has an idea, sort of, though everyone was being purposefully vague or seemed to shove the responsibility of an obscured answer onto somebody else of their ilk. But, wait -- ]
Better yet, you wouldn't happen to have a mobile phone on you, would you?
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Just before he slides his hand to touch a bit, making sure that this is a solid Goro Akechi rather than a figment of his imagination, he tilts his head at the question. He never quite thought they were trapped, especially when he has his phone on him (or should). ]
I do have it on me.
[ That hand fishes through the pocket of his coat. A phone that was not there before appears in his palm thanks to Metaverse magicks, lighting up the darkness and outlining some of Akira's form. He scratches his cheek as he navigates through his screen to find the once pesky and invasive app. It radiates and pulses like normal, though there's something off about it that he can't put his finger on. ]
We should be able to leave using the app.
[ It takes a simple click and a second or two. He waits to see if anything happens. ]
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I suppose that's one way to ensure that a prospective ally is telling the truth. [ -- because why would Shadows run amok with a cellular device anyway? Can't even use it to take photos, rely on its convenience of instantaneous contact. Better to acquire a hostage, hold their adversaries accountable for another life than toy with something easily replaced.
The distance is measured between the ground below, where he's positioned; the climb is effortless, albeit somewhat sluggish in performance. But wherever Akira may be, Goro will locate him soon enough; the Metaverse is hardly known to strewn everybody about, after all; always in their usual hoard upon their departure, graced with softer returns, both feet atop something solid and stable, or -- something unfortunate like Akechi's. Either way -- ]
Does any of this look familiar to you? I'm not familiar with this part of the city... If the surrounding area can even be considered as such.
[ Getting right down to business, basically. ]
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For half a second, he wonders if all of that was a dream until he hears that familiar voice. He beelines to it and, once again, they reunite under strange circumstances. His eyes well with curiosity, already brewing questions, but maybe once they find civilization.
With a couple of swipes of his phone, he checks out their location on the map. Good thing he has good reception everywhere. When you're from the country, that is important. Eyes widen as he zooms out, seeing the distance between them and Tokyo... Then finally lining the name. ]
My phone says we're close to my hometown...
[ Which is awfully surprising considering he was shipped away to avoid constant slander. It's the least of his worries, so he starts to lead them out into a quaint rural town, laidback... Not too many cars. It's peaceful, quiet, aside from the dogs... that yap every once in a while.
Yup, this is home. Though the familiar sights are comforting, it also brings more confusion. He turns to Goro, hoping he may have answers. ]
Do you remember coming here?
[ Quite frankly, Akira doesn't. Unlike other times where he does inherit the memories of that cycle, he remembers nothing prior to being dropped into Mementos. ]
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Within the city, a place of familiarity, even in its deviations of the past... That's how it has always been, if memory serves me right.
[ It's been awhile; routes, and their endpoints, are muddled in with everything else. But Goro isn't one to be led around for too long, though he ought to play the part of a bewildered "tourist", aimlessly unaware. The act may as well be convincing enough with the way Goro searches through his phone, thumb scrolling through a window or two before pressing 'home' then swiping up to get rid of it all. Cluttered signs of use through phone calls made, memos left behind for later use -- either the 'Goro' before his soul's arrival had learned to let loose or it wasn't time for that weekly disposal of privy data -- ]
Take me here. [ The phone's screen is presented for Akira's visual consumption. Just an address, curiously unlabeled. Fortunately, the request wasn't intoned as a demand; it lifts with a softened question, in the end. If Akira wanted to investigate on his own, he'd be fine with that, too. ]
I'd like to believe that I wasn't left defenseless at a location unrecognizable to me. [ Read: homeless. ] Perhaps that's my choice of lodging for the time being, but if it turns out that I'm wrong about that, you may discover an answer or two of your own.
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Still, these plans? Are a little out of the ordinary to him, so his eyebrows arch despite the small smile that laces his lips. Despite telling his friends how there's not much to see in the countryside, he thinks that this lifestyle—the freedom may benefit Goro the most. ]
I'll take you there, but then let's head over to my place after.
[ Then he can at least get his own answers. Based on what he can see on Goro's phone, the Akechi before him had already planned a trip all the way here. It makes him... Quite curious, but he doesn't have the audacity to accuse him of anything.
He offers Goro a hand to take this time. Like many times. ]
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[ The phone or an interim of camaraderie? Seconds pass, awaiting a timed rejection of either or, wordless and callous. There's a fleeting downward glance as if to preface it all with Goro's countenance momentarily blank at the proffered sentiment, another stage set for folly to overrun their struggles with that same push and pull. In the end, a loose grip rests around Akira's wrist, tugging him along with every forward step Goro takes away from their mini standstill. The open air versus a darkened expanse of nothingness -- adapted comfort was found in the latter, but he seems fine enough right now. ]
But what for? [ Not that Akira ought to be forever barred from returning home. But he didn't need Goro following after for that.
Why here rather than Tokyo, still. Perhaps this was an alternative to being sent away, out of sight, out of mind: Akira was never meant to depart from rural customs, forced to adjust to the guzzling maw of Tokyo's endless bustle; in another timeline, maybe he was meant to stay -- because somebody else had the misfortune of playing hero in the boy's stead. Goro could always ask, brusque and impolite, but. It's not like he was being invited indoors; waiting around outside is the obvious given.
So, a proposed detour: ]
Once we've reached the halfway point though, let's make our way there. They must be looking forward to your return regardless of how long you were supposedly out. [ Parents... ]
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With a skip, he takes the lead and strings Goro along this time. It's his turn, even when they're not halfway. It's odd? Locals are waving at him as if nothing happened and, to be quite honest, it catches him off guard. He returns the waves with a nervous smile as they pass by before responding to his kidnap victim. ]
I said I would show you around.
[ Which means his house first, obviously. There's no way he's going to leave his guest outside, either. Like he always says, they pass by this little taiyaki stand... And the cats that seem to light up when they see Akira. One may even follow them right on their heels with insistent meows. ]
And I want them to meet you. If they knew I at least had some kind of friend in Tokyo, they would feel at ease.
[ Parents. ]
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A photo is worth a thousand words. I'm sure there's a plethora of them to choose from in your phone to ensure that their child is faring well in the absence of their immediate supervision... Unless there are a few incriminating ones that may be subjected to an accidental viewing.
[ Unnecessary.
Goro deigns to tighten his hold around Akira's hand only to drag the boy's attention to his moment of harmless curiosity. Pointer finger offers a beeline route to a low bridge over a shallow riverbed. ]
Will that lead us closer or further from your place of residence? [ Either Goro's preparing to settle into that perfect role, promising an immaculate first impression, or he hasn't found a reason to devolve his speech into something irreverently informal. At least he seems to know better than to insist on going about things solo, now. ]
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[ It’s a fact. If anything, he has no photos with Goro prior to his awakening. While the people are... Weird, Akira doesn’t quite make a fuss without further investigation. It almost feels like his reputation never quite spread or they’ve long forgotten. It wouldn’t surprise him if they did. Sometimes news wash away only to be replaced by something bigger, juicier, and there is talk about the Phantom Thieves despite being far from the city.
He comes to a halt when Goro points out the bridge, letting the stray catch up and rub against his ankles while he follows line of sight. It’s so tempting to pet, but with Goro in tow, he would need to drag the detective down to kneel with him. He decides against it since he’s playing tour guide and host until they learn more about their situation, then he can finally address... them. What they are doing. What Goro did. Why Goro did that.
... Deep breaths. Keep those frustrating thoughts and feelings at bay. It’s a gamble to look over to the detective when he’s trying to settle, so he focuses on the structure. ]
Do you want to cross it?
[ He doesn’t answer his question. Instead, he asks of Goro’s desires and tugs him along. They can check out the little bridge just for him. ]
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[ Except memory is an unreliable thing, hazardous in its inconsistent recapture of a moment condensed and torn asunder with every shift in emotion and passing year. Faces will wane into a luminescent haze with experiences, once sharply dense, falling into disrepair, relying on reminders and triggers to bolster their innate significance. Goro can see the appeal, recollections made tangible, easier to reminisce into some sort of clarity, but he didn't seem to care for it, either. The good rarely ends with a softened note of respite. ]
With every rendition braved and endured, having even one may as well be a burden. But I wonder if there are any walls to climb, be it to the top or over it. If I was meant to investigate something in particular under the guise of a quick holiday getaway, it may be nice to incorporate a brief workout in my morning routine as a refreshing start of the day.
[ Whereas the city life just demanded a timely attendance... that didn't relate to academia -- just television recordings, meeting up with the corrupt all in their sullen arrogance. At least everyone was seemingly understanding at the academy regarding his wonky schedule. Sometimes. But if Akira's feline friend is crossing the bridge along with them -- well. Goro's hand will make that attempt to slip away. Not that people are incapable of cradling a cat with just one arm, but. Where is the joy in that. ]
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Eventually, he retracts. Seems normal, even if everything is awfully bizarre including Goro's compliance. ]
We can always go jogging in the morning if you're looking for a workout.
[ Which isn't out of the ordinary for Akira when one of your best friends is Ryuji Sakamoto. The cat follows them to the bridge, but he doesn't pay it more mind aside from a playful nudge with his foot. Kitty meows! Kitty stays! Kitty brushes against Goro instead as they walk up to the little bridge, then finally across.
To another portion of the little town. There's a convenience store here, small restaurant over there, and some shops. Definitely away from Akira's house by the looks of it. ]
... It's like I never left. [ Super weird. ] I find it hard to imagine that you're not here on some kind of shady business, though.
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Despite what I've said, unless everybody else is scattered around town along with us, then I really have no reason to be here.
[ One of the shops is where Goro decides to go, scurrying off on his own without much of a warning. If Akira decides to follow after, he'll discover the supposed detective eying the selection of brightly colored boxes, gift-wrapped and ready to go -- of local treats, homegrown fruits. A purchase is made, swift and hopefully shrewd in a decision contrived of his own accord rather than inquiring about the household preference of produce or moments of edible self-indulgence.
The bag handle sits snug in his right hand -- and if the cat still happens to be around, it'll just have to relocate to the crook of his arm, pressing close to his chest; scratches shall not be a thing when it comes to customary presents, please. At least they're both aware that Goro didn't "arrive" into this world dirt poor. ]
How common is it to hear someone brag about their pristine eyesight? [ In reference to an earlier thought, Goro starts off easy under the guise of better understanding the accommodations of these timeline renditions regardless of the abrupt train of thought diverting elsewhere. ]
I never did require visual aid, so it often slipped my mind to wear them during that one time. I've found that your friend is a jack of all trades. From an audible reminder for bedtime to a spectacles carrier... Well, I imagine your situation is different from mine though.
[ #BAIT. ]
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It distresses Akira all the same, so he carefully corrects him in how to hold the stray (though in the back of his mind, he should be taking it away). The bag of fruits? He will take and become the ferry of the day. Kitty will be content here, though it does look up to him with big, inquisitive eyes as it holds onto his arm like a body pillow.
You smell different. You're new. ]
I think it's more common to hear someone complain about their horrible eyesight. [ But now that Goro learned of his deep, dark secret, he should confess. Rubbing his neck, he looks up to the ceiling. ] To be honest, I thought those glasses would give me a new identity.
[ The mention of Morgana makes him smile though. ]
He's a good babysitter. I'm not sure where I would be without him. [ Tilting his head, he watches his guest some more. ] Did you want to check out the other shops?
[ City boy. ]
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... How long has it been since you were permitted to return home like this?
[ Here, of all places, just to be knocked unconscious long enough to arrive at their usual starting point, again — to relive a whole year's worth of envious malice and regret. So: rational suspicion of an uncustomary change of scenery — Shibuya readily replaced by something more rural and snug — implores scrutiny, not leisurely strolls just to window-shop. But Goro's question posed seems to open up that prospect for a mini-adventure of being shown around some. ]
An intruder like me stepping foot into your world, however unintended... Doesn't it leave a bad taste in your mouth, even just a little?
[ Frivolously said, but Goro's eyes are hawkish, like he's looking for something across Akira's typically stoic features. ]
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[ Whenever he gets to that point, sometimes he barely spends a day when he's dropped off in the countryside. Sometimes, he would be lucky to spend a week... But that's if he survives that long. It reminds him of how long it really has been since he's seen his family. As much as he loves Futaba and Sojiro all the same, each new beginning means rebuilding their trust and earning their love. Over and over... Constantly, he had to fight for the place he knew he belonged.
For a second, time shows as weariness in his grey eyes that cast their gaze idly elsewhere, looking at nothing in particular. A small meow snaps his focus back. He raises his head and looks back over, tilting his head at Goro's odd question with his usual expression. ]
Did it leave a bad taste in yours when I landed in Tokyo? [ No, he already knows the answer. Those years were filled with envy and contempt, unfounded or not, were all too glaring as he repeated them. He saw it in Goro's posture, heard it in his words... And sometimes he would find other things that tell him the opposite. ] I'm grateful for your company.
[ Whether it's good or bad company, he doesn't go into detail. In the end, through these endless cycles, Goro is the only one that is even remotely aware of the cycles... He's the only one that shares at least several recollections. To end their visit at this shop, he pokes the cat's nose and it meows at him before trying to nip his finger. Kitty no like. ]
There's a small shop that makes some really good dango.
[ Something sweet as a treat. It only takes a couple of steps to exit, then he points over to the place. It's a cozy, quaint storefront with snacks displayed behind the window. ]
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... In the end, it would have been nice to be able to talk with you some more.
[ Goro follows that mini beeline towards the display of snacks behind clear glass without awaiting another cue. His words sounds less like a smile regardless of how it resumes to shelter the unspoken, still; the lack of animosity and blatant rejection on Akira's part promotes a certain wariness that he couldn't shake off even after all those clockwork cycles of his self-imposed failures. Perhaps he ought to fight against it less regardless of how disconcerting the potential comfort it may bring. Old habits may remain so, ~lifelong rivalries~ and all, but. ]
I imagine the presentation is of a more traditional approach and less decorative like the ones found in the city. [ The aforementioned dango. ] Or perhaps your hometown has a unique approach to making them stand out on their own?
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I'm still here?
[ What's with that forlorn and distant talk? He knows they aren't on the... Best of terms, it doesn't mean they can't still talk. They won't know how long they have or if one of them will perish due to uncertain circumstances, but Akira is here in the present and he has every intention to talk about a number of things once he corners Goro in his room. That's for later.
For now, he tilts his head as those little theories come up, expression blank and slightly confused as he offers the detective no answer. Instead, he hobbles into the little shop and comes back with two sticks of dango in his hands while the bag of fruit hangs off the crook of his elbow. ]
It's nothing special, just tasty.
[ He holds one out for Goro to take or take a bite. Whichever one, but if he tries to take it... Well, Akira will strategically move it back the same amount of distance closed. ]
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... Thanks.
[ Belatedly said — gratitude withheld up until he notes Akira's swift, retracting hand, like a reminder to retain some manners regardless of their oddly placed familiarity... but the dango remains unobtainable, still. Goro knits his brows, wrinkles his nose, mildly miffed and confused; maybe this particular comrade-against-fate would prefer having that first bite instead, however playful and roundabout the approach. So: Goro gestures for Akira to go on ahead. ]
After you, then. [ The treat wasn't worth additional probing; 'nothing special', indeed. Hardly leaves any room for disappointment. But now he's curious to know: ]
We all judge a book by its cover, don't we? ... What is something that you've adamantly refused before deciding to give it a chance later on?
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Akira goes ahead and takes a bite out of his skewer, chewing on the single dango ball for quite some time as he considers Goro's question. Is this a precursor to their short truce? Mini alliance...? Or is it Goro Akechi's trademark of being ominous? He has a pretty simple and trivial answer and a longer-winded one. ]
Eat food at the beach. [ Thinking. Thinking... ] That's it. I'll try almost anything once.
[ Within common sense and his moral standing, of course. With a wave of his hand, he gestures Goro to follow him. Back to the bridge! ]
A book is more than its cover, but I guess Yusuke would disagree at first. [ A funny. ] What about you? Is there something you refused to do, but ended up giving a try?
[ He's genuinely curious. ]