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# đđđđđđđđđ : independent roleplay blog for Eito Aotsuki from The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy. Semi-selective, mutual-only, multi-verse, multi-ship. Please read rules linked below! Penned by Kosmic ( they/him, 29 )
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Takumi Sumino : @100lives THL Multimuse : @bloodhues ( sideblog, low activity )
tried studying different rendering styles, did this help? idk....
He doesn't resist Eito taking the bottle. He gasps for breath after swallowing a good quarter of the bottle.
"It tastes pretty good... I didn't want to waste it.... Plus, it's fine. It's... not poisoned. Tastes... too good to be poisoned."
"Nobody ever gets me presents... I wanted to enjoy it..." He feels like he might throw up. But he already feels a little drunk, so that's a good bonus. Plus, he got to make Eito squirm.
It's entirely too easy to retrieve the bottle, and Eito knows it's only because Takumi gave up without a fight. Once the wine has been safely secured, he takes a couple steps back so he can get a better look at the wobbly little ogre with clear disapproval in his eyes.
"A good assassin would know how to mask poison in wine without the flavor being affected â and if you don't believe me, you can ask Yugamu-kun, I'm sure he has all sorts of stories to tell you."
There's a familiar tenseness in the grotesque mass of muscle on Takumi's face, and Eito simply sighs and sets the bottle on the nearest surface that's well out of reach. "There's a reason you don't get 'gifts' from other factions, and you'd know that if you used that brain that is supposed to be functioning in that empty head of yours." Now to try and drag Takumi over to his own bathroom before he vomits all over the floor â that is not a mess he wants to deal with tonight.
'Gifts, huh?' Eito couldn't help but think about the little assortment of candies he had made for Takumi the other week that was still sitting in his bedroom after that failed attempt to hand them over. Maybe if they're still edible. . . no, that'd be too awkward to explain why he has them at all. Maybe he can drop some hints to Takumi's other friends?
He stares Eito down. He had already drank a full glass of this wine. It was pretty good. Sweet and fruity. He actually liked it a lot. He glanced at it. He knew that Eito would not be okay with who he got it from. So he sighed. And did the only logical thing to do in this situation...
He skipped the glass and started chugging it straight out of the bottle.
There's a pause as Eito just stares dumbfounded at Takumi â what the hell was he doing? But he's quick to snap out of his stupor and now he's trying to wrestle the bottle out from the other's grasp.
"Are you STUPID or just trying to piss me off?? Or are you hoping that this bottle is filled with poison? Give it here, now!"
"Does that matter?"
"Of course it does, stupid Takumi-kun. You do realize how easy it is to lace wine with poisons, right? There is only one faction I am even willing to let slide in this situation, and unless you can prove that this is where you obtain the gift. . . then I'm going to confiscate this bottle."
"A diplomat from another faction."
The immediate squint in response, that's not the answer he wanted to hear. "Which faction was it, Takumi-kun? You have to be more specific than that if you want to appease me."
@azureaped: "Who gave you fruit wine?" Insert a look of suspicion at the thought of Takumi receiving gifts from others.
"Promise me you won't make a big deal out of it." He's already finishing off the first glass. It's pretty good.
"I promise. . . as long as you got it from a trusted source." As if he would be fine with Takumi receiving random gifts from random people â especially food and drink, things that can be laced with poisons.
The blow itself had certainly almost cracked his skull. Takumi blacked out as soon as his head collided with the ground, like the power being cut the instant a machine is unplugged.
He dreams. Abstract, confusing, and ultimately beyond his understanding. Faces he vaguely knew. One face that he knew too well. But all of it faded as he slowly started to wake up.
He wasn't fully awake yet when he first started to move. It seemed like he had more room than usual. His eyes slowly opened but his vision was beyond blurry. His head hurt. Takumi had been subject to plenty of pain and discomfort. Mostly mild, needles under his skin. Being poked and prodded. He had a while where his body ached so badly that he could barely stand it.
He could remember, during that brief time, that SHE looked so worried. Asking if he was sick. He could not answer HER. His memories in general were strange and foggy. Mixed with overlapping memories that he preferred but couldn't quite grasp.
Memories of a home were so distant they were certainly a dream. But were vastly preferred to being strapped down to that machine and and and and â
A sudden snap makes him blink. He knows such a thing must mean that he had been doing something wrong. They usually did that when his attention was supposed to be focused and it wasn't.
He stared at the man. He wasn't familiar. Not really. But it was common for him to be seen by multiple people. Usually putting their hands on him for various things he didn't really understand. Rarely was he meant to respond to things.
It took him a few seconds too long to piece together that he is being asked a question. Dread floods his gut as he realizes he needs to answer before this person loses their temper with him. He must have slept in again. No wait... Huh? Worried? Oh. he was inconveniencing them. He'd do just about anything to remove the chance of him being punished. So...
But how in the world was he supposed to answer? He stares for a moment. His voice is rarely used. Sometimes they ask him questions or make him speak, but he doesn't understand this time.
"S-sorry." He says, averting his eyes like a child caught misbehaving. "I won't do it again..." That's what they usually liked for him to say when he got in trouble. His head hurt so badly, but he worried mentioning it would lead to something like more needles so he stops himself from saying it.
The room is very much unfamiliar. There's no glass so he must be in one of the examine rooms. Which means they must be about to do a test or procedure on him. He's scared.
He shuts his eyes and tries to brace himself for the discomfort or pain or whatever it would be this time. When nothing happens yet, he tries to be good and speak more.
"I'll be good now. I'm sorry..."
Something's wrong. The vacant stare into the ceiling had been expected given the circumstances, but the lack of recognition as they gaze at each other felt odd and unsettling. Even if it was out of dazed confusion, a pit forms in Eito's stomach when that hollow expression morphs into fear â an emotion he's seen reflected in those cerulean eyes, but not directed at him in such long time, nor in such bizarre way either.
And this feeling only worsens once Takumi speaks in such a meek, timid tone; it's as if a key aspect of the redhead's personality was not only removed, but reverted into something more naive and childlike. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't believe in fairy-tales, Eito would almost wonder if a doppelganger had replaced Takumi entirely.
â Takumi-kun, what are you going on about? You're not actually in trouble, so there's no need to talk like that. â His gaze remains firm as Eito crosses his arms over his chest; it's mostly to refrain from reaching out to touch the redhead out of habit. The way Takumi shrinks into himself with eyes squeezed shut and muscles tensed. . . it's as if he's seeing something else entirely.
He needs to gather more information, but if Takumi starts to freak out. . . that isn't ideal. Caution should be practiced, but when it comes to patience, that's not his forte.
â How is your head feeling? â  A good starting point especially since he's recovering from a rough head injury.
Oh... She knows that it probably isn't a good idea to talk to him of all people about this. But the others from the second academy would react too badly. So she really has no choice but to try to speak with someone kinder to Takumi. Just to get it off of her chest.
"He said... That he would erase me entirely if it meant he could have Karua."
Even just saying it made her want to cry again. And she had just forced herself to calm down just a little. In truth, she doesn't know WHY she is so upset for a stupid hypothetical situation like this.
Oh.
"Oh, wow, um. . ." Takumi really is stupid. At least he can absolutely use this information to his advantage. "I think even with context, there really isn't a way to figure out a different meaning to Takumi-kun's words, so the issue of miscommunication is off the board."
"I'm really sorry Nozomi-san that you had to hear such a horrible thing," he's not in the slightest despite the air of sadness in his tone. "I know she's his dear childhood friend, but to say that about his comrade in arms? Especially you? You risk your life every single battle for the sake of humanity, you fight alongside us. Your life is very valuable! There's absolutely zero reason he should have said that about you."
She tried to collect herself. Nozomi had always been an easy crier. Which just made things harder for her mother time and time again. Takumi's response had been natural. After all, as much as she felt herself trusting him since they had opened up to each other, she knew that this girl in the complex was a special person to him.
Why did it hurt so much? It felt like a part of her was bleeding and bleeding. She had really foolishly believed that Takumi could value her at all. HER. A failed experiment. Despite her not sharing the past with him that other girl did, it still felt like she had known him for a long time. Like some past life or something. She hadn't really noticed that until this had broken her heart.
Eito was Takumi's best friend here. She really shouldn't confide in him about this. But he seemed worried. So...
"Sumino-kun... Said something and I overreacted..." She choked it out between supressed sobs. "It was about... Me and that girl in the complex."
He's thankful that she's trying to keep her sobs to herself, but any little noise is another spike of pain and annoyance in his ears; Eito has to remind himself that he can use this information to his advantage if he's strategic enough. The fact that Nozomi has confirmed this is related to Takumi is enough for him to double down on this attempt â if he can make this whole thing worse under the guise of 'helping', then he can isolate the both of them even further ( he hates how his skin crawls when he watches those two interact as if there's some special connection between them ).
'That girl in the complex. . . that's right, Takumi has said that these two are identical.'
"Well, Takumi-kun is often bad at explaining himself or his thoughts correctly. What exactly did he say? If you want, I can go give him a stern talking to!" Chances are, Takumi wasn't even aware that Nozomi was crying, especially since he has been shown to be quite reactive to her tears.
@rescuebullet / from here.
"That's not really believable, Nozomi-san." Normally he wouldn't bother trying to talk to her on his own, but after Takumi brushed him off just a moment ago while running up the stairs towards the roof? His curiosity is piqued given how his rival this ugly girl is close to bawling.
"I understand if you would rather not talk about it, but if there's anything I can do to help. . . well, I'm at least a good listener?" Time to squash down the internal screaming at this whole situation!
it's like a dream come true!
KILL EITO?
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happy end
He's holding a wrapped box. Inside is a pendant on a sterling silver chain. The pendent has a pressed flower. The flower, though it Futuran origin, looks very much like a Forget-Me-Not.
"Aotsuki, here." He hands him the box before he can ask any questions. Then he passes him the bag that he had resting on his wrist of the same arm. Inside was a couple of old historical books that had been rescued and reproduced by the Rebellion. Lost Futuran folklore.
Last but not least, a cupcake from his other hand. Made by himself after more practice than he'd like to admit. // for rebellion
"Happy Birthday."
For as much as he took note of important dates and anniversaries, there was also a very specific day that Eito always pushed to the further recesses of his mind, determined to pay it little mind and never dwell on it. A day of celebration for most, yet there isn't a single recollection in his myriad of false memories where this day was joyous for himself. As far as he's concerned, birthdays can be acknowledged for others, but never for himself.
Being born was the day his cursed existence began, when monsters plagued him from the moment he opened his eyes and perceived the world around him. What is there to celebrate in such misery? Once did Eito wonder if his actual birthday was meant to mark the date those scientists created him â but then he brushed the thought aside because it holds little value when its answer will never revealed.
March fifteenth. . . it approached with no expectations from himself, and with so many other thoughts to occupy his mind, Eito was thoroughly caught off guard when Takumi visited his private quarters that night ( rather than summoning his lieutenant to his own, and Eito was in a good enough mood to entertain his sudden guest ) with gifts in tow.
Just like a month prior, Takumi had carefully made him food as well as a trinket, and even some fascinating and valuable books that brought a genuine smile to his face when reading the covers.
"You really do have a talent for gift-giving, don't you Takumi-kun? No wonder all those diplomats are charmed by your little gift baskets."
Eito studies the pendant after setting the folktales on his desk, along with the cupcake; he doesn't bother making any comments about the creation process, Takumi knows well enough to be diligent about germs and the like.
"Do you even know what this flower is? I'd be surprised if you actually did, but I'll go ahead and tell you anyway â it's a saxeus flos sidus, or to put in more layman terms, the alpine starflower. You're being rather forward in giving me this, Takumi-kun, but I doubt you actually understand why so I'll excuse you just this once. You're welcome!"
It's highly unlikely ( in Eito's eyes, at least ) that Takumi knew anything about the language of flowers, otherwise it'd be harder to keep the heat out of his cheeks at the implications in this gift. Even if he had asked any of the natives about it, they would have told him and there's no way the redhead would have gone through with this. . . or so Eito tells himself.
After all, this star-shaped blue flower was often used to adorn the bouquets during the grand marriage ceremonies among couples of this planet due to it having adopted the meaning of 'unity, eternity, and boundless love.'
All concepts that would never apply to his and Takumi's. . . unique relationship.
"But in all seriousness. . . thank you, Takumi-kun. Your sentiment is appreciated, but I do hope that there are no plans for some party this evening. Surely you wouldn't get Gaku-kun to put together something like that for me, right? You would surely know better."
Translation : don't you dare force him into forced social engagement tonight.
in search of real happiness || happy birthday eito!!
