TOO CLOSE

Adachi Tohru Citta Alveare

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ay yo what up you fucking cabbage

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Ah, book signings, some of her favorite times. While she enjoyed them, that didn’t mean she wasn’t prone to being late to them. They were often scheduled so early in the morning, the publishing company she worked with now having no Shiono to understand the odd hours of Takatsuki Sen.

Showing up twenty minutes late to the bookstore was no way to kick things off, but when she bowed with a loud apology, those waiting seemed to relax in their seats.

“Aaah, I’m so terribly sorry! I got stuck on the subway!”

How easy it would be for someone of her height to have issues with public transportation; it was only reasonable.

The proceedings went on as they always did – Takatsuki met with everyone, signed many books with her name on them, and enthusiastically chatted with each fan. The timeslot for this particular event was meant to last for around ninety minutes, though because of her antics, it lasted over two hours. The representative from the publishing company was clearly exasperated, but Eto paid him no mind. She didn’t like him, and Takatsuki’s shenanigans were proof. 

Yet, all things must come to an end, so as the event was wrapping up, Eto moved to leave as well. A sudden woman ran in, another late one apparently. Takatsuki turned and smiled, perfectly fine with greeting another fan, despite the event having ended just moments prior. However, the woman moved too quickly than a tiny author ought to be able to react in tandem to; perhaps it was the woman’s nerves, or it was the heels she was wearing, but the sudden and accidental collision left Eto no choice with colliding quite harshly with the bookstore floor.

So, that was how carpet tasted. You learned something new every day.

"Ah, hello there Takatsuki-”

Before he could finish she fell on the ground right in front of him. Falling for him already, huh? He barely had to put any effort in. That was exactly how he liked it. He laughed at his own joke. Ah, that was a mistake, now it looked like he was laughing at the Takatsuki who  had just tripped on the floor in front of him.

“Pfffft, I’m sorry, can I help you up.” Adachi leaned in front of her and held a hand open to her. A chance to touch Takatsuki’s hand, what exactly had he done to be so lucky today. Nothing more than be his normal unpleasant self. 

Still, he needed something to cover up his laughter. A good excuse. He might have one if he was a quick thinker, but in truth, all that was on his mind at the moment was the game grumps episodes he was up all night watching rather than reading Sen’s book. 

Adachi tapped his necktie with his free hand. “I’m sorry it’s just that Zack told me the funniest joke. Ah, that’s right, I can’t just laugh in front of a lady like that I’ll make a fool of myself.” He carried on as if there were a third person in the room.

“Annnnnnyway, I’m glad I caught you. I’m sorry I was late to your book signing, to tell you the truth I had to skip out in the middle of an investigation to even make it.”

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“Perfect.”

Eto hummed, walking forward back to the main street now. A taxi at this time of day ought to be easy to hail, though that was was a simple part of this whole farce. The actual ride was bound to be much more amusing.

“…Hm?”

The author spun on her heel, tilting her head to stare at Adachi with a smile.

“Do you mean – Rohan Kishibe?” So, Rohan’s troublesome nature was beginning to spread; how unsurprising. “We work at the same publishing company.”

They also lived together, but she wasn’t actually lying. Not at the moment, anyway.

“He’s a pretty eccentric guy, though they say that anyone who calls themselves an author must have a few screws loose..”

Eto chuckled at her own joke, before reaching out a sudden hand to grab the attention of a nearby taxi driver. It really was just so easy.

“Not you though, Takatsuki. You seem to be completely screwed.”

Once again, Adachi was right but only by a fluke of luck. Sen was definitely a person that could not be defined by a simple quirky personalities, or even beyond that she was somebody who was slighted by fate. Of course that was just giving him way too much credit for some dumb thing he said randomly. 

“Well anyway, I was just concerned because you know-”

This was the part Adachi always faltered at. Trying to talk about one’s true feelings was impossible when you had no true emotions. Well, maybe some true emotions, but those were so true they mgiht as well have been called impulses.

"I think you’re really nice, as a girl and all.-”

Before he could finish though, the cab driver had demanded that Takatsuki get in the cab already. A door slammed itself in Adachi’s face. He was left alone stunned for a moment, and it started to rain. 

Well then.

The world was still shit after all.

Adachi excitedly waved after the passing cab. “GOODBYE MISS TAKATSUKI SENSEI HAVE A NICE DAY!”

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     Perhaps they did have more in common than first thought. He was the same, passive or harmful, teetering between two personalities simply depending on how much LOVE he received, and what type of love. Maybe that was where his clinginess originated, without the compassion and love he needed, his soul began to fade. It was nonexistant, after all. He fed off of the energy around him, the city keeping him awake and alive purely by environment. Asriel doubted Adachi and he had that much in common. 

     He learned to never judge a book by its cover. 

     Asriel flinched as he nearly ran into a man, caught of guard, nervousness etched into his expression. He was tugging on his sweater, chewing on his lip, the shifting of his legs conveying that he needed to keep moving. But to where was the question even he couldn’t answer. Lost - again. This is what he got for rarely straying from sector six. 

     He expected the man to throw a slur or rude comment, as he was used to, but instead, he was met with a kind smile and rosy cheeks. Confusion was written into his face as the man mentioned his ears. Robbed? Was he going to be robbed? He began to reach into his pockets, prepared to turn them inside out to tell him he didn’t have any money to share. Alas, the man found some anyway.

     “W-W…” He tried to find words to convey his excitement. Asriel frantically tugged on his ears, trying to find more. “Can you teach me that? Please? I need money too!” 

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Adachi just wanted to receive love too. Actually, he made a critical mistake. He assumed he deserved it. Perhaps his whole life was a critical mistake, because it was only by some fluke he gained the power that made him almost as magical as Asriel. Though, there was no need to reveal that to the boy. He should just keep letting appearances be deceiving. Adachi smiled, while he reached for a familiar itch to scratch at the back of his head.

“I don’t knooow, haven’t you ever heard that saying kid? A magician never reveals his secrets.” He stood up again and crossed his arms, tilting his head. His whole body was like that, long limbed, a little it crooked looking, and his posture uneven just like his haircut. 

He wondered for a moment if it would just be easier to leave the kid alone here. He was not interested in charity work after all, he had just decided to be nice on a whim. That wasn’t kindness, being nice was such a flimsy thing. An act, an he had many of those. Still, the kid might cry or something if he gave him hope only to yank it away. 

That would be annoying, Adachi thought. 

“How about this, if you really want to learn the trick I’ll make you my apprentice. It’s a paid position, so you’ll get money one way or another.” He reached out behind both of the floppy ears, and then pulled out two more quarters again presenting them both to him. “See, you’ll make twice as much.”

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“No, FUCK you! Fish are disgusting I fuckin’ hate the sea and everything in it! If I could burn the ocean, I would, apparently there’s fire that works underwater.” Hanten gagged, she wanted to throw up but something’s not letting her. “Drop the fuckin’ cat thing already, I told ya were more like lizards than cats.”

She went to stand up, noticing the world around was much…larger than she remembered. Had she shrunk? She moved to push her hands off the ground but ending up tumbling back. Just WHAT in the hell–

She froze after righting herself, staring at her reflection in a puddle of water.

“……….”

“No.”

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“Ahhh, did you say something like that? I wasn’t really paying attention. To be honest, I tune out half of the things you say for the sake of my own sanity.” Adachi was not even paying that close attention to her right at this moment. Perhaps that was why it went a few moments without him even noticing. As he fiddled with his gun trying to load ammo into it once more. Pushing the chamber in and out. He looked more like a child playing with a toy. 

That was until he heard the great no, which stunned him enough to make him look up. Once he did, a sick smile spread across his face. “Oh, now, this is a marked improvement.” He said as he walked over to the cat, and without permission instantly looped his hands around her belly so he could bring her up to his side. 

Rather than doing anything strange though, he merely began to pet on the back of the ears. The scritch scratches were much more affectionate then Adachi usually let himself be. “There, there, that’s not so bad is it?”

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✯ “Hehehe, if you insist!” She simply giggles and keeps on moving. That reminds her of Phoenix and his dorkiness, wanting to show that he’s cooler than he actually is. That’s worthy amusing, in her opinion.

✯ Oh, if only you knew better, my girl…

  ✯ You guys have been in Sector 3 the whole time, Adachi. Although indeed, this zone seems more… characteristic of it. Maya wishes she could cower a bit… but she has to look tough for Adachi. She’s the one who convinced him to come. She has to stand like a big girl!

✯ “Yes, that’s right! They can send any thief, mugger, thug, whatever against us. I’ll kick them all and assure us a delicious meal with lots of burgers, or my name isn’t Ma-”

✯ *MEEEEEEOW!!!!*

✯ “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” So much for being a great warrior, Maya. If you’ll react like this just from accidentally stepping on a cat’s tail…

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Adachi actually was not scared at all. He was a coward, that was to be sure, but the thought of dying hardly phased him when he knew by this point you would just pop back up. How terrible, this city had stolen the one escape for him from such a shitty world.

When he saw the cat scream he did not react at first. Not because he was keeping his cam, the cat just did not occur to his radar.  Not that he hated cats, he just did not care. His eyes went up following Maya’s reaction though.

He used it to inform his own reaction. “Hey, there’s no need to worry. Sorry about that Mr. Cat.” Adachi said as he leaned forward and offered the back of his hand to smell.

The cat responded by digging both of his fangs into Adachi’s hand. Adachi smirked for a moment, smart cat. Before turning to Maya and giving the same exasperated look he usually gave. “Gosh, everybody’s a critic, huh?”

He didn’t even seem to notice he was bleeding. 

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Himiko’s pout was increasing at a dangerous rate.

“But I wanted to stab him.”

That was her intention from the get-go; had she not made that clear? Whatever, she didn’t care.

She really, really didn’t care.

She wanted not to care.

She cared.

“… Hey, hey, what are you trying to say?”

She cared a lot.

“Are you saying it’s my fault he said such nasty things to me?”

It was all coming back to her now, how her date had said awful things and cursed her as she killed him. It was only natural that one might in such a situation, but, tears were pricking at her eyes. That boy had said the worst thing that someone could say to her.

“He said, he said I was creepy and that only a girl with no friends would hang around a butcher shop! But that’s wrong, I have tons of friends!”

… Right?

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“I’m not saying anything that you didn’t already know. Come on, what good does it do to keep deluding yourself. Jeez, kids these days, they just want to live in their own little world.”

As if Adachi was much better. At least he physically could create his own shadow world though, that was one step above those millenials and their cellphones. 

Adachi crossed his legs as he continued talking. He was so skinny looking, and so subtle in his gestures it was hard to read him as anything at all. He looked like nothing. 

“I think anybody would react that way to being stabbed. Before that he was being nice to you and just telling you what you wanted to hear. That’s not friendship, that just sycophanty.”

He finally caught his hand on his cheek and smiled. He was acting like a proper adult for once, giving advice to a child. Perhaps he would one day quailify as a functional human being. 

“The only real friends you can have are the ones who are willing to be honest right to your face. If you can’t think of anybody like that in your life then I guess you’re out of luck.”

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G A M E  O V E R

Scott watched as everything changed in horror, witnessing everything he knew about this place crumble into a strange oddity. Screams of terror filled his ears, and nearly masked the sound of bushes rustling behind him… what came out wasn’t what he was expecting.

The Nega Scott.

How was that possible?! Scott was sure his head wasn’t glowing, there’s no way the nega scott could be a real physical entity… right?! “This is WEIRD!” He shouted as his darker self came charging at him from the bushes. He  dodged the first few attacks, jumping back to run at the darkness and punch it in it’s stupid face.

The Nega Scott grabbed his fist and threw him, jumping up and slamming his feet down on Scott’s ribs.

The moment they hit the ground, Nega scott’s snickered before he began to fuse with Scott. Immediately, cries of pain erupted from Scott’s throat, tearing through the air and piercing his own ears.

“AAAUUUUUUGGGGHHH!!”

Darkness filled his vision, and his consciousness replaced itself with something dark. Something evil…. something…..dickish.

He arose from the ground with his newly acquired form. “Game over.”

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Adachi had a longstanding rivalry with Scott Pilgrim. Everybody knew that. Actually, nobody knew that. Adachi just liked to pretend that he was an important person. At this moment though he had not been thinking about Scott Pilgrim at all.

He was just walking home minding his own business, when a pile of TVs that had been thrown into the trash formed together into a giant robot. They asked Adachi to be their chosen pilot because he was gifted with the mastery of the TV world. Adachi said no, and walked off.

He liked to pretend at least he was a normal person. All this weird stuff, it was not really his style. While he was holding a bag full of treats from the gas station, (all of which were starting to speak, and asked him again and again why if they were fated to be eaten by him), which he continued to ignore.

When he stopped to see a dark shadow overtaking Scott Pilgrim. 

“Pass!”

Adachi said as he tried to run away. 

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Her eyes locked with a strange creature, one could call it a mermaid, but the opposite… a fish with legs.

Hanten h a t e s fish.

It stepped forward, and in turn she stepped back. A few more steps before she bolted, yet even her speed was no match for this miniature fish with legs. She tripped, landing flat on her back before the fish leaped forward and forced itself into her mouth and down her throat, reaching her stomach. She sat up in pure horror and stared at nothing in particular. 

“oh.”

“oh god.”

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Adachi had been following Hanten around for lack of better things to do. 

He watched  the fish for a moment. Letting it linger on a moment too long because Hanten’s terrified reaction was absolutely hilarious. Though, he should probably do something. Something that would require the least effort from him. Adachi raised his gun and pointed it at the fish. “Like shooting fish in a barrel.”

He even gave a half assed one liner.

What came out of his gun though, was nothing more than a small flag that said ‘bang.’

“Well that’s disappointing.” Adachi said as he inspected his gun. He looked at Hanten again, it looked like he missed something. “What’s with that face, I thought cats loved fish?”

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“I ‘ M  B A C K !”

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"Put it back.”

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Himiko kicked her legs as she sat, another childish action of her’s. Her clothes were still all stained with blood, and that was just another thing she was used to. When she would return to Kurogiri’s safe house later, he would ask her what caused the mess. Maybe Tomura would, too, if he wasn’t playing video games in his room. She liked to play video games too sometimes.

She was listening though, or trying to. Her head was feeling a bit fuzzy, but she was looking at Adachi, seeing his lips moved as he talked. She was trying to pay attention, and that was something.

“Talking at him?” She’d certainly hacked away at the boy, but, that was different. “So, like, he wasn’t listening to me?”

Himiko’s lips curled into a pout.

“I know how to talk.”

Someone she could talk to…? Himiko didn’t really get it.

“We’re talking.”

Himiko thought about it a little more, before the faces of two villains popped into her mind. Kurogiri and Tomura… She talked to them the most, but were they really people she could talk to when she got sad? 

The teen brought her knees up to her chin, a surprising feat for one sitting on the trash can. She was pouting now, burying her face in her knees. She thought she had lots of friends, but did she talk to any of them about her problems? … No, not really, since she never tried to think about her problems. They only surfaced in her mind during situations like this.

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This girl was basically a child in his eyes anyway. He had already written her off as that and now her every action seemed to reinforce it. Adachi far too easily fell into letting his shallow perceptions of the world guide him. It’s what had gotten him into this intolerable situation in the first place.

Oh well though. There was not much that could be done. Sure he could walk away, but that was a lot of effort. Far less was just half assing his advice to this girl so he could see this resolution to the end. 

“I mean I guess the fact that you’re talking to me now means you’re capable of basic communication skills, but you reaaaaaaally shouldn’t be praised for that.”

“Look at what happened between you an the boy, he didn’t listen to you, so you resorted to violence to get your point across.”

He reached out to her, human contact made advice get across more quickly right. Things that came across as normal human body gestures didn’t really come naturally to a guy like him, he had to consciously act the part. 

“Listen when  you become an adult, you have to learn to solve your problems without resorting to violence.”

This was coming from he, who was far more violent than she could ever be. “By stabbing him you weren’t actually adressing the problem, you were just acting like a child throwing a tantrum.” Said the man who was a far bigger child than her. 

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He was looking down at her, both physically and metaphorically. Most folks were forced to look down at her due to her small size, and she having to look up and tilt her neck every day. But, those like Adachi, those who’s gazes looked down upon her, those were the ones who always made a serious mistake.

A mistake that, in most cases, was often proved to be quite fatal.

“Yes, together – is that quite alright?” Takatsuki Sen leaned forward ever so slightly, as if to hope her assumption had not offended.

Eto knew he would take such easy bait.

She also knew, of course, where such words were headed, and the intentions behind such a fake smile.

“Oh, how kind of you,” As if. “But, that’s quite alright. We can just take a taxi… I’m sure you must have been busy, earlier, right?”

“It’s easier that way, don’t you think?”

That volunteer had already fled, probably running their mouth to whomever would listen inside the church. So, it was just the two of them and a hefty amount of nimono.

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It was easier that way, huh?

To him those words were almost honey on the fly trap. He had to be careful with the way he smiled otherwise his tongue might hang out of his mouth. 

Except he could not even admit to that. He was so passive an entity the best he could manage was to run his palm through his hair. Then reach down and grab the bags oce more, holding them up with a passable smile. “Well, if you say so then that’s the plan.”

As he straightened his back up, stretching in an awkward way he turne to face the empty spot that the volunteer had once occupied. Adachi shrugged. “Did he leave without saying goodbye, gosh some people are so rude.”

He was the rude one, forcing his expectations onto others like that. He was the rudest of them all and he knew it.

That was what you called a joke. 

The two of them walked all the way to the street. As they waited, Aachi whistled to himself. Until he stopped suddenly, “Hey Sensei, is it true you’re hanging around with that manga guy, what’s his name. Doehan Kiwi?” So close but yet so far. “I heard that guy’s kind of a tool maybe you should watch yourself around him.”

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Sho twitches again at Adachi’s fawning behavior. Does this weakling have even a shred of pride in him?

“Tch. Not much to it for now,” Sho replies to Adachi’s question. “If I wanna eat, I gotta find the good places to mug people. If I wanna be warm, I gotta scope out somewhere to hunker down at night, because he doesn’t want me living with the trash they stuck me with in that stupid apartment. Thinks I’m gonna kill ‘em and get caught and die, or something. Can you believe that?!”

Sho snickers and shakes his head.

“…But whatever, I’m doing just fine like this.”

Just fine, sure, having gotten little sleep and a solid meal about once every other day since arriving here. He’s begun to visibly show the effects of such a lack of proper rest and nutrition, but he’s used to his body being pushed to the brink. He’s used to things never being easy.

“About the only way I can see gettin’ outta here is by taking out the scum running this shit show, but… uh…” 

An uncharacteristic hint of sheepishness sneaks into his tone.

“…We’re still working on that part of the plan.”

In truth, neither Sho nor Minazuki has the slightest idea of where to even start. Their primary focus thus far has simply been to get by from one day to the next living as strays, and their success at doing even that much is… barely passing.

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Adachi was the most prideful of them all. That was how he could keep himself focused even while his head was on the ground. Even then, his sickly yellow eyes were always looking up.

“Really now. If that’s the case why don’t you just come to live with me then, boss.” Perhaps he should not have suggested that so casually, it was doomed to set the kid off. He was lucky that the imaginary friend, was is SHO minazuki or MINAZUKI sho, was on his side. 

“Of course though, guys like us are used to getting the short end of the stick. We’ve both toughened up to it by now.” That was a lie though. Adachi had been raised well. His major screwup landed him a cozy place in the boonies, and then a comfortable prison cell. He acquired his power at a god’s whim, and was given a persona without ever having earned it through pain. 

Yet he still hated the world just as much as this kid and his tragic backstory. The point being, the comparison between them, the use of we to insinuate them sharing the same sentence, it was almost an insult really. 

When the kid lost a little bit of his bite though, Adachi almost felt a mix of pity for him. His offer from earlier could almost have been sincere. “You know, I wonder if we could create something like the TV world in this place. There’s a lot of people you know, and a lot of miserable people too. It’s the perfect ingredients in the mixing pot to start brewing a mass subconscious entity.”

He stopped for a moment tapping his finger on his chin as if he had something thoughtful to say. “Though, I’d prefer boiled cabbage stew.”

He didn’t. 

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“Oooh you’re smart!”

She raised her gun and aimed, her grip tightening on the trigger when suddenly her moe aura faded. Her voice deepened and she lowered her gun. “H..Hu?” She looked around a bit.

“What the fuck was i…” She looked down at her outfit, anger immediately rising. Looking back up she saw the detective, her simple mind throwing the blame upon him. “YOU.”

“START TALKIN’, WHAT THE FUCK DID YA DO TO ME?!”

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"What exactly did I do that was so wrong?”

So, so many things. In this one instance though Adachi was innocent. He had been running away, but instead he turned back around. Despite the complete absurdity of the situation and the anger that was shouted on him Adachi’s face was completely flat. 

“I have never done anything wrong in my life.” Even he knew that was a lie, he had to bite down n his tongue from lacing in too much sarcasm into the words. 

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Boys, huh?

Right, boys.

Himiko nodded, not with understanding or confirmation, but as if her head had suddenly felt heavy, and gravity was weighing it down despite her best efforts to the contrary.

Yeah, boys.

“Boys are the worst.”

Boy troubles had a bad habit of bringing her up, and then never quite paying off – or, at least not as of late. She hadn’t gotten to meet Stain, she hadn’t gotten to kill Stain, either; any dates in this city ended up so unsatisfactory, and then this one had gone and been particularly cruel to her.

It just wasn’t fair, why couldn’t she catch a break?

He’d listen to her? Really? Himiko’s smile returned, just a little bit.

The teen took a seat next to Adachi, sitting on a smaller trash can. If Adachi sat around like a king, then she sat like a princess, her legs crossed and a bratty pout on her face.

“That guy, he was so cute… But he was so rude! I can’t stand guys like that, who don’t know how to talk to a girl – they’re total mood killers.”

Himiko spoke as if her blade hadn’t been the reason for harsh words thrown in her face, not caring for the facts at all.

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Adachi was just another one of those terrible boys.

In fact he was the worst of the lot.

He only liked nice girls though, and this girl was not nice nor was she a kid. He didn’t want to analyze it farther beyond that. He was simply helping her because he wanted to. 

“Oh, boy!” He said in a happy go lucky voice that was utterly fake. 

You could reduce his first two murders to girl troubles. It was probably even more than that though. He did not want to think about that either. He put all of his thoughts on the girl in front of her. Clearly she did not understand even the most basic of human emotions. It was pitiable. He pitied her.

Though he could not simply solve this by explaining that people didn’t like it when you stabbed them. She probably would not be able to grasp that notion. 

“You weren’t really trying to talk to him though, you were just talking at him right? Maybe you’re the one who doesn’t know how to talk to boys have you considered it that way?”

He let his arms cross.

“If you want somebody then you should be able to have a basic two way conversation with them, doncha think?”

He held a finger up.

“Do you know anybody like that? Who you can talk to?”

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Takatsuki Sen spoke in tandem with Adachi; it really was rude of them to suddenly pop up like this, and on a volunteer no less, who held no authority. At least, they should have called first, perhaps that would have been a proper plan, but this entire ordeal was impromptu.

Though, Eto could deal with the spontaneous as well, even if it wasn’t her preference.

Ah, that look in that man’s eye – oho, so, he was going to try her, then? She was prepared for that the moment he complained about the nimono, and the brilliant smile of Takatsuki he received in turn would seem so genuine, as if it was just for Adachi.

“Oh, my.”

Begging was better than stripping before her, she did suppose. Still, Takatsuki’s bright, dazzling smile hardly faltered at all – in fact, it had turned sympathetic and warm.

That poor, poor volunteer, who had the unfortunate luck to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Ehehe… You can call me Sen, you know,” she began. “Ah, lick my boots…? That sounds a bit unsanitary, you shouldn’t exert yourself for me.”

Really, it was just so simple, when folks were so obvious in what they desperately craved out of others.

“Sure, it’s no problem. I don’t know how much my little fridge can store, but we can always return together again later, right?”

It was just too easy, with men like this.

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Adachi’s eyes flickered up towards her for a second, and then back on the ground where they belonged. He was not about to say that he created opportunities or anything, no, he did not nearly plan that far ahead. 

If it was anything he was just good at taking advantage: situations, people, powers. The advantage of being so slimy was that it made you naturally slick. 

“Ah, together then. Then if that’s the case.” His fingers covered his face as he stood up, probably a vain attempt at controlling the body language that otherwise leaked from him. He shirked attention whenever it was possible. One by one his fingers came undone though, and the smile spread across his face then looked down at Takatsuki. 

“At least allow me to walk you home. If you’re going to keep all this Nimono in your fridge, it’s not fair of me to make you carry all this back all by yourself, right?” After all she was just such a tiny thing.

He said as if he ever cared about what was fair in regards to people other than himself. There was nothing about his words that betrayed him at least. Tohru Adachi played the role of a nervous, well meaning, but irresponsible man. It made sense that the person he was would unload this responsibility on Takatsuki, and the person he was would try to lessen his mistake in some ineffectual way.

All of this complicated acting, and really he just wanted to see what the inside of her house might look like, if it matched his imaginings at all. Tohru Adachi was quite the character, it was too bad he was hanging around an author who loved to kill characters. 

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✯ Well, your loss, Adachi. Maya’s sunshine positivity would probably do some good to that tormented soul of yours.

✯ “If you’re sure about that. I don’t wanna make you throw up over them, though. That’d make me feel awful.” And it’d be a huge offense to the burger gods, but she held her tongue. That’d only make this guy get even more nervous.

✯ Their path was now crossing a rather sinister looking street where some old fashioned song played in the background. It made Maya tremble a bit, but she has to hold herself. She’s gotta be an example to the newbies!  

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Well, if that was the case maybe Adachi could keep stringing her along. They could even become “friends.”

“Well gosh, my stomach isn’t that weak Miss Maya. You can at least let me try to be strong, and show off in front of a girl.” Adachi said with a smile, that wasn’t exactly a lie, nor were his words. However with Adachi seeking out the truth probably was not worth it. 

“Ohhh, where is this? Are we starting to cross into sector three? That’s quite an interesting place don’t you think.” Perhaps he should not have talked so fast, there was no need to let his fascination with the morbid escape him. “Well, I’m not worried even if it’s starting to look a bit shady around these parts, Miss Maya will protect me.”

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Scott stood above the detective, glaring down at him. It almost looked like he came straight out of a movie. His costume was ruined, his hair matted against his forehead, and his tie flowing as if there were a strong wind. “The world’s just fine, it’s just people like you that make it sh—!!”

His dramatic speech cut off, Scott tumbled down and landed on his back as e was tripped. Just how cheap can someone be?! He glanced out of the corner of his eye, spotting familiar blue hair walking away. “–R..Rammy.” He muttered to himself before glaring up at the detective again.

“You dick…” 

With a swift movement, Scott pushed himself up and used all his strength to kick upward. “Fine, if you wanna play dirty…!” The hard sole of his shoe made contact with the detectives crotch with dangerous amounts of force. “I’LL PLAY ALONG!”

Scott Pilgrim just kicked a dick in the dick. Bravo.

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Adachi’s face twisted beyond all recognition at the moment of contact. He put his hand over it quickly so at least Scott would not see his pained expression as he fell back. 

All motivation to stand up had just drained from his legs at once, and his muscles turned to jello. It was strange, he probably should have been used to this feeling by now due to the way he treated most other people. 

Adachi was usually good at hiding in the shadows though, so he had avoided a lot of fights mostly due to his own cowardice. The only person who ever seemed to call him on things was Doujima, and the only person he let close enough to rough him up. 

That was not the kind of person to think about though while he was lying back and in pain. Adachi wanted to save face somehow though, so he did it in the only way he knew how. He let go of his face and started laughing, cackling madly not out of pace at a halloween party. 

“Eeheeehehehehehehehe! Look how quickly you’re dragged down to acting just as dirty as I do. Are you really that better, Mr. Pilgrim?”