❛ y-you.. ❜ irritation collides with anguish, orchestrating a venomous symphony that directs fingers to clench tightly into palm : the pressure causing crescent marks to form on flesh. he’s tongue-tied, lip bitten, a shaky exhale moving past his lips. in a metaphorical sense, he was stuck in the cat caught your tongue state.
it was just so frustrating, having to watch this self proclaimed emperor torment his mentor, his savior, again and again. enough! he thrives on manipulation, wholeheartedly enjoys the chaos that sprouts from his words; using the guise of establishing order to fool people into thinking this was justice. ‘ for the sake of the school ’? what a joke.
❛ … doin’ as you please, throwin’ oshi-san t’ tha hounds nd actin’ like some kinda monarch .. yer really sick, ya know that? you dare call yerself an emperor, thinkin’ so highly of yerself, you’ve clearly read too many fairy tales — get yer head out of the god damn clouds tenshouin. ❜ he spits out the word like a wolf gnarls its canines ‘fore sinking down, it’s knife like / lethal / its o’ so deadly teeth ripping out chunks of its preys flesh. he knew shu would probably scold him for displaying something so unsightly, but he didn’t care! he’s fully prepared for it all. he’d never feel any sort of shame or guilt for this. zero, zilch.
feet are quick to move toward him and frame tilts forward, fist making contact with the others nose ― the fracture of bone making a loud crunching sound. blood splattered onto his hand, but he didn’t care, it wasn’t enough! fists grasp ‘round his collar, glare to bore like needles. it was so unlike him! it was so liberating to let his emotions finally go free! the weight of them all are finally lifted off his shoulders : the anchor that grounded atlus dissipating instantly.
❛ this is tha only time i’ll listen t’ you. ❜ seethe. it spurts from his mouth / he lifts eichi higher from his position, threatening to throw him down. ❛ you were the one who dared me t’ do somethin’ after all. ❜ there’s a thump when he finally frees him from his metal grip. shaky breaths fill the air like barbed wire, lungs ensnared in thorns as he forces himself to come down from the adrenaline high which fueled the fire that bubbled up from the pit of his stomach. it’s amazing what you could do when you’re pushed too far.
❛ .. this is nothin’ compared t’ how many other students you and yer “ order ” killed, ya know. ❜
he was right about the fairy tales, admittedly. how he daydreamed so frequently, especially in those days of battle. those dreams of peace, prosperity, order — the sweet nectar of victory surely made him feel alive more than anything. but thinking back on it now, was it the efforts of getting there that made him reel with excitement, or the actual triumph instead?
he could predict the answer, this very skirmish a sign of changing tides. the thrill of chaos ( such as that girl’s transfer, he mused ) and spontaneous gestures were what kept his heart beating, what he got such a rush of adrenaline for. such character development, no? this perfect world he built up, with him as the leader...with no battles, then it’d be a rather boring empire, right?
besides, if he didn’t have a fight now and then, how will his power be known? that forceful punch was definitely one of them, this spat between units.
so that was the extent of his power, to make it seem as if he’d broken through this glass barrier around ‘the little prince’ ( although, such a comparison would not make sense — the original text called for a rose to be protected from the winds she shied away from, but like that prince, even eichi has to return to his planet; with that in mind, perhaps it worked after all? ). the drip, drip of blood made a familiar sound so new, the crimson liquid rolling down his lips, down his chin, splattering onto the crisp uniform that signified that of the emperor’s prowess.
dizzy — he was dizzy, but he placed this upon himself; he was the one that taunted and placed the bait in front of that cat’s face, the singular piece of cheese so tempting onto that mouse trap. ah, what a fresh reaction! such a thrill, wasn’t it? he couldn’t find it in himself to feel overwhelmingly happy — ah, his heart pounded with excitement!
he’d never been punched to this length before — never been punched before, and he has no time to wipe the blood that continued to flow down as the boy swept him off his feet. he found it hard to see things clearly; such whiplash, such an action was ill-advised for his health, and the loss of blood would only add on to its toll. how long until he passes out because of the way that he was? aah, hopefully not without having settled things first. if he fainted now, that would be humiliating.
` fufu... ` the ‘laugh’ is weak, his ragged cough tinged with the taste of blood coming out of his mouth. the measly jab was all he could muster until he was put back on the ground, and he used his uniform sleeve to wipe off the red that had stained the emperor’s clothing — or was he naked at this point, exposed to the world to its cruelties? aah, he’d experienced far too much of those already.
` i don’t doubt that at all... ` he wheezes, coughs some more, staggers under his own weight. health don’t fail him now, not when he has the chance to talk. later, perhaps later, but not now. ` haha, kagehira-kun...you pack quite the punch...don’t you? that was...quite something...quite interesting. `
blood slips down his face again, and he coughs once more. all this blood rushing to his face, trying to mend what he had broken — what a twist of fate, wasn’t it? ah, but it was only just the beginning, and his blue eyes turn to piercing glaciers. ( there goes that formidable titanic, never meant to last, he thinks to himself, staring straight into those eyes of different colors now. )
` you and i...aren’t we the same now, though? ` his eyes flit over to that hand with those red specks of violence, and his grin turns all the more malevolent. ` using what ‘strengths’ we have to attack others...my, my, are you afraid of finishing the job now? it’s no use, you know — we’ve bought bloodied our ‘weapons’, whatever they may be. ah, you may think there are differences in our ‘weaponry’, but the definition of a ‘weapon’ is that of which causes ‘harm’ — now then, haven’t we both inflicted the same thing in different ways? it’s okay to think about it, if you must. to stoop to my level, the one you hate so much...what’ll your ‘oshi-san’ think, i wonder? `
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