a room with no doors

even if all of my memories disappear, if i'm reborn, i'll search for you again. indie panfandom oc nsfw, mun & muse 18+ tracking #konosuriru blog is still under construction.

[yunikuna-tamashi]

Well that was upsetting. “D-Don’t say that—! Y-you’re not…You’re not a freak…” Yuuta didn’t see him as a freak at all. Though others could be cruel and would ridicule him for a deformity. Poor guy…He didn’t deserve that. “I…I’m sorry that h-happened…” He wasn’t sure of what else to say to be honest. He couldn’t relate. He was born with all his body parts and had yet to lose a single one.

"Good luck..!" The albino gave a small smile as he encouraged the older male. He would have offered to help, but he didn’t want to risk becoming a victim. Just the thought scared him to death. "It’s n-nice to meet you. I’m Yuuta. And…if y-you wouldn’t mind." It would make him feel safer if someone accompanied him. Being in here gave him the creeps.

[konosuriru]

This one is a typical victim. Good-hearted kid, soft stutter, wide eyes and a soul that could be so easily stomped by the world... somehow Kenta feels sorry for him, and part of him wants to help him become stronger just so the cruelty of reality won't break him the way it broke Kenta so many years ago. But he remembers his place. Remembers his true motives.

At first he was going to kill him. But instead, he says, "It's nice to meet you, Yuuta-kun."

Now he means it as he smiles and promises he'll protect the kid and keep him safe as long as he'll walk him home. And maybe Yuuta will break sooner than Kenta thinks; for God's sake, the kid's only sixteen. He'll know his address now, though. Despite the higher chances that Yuuta won't even remember Kenta's name or face or pinkyless self, maybe he can gift the kid with kindness.

If Kenta had been given kindness when he was still alive, he might not have had reason to go to Hell to begin with.

"Where do we go, then, young navigator?"

[agentsarahwbartowski-blog]

"Right, I guess, I just needed someone to listen, I don’t really know anyone around here anymore." She shrugged and sighed "I’m, I’m sorry for dropping all of this on you."

[konosuriru]

"Oh--" No, she's crying again, and Kenta rummages through his pockets and comes up empty, and then he puts his milkshake down on the ground and shifts his backpack to his front to go through there.

Taking out a pack of tissues (opened, clearly, and more than halfway used), he offers it to her. "Here. Take this before your make-up goes haywire. It's... it's no problem. Really. And hey, for all your not knowing people?" He leans in, a small smile on his face. "Maybe we can be friends, huh?"

[yunikuna-tamashi]

It seems he was catching on to the other’s lies now. “B-But a few minutes ago you were talking about how you lost your pinkie—Y-You can’t lose what you never have..” His voice was softer, as if he was scared to admit that he knew the older was lying. “R-Really..? I-I wonder why…” He couldn’t help but feel a bit scared now. He hoped he didn’t end up like the other’s. “I-I hope you can find the culprit u-uhm…” He had no idea what this guy’s name was, so his voice trailed off.

[konosuriru]

"I had a dream," Kenta admits, and here he manages a sheepish smile, his head ducking and his eyes closing almost in reverie. "A dream that I was finally... finally a normal kid. You know? Not some nine-fingered freak who was made fun of, who couldn't go to tea parties because he couldn't lift a finger like everyone else. And I know--that's shitty, falling asleep on a patrolling job. But it was... it was great. And it felt awful when I woke up."

He wraps his arms around himself, leaning back against the wall and letting out a sigh. "I hope I can find him, too. If he doesn't find me, first." Kenta offers another smile, and then he bows his head in some easy attempt at politeness.

"And my name is Kenta. You want me to walk you home?"

[kami-no-ito]

hitsuzen

[kami-no-ito]

The quiet isn’t so bad, really. It’s easy to be quiet with him, no desperation for conversation to fill the empty silence.

He does wonder, though, if the man is angry with him. Especialy when Kenta gives him that extremely suspicious expression, and it has him giving the guy a sheepish smile.

The gaze the man gives him has him pausing. The man regards him from head to toe with that piercing gaze, one that seems to bore into his very being, and it has him swallowing before those eyes meet his and his body jolts and somehow his cheeks are turning pink a little.

The man doesn’t have a place to stay, and he’s not sure if Kenta will accept if he offers a place to sleep.

He dips his head and holds up his keys. “You can stay at my place if you’d like…My work isn’t far away and…well. If you needed..things…I could help you out.”

He’s sure there’s a better way to word what he’s offering, but he’s not sure how to do it.

"I have an extra bed."

[konosuriru]

Of course, Kenta isn't surprised by the offer. He looks at the other man and he presses his lips together, and he thinks about living with him. Actually living with him. And though they've just met he finds it somehow awfully easy to see this man making breakfast, standing in an apron, cooking rice and tempura and miso soup.

It's bizarre. Maybe it's because he's nice. Maybe it's because he's half-angel and half-angels can't possibly do anything wrong, like breakfast or roommates or buying nice clothes and nicer towels and going on fucking morning jogs.

Kenta's barely met him and somehow he's torn between wanting to fall on his knees in front of him and beg for forgiveness and wanting to kill him again and again until he finally stays dead so he doesn't have to live with this crippling guilt.

"I let you die and you're asking me to live with you."

Kenta's breath is soft, his eyes shutting tight and his hand suddenly brushing against his left arm socket, and the burn scar there's gotten even worse since last night's excursion. He pulls up his sleeve and he shows it to him, and the uglier the scar, the more times he's lost this limb. He takes the man's hand and he places it onto his bicep and though the touch is warm on his cool skin, there's nothing comforting about it.

"I let you hurt even more just for this stupid arm," he whispers.

"And you're asking me to live with you."

[proyekt-ana-deactivated20140718]

konosuriru

[proyekt-ana-deactivated20140718]

⊰—†—⊱

                    ❝Hey, um…I’m not sure if you know this…But your arm came off.❞

[konosuriru]

"Are you--"

     "God damn it. Not again--... wait a second."

  He stares at her. "That doesn't freak you out?"

[jiimama]

[yunikuna-tamashi]

Seeing the other’s hand made crimson irises widen in shock. “H-How…” He didn’t understand. How could it look that way? It was…impossible…right? Shifting his gaze downward, he continued to speak. “I-I don’t see how. I-Is it really that b-bad?” He had never run into problems using this shortcut, but there was a first time for everything.

[konosuriru]

"I wasn't born with a pinky." Another lie, of course, but anything's easier than saying 'I lose body parts on a sporadic basis'. Kenta's sure that would get him whacked in the head, or something. Though he'll admit the surprised look on the kids face is more than amusing. "Might have been because mama smoked while I was in there."

He nods his head at the stuttered question, his hand retreating back into his pocket again. "Lately there've been a string of disappearances 'round this area..." He doesn't mention that those disappearances all have something to do with him. "I'm here to investigate them."

[yunikuna-tamashi]

Was this guy lying? How could he be okay after losing a finger? “Y-You should g-get that checked out, s-sir—!” The wound could get infected or something! When he was asked a question, Yuuta gave a small shrug. “I-I was heading h-home…I-I went to the store to get something…” He gestured to the bag in his hands. He nearly forgot about his little sister’s birthday so he had to get a gift at the last minute. Thankfully he made it just before the store closed.

[konosuriru]

Get it checked out. If Kenta weren't preoccupied as is trying not to do anything particularly stupid, he would've laughed aloud. He shakes his head, and then he takes his hand out and shows the boy his hand.

Rather than having a wound where his pinky should be, the skin there is smooth, as if he'd never had a pinky to begin with.

"See?" he repeats. "I'm fine. And look, if you're going home, you're not s'posed to pass by here. This is a dangerous place at night, even though it is a shortcut."

[yunikuna-tamashi]

"U-Um…A-Are you alright…?" A soft voice could be heard from the albino who was was nervously fidgeting with his sweater sleeves. Yuuta couldn’t help but be a bit worried. This person said they lost their pinky!

[konosuriru]

He doesn't really expect anyone to respond to him, and Kenta suddenly turns, looking over his shoulder and looking at who was no doubt just a kid. His undamaged hand curls rather protectively over the one that lost the finger, and he manages a small smile.

"I'm fine," he lies. Easy. Smooth. Kenta quick slips the pinky-less hand into his pocket as calm as he possibly can. "... you sure you should be out here this late?"

[momxntomori-archive-blog]

Alec rolls his eyes, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Sure, as if i would believe that, if you truly had taken it of course you would have a good lie formulated for your reasoning."

[konosuriru]

"Think what you want, then."

     "All I care about is dinner. You want some?"

  He's got some money to spare, after all.

[coeurangelique-archive-deactiva]

⊰❁⊱

[coeurangelique-archive-deactiva]

Chloe didn’t know what to do. She never knew Kenta would be like this. That he would so something—so perverted like this. Just—what on earth was he doing. The way he looked at her and the calm one he spoke in juxtapose this whole situation. Just how was she suppose to feel about this? Because from the looks of it, it seems like he was trying to focus on something.

The next thing that came out his mouth mad her cheeks turn pink as she saw his hand go and reach for it. She looked away and bit her lower lips, expecting to feel him grab her breast, but when he stated  that there was a spider on it. Her blue hues widen.

                                                ❝Get it off! Get it off!❞

[konosuriru]

"I'll get it off!"

He means to tell her to stop shouting, but with the fact that he's shouting too pretty much turns the whole point moot. Kenta winces, and he holds her down with one hand on her shoulder to keep her from squirming too much. "Relax, Chloe."

His hand moves over her breast just like he told her it would, and then he very carefully plucks the little critter and carries it off, sitting back on his thighs. He peers up at it, and he's really about to eat it out of habit before he remembers that he's in the presence of another person.

Thank God he hadn't opened his mouth.

Of course, he's still between her legs. And in the split-second he takes to stare at her, Kenta suddenly remembers his place and slips off the bed.

Maybe he can eat the spider if he hides.

He looks over his shoulder, suddenly remembering his manners. "Are you okay?"

[unbabbling]

"Oh, I will.”

"See, I’m tough as nails."

[konosuriru]

     "If you're 'tough as nails', how come you can't spare your jacket for someone who actually needs it?"

[agentsarahwbartowski-blog]

"I’ve got all of those, videos as well, even my husband to remind me, but he gets that I need time to figure it out by myself but, this, I didn’t even think I was the kind of woman who’d get married."

[konosuriru]

"I don't think anyone ever thinks they're the type for marriage 'till, uh, actual marriage."

"... how badly is this hitting you?" His lips quirk into a small smile. "I mean, I know we barely know each other, but... it's not like you'll ever see me again, right?"

[kami-no-ito]

hitsuzen

[kami-no-ito]

He thinks for a moment, that maybe he’s gone too far. Asked too much of a man he’s only met within the last twenty-four hours.

The question he’d asked had been intensely personal, and he’s about to tell Kenta that he doesn’t have to answer when the man finally does.

He gets the feeling that the man doesn’t much care for him, wth the way he grumbles and explains about how much it sucks.

His insides tighten and he looks down at his hands and the way they’re completely smooth. It isn’t fair, really.

Kenta is dead and his limbs keep falling off.

He keeps dying and it hurts every time.

Why are they fated to this? It isn’t fair.

But then again, life isn’t fair. It’s never fair. His mother had told him that enough times before she died.

He falls silent and doesn’t ask further questions, instead just walking beside the man.

He doesn’t know how to apologize for prying.

"…do you have somewhere to stay tonight?"

[konosuriru]

Nagase is much easier to be around if he just shuts up, Kenta realises. And he doesn't make a move to start a conversation, either, his hands shoved in his pants pockets and his bag lightly tapping against his back with every step he takes. Of course, everyone is easier to be around if they're quiet, but Nagase most especially.

Every smile he gives him, every kind word, just reminds Kenta that he'd taken from him without a second thought, even though the man didn't deserve that pain. Didn't deserve to die with two wounds bleeding out instead of one. And how exactly is he supposed to deal with that--the reason he was sent to hell in the first place right before him in the form of some half-angel nice guy?

Kenta doesn't know.

He doesn't know how to respond to the question that Nagase gives him, either.

A nice person like him can only mean that question is going down a very roommate-y route. Kenta looks over at him, and the suspicion is written all over his face, even as he squints and regards Nagase like some kind of old person without any reading glasses.

He actually stops in his tracks. His fingers curl around his backpack strap, and he regards Nagase from head to toe--from his wavy dark hair to his pierced ears to his nice clothes and to his shiny shoes. Jeez, the guy is tan. He always thought angels would be pale with red cheeks and pouty lips. But then again, he's technically not your typical zombie, either.

"I don't," he finally says.

Kenta looks directly into Nagase's eyes when he does, squinting again.

[agentsarahwbartowski-blog]

"I uh, I’ve lost about five years worth of memories, I don’t remember marrying my husband, or us talking about having kids and now I think I might be pregnant. I don’t know what to do."

[konosuriru]

Somehow the first word on Kenta's mouth is you're kidding, but he mentally hits himself before he can say that and instead regards the broken woman before him with the slightest tightening of his hand over his (stolen) milkshake.

"Uh... uh. You don't--don't you have any pictures? Diary entries? Messages on your phone...?"

[kami-no-ito]

hitsuzen

[kami-no-ito]

His lips quirk into an amused smile as the man runs a hand through his own hair, and he watches the expressions cross the man’s face, and he can’t read them clearly.

The man comments and questions and he lifts his chin and shrugs.

"Different types, usually. I’ve died from falling. Drowing. Electrocution-"

He tilts his head and considers. “Sometimes it’s painful. Sometimes I don’t feel anything. Last night was…well. That time was different.”

He smiles and dips his head.

"It must suck to lose limbs…does that happen frequently?"

It’s a point-blank question, really. One that’s a bit bold for himself to ask, but the man had been quite frank to him himself.  

[konosuriru]

Different is certainly one way to look at it, and Kenta lets out a small huff as he looks away. It's not like he expected Nagase to live after, for Christ's sake, and the guy doesn't have to smile like that, either. Of course, there's the off-chance that Nagase had meant 'different' harmlesly. But somehow everything the guy does offends Kenta in the smallest way.

Maybe it's because he keeps dying and coming back to life. It's just not fair.

Then again, thinking about who has it worse between someone who feels excruciating pain more than once a month and someone who has to kill other people to keep living, Kenta's probably just a big whining baby.

"It happens a lot, and it does suck." Kenta's grumbling as he says it, too, his arms folded over his chest. "It doesn't hurt, not really. But it's weird when you're using your nerves as much as you can and nothing is moving because nothing is there any more."

He doesn't say that it only hurts when you're trying to put a limb back on, and for this reason he ducks his head just a little to hide the scar around his neck. Ask about one scar and people usually end up asking about the others, and Kenta isn't really in the mood for explaining why some burn marks around his sockets and joints are darker coloured than others.

Or why he has a scar under his eye.

"I'm used to it," he admits silently.

"But it still pisses me the fuck off when pinkies fall in my soup."

[coeurangelique-archive-deactiva]

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Opinion on;

Character in general: I’ve only interacted with Kenta for a little, but I really like him! I think his character was very well developed and really kind of unique! Not to mention what an adorable cutie he can be sometimes! And Chloe likes him too! She can;t wait to be great friend with him! or maybe even more jkjkjk. 

How they play them: I think the mun plays him very well and amazing. I really enjoy reading their replies and what not! I wish I could say more, but I’ll have to rp more with the mun to see more of their amazing hand writing! 

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Do I:

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