HE MUST BE SOME KIND OF MASOCHIST to ask for protection from the boy holding a gun to his lower back , finger on the trigger and the barrel still warm . that , or akechi has some changes of heart involving the murder of the boy before him —— he hopes so , but hope is often foolish at best , tragic at worst . still , there’s comfort in akechi’s promise , the corners of his lips turning upward in a grateful smile .
❛ it would be . it’s not that i don’t want to take care of it at all , you know , it’s just … there are more important things than me right now . ❜ he says and he can think of a novel’s worth of things that would fill that list —— sae’s palace , his potential murder , his friends , their futures … —— and he wonders if akechi will see fit to disagree with him , offer some honey sweet words that will have his heart a flutter . should he , he wonders how stained that lie will be . ❛ but i feel better knowing you’ll be watching my back . i feel like i couldn’t be safer than with you looking out for me , haha . ❜ he wonders if his are any cleaner .
he shifts into akechi’s touch , revels in it , these soft hands and gentle movements that he has never once felt before ( and likely shall never feel again when november fades away and december snow takes its place ) and he allows himself to pretend he’s content in his masquerade they’ve both been attending for so long . they’re such brilliant actors he finds for a moment he actually believes it . ❛ not that i want you to play babysitter , but … ❜ soft tone , just above a whisper ; there’s no need for volume with akechi’s heartbeat thudding distantly against his back , ❛ nice to know you’ll be there , is all . … nice to know you’re here now , too . you’re really comfy , actually ; how much to replace my bed with you instead ? ❜
jun’s heartbeat is a solid thing he feels against his chest ; how many hours until this noise no longer exists ? how many minutes ? how many seconds ? the thought churns his stomach unpleasantly , twists it , like the drop in a roller coaster , so he tries to dissolve it — akechi buries his face into jun’s shoulder like an ostrich with its head in the sand and lets out a noise that lets jun know he heard him , as noncommittal as it must seem in that moment . he laughs , a bit ; that ersatz performer laugh , all brittle bones .
❛ i’m afraid my services come with a rather hefty price . ❜ he keeps himself against that shoulder ; hot breath spilling back into his face from the fabric . ❛ though i’m sure you can pay it — it seems phantom thievery is a rather lucrative occupation … and i may even allow it ; it isn’t stolen goods , after all . ❜ his hands shift around the bones of jun’s hips , fingers laying neatly there . akechi’s next words are spoken in pillow - soft tone , head lifting then slightly away from the shoulder he’d buried himself into . ❛ i wouldn’t mind babysitting you . ❜
all that he said — even he wasn’t sure if he meant it , or didn’t . underneath the layers of affection and trust and interest lay a harder , colder part of him ; it reminded him of a thick rock of hail . even he could not break through its center to see the inner part of it . his promises were meaningless , but he made them anyway — for what ? the easiest answer was that he wanted to see jun happy , yet he was willing to kill him ; this was a cruel kindness , or a kind cruelty — akechi did not know if it was both , neither , or simply one or the other . ❛ we’re partners , now , yes ? i wouldn’t want to see you hurt . ❜
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