Akihito Narihisago

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[nxrihisago]

Exhaustion || Minato & Narihisago

soulphrxse​:

So he was still unstable. That much should’ve been clear to him, but he had been so intent on going on alone that he hadn’t noticed. His head too, seemed to be pounded. He had overdone it. “…Nngh.” Bringing a hand to his head, he froze in place as he tried to subdue the ache. Of course, it wasn’t so simple. He’d be fine when he was back at the dorms, probably…

“Sorry for the trouble,” he finally replied, slipping his hands into his pockets out of habit before beginning what would likely be a slow walk back to the dorm. He had meant to keep quiet during their short walk, but he couldn’t do so. They were beginning to pipe up once more. They sometimes fed him information, regardless of if he wanted it or not. Many of them moved freely through the world…it was no wonder that they dead often knew about things they didn’t witness themselves in life. Sometimes, they knew based on their experiences in life, but sometimes…? Sometimes, they talked amongst themselves.

 “…Scepter 4 detective, huh,” he mumbled, loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough that it should’ve been obvious that he was just musing on what he heard. Or, was it? He couldn’t actually focus on much at all, and he had no clue how loud or quiet he had actually been. 

Well, it seemed that the student finally conceded, though Narihisago had a feeling it wasn’t because he wanted to so much as it wouldn’t be easy or even possible to argue the point in the state that he was in. It’s not like Narihisago was the type to just walk away, anyway, for better or for worse.

“It’s not an issue,” Narihisago reassured. “Take your time. Don’t push yourself too soon.” The walk started, a steady pace to begin with, and quiet. That suited Narihisago just fine. He wasn’t much for idle conversation anymore unless it was for the other person’s benefit or if he was trying to get information for a case. Still, it caught his attention when the student spoke out of nowhere, and what he had said brought even more concern.

“Who said anything about Scepter 4?” Narihisago asked. Because it certainly wasn’t him. And this young man had been quiet the entire time, save for that comment. So how did he know?

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Sunk || Nyb & Narihisago

bloodstainedshackles​:

He had been seen.

Gulping down his breath as the ensuing panic kick-started his heart into second gear, Nyb almost wasn’t sure what he should do. Normally he could conjure up a façade convincing enough to let him slip by. However, this time he’d made that terrible, irreversible mistake and now had a dead man’s blood smeared on his face. So rare was this to happen that he couldn’t think straight, certainly couldn’t organize his thoughts well enough to clasp onto any of the reasonable excuses that existed out there.

Well, no, the problem was if he was found suspicious enough to be brought in for questioning and they wanted to swab him for DNA.

There existed another problem, too. His agitation at the prospect of being caught stirred the beast within him into wakefulness. Deep inside, it lurked, hungry for blood, longing to burst free from the cage Nyb kept it in. If he couldn’t calm down, he feared it might actually break free, and if that happened…

…

“I don’t think I have a choice.” Mumbling under his breath, Nyb conceded finally to what had to be done and stepped out of hiding. The pink-haired man’s hard gaze unsettled him, and it took his utmost willpower to quell the trembling in his bones and voice that threatened to break loose. Hands in his pockets to create the appearance of nonchalance, Nyb nevertheless met that gaze with his own.

“Okay,” he said, responding to the request, “what did you need?”

He’d done his best to wipe the blood off his face, but of course there wasn’t enough time or the cleaning materials to get the red smudge completely out. Still, as he came out like this, intuition took hold over him, calming his heart, giving him the confidence needed to keep up his cool composure, and most importantly granting him clarity of thought.

The man that had stepped out of hiding and into view seemed... relatively normal in his behavior. He revealed himself without much fuss, he didn’t seem very fidgety, he maintained eye contact... even under such intense scrutiny, the man didn’t falter. Narihisago’s mind started to race with the possibilities of what sort of person he was dealing with. “Hm.” 

Still, even in the low lighting of the night, illuminated only by the moon and odd streetlight, there was the unmistakable smear of something on his face. Narihisago knew there was a non-zero chance that it wasn’t blood, but given the man’s haste to hide himself... Even so, Narihisago didn’t want to give away his suspicions so soon and risk this guy running off.

“I’ve been investigating some violent crimes that’ve been happening. Usually spikes around this time, I think.”

“Would you happen to know anything about that at all? Anyone acting strange in the area?”

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Killer At Large |  Narihisago and Subaru

questionablehero​:

“Well, but as long as there’s someone who can be saved, we gotta do what we can to save them. Nobody deserves to die to a freak with a knife fetish like that. Agh, it kinda pisses me off that I even became his victim in the first place. His entire MO is just fucked up. Knocking out his victims and then kidnapping them and putting them in some stupid maze in the abandoned part of town. Or it’s something like that anyways, since all I really remember was waking up there. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s really sadistic, so I guess he just enjoys fucking people up.”

As they continued plodding along, winding deeper and deeper into the section of town that had long been abandoned and run-down, Subaru spoke his thoughts out freely. To some degree, it was kind of therapeutic to be able to let his thoughts flow like this, and helped him sort out some of his own feelings. And it wasn’t that he didn’t trust Narihisago with the task of rescuing the person he’d seen, but he felt a compulsion to aid in the rescue regardless. Perhaps it was irrational, but he just wanted to verify the person’s well-being with his own eyes. And anyways, his own brief skirmish did give him some familiarity with the area that could aid the man.

It was that sense of familiarity that caused his skin to crawl as they drew upon the dreadfully familiar labyrinthine layout of the alleyways. In many ways, it was definitely a work of creative genius. The primary layout was, of course, composed of the brick walls that made up the neglected buildings. Then, stitching the alleyways together like crude thread, were fences, mostly wire fences and clearly makeshift. Many of these fences on the outer perimeter of what appeared to be the designated maze were topped with an additional layer of barbed wire, making escape for the average person nearly impossible without cutting themselves up on the way. This realization made Subaru’s heart sink, and once more he felt sick.

The only feasible way out - barring the existence of whatever door the killer himself must have used - was a hole crudely cut in the side of one of the fences. And with all the exposed wiring jutting out around that hole, it would not only be lucky for a participant to find this hole in the first place, but to crawl out without getting clothing or bare skin snagged. With this set-up and the surveillance the killer had set up around the area, there was simply no way anyone would be escaping.

“So it’s really just rigged, then. Because of course there’s no way he’d let anyone go. Damn, guess my ability ended up really being his undoing then, huh?” Rattled by the awful truth of this reality, Subaru only felt the resolve he’d forged harden. This man just couldn’t be allowed to get away with this anymore. And more importantly…

“Okay, let’s hurry.”

With no time to waste, he pushed his legs onward as fast as they would go. Onward, to the terrible maze he’d only just escaped.

Narihisago allowed Subaru to talk freely, listening to the indignation and outrage in his voice. Listening to someone vent about their own killer wasn’t something he foresaw himself doing, but if it helped Subaru feel better, far be it from him to interrupt.

And in a way, it helped distract Narihisago himself from the feelings boiling up inside of himself, ready to bubble over. The cocktail of negative emotions swirled about in his mind. Disgust. Horror. Rage, blinding hot. Maybe it was helping take Subaru’s mind off of the terrifying task at hand, as well.

As they walked, Narihisago began to mentally map out the turns they were taking, the markings on the old buildings in relation to their position, the hazards of barbed wire and broken glass around, the positioned cameras. Narihisago’s usual stoic expression gave way to a more obviously perturbed scowl as they continued inward. “Truly awful,” he commented. “A lot of dried blood on the ground. How many has he...?”

That wrath returned. Just as Subaru seemed so driven by his desire to save an innocent, so too was Narihisago driven onward by his feelings.

He followed closely after Subaru, running behind him and trying not to lose him in the urban maze. As they ran, something seemed... off. Finally, Narihisago pinpointed what was causing his senses to be on high alert and he stopped running, reaching out to grab Subaru’s arm to stop him as well. He’d have to apologize for his force later.

“Shh. Listen.” Narihisago didn’t speak further, instead letting something else break the silence. The sound of shoes on concrete, glass crunching underfoot, coming from somewhere nearby within the maze. “We’re not alone.”

[bloodstainedshackles]

Sunk || Nyb & Narihisago

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Silent as the wind, and using naught but the moon’s pale light to guide him, the assassin slipped his blade underneath the latch holding the window locked. Skillfully, he shifted his blade to undo this latch, allowing him to slide the window open and slip into the stuffy, dingy bedroom where his target lay sleeping. Footsteps yielded no sound as he moved over the floor to the bedside, and neither did his clothing as he positioned the blade above the man’s sleeping neck.

The man, who’d stepped into the wrong building at the wrong time earlier that day, couldn’t know that this was coming.

One swift movement of the assassin’s arm, and the sharp edge of that blade flashed in the moonlight. A splash of red followed, and the man’s head rolled and plopped to the floor. There’d been no time for him to loose a scream before his brain’s connection with his body had been severed, but the terrified look in those eyes, and the gaping mouth was plenty to indicate the horror he’d felt at the moment of his demise.

Tears brimmed in the assassin’s eyes at the sight of his handiwork, but there was no time to get remorseful. Lingering at the site would mean getting caught. Getting caught would mean the end of him. And that would be…

…

With a deep exhale, Nyb wiped the bloodied blade onto the blanket adorning the bed. Then, sheathing the weapon, he slid back out of the window and lowered himself onto the pavement below. His technique, mastered through so many years of practice, left him without so much as a bloodstain on himself.

Regardless, he felt the man’s blood coating his hands, combining with the blood of so many past victims to form the shackles binding him to this fate.

“…Fuck…”

Muttering this, quiet enough so as not to stir up any trouble, Nyb continued on, down the street towards his next job. Manacles, that more often felt just as real as the blade he carried or the bracelet tightly bound to his wrist, dragged at his feet. He wanted to stop. No more he wanted to say. No more blood.

But of course life wasn’t that simple.

And unfortunately he’d made a minor miscalculation.

On his begrudging way to the next victim, he ran into a man. Stern-faced and with pink-ish hair. It wasn’t Nyb’s first time seeing him, and he knew vaguely that the man had something to do with Scepter 4. Part of him wanted to give everything up and turn himself in right there, but the self-preserving part of him disputed that and swiftly took to the shadows of the nearby building.

If the man saw him, he would have to talk his way out.

But…

Wind gusted, and Nyb felt a wet trickle on his face. He didn’t remember coming into contact with anything wet.

He swiped at his face with a finger, and then brought it in front of his eyes to examine.

Red.

Red.

The miscalculation he’d made had gotten some of the man’s blood on his own face, and he hadn’t noticed until now. Too distracted by the weight of his sins to notice such a small detail.

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Once more, Narihisago was trudging through the streets of Shizume’s less high profile areas long after the sun had set. Solid sleep often eluded him and any time he woke up, heart pounding and tears streaming down his face, he knew returning to slumber wasn’t on the table for a while still. He was no stranger to ruminating in his past failures, the one that tore down his life, the one that haunted him.

But even he grew tired of that. His headspace wasn’t very fun to be in, and he would take most distractions to get out of it. He took to this particular part of town tonight hoping to follow a lead that he had been given by his “superiors” earlier that week, hoping it would keep his mind off of his recurring nightmare.

And distract it did, as he saw an incredibly suspicious person on his nighttime excursion. It was more apt to say he just saw a person with something on their face, as the moonlight didn’t do much favors by way of helping Narihisago identify what it was, but as he got closer, the man’s detour seemed... a bit too sudden. A little too coincidental for it to sit right with Narihisago. There was no harm in investigating, just a little bit.

“Excuse me,” Narihisago called out, hoping the knowledge that he had been seen would prompt the man would reveal himself again. “Could I ask you something?” If it really was nothing, Narihisago could play it off, but if it was, then his night just took an unforeseen turn.

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questionablehero​:

Hesitation clinging to him with its irrevocable hold, Subaru nevertheless pushed his feet forward as he clamped his jaw down in raw determination. The feeling of the killer’s knife slicing into his skin was not something that would soon easily leave his memory, and indeed the fear of that one encounter he’d had still sat with him, a cold dread in the pit of his stomach. But rising above that, boisterous and hot enough to make him forget the pain and terror of dying, was a fury. And it was this fury that spurred him forward, following at the side of the man who seemed to have his own stakes in this investigation.

“What do you mean by ‘one of those types’? I just… I don’t know anything about a type, but just if there’s someone there… and if I have a chance to save them… Don’t I owe that to them?” His thoughts tumbled out disjointed, but the core idea that he owed that person who might be there resonated strong with him. Because he was reasonably the only person who knew they were in there, making him the only one capable of pulling them out. Now he just had to hope that he wasn’t too late in recalling that detail. The biggest drawback to his power, it seemed, striking the power’s existence altogether of course, was the delayed effect it had on his memories. Part of it might have been that everything at the moment of dying was foggy in its own way anyways. On the edge of death, time and reality were kind of distorted.

“Okay, and with your police training, I don’t suppose you also have a weapon, do you?” Subaru himself was completely unarmed, and their opponent was skilled with a knife. To combat that, he had to hope that Narihisago had been equipped with something for self-defense. “Also, the way he was talking, it really seemed like he was operating alone. But… Well, I don’t plan to let my guard down regardless. Even if he’s alone, he’s a fucking crazy bastard who likes to kill people. Can’t underestimate someone like that. And… he’s got surveillance over the area.”

Subaru really had a strong sense of morals about him. Regardless of the unfortunate circumstance of their meeting, Narihisago could tell that much, but so could anyone else. “Hm... whether you particularly owe it to anyone, I can’t say, but you’re risking your life to save a stranger, even after already losing your life. At the very least, you’re tenacious. We’ll just have to see if it pays off.” Narihisago couldn’t fault Subaru at all, since in a similar situation, Narihisago couldn’t say that he wouldn’t do the same if he had the ability to.

“No. I’m unarmed, although I know how to disarm someone with a blade, should it come to that. Assuming he is operating alone, he may have home field advantage, but we have numbers. Unless his modus operandi involves handling multiple people at once, that’s a benefit to our side.”

“That’s not to say I’ll let my guard down, either. Most people who kill don’t have anything left to lose, and they’ll fight the same way.” It was unfortunate that Narihisago knew this firsthand, but knowing a killer’s perspective could aid them.

“Be sure to let me know if any of this starts to look familiar to you,” Narihisago reminded as he continued to tread into the darkness of the alleyways.

[dairokutenheir]

“ACHOO! Ah, man, it’s really getting colder out, huh.” It was a good thing she’d joined Homra, with their fire based abilities. Hopefully that meant the upcoming cold weather would be a little less chilly for her. “Hmm…is it too early to start gift shopping?”

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“Be careful not to get sick out here.” The encroaching chill hadn’t escaped Narihisago’s notice, so he decided it was probably time to get a new jacket. “Definitely not too soon to start gift shopping. Never know what you might find before it gets snapped up by the crowd.”

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shyalstroemeria​:

“T-tenka…Osaki…um, nice to meet you.” She had to properly introduce herself and then…what was he apologizing for? It was her who had made a mess of things! He was the one who had rescued her! The only thing she had done was not make the situation worse which was…something new for her. She realized that apologizing again would likely lock them in some kind of unbreakable cycle. It was probably best to move on.

She had to wonder if he was some kind of detective or something with the way he spoke. It reminded her of the Scepter 4 clansmen who occasionally stopped by to check up on her, and yet there was a certain roughness to his voice that the bright-eyed recruits didn’t have. Of course, he was older than most of the clansmen who were sent to check on her, so that made sense. 

“No…but this morning when Tenka woke up…she was on the ceiling…”

Narihisago wondered if this girl, Tenka, was the type to apologize for everything. At the very least, she seemed a little awkward, but he was glad that she was willing to cooperate with his line of questioning. Their meeting wasn’t exactly the best as far as first meetings go, but the two of them at least got a hold of their senses again, in no small part due to Tenka.

“This morning...” Narihisago placed a hand beneath his chin in his usual thinking pose. “That was about when this started happening to me as well...” So there was definitely a common link between the two, but what was that link? There were so many things that it could have been. Was there anything outside of his routine that transpired? Well, he was accosted by that weird crepe salesperson, but... that just seemed absurd.

Then again, weirder things had happened in Shizume. It was a very odd city in general.

“Was there anything that happened to you yesterday? Any change in your routine or anything exceptionally strange or out of the ordinary for your typical day?”

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Where Are Your Parents? || Megumin, Sukuna, & Narihisago

scheminggreen​:

crimsonexplosion​:

Powerless to fight back or even crawl out of the way, Megumin’s face contorted in discomfort and displeasure as the blunt end of his weapon pushed into her cheek, displacing the skin there and pushing her head with it. “I-it’s not lame!” she shot back, though her voice took on a shaky, reverberation effect as her head shook. “I have poured all of my power and energy into this one attack to bring it to perfection… Nothing can beat Explosion at its peak!” Truly, her heart never wavered on this point. Even if she was made utterly useless for a time afterwards, nothing could ever come close to the sheer excitement her heart sang at that moment every time her explosion burst forth.

Then, red hot indignation flaring up in her chest at the older man’s patronizing words, she turned her fiery gaze onto him. “D-don’t say that like I’m just some kid! Didn’t you hear me earlier? I’m Megumin! Prodigy and heir apparent to the Crimson Demon clan! Nobody can match my might in the explosive arts. That I would harm myself with some juvenile mistake is preposterous!” Her breath huffed out after finishing her tirade, and, though the muscles in her arm were still exhausted and couldn’t exude much strength, she brought her hand up to try and slap the boy’s weapon away from her face anyways.

Even if she continued to argue that it wasn’t lame, Sukuna couldn’t help but see it as incredibly pathetic. She had poured all of her skill points into one skill that completely drained her! If she had gotten into a fight with anyone, provided they could avoid her one ‘explosion’, she’d be so easily defeated. She could barely even push the blunt end of his scythe away! So pathetic! It was such an inefficient and boring skill build too…honestly, she wasn’t worth any of his time, or anyone’s time for that matter. The young boy nonchalantly gave the older geezer a response, directing his focus to the man while continuing to poke…Megumin. Really, what the hell kind of name was Megumin? It was obviously a stupid nickname, the girl was probably named Megumi or something but…who wanted such a stupid, childish name anyway? Megumin? What a joke.

“I only came because I saw the explosion. Though in the end it wasn’t worth my time at all…so stupid..” He completely ignored the order to stop poking her, even to go as far as to lightly smack her face with the blunt end of (currently unformed) his scythe as she tried to weakly hit his weapon away. Despite the harsh attack, Sukuna stopped immediately after that, having grown bored. She was spewing nonsense again, and the old guy obviously had no clue who was talking to either. They both were hopeless.

“Tch! Both of you are so annoying…if there had been another explosion, I would have just avoided it. I’m not a complete idiot like this one here,” he complained, motioning towards the ‘crimson demon’ who still was unable to lift herself from the ground.

Yet again, Narihisago’s opinion that these two were kids whose egos were way too big was proven again as the two bickered amongst themselves. Narihisago sighed, crossing his arms.

“Right... but you still could’ve hurt someone else, even if you didn’t hurt themselves. Do you have anyone that you have to answer to for that?” Maybe she didn’t have parents, but she might’ve had someone who took responsibility for her anyway, given her touting about some “clan.” Narihisago hoped this clan wasn’t anything weird, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that was.

“Do you know how quickly something like an explosion can happen?” he asked, addressing the boy. “You’re assuming too much. Let’s just talk hypotheticals for a moment. If you had gotten hurt, then who would’ve been around to help you?” He looked down at the one who introduced herself as Megumin. “Clearly her ability takes all of her energy, so she wouldn’t have been able to. Had I not been passing through, I wouldn’t have either.”

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seeingeyedetective​:

Nodding his head along as he listened to Narihisago’s brief explanation of his job, Date’s attention was piqued by a shift in the man’s tone when he mentioned the serial killer. Placing the menu down on the table, he brought his gaze up to watch him more carefully.

“…Honestly, they didn’t tell me very much about you.” Just that he had a dangerous history. And, as talk of the recent case indeed seemed to boil rage within the man’s hitherto fairly calm composition, he could certainly understand the warnings that had been issued to him. “I’m aware that you have… some kind of history, but that’s about it. A serial killer sounds pretty serious, though. Did you call for back-up? More importantly, did you get him?” Though perhaps the important question was how he “stumbled” upon a serial killer in the first place.

Had he found some of the killer’s victims? Still, it was weird… Finding serial killers usually required investigative work and intensive profiling to even nail down. Happening upon one… was more than a little strange.

The vague nature of the response he had received to his question told Narihisago that they hadn’t completely filled Date in on what all led to his... unique circumstances in regards to being under Scepter 4′s watchful eye, like a sketch of a picture with none of the color. Perhaps Narihisago would fill that picture in, but not any time soon. It wasn’t the appropriate time to do so, especially since he had already changed topics.

“I called the police when I discovered the victim, but...” That one was a very strange case to explain. How does one explain that the victim was a strain that essentially had a resurrection ability? “The killer was sloppy. Didn’t quite make sure the job was finished.”

“Sick bastard...” He sighed, releasing the tension in his body. “I caught him, in a way. Couldn’t have done it myself. The victim was astoundingly brave for doing what he did and helping me.” The fact that he had nearly killed the the perpetrator before he was stopped wasn’t imperative. Technically he had answered the question given to him.

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Shining Gold | Narihisago and Taiyou

sunkinged​:

“I think you definitely can.” Taiyou’s smile was friendly, determined, and most of all radiated like the sun, for which he was named for. His grip tightened as he clasped the pink haired man’s, exerting only enough strength to make it a firm grasp and not something that could hurt. He knew most King’s were extremely strong physically and he wasn’t sure just how much given that he’d met none and had so far not needed to use force when dealing with anyone, but it was always on the forefront of his mind. So far, he had no problems keeping most of his abilities in check. 

The teen grinned in response. “No doubt about it!” He chuckled as he released the others hand. “Sure thing. If I need an awesome detective around I’ll give you a ring.” He tapped his head, showing that as he’d already mentioned being a walking cellphone, calling him was only a simple matter of willing it. “It’d be really cool to see you in action.”

Taiyou lowered his hand from his head and then waved it, the starlit night as well as the planets that had circled them dissipated and was replaced by the lush greenery of the park as well as the sun rays which now mercilessly blinded his blue eyes, eyes that had adjusted to the dark scene that he’d enveloped them in previously. “Take care, Narihisago-san.” Unless there was more the older man needed Taiyou didn’t see a point to lingering in his celestial world any longer. Just as he counted on, not a single person in the park had so much as batted an eyelash at the two male’s. 

Taiyou’s soccer ball had returned to normal and he kicked it, a light tap that would knock it a few feet away and Taiyou chased after it, turning slightly to raise a hand in parting towards the pink haired man. “Bye, Detective-san!” With his final farewell out of the way, Taiyou resumed kicking the ball around the park, laughing happily when a few kids taking interest decided to join in.

Such a bright and honest smile... Narihisago wondered if Muku would’ve been friends with Taiyou. Her determined personality and compassion for others seemed to at least partially align with the young king’s. Although he had just met him, he was truly glad Taiyou was such a radiant youth. He hoped nothing would dim that light, since he knew all too well how quickly life can turn upside down and snuff out all of the flame in someone.

“Given my previous profession of a homicide detective, let’s hope we won’t need to see that specific skill set in action.”

As the galactic void vanished, the sun burst through and Narihisago squinted as his eyes began to adjust to the light again. As he opened them completely again, Narihisago noticed that Taiyou had returned to his play, and he nodded as Taiyou bid him farewell.

“Thank you for speaking to me, Taiyou-kun. Enjoy your evening.” With that, he returned the wave and then set about making his way back to his apartment, having set his own mind at ease about the gold king. He would do just fine.

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Exhaustion || Minato & Narihisago

soulphrxse​:

He couldn’t say he cared for getting lectured, but he supposed he was lucky to have been seen by someone passing by. Who knew how long he could’ve been laying around helplessly? “I won’t,” he promised in response, nodding his head weakly knowing he’d have to pay more attention to his own condition the next time he was caught up in such heat. It was strange (or maybe not at all strange to him) how he had such little concern for his own condition, and yet he was so careful with the health and safety of the dog who had survived on his own in the past.

“I do live in the dorms…but I can make it on my own, in a minute…” As if trying to prove his point, Minato finally pushed himself to his feet and…stood fine, although his head still felt out of sorts. 

He took a couple of steps to further demonstrate his point, barely noticing how unsteady he still seemed. “…See?”

Narihisago watched as the student tried to stand, and he raised his eyebrows a little in surprise when he had successfully rose to his feet. That surprise vanished as soon as the young man tried to walk, legs clearly straining to support his weight and his gait wasn’t incredibly straight, either...

“I see that you haven’t proved your point at all,” Narihisago answered, crossing his arms. “They’re just a block or so away, right?” He would’ve hated if this young man ended up being robbed or something just a few blocks from his dorm just because he was too stubborn to accept help. Of course, Narihisago himself was too stubborn to just walk away.

“I’ll just walk with you until the dorms are in sight.” Narihisago took a few steps to collect the groceries he had abandoned in his haste to check on the formerly collapsed young man and walked back to where the young man was. Narihisago knew where the dorms were, but he didn’t want to go too fast so soon. “Lead the way.”

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questionablehero​:

“Thanks,” Subaru mumbled in response as he accepted the bottle offered to him. Hands shaking from deep-rooted fatigue beset upon him by the day’s traumatic turn of events, he nevertheless uncapped the lid and brought the bottle to his lips to gulp down as many mouthfuls of the refreshing water as he could. Then, with a sigh, he leaned his back against the store’s wall and turned a stupefied expression onto Narihisago.

“Whoa, whoa, are you serious?” The words spilled from his mouth before he could even fully sort out what all was entailed in that request. “You want me to go back there?! Right up to the guy who carved me up like a Christmas ham? Why wouldn’t he just do it again?” His blood ran cold at the mere thought of wandering back into that death-trap and goading the ruthless killer who had stabbed him into slipping out into the open. Quite frankly, the horror that place had etched into his heart was so deeply engraved that he felt sick even just thinking about returning. No no no, if possible, he’d like to avoid that area as much as possible. “If you’ve gotta go back there and nab him, I get it, it’s your job, but it’s not mine.”

However, as Subaru turned his body away and squinted his eyes shut to close himself off from the world, flashes of that traumatic event prior to his death resurfaced, relentlessly assaulting him with the painful memories of being ruthlessly hunted and slaughtered. The cold steel of the knife as it plunged into his flesh, tearing his body’s fibers apart, was still clearly embedded into his being. But beyond that, and beyond the half-hidden but chilling face of the killer, there was also clearly… something else. Something important.

His eyes snapped open once again as he recalled.

Not only had the killer alluded to it, but Subaru had clearly seen old, dried blood streaks in that alley. And, though he had been too focused on his own life to clearly focus on it, hadn’t he seen something like a face, and maybe a trace of movement, further down the alleyway…

Of course, Subaru couldn’t exactly be sure of it, since he’d only seen a hazy glimpse out of his peripheral vision, but…

If there was a chance that someone else was in that maze, in the cruel situation he’d been forced into, and a chance they could still be saved…

He didn’t think he could forgive himself if he turned his back on someone like that. Someone facing that same desperate situation he’d been in, even now frantically scurrying about the maze in terror to escape that monster. Helpless, alone, afraid…

“Wait, wait, I just remembered something. I think.” Saying this, he turned back around to face the detective once more, urgency slipping into his voice as he stepped closer. “I know my memory’s not exactly reliable right now, but… there was someone else in there. Still alive. I know what I just said, but we have to go save that person. If they’re really still in there, then they’re in danger.”

Narihisago couldn’t say that he didn’t anticipate such a vehement rejection of his idea. Honestly, he couldn’t blame the kid. After all, he had quite literally died. Although it was only a secondhand experience, feeling even just a sliver of what it was like to die through peering into Subaru’s memories sent Narihisago’s head spinning and stomach churning and even still, he had a pit in his stomach through the rage he felt knowing a serial killer was in the area. Possibly two, if the figure in the memories he’d seen had killed before or after attacking Subaru.

“Of course. I understand entirely, Subaru-kun. Be safe on your way home, alright?” As Narihisago turned to return to where he had found Subaru’s dying body, he stopped as he heard Subaru say to wait. He looked at Subaru and raised an eyebrow as he heard out Subaru’s explanation.

“So you’re one of those types, huh? Can’t just leave someone in danger.” Narihisago could definitely relate to that sentiment, even though he’d been worn down and jaded through the years. “I respect that. Let’s go, then.” Narihisago continued his stride as Subaru caught up with him.

He placed his hand under his chin as they walked. “So he had a knife... we know to look out for that. I’ll do what I can to keep you safe. I do have police training. so that should help at least a bit should we find ourselves in trouble. But we don’t know if this bastard is operating alone. If there’s more than one of them, then they wouldn’t fear the fact that you aren’t alone... but judging from the state I found you in, the killer was clearly enjoying themselves, and I doubt they would want to share that experience with anyone else, so we’re likely dealing with one very sadistic son of a bitch, but just one.”

[nxrihisago]

Bothersome, Coffee

Bothersome: What are some of your muse’s pet peeves? 

Narihisago generally doesn’t get bothered by others or their habits. He does, however, hate needing to repeat himself several times because someone wasn’t listening, although his proneness to being annoyed by this depends on what he was saying. If it wasn’t incredibly important, he’s less bothered by it.

Coffee: How easily do they get addicted to things? 

Not incredibly, actually. Coincidentally, one of his lowkey addictions before serving time was coffee. Being in jail sort of snuffed that out, but he’s slowly getting back into drinking it regularly.

[nxrihisago]

Hope

Hope: How do they go about trying to break any vices or addictions? Are they often successful or not?

Narihisago doesn’t have any addictions so much as he has a compulsion, and it’s a rather nasty one. After all, murder is murder, and he hates himself for becoming the very thing he despises: a serial killer. He views himself as a monster for it.

Regardless of his distaste for his own actions, he can’t stop. The only upside is that he specifically targets serial killers, and since he’s no longer in prison, he doesn’t encounter them as often, so he doesn’t give in to those urges nearly as much anymore. The only way to stop him is to make him incapable of acting on that compulsion of his, either by restraining him or removing him entirely from the situation until his rage passes, which might take a while.

[nxrihisago]

Dead Weight

Dead Weight: Do they find difficulty in reaching out and being sociable with others? If so, in what ways?

Narihisago has a bit of difficulty being sociable, but it’s not for lack of trying. He can engage in small talk, but years being in prison around people he didn’t want to talk to (and being thrown into solitary for fights here and there) dulled his ability to hold a conversation well.

Deeper topics involving his own personal life are ones he’d rather avoid at all costs. The way he sees it, he stews in his grief enough without dragging others into it.

[starlitmemes]

A series of questions based around Jack Stauber’s songs! If sent to a multi-muse blog be sure to specify what muse the questions are aimed at.

as requested by anon 

Doctor: How easily does your muse get sick? Do they have any medical illnesses or other such problems?

Buttercup: How would they describe what love is?

Coffee: How easily do they get addicted to things?

Hope: How do they go about trying to break any vices or addictions? Are they often successful or not?

Two Time: How likely are they to cheat on a significant other? Why?

Dead Weight: Do they find difficulty in reaching out and being sociable with others? If so, in what ways?

Inchman: Have they dealt with any kind of abuse in their life? In what ways has the abuse changed or strengthened them?

Bothersome: What are some of your muse’s pet peeves?

Deploy: What is their view on the world in general (i.e. is it positive, negative, etc.)?

Cupid: How does your muse deal with rejection?

Databend: Do they manipulate others in any way?

Today Today: Do they get caught up in the past or on future ambitions more so than the present?

Lynn: How likely are they to believe everything they’re told? Do they prefer to look into things themselves before forming opinions?

Bread: Do they measure a person’s success by the things that they own and can afford?

Paper Towels: How likely are they to help stop a situation or a mess before it gets out of hand? How much more likely are they to do so when they’re personally involved?

Baby Teeth: How do they feel about children?

$4.99: Do they believe that money can solve most problems, in any sort of way?

Mr. Backwards: How much stock do they put into other people’s opinions?

[nxrihisago]

shyalstroemeria​:

To her relief, the petal stormed seemed to be slowing to a stop. At the very least, the petals seemed to be harmless. That was good…he had gotten ahold of his emotions, it seemed. That was faster than Tenka could usually do so, so she couldn’t help but wonder if this stranger had gotten a better grasp on her ability than she had. Was she really that pathetic that he understood it better than she did…?

“Ah…!” He already had control like that over the vines? Tenka could barely focus enough to keep herself grounded, and yet this stranger…she really was no good. “…T-Thank you…” Tenka felt herself be tugged back to the ground, the vine practically locked around her to keep her in place. “Sorry…to trouble you…”

The apology was a little confusing to Narihisago. Any way you looked at it, Narihisago was the one that should be apologizing. In his attempt to help, he had ended up hurting the both of them. “It seemed as though you were more troubled by the situation that I was. After all, I’m the one whose feet are solid on the ground with no help,” he pointed out.

“I’m Akihito Narihisago. Sorry for hurting you. With your own ability, no less.” Narihisago frowned, thinking about that a bit more. Why did he take her ability, anyway? She wasn’t the first, but.. “I’m going to assume that you don’t normally float away on your own.”

“When did that start for you?” Maybe her trouble staying grounded had some sort of common link with his soaking up strain abilities like a sponge.