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you can plunder this booty any time you want captain ;*
“i see i’ve been promoted. sorry to hear about katsu.”
(walk it off, walkitoff, shit. his face is burning and his shirt’s sticking to his skin. he regrets everything already.)
henoots:
when ur bf returns home from the war !!
pirate wars. can he plunder that yonder booty?
henoots:
for a while he didn’t want to face him. face the consequences. face the facts. he could barely face his mother and her picturesque form when she arrived on her own terms— with a new husband. he managed to plaster a smile upon his face whilst his heart grew black and soon turned to rot. the former blackness turned into pain. ko choked on his own tongue, his fingernails ripping into his chest. he could remember it. oh, he could paint that picture ever so clearly of that day.
his tongue became dry— too dry that even when he tried so badly to wet it– it only became drier. “ i hope that you never thought about leaving without saying a word. especially to me. do you have any idea– ” with a shaky breath, he paused. black hair made a curtain around ko’s soft features as tears swelled into the corners of his eyes. there was no time to search for a tissue or one of the sort, and resorted to using the pads of his fingers to wipe them away. a flustered face that was stained with the tears of the woe, turned to overlook the posture of his beloved. “ —- i’m— i’m sorry. ”
briskly, ko shot up from his seat— barely able to stay on his own two feet as he yearned for the warmth of his partner. the seat unfortunately found itself knocked over onto the wooden floor. “ please just hold me for right now, hiro-chan. don’t let go. ”
“you don’t get it.”
( of course not. he’s not sure if he understands, either, outside of the OVERWHELMING need to get away and be a part of something NEW -- something he can keep to himself. some SECRETS are LIBERATING. for months now, each unquiet afterthought was followed by the reassuring knowledge that he can simply walk away. the pacific ocean extends approximately fifteen thousand kilometers; it must be wide enough to drown whatever vestige of wakahisa hiro that tries to follow him to america. he can get rid of his phone, blame it on scrounging to pay tuition. he can deactivate his facebook in the name of studying.
nothing has to MATTER.
hiro remembers nights spent curled so tight his knees bruised against his chin, wishing even harder to be someone else. here and now, he can sidestep the afterthoughts. but junichi has never been an afterthought. if anything, it’s hiro who is the dark matter after each sentence -- UNACCOUNTABLE and shoulders knotted with years of REGRETS, and ko is terrifyingly decipherable. every line of him is always the motion of describing his thoughts. right now, they are set on --
it’s an easy thing to trust someone like this. easier still, to share cookies and books and midnights with him. hiro should have known better. he was LONELY. he was the kind of lonely that’s GREEDY. his loneliness wanted the fast way out, and finding out who he was with ko tempted him more than finding out who he was by himself. nothing has changed since. hiro’s pulse pounds against his ribs. for a moment, black dots pepper junichi’s face. it seems he’s been incapable of being fair, but now is a good time to start.
he swallows, backs away. i’ve been relying on you too much, he wants to say, i haven’t told you nearly enough about me. you just let me be, so i let me be. i wish you pushed a little. i wish you didn’t. it’s not good for either of them. he thinks. instead, he says, )
“i think i love you.”
and RUNS.
( of course it matters, of course, of course. )
pinchnoot:
‘ i don’t want dirt, i want to eat hotpot!! ’
says shoichi through multiple hasty breaths. food was his only motivation to keep on going, honestly. he felt so out of breath but didn’t want to lose to hiro. since he’s never gone passed his limit shoichi had no clue how much longer he could last. he started to catch up to him, much to his surprise and a satisfied grin comes to his visage. (it wasn’t easy keeping up with someone with such long legs.)
‘ haha! now eat my dir– . ’ welp, the pebble got him.
( leave it to this kid to have him feeling responsible. it’s a grownup sensation that hiro can do perfectly fine without. but he feels the stumble more than he hears it, and clearly his conscience won’t let him rest unless he does something now -- and alright, the first year isn’t half as bad as hiro makes him out to be. hiro stops mid-stride and jogs back. )
“... are you okay?”
slidingnoot:
‘ Stay still ’ is an order given mentally, kakugan having activated long before he could rationally speak the order to his poor victim, teeth sinking into the flesh of their shoulder. He tears it off, the poor woman too shocked to scream, yet she still got the drop on him.
She uses her purse as a sort of weapon, using it to bat at his face, successfully hitting him and running back out onto the open streets. ‘ Don’t chase ’, the rational part of him, his lingering humanity, begs. It begs and begs, always does, yet it constantly enters a fight it never can win. ‘ Please. Don’t chase ’.
Feet carry him after her, carelessly—
Instinctually.
It’s either pure luck that no one is around the park at this time, or it’s the fact that it’s raining that’s keeping everyone away. It’s a light drizzle, something enough to keep people inside, save for those desperate enough to get last minute errands done. He managed to grab this poor girl right as she stepped out of a book store.
The unfair speed ghouls have makes catching up to her easy, and he tackles her to the ground as though he were some kind of animal. He can’t tell if she won’t scream because he knocked the wind out of her or if she’s just too shocked from his teeth sinking into her arm once again, ripping off more flesh as he feeds.
Footsteps are what halt his plans for feeding, grip on the female loosening, allowing her to drag herself away from his crouched body, red and black orbs meeting with another figure, hood having fallen down from the chase, leaving his identity exposed—
Now, the humane part of him kicks in again, leaving him frozen, an exposed killer.
( soon enough they all get in the habit of running. from home to the workplace, from the office to dinner; nothing is safe, not anymore. but, hiro thinks, it’s because he knows better now than to fall for any farce of security. so he runs: from headquarters to his rundown apartment; from street to street, his chest heaving and his pulse pressed against his skin. he thinks he may come apart, sometimes. he learns to keep a white-knuckled grip on his silver suitcase. as he walks, he goes through the mental motions.
open the lock; retrieve the weapon; follow your instincts.
hiro scoffs. his instincts take him down the city’s twisting alleys and narrow roads. not for the first time, hiro wonders if he’s looking for a fight. certainly, his hair is standing on end and his breathing is shallow. the world of these STRANGE streets come in hyper-detail. in this corner, there is a couple steering themselves home. the smell of smoke and alcohol lingers after they are gone. they must be HUMAN, then, like the man leaning against the bank. maybe he should doubt his ability to tell, but hiro thinks he’s become removed enough from either species to be indiscriminate. still, or due to his certainty, he shivers as he rounds the corner.
he’s not sure when he began to know. at times (now), his hand leaps to his quinque at the slightest noise. sweat beads his forehead. it’s dangerous to be so quick. even now, with ghoul activity spreading outward from tokyo, there are still stragglers enjoying the night-life. drinking their worries away. his stomach knots with a thousand irrational apologies, like he’s RESPONSIBLE for the way the world turns away from unpleasantry.
good thing hiro can’t afford such qualms. with his quinque in hand, he draws closer, his steps echoing against the pavement. numbness spreads down his spine -- no thinking, no feeling. all he knows is that his weapon is in his hands, and that he’s charging, swinging the koukaku down on -- )
blows a kiss :*
rubs his eyes hard, takes his glasses off, spends the rest of the day with the image of kouta’s ass wiggling obscenely at him. it’s... traumatizing, but not unpleasant.
mating call for the clitoris
I regret me, too.
The last thing I said to you. (via vonramos)
@420nootit
“-- you.”
( there’s really nothing to say to that, is there? either patsy thinks that his fear is absurd enough to laugh off, or he’s just not concerned for his own life. given his long absences and short warnings, hiro is inclined to think it’s the latter. and that’s fine. at least, it should be. it’s not his place to tell anyone anything (because the last time worked out so well) but he wants to scream, sometimes. he can’t claim that he understands any of patsy’s reasons for choosing this life, or if he chose it at all. for that, hiro doesn’t finish his sentence, or laugh, like he’s sure he’s supposed to.
if there’s nothing else... then maybe... )
“at least promise me you’ll let me know if it happens this time.”
( maybe it’s terrible that it hurts more that he doesn’t know why so much as he knows how it’s even a possibility. )
nootisms:
what makes you think that ?
the traumatized look on your face is enough.
[4/25/16, 5:17:22 PM] punk: i ship hiro / happiness... [4/25/16, 5:17:57 PM] yikes: hiro x happiness is such a good ship [4/25/16, 5:18:17 PM] yikes: probably not gonna happen but such a good ship anyway smacked [4/25/16, 5:18:34 PM] booker dw: hiro / happiness is a rareship
[ to: hiro, 02:02 ] I am now. Is there something wrong?
[ to: ko, 2:03 ]
i feel like my apartment is haunted.
“Be free my pretties!” Releases the penguins.
( honest to god, he shrieks. he can’t help it. )
What do you mean you didn't know Hisakawa-san was planning to leave? I thought everyone knew?
“it’s not like i can know everything.”
( -- because he doesn’t want to apologize. this already leaves a sour aftertaste for him to admit he’s sorry. there are too many things to regret by now, at any rate. )
