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? `
❛ .. tha same!? ❜ brows kinked downwards and lips form into a frown, the gravity that confusion draws sketched all over his face. eyes slowly trailed down the others frame, the vulnerose wounds rot on his face / he reeks of blood! the red ink that cloys and claws into his flesh. : scripting the tragedies he’s caused! where has that oh so untouchable emperor gone? / GOD, that’s right! he’s been knocked off his pedestal, how does it feel to be as pathetically vulnerable as the ones you crushed underneath your grasp?
eyes now feel like dog teeth, sinking into his flesh, devouring, digging graveyards. the tone of mockery caused his eyes to twitch. ❛ I DUNNOW, at least i acknowledge when ‘m wrong. yer the one who feigns ignorance gainst yer actions. yer overwhelming amount o’ pride is almost sickenin’, yakno. jus look at ya ... coughin’ n wheezin’. i bet yer not even gonna ask fer help even if ya were on deaths door. yer desire t’ hide weakness is gunna kill ya. is that really how ya wanna be remembered? ❜
harm? he was really pissing mika off. words are taken matter - of - factly, with a click of the tongue to follow. ❛ yer missin’ the whole entire point, yer ‘ weaponry ’ has killed hundreds o’ students / ruined folks dreams. there’s a huge difference between our ‘ weapons ’ people actually grieved over tha deceased. despite how distasteful m’ actions may be, no ones gunna shed tears over ya. in fact some folks might even enjoy seein’ ya so powerless fer once. yer wounds will SURELY heal, but their heartache won’t. NARU-CHAN ... NAZUNA-NII ... NAKKUN ... OSHI-SAN ... you’ve caused em’ so much pain. i ... ❜ words trail off and his shoulders shook slightly despite his attempts to withhold the unfitting characteristic for the current circumstances.
it was a self-deprecating chuckle that bubbled from the back of his throat. he found it almost FUNNY at how self assured he seemed, how his facade of apathy hid precariousness : a decaying rose deceived as daises, the dulled thorns hidden between the masses. ironic it was, at how his endeavors to get his point across ended up as HIDEOUS : but in this case, HIDEOUS works. this would be the one exception.
unease became his eroding hearts captor and ire as copper-colored rust cloying onto golden bars / GOD, CONFIDENCE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL, SO FITTING : so why can’t he have it? why couldn’t he grasp it in his blood-soaked hands? the deed was done so WHY? the corners of his mouth tugged upwards as he mentally belittled himself. he might’ve thought that his pain brought pleasure to mika, but it was far from the truth. mika couldn’t help but wonder : he had zero regrets, so why did he feel so anxious? it was nauseating to see others like him achieve what he couldn’t when he wanted it more than anything.
it was then that his head snapped at the mention of his mentor. mismatched hues boring into his : igniting, blazing, like waltzing flames ‘neath crimson chimneys. it was revolting! stomach-turning! it was appalling at how the name of his precious oshi-san was spoken in this emperor’s ersatz saccharinity. what did he know about shu? about valkyrie? he has NO clue about what hell he’s put him through ― how he was forced him into this shell of isolation, causing him to cut himself off from opening up to anyone. even tarnishing his name to the point where they thought mika was stupid, foolish hick for sticking besides someone so ‘ heartless. ’
❛ shut yer trap! ya clearly don’t understand him at all. even if oshi-san scolds me, he would never leave me! i can’t blame ya fer thinkin’ otherwise since ya just hurt everyone ya touch. so stop actin’ like yer some sorta GOD just coz everyone listens t’ ya! ya think they respect you!? look up to you!? if yer really as smart as ya think ya are, you’d know that they’re jus scared t’ be the next victim of yer false justice! i don’t understand how ya live like that.. without oshi-san i’d be so empty, havin’ no one that ya can depend on, i .. i cant imagine that. ya can’t possibly be human if ya can bear the weight of all the lives ya took so effortlessly! i .. i .. ❜
the words spew from his mouth / tone laced with poison. knuckles turn white as nails dig into the skin of his palms and teeth grind in frustration. this guy was impossible, he was cruel, downright sadistic. a barely audibly whimper escaped bloodied lips as he forced the seething hatred down to the pit of his stomach. eyes shut tight as abhorrence twisted his features.
he knew, he just knew his outburst was entertaining to eichi. he loathed that he got a kick out of his fear. a suffocating silence stood between them until his visage finally softened, a shaky exhale given as the tension left his body. a hand reaches out to bang on top of others head for a minute before crouching down to stare directing into his face.
❛ i don’t want t’ hate ya. yer mistaken if ya think i enjoy this. i wanna think that theres some good in ya, somethin’ t’ prove me wrong, but i can’t .... i can’t stand by n watch my loved ones in so much pain! after hearin bout the way i realized how fragile human life is, ‘s so easy t’ give up, it’s scary. as cheesy as it sounds i refuse t’ let ya take their smiles away again. even if i have t’ resort t’ violence ... i’ll carry all of tha sins fer the rest of my life! call me a fool, ignorant, whatever yer silver tongue desires. i’ll show ya exactly what valkyrie is made of. ya better look forward t’ it. ❜
he forces a confident smirk to hide the traces of exhaustion etched into his features. mika wanted to look cool after all. he finally stands up, hands stretching behind his head. any left over adrenaline evaporating from his body. stay cool, stay cool, stay cool. ❛ this was actually ‘m first time threatenin’ someone, yakno. ‘m hearts still racin’ from the nerves, i dunno how ya manage t’ do this so often. yer definitely not human, some sorta demon maybe? meetin’ ya has definitely made me believe in this kinda stuff, i’ll have t’ apologize t’ those sakuma siblings later fer doubtin’ em. i’ll also ask nakkun t’ exorcise ya just t’ make sure. ❜ he’s dead serious.
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