#akuroi.

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yuta’s sense of trust in sayuri was at an equilibrium. there was no time for exchanging pleasantries or glares for where the other sat in terms of morality, but the situation was dire. if sayuri didn’t feel the need to attack him, why would he swing his katana her way? they would have to be temporary allies, despite the complicated history that sayuri had with suguru geto (not like yuta knew the specifics — after all, he had only come back from africa recently).

❝ i’ll be fine! ❞ sayuri’s smile is replicated on yuta’s face, but the corners of his lips reach further up than her own.

he finally unsheathes his katana.

❝ stay safe. ❞ well, he supposes that’s an issue with the cursed spirits that are drawn to the pair, but he’s sure that she’ll be alright.

❝ don’t hesitate to call out if you need help. ❞ they’re not words of encouragement, but words of finality. yuta knows what it’s like to feel trapped, cornered and filled to the brim with claustrophobia. he doesn’t want anyone else to experience that.

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the special grade sorcerer, cursed child, only briefly notices the way that @akuroi’s lips turned up from his comment. it’s a wonder that such statements can create such an impact on a temporary ally, yet the world is not simply black or white, nor does it harness the extraordinary ability to direct individuals towards the correct path. yet, yuta momentarily suspends the belief that his path is the right one, assumes that perhaps sayuri’s is. in that case, his selfless behaviour would not be treated with grace. so, because of that bold assumption, he creates another: sayuri is straying from her original journey of mind, even if just a little.

❝ at this moment, your burdens are my own. ❞ he comments. yuta cannot convince the other to call for help if she needs it, but he simply cannot stand by and watch other people struggle. it reminds him of his time before jujutsu tech, and he can’t accept that. ❝ eugh… that sounded better in my head… ❞ his voice lowers to a whisper, as if the idea of offering comfort was more idealistic than realistic.

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why is it so unbelievable that i’d want to help you? … @akuroi

❝ because you never wanted to help before. ❞ it’s not much of a reason that kaneki can offer. after all, he doesn’t have an extensive amount of knowledge about sayuri and her endeavours in one of the most troublesome wards. he’s still getting used to having accepted himself as a ghoul, still getting used to no longer seeing rize in the corner of his eye. if it was someone from anteiku, maybe he would have accepted that help. but it was not.

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breath hitches, foot colliding with the floor, heavier than he had previously intended. he had only recently been introduced to the lifestyle of those who were infamous, news piling up day after day about the intentions of those who took part in such acts. he could not accept himself as one, yet. kaneki believed he was too kind—hearted, wanted to follow in his mother’s footsteps, keep the words of novels close to his heart. he could not even throw a punch in a desperate attempt to save himself, and his friend.

ken kaneki believed that the beginning of his life was full of love. now, he believes that his life is slowly warping into tragedy.

the laugh breaks him from his chain of thoughts, and he stutters back once more, eyes wildly changing from the blood stained wall to sayuri. he didn’t understand the sadism behind such actions. or perhaps he simply didn’t want to.

❝ i wouldn’t. ❞ he presses, but the change in his sclera makes a point to prove him otherwise. he clenches his fists together— he doesn’t want his spine to rip open again.

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eyes narrow in the face of adversity, life—sucking sword clutched in the devil hunter’s hands. he does not want to use it, but he would rather face the consequences of his contract than see another powerful devil win. if himeno was here, he’s certain that she’d be kicking the weapon out of his hands and letting it clatter to the ground. but she’s not here. the only thing he has left from her is a cigarette.

his thoughts are directed in the wrong place, as the claw of the enemy slashes down upon him, and he has to be physically forced in the other direction to not get hit.

his teammates look at him with nothing but disdain.

❝ sorry… ❞ aki knows to apologise when he’s done something wrong— and this is one of those times. but he grits his teeth together, turns to face @akuroi. ❝ i’m ready now. i won’t become distracted again. ❞

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what are you getting out of this, exactly? … @akuroi

❝ it’s a step towards peace for all of humanity. ❞ makima taps the small spoon against the rim of her cup, sets it down onto the saucer. it’s only recently that she has taken to drinking cups of tea. the caffeine does nothing to help her general feelings nor does the sugar lighten her tastebuds, but it beats drinking sake and having no reaction to it.

❝ that’s always been my end goal, after all. ❞

eyes tilt upwards to stare into sayuri’s. what was the point of even asking her something so idiotic? how could sayuri not tell what makima wanted through her extensive time within the public safety sector? there would have been no reason for her to join if her end goal was different.

❝ why are you asking that? do you doubt me? ❞

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sumire scoffs, lets her arm relax against her side. oh well. she could fight with just her right hand. after all, her sole purpose was to fight. she could wreck the majority of her body and still find some way to keep going.

❝ then you should hit me harder. ❞ head tilts as she adjusts her newly acquired weapon in her hand, tucking her other hand behind her back. she would have to divert her attention to heal that whilst also fighting, which meant it would take a lot longer. ❝ don’t worry, i’ll reciprocate. ❞

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do i look like someone who knows what that means? … @akuroi

❝ it’d make my life easier if you did. ❞ sumire grumbles, clutching her fractured hand with her uninjured one. ❝ i don’t want to spend all of my time explaining my technique to you. ❞ perhaps sayuri was a visual learner; the consequences of using her technique would be showed through the gore of her left hand. but her technique was powerful, and that was what had given her the classification of special grade.

❝ how about a time-out? ❞ she grits her teeth together, shakes her hand as if it will magically fix it. of course, reverse cursed technique would be a blessing for the injury, but the constant battle meant she was unable to focus on it.