#nullifi

[straywhitetiger]

“Okay, when you get kidnapped- not if, when”

    And it was always that certainty, wasn’t it? The certainty that Dazai held in his tone, like he knew something well before everyone else, like his innate ability was a degree of omnipotence rather than nullification, was what always set Atsushi’s teeth on edge. Not if- when. When he got....

    Atsushi pushed back from the desk so hard that his chair screeched over the tile, and he instinctually flinched from the sound. But the physical apology was short lived. He trained a incredulous look at Dazai, then hurriedly questioned, “When- when did we decide I was getting- wait, what’s going on? What’d you sign me up for?” He was not briefed on a staged kidnapping and didn’t take kindly to being volun-told about something so dangerous sounding so flippantly!

[beastrobed]

“ Why did you do something so stupid? “

5 Ws sentence starters. | not accepting!

“ … ” 

there it is again. ryuunosuke stands, his body tense and his posture stiff, with clenched fists and gritted teeth in front of his superior. his unblinking stare is directed at a point on dazai’s chest. whenever dazai is angry with him, he finds it inexplicably difficult to lift his head in defiance and meet that abyssal gaze ... but he won’t lower it either.

he may be a dog of the mafia, but that doesn’t make him tame.

“ i believed it was the correct course of action. ”  it isn’t that he’s trying to justify himself. dazai has asked him a question; consequently, ryuunosuke gives him an honest answer. excuses have no place here – he can only show his spine and stand by what he has done. if there is one thing he has learned while working under him, it is that you cannot lie to dazai and get away with it.

dazai’s disappointment is apparent – more than that, it is so painfully obvious that it stings. ryuunosuke is acutely aware that his actions resulted in a less desirable outcome than intended this time around, and that knowledge brings with it the familiar feeling of frustration. sometimes it seems that no matter what he does, he continues to fall short. 

no matter. he will not waver. 

pain is a constant companion, and his respect for dazai transcends anything he may have to endure in order to continue serving under him. he is braced to take whatever punishment his mentor deems appropriate. 

[domineer-blog]

❛ who else could pull it off but you and me ? ❜

          laughter bubbles in her throat when posed with the hypothetical, a sweet, bell-like thing that ends in a snort from the sheer hilarity of the mental landscape her imagination creates out of it (she might be a bit tipsy at this point, but who’s counting how many she’s had so far? certainly not her).

          the death of a monarch – no, a dictator. one whose reign is tainted a black so dense that shadows no longer come to play. 

          .a throaty rumble reverberates deep in her hum, drumming her fingertips along the sides of her cup as she revisits old plans that she likes to peruse through when the memories become too much to bear, to keep her mind occupied with wishful thinking and the vengeance she was never able to enact. one that she was denied but one day hopes to seize.

          she would never actively put any of them into motion, of course. the president has saved her once before, and going about something as stupid slicing off mori’s head and seeing if she could revive him after haphazardly putting him back together in the minutes she would have would be suicidal at the very best.

                   at the worst, she’s chained back under his command with no way out,                    and that’s not something she wants to risk.

          “I’m sure we could.” there’s a longing in her voice, wistful as she drains the rest of her drink in one go. she doesn’t stop until she’s gotten every drop, and slams her porcelain cup on the bar to mark her satisfaction. the sake singes and burns, but it’s a welcomed sort of warmth. at this point in time, she’s had enough in her to dust her cheeks pink from her intoxication, head leaning back to rest against her chair.

          “A visit from his old.. acquaintances.” students? pawns? he was hardly a mentor worth following. “I’m sure he’d like that.”

          part of her is curious about his experience with their shared bane, but she knows better than to push for details when he hadn’t opened up too much about it. especially ones as delicate and as personal as this. she fiercely protected hers, and she wonders too if dazai ever knew about her. how much does he know?

          “I’m sure lots of people have called dibs on that though.”

          and… down she goes, arms folded on the bar and resting her forehead on them as she continues, fingers gripping into her arm in a white-knuckled grip, then releasing. she sounds more exhausted than she ever has. “But I think – if anyone can do it, it has to be us. For that purpose.. you could use me however you want to if it means that he winds up on my table, under my knife.”

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[antigravi-blog]

          ❝  I ASK YOU TO DO ONE THING.  ONE THING.  ❞

NAKAHARA CHUUYA — by textbook definition — by contractual obligation — at this precise moment in his ripe,  sixteen year old life  —   has utterly, inconsequentially, absolutely had it.  he has had it.  seems it didn’t matter how flourished his tale to their boss only hours earlier had been;  how his bike was never meant for two,  and how the extra weight on the caboose would only slow him down to a slug’s pace.  no,  it didn’t matter,  because that’d be too easy.

know what else would be too easy?  having gas.  having the amount of gas chuuya was positive he had up until the moment they took off,  which in its essence is just another vein waiting to burst on the tilt of his temple.  that being said?  the very last thing chuuya plans to do in this sullen gas station parking lot is give his partner the benefit of the doubt,  an homage to his usual no-nonsense stance on what can only be described as all the time nonsense.  so he stands stiffly,  fingers curled & gripped around the embarrassingly cheery plastic bag sporting only the happiest little cow mascot,  clearly inanimately mocking him from below.

❝  ——  i said wait.  i said wait for me while i pay for the  ...  hey.  bitch.  is this why you asked for the pretz?  and the kitty magazine?  where’s my bike?  ❞    ———— @nullifi. ✦