Aug 8, 2015
"She can take care of herself. She doesn't need me."
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"She can take care of herself. She doesn't need me."
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(My muse comes to, hands covered in blood with your’s barely conscious at their feet. Send me your muse’s reaction to mine returning to their senses.) KID looked up at Inspector Nakamori, feeling weak. “I knew you didn’t like me, Keibu, but I never knew you hated me this much,” KID said, coughing up blood.
*The inspector was becoming more aware of his surroundings and he heard a familiar voice. He look down and had to take several steps back as he looked at the bloodied and weak thief as well as blood on his hands. He felt a lighter feeling than he’d had in months but it was replaced with guilt and sadness. He sat down, on his knees, in front of the thief.*
“I-I don’t hate you enough…to do this. I-I wanted you…caught,..not almost killed.“
*With the hat cast to the side, he reached down to grab the monocle to unmask the thief. When the other didn’t stop him, Ginzo proceeded in taking the monocle off the thief’s face. He saw Kaito’s face but couldn’t believe it.*
“YOU’RE NOT HIM! I WILL RIP YOUR MASK OFF!”
*Ginzo pulled at the thief’s face and felt skin instead of a mask. He slumped and frowned when he realized Kaito was in front of him.*
“You…can’t be him.”
/I’m never going to be able to face Aoko again. I helped raise this boy and now probably killed him. I’ve no right to be an inspector anymore. I’m going to turn myself in./
*He put his hand to the others wrist to feel the thief’s pulse. It was faint and weak, just like how the pale boy he was looking at appeared right now. There were several bullet wounds that went through the thief. He was glad that no bullets had gotten stuck in the other’s body. The boy seemed too close to dying right now as he was losing blood quickly. Ginzo ripped off parts of his sleeves. He puts some of the fabric below the shot wound on the thief’s back and had the boy lay on top of the rolled up pieces of fabric. He pushed down on some of the bullet hole on the front of the other’s chest and leg, and called for help. He was afraid ambulance would come too late, but called one anyway. It was too early in the morning for most people to be out, but he called for help again. He put his gun away, he would never have it again after turning himself in. Ginzo was a bit squeamish but there was no time for that. He heard gasps and yells of further pain as he pressed harder on one of the wounds on Kaito’s chest. The boy was losing blood a lot faster than he hoped. He hoped the ambulance got here soon but he wasn’t counting on it, it wasn’t going to get here for another 20 minutes. He thought hard to come up with how he could stop the bleeding, afraid that Kaito would die by the time the ambulance got to where they were. He then remembered the lighter he often carried with him. The inspector really didn’t want to burn him and hoped it wouldn’t come to that. He pressed on another of the boy’s wounds. There were too many holes the that he was afraid he couldn’t put pressure to evenly. Kaito was a lot paler than he was some minutes ago and he became even more worried. The bleeding had lessened in some areas so he tried to stop the bleeding from the other wounds. Kaito was losing consciousness and Ginzo tried to keep him awake while he pressed down on another wound. He could hear the loud sirens of the ambulance. It was earlier than he expected. When it finally arrived, he watched them carefully lift Kaito into the ambulance. One of the EMTs said that it was a miracle that he wasn’t dead already with the 4 bullet shots he’d received. They told him that they’d take care of the boy and try to save him.
He watched as the ambulance left and thought to himself. The one he’d partly raised as a son was hovering between life and death, and it was his fault.
As he was walking over to his car, he heard a soothing voice that told him that every thing was going to be fine. It was louder than it usually had been. He’d been trying so hard to fight off the voice, but the urge to fight wasn’t in him anymore. His eyes permanently turned red and all his memories were wiped. The good, the bad, and him almost murdering Kaito. He wouldn’t be able see whether Kaito survived or not, though it wasn’t hopeful that he would. He left to wash the blood off his hands and continued on.*
((Pangoro has 27 days left of not being under Pandara’s control. Meanwhile, it seem like Pandora Ginzo might be having a hard time with that.))
(( because I'm mean to my muse, 🔫 ))
*Ginzo woke up and found himself standing. He looked down and the first thing he saw was blood on his hands. Surprised, he looked at the ground and saw the thief he’d been chasing. He shook all over. He didn’t think he was a killer and wasn’t even aware of what had just happened. He felt a strange thing had been lifted from him. Even so, his knees buckled and he fell right next to the other. He frowned, stared at the bleeding thief, and just thought to himself.*
/I’ll have to quit my job now. Even worse, I’ll have to tell them I killed him. I’ll have to tell Aoko that I killed KID. She’ll hate me for it even though she hated him./
*He reaches down to take the monocle off the thief and finds Kaito's face.*
"Do not lie to me! You're not him! I'LL RIP THAT MASK OFF OF YOUR FACE!"
*He pulls at the thief's face and finds that it's not a mask at all. That it is Kaito that he attacked. Tears start forming in his eyes.*
/I can't even face my daughter now. I killed Kaito. The boy I've been helping to take care of for several years, and her best friend. I'm a terrible father. I'll quit my job and turn myself in./
*He hears a soothing voice in his head. It's a familiar voice that he's been trying to get away from. He doesn't care about that anymore and let's it take control. His eyes change red permanently and everything is wiped, the good and bad memories as well as the murder of Kaito. He takes the weapon away, washes the blood off his hands, and continues on.*
My muse comes to, hands covered in blood with your’s barely conscious at their feet. Send me your muse’s reaction to mine returning to their senses.
Alternatively, send 🔫 for my muse’s reaction to coming to their senses and seeing your muse in that state.
Reverse of this: x
“I feel terrible, like there’s a weight on my chest.”
"Does anyone know how to break a curse?"