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[sext] come to my house at midnight and bring lots of sweets. then give them to me and leave.

TO:  Sakaki YuuyaFROM:  Kurosaki Shun

[did that candy hoarding brat steal your phone or do you want to give me a reason to start ignoring all your texts]

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Laugh, Insanity,Death

Laugh:  Shun doesn’t really laugh as he just chuckles--or when he does it’s like he’s forgotten how to laugh.  Raspy gasps of air, choked noises, things he tries to smother because he sounds so bad but sometimes--sometimes--he laughs and it’s loud.  It sounds pained, it sounds joyful, and people don’t know if Shun laughs then because he’s genuinely found something to laugh about or if he’s close to breaking.

Insanity:  He tries his best to stay on the correct path, he doesn’t stray.  But Shun is apathetic at best and detached at worst.  His own anger and his own hatred have driven him on for so long that human interaction can be challenging.  He wakes up from nightmares, he can’t trust anyone, and sometimes a paranoia creeps in when he doesn’t want it.

Death:  Shun is afraid of dying.  He’s afraid of his body failing, of each stutter in his heart and each pain in his joints, his bones, and his muscle.  Shun doesn’t want to die--he doesn’t want to disappear.  Then again, fear of death is only natural right?  It still doesn’t stop him from being afraid.

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Jailbirds

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Shun and authority--never mixed.

That’s why he’s always had issues when it came to people telling him what to do.  Tell Shun to go left, he’s going to go right.  Tell him to jump, he’ll scowl.  Tell him to shut up and do as told, he’ll punch you right in the face and curse you.

Knock out several other cops in the process.

Typical things that really should have not happened but he’s Kurosaki Shun and authority can kiss his ass.  Granted, he should have seen this coming.  He should have known that picking a fight with Security is a Bad Idea and that this does nothing in lessening his notoriety.

Not like he has any here.

“Get in there!” 

Shun stumbles forward, barely catching himself on the wall.  He turns around, getting ready to yell at the asshole escorting him, but the door to the prison cell closes.

It’s fucking dark in here.

“What the hell,” he clicks his tongue.

Isolation.

Greeeeaat.