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Humans 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 Villains 𝓗𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔢𝔰
It’s all a matter of ｓｅｍａｎｔｉｃｓ someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.
Xahlia Thana, Eru Chitanda, Yori “Teddy” Jung Young﹠ Jin Tachibana The W.E Ridge Murder Squad
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AND HIS NOSE WOULD FOLLOW A SCENT SO DELICIOUS --- knowing food was around. What was that? ❝ --- So hungry ‘ttebayo.❞
had she fallen? or was she just lying on the school lawn to take a breather. honestly, red didn’t know, and in honesty probably didn’t care that much either, the only thought that stopped him walking straight past her was that his mother had never brought him up to be such an ignoramus. he sifts his hands into his pockets, noticing everyone had already gone inside-- scurrying to class after the second lunch bell had rang, E X C E P T her. odd. he nudged her with the toe of his sneaker.
❛ — … you dead? ❜
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‘ lia!! ’ he almost throws himself out of his chair to latch around her waist, arms wrapping tight around her hips. ‘ nii, you’ve been gone forever! ’
‘ where the fuck have you been?! ’
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“Listen, I’m really fond of those cinnamon rolls you guys always make, and I’ve been coming here almost daily for about a month now. Do you think maybe you could let me have a discount on the churros? Not because I can’t afford it, but because I want to get more for less.”
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花 — He feels relieved upon seeing her okay. With unsteady steps, Jin approaches the woman who he has come to know well. The months that have passed has taught him much. Let him experience so much that someone like him would never thought possible. He knows everything is transitory and realizes that the end is coming soon as the curtains draw to a close. But the final act is waiting for him, he needs all the cast members present.
With blurred vision, he takes her in and idly wonders if his glasses are on. They didn’t fall into the sand, did they? No, they are there. The headaches are only getting worse and Jin holds his head for a moment, closing his eyes and breathing.
“Come with me, please.” He’s tired and it shows in his hoarse voice, his haggard appearance. He is ill and his world threatens to take him down the cliff they are standing by.
Cascading crimson catches his eyes. And it only takes Jin a moment to tear through the torn white cotton sleeve of his shirt. When did it tear? Not that it matters now. Thin arm transcribed with old scars and burns greets the day after so long.
She’s stronger than he is but he uses the element of surprise to take her injured hand into his dirty ones. “I am sorry but I do not have any antiseptic on me. We will treat it once we get back inside.” Jin doesn’t wait for her protest to begin wrapping the wound.
“Xahlia Thana. I have found a way to be rid of this demon but I need you. Chitanda and Yori need you. We all do. Please. We can stop this together but I cannot do it without you.” His weary tone is pleading. His words drip in stagnant instances.
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花 —The cool breeze from the ventilation duct encrusts the office in frigidair. The world hangs by a thread and the seat creaks beneath his weight. Headpresses against the leather cushion as his hands grip the metal arms, feelingthe icy hardness in his palms. His eyes closes.
The manila folder lays open and forgotten on the mahogany desk.Documents pertaining to embezzlement and illegal bribes stamped with brightcrimson ink. His life’s work. Everything he has done for nearly two decades hasled up to this moment in time. Everything he has dreamed of and ever wanted,more than anything. More than transient bonds of friendship, love or otherworthless everyday distractions, he wanted more than the average man. Becauseof that, he was above them.
Jin has proved himself; he’s better than them. He is standingabove them no. The flow of power has reversed, he is the one above them now.Sneering. Belittling. Crushing them within the palms of his hands. Crushingthose whose hands he once danced upon like an obedient little puppet.
Jinstill recalls where they sat on the carpeted floor of his office. Foreheadsburying into the fabric enough to cause rug burn, pleading for him to not pushthe proverbial button. Satisfaction coursed through his veins and elation lit fuchsiaeyes.
This is how it should be. Should have been. It didn’t have to bethis way.
“No son ofthe Tachibana clan would ever turn on his own blood!” His father’s bloody roarstill rings in his ears. He almost wants to laugh. This man would speak ofbetrayal when he wouldn’t even help his own son. He didn’t lift a finger toalleviate the troubles he had or mend the bruises and lacerations that madetheir homes upon his childhood skin.
“If youwere ever our son, then you would know that this not what you want. Jin,darling, just come back home. Mommy misses you.” Like nails upon blackboard,her voice drips with venomous honey. He hated her voice but what Jin hates moreare the eyes that look at him. The same eyes that stare back at him from themirror every morning.
He wantsto vomit. Gastric juices linger at his throat, threatening to spill. The womanwho never looked at him as anything but a stain upon the family so sweetly begshim now.
This iswhat he wanted. Jin makes the call while they are in the room and securityescorts the elderly couple out.
He remembers ignoring the frantic calls from his brother who wasin Hawaii at the time of this meeting. He remembers the distraught voicemail.The words of hatred that pierced his heart deeper than any dagger ever could.
The morning news report plays the front page news on repeat. “The infamous Tachibana Financial has declared bankruptcy in light of the scandals the Department of Finance found after a routine investigation. None of the chair people have responded to any media requests.”
This is how it should be. Should have been. It didn’t have to bethis way.
He has everything now. The inheritance that he never wanted. Thefamily name that never accepted him. He has his vengeance on the family whothrew him to the wolves.
Jin has everything. He tells himself that this is a happy ending.There’s a hollowness that lingers in his chest.
What now?
There’s a blow that strikes him hard in the chest, knocking theair from his lungs. He’s supposed to be happy. This was his happy ending. Hisgoal. Everything he has worked up to until today was for this. Everything hehas ever done, everything he has given up was for this moment in time. But now that he is done, what now? What goals? What other desires? Where else do his interests lie?
He has nothing.
Then why does this victory feel so empty? Why does he feel sohollow?
What else does he have now?
Oh, what a hollow little boy. One who burned single every bridge he has stepped on and now at the precipice he stands alone. Alone and with nothing else to go on. He has burned in his rage and left himself in ashes.
He is nothing.
This is how it should be. Should have been. It didn’t have to be this way.
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-Did not establish any wholesome bonds -Did not reconcile with Ken -Did not divert to any other goals
