#stoicismus

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@stoicismus​

Takizawa finally arrived home to see his apartment empty. There was a clear trail of destruction through the main room and to the fire escape though, so he followed, running as fast as ghoul legs would take him. When he finally got the roof, he saw Mado backed up against the edge of it. 

He didn’t want to play hero or anything. Seidou just could not stand the thought of losing her. He moved in suddenly, picking her up bridal style and carrying her away from a storm of bullets that hit the spot she had been occupying a moment ago. Looking down at her though, Takizawa looked more pathetic with worry then heroic. “What were you thinking Mado??? You could have died, idiot!”

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@stoicismus​

Takizawa grew up with a mother willing to cook for him. However, he wanted to be self sufficient so when he moved out as early as he could, he bought a cook book and did as he always did. Seidou studied past the point of reason, until he had memorized every recipe in the book. Of course, in execution he was not the best chef around, but as long as he was only cooking for himself all he needed to be was serviceable.

Seidou always feared his studying never truly paid off, but at this moment it had in a way. One of the chocolate recipes he had memorized had survived intact in his memory even now. It was like some artifact from his former life. Former, huh? Like he had died and been reincarnated into a monster. A monster who was currently holding chocalate in his hands, fresh in the bowl.

The moment the door opened, Takizawa had finished wrapping his squares. He jumped and hurriedly, pushed them behind his back. “Oh, it’s only Mado.” He said, as if he expected anybody else to have come home at this time. He shifted nervously back and forth for a moment, and then shoved the chocalate straight in her face. “L-look, I know it’s not white day but, I don’t think somebody like you could cook anyway so I got you some obligation chocolates.”

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@stoicismus​

“Intestines.”

“Sorry.”

“Gone.”

“Weak.”

“Dead.”

“Me.”

“Above.”

“Look.”

“Akira.”

The words repeated in his mind, no matter how much he wanted to forget them. Takizawa pulled the strings from his mouth, but he could still feel the stitches. He was covered in stitches. He was so scarred. It hurt. 

Those words he had not said in so long, hurt, pain. He did not want to acknowledge it because he felt if he did he would go mad. he had been ignoring them for so long, the pained feelings he carried inside of him. 

All because he was happy, living in the city like this.

He ignored his feelings, and lived happily with Akira. A happily ever after epilogue to his fucked up life. He was sure he could just keep on pretending things worked out that way, that things were that simple. That he was not hungry. Then he saw it, blonde hair, eyes alight with insight.

She was looking down on him, looking at his injured body, his soon to be corpse. 

"Help me Akira.... I’m... I’m so hungry.”

[bubonem-archive-blog]

On Valentine’s Day you open your front door to find a bouquet of roses with a card addressed to you! The card reads:

TO: Takatsuki Sen 

FROM: Mado Akira

 Chocolate is bad for your diet. Have some flowers instead.

Well, this was... unexpected.

The author looked at the card and roses, eyeing them suspiciously. They were real, fragrant, and quite nice to look at.

How suspicious.

Eto put the roses on a table, leaving them for the time being. She supposed a little ‘thank you’ was in order for later.

[kishou-san]

@stoicismus

As he looked at her, Arima’s expression was indecipherable as usual. The woman he had called to meet in a coffee shop. The mother of his child, though the two of them had no relationship at all besides subordinate and boss. As he was incapable of deciphering the feeling of others, he had no idea what she must have felt having to look at him once more even in this world where she had left the CCG. 

He could merely contemplate. The thoughts he had were what gave him such a particularly complex expression on this day. Oh, but he could not keep quiet forever. He was the one who had requested to see her after all. “I’m not going to criticize you or anything. Actually to me, the idea of lineages, of choosing a career simply because of who your parents were, that thinking seems limited.” He said, though that was not the half of it.

People called Akira a pure bred investigator, but she had not literally been bred for that purpose. He was being, fart too blunt as usual though, Arima’s eyes darkened a she stared at his coffee. “I just wanted to ask, you’ll still talk to Haise won’t you? He might get lonely, otherwise.”

[edacitaus]

             "Aren't you cold?"

Rize couldn't help but ask prior to spotting a woman in this snowy weather without a scarf. Not that she harbored any real interest, boredom was always quick to install itself in Rize's life anyway. Striking a little conversation might be just the right thing. She offered a soft smile.

             "Sorry, I know it’s sudden, I don’t even know you. But I have my scarf on and I honestly still feel cold, so I couldn’t help but wonder... The name is Kamishiro Rize, my sincere apologies for ranting. What if I got you a warm drink to compensate?"

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@stoicismus​

Takizawa had not slept in what felt like months. He was used to staying up as long as possible, and only crashing when the sheer exhaustion forced him too. That way, his mind was too tired even then to conjure up any horrific nightmares. He had enough of that when he was awake. 

This time though, he had slept peacefully surrounded by something warm. In the back of his mind, he thought this must be a dream, because as a monster and a traitor he deserved neither peace nor warmth. When his eyes fluttered awake, and he saw Akira and a cat curled up next to him on the same bed. He knew that this was never taking place in reality, and simply closed his eyes to nod back to sleep.

For all of one second, before they burst open again. Takizawa needed some kind of smooth exit strategy, so he could leave without waking her. He was not capable of any kind of smoothness though, and he flailed until he rolled off the bed and onto the floor, releasing a loud yelp when he did. 

“Ma-ma-ma-mado! Why would you let me sleep in your bed I’m-” He had been making such a fuss, he just now noticed he had lost his cloak awhile ago and now only wore his backless shirt that only went to the middle of his chest. “Indecent, you can see my nipples right now.” He slammed his hands over both of them to hide. 

Takizawa stared at her with fear in his eyes for a moment. Then looked away, “Ah, I’m sorry. The old me, the one you knew, would never have said the word nipple. People change a lot in this crazy world, huh?”

[ichaichaparadaisu]

@stoicismus

                           The ninja was only to be tugged around by the medium sized mutt, nose so close to the ground with a scent it couldn’t let go. Kakashi was surprised by the determination of the canine, brows furrowing as he kept up with the pace. “Slow down, Pan.” The dog had continued to drag him along the the park, ignoring any commands he would speak. Until they came up to the young woman..

Woof!Bark!Arf!

                  It stopped in front of her, big brown eyes peering up as its voice continued to belt out. “Really..” The ninja reached to rub the back of his head and tug the leash lightly to try and halt it back. Little interest in his eye when he looked over to her apologetically. “You got any treats on you?”