concasse: (tired↠ you're pushing your luck)
Sanji "flaming bullshit" Vinsmoke ([personal profile] concasse) wrote2018-07-27 09:35 pm
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week 7 | friday, post investigation

... Eichi?

[The other is gonna hear Sanji calling on the other side of the door, voice soft and... tired.]

Neh, can I come in?

[Normally he wouldn't even ask for permission, given everything that has happened, but he needs to check if his friend would prefer space]
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[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ It’s silent for a long time before Eichi answers. ]

Sanji? ...Hold on.

[ there’s... a lot of loud noises as he moves every piece of furniture away from the door just enough ]
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[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
[His health never really got all that much better since last week, then there was Wednesday, and now... it's a mess, so when he's pulled into a hug, he collapses into it nearly literally.

There's so much of his weight against Sanji, and he's clinging desperately, pressing his face into him so that his ugly, puffy eyes can't be seen.]


What good is a shield who can't protect even one person? What good is it, this joke of a role?
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[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
With my life!

[There's a pure frustration in the sorrow of his voice, desperate and bothered.]

"Leave it to the Blotters," they said, and then my role meant to protect from Blotters didn't do a thing, so what could it be? What do you think? Is it that no one in this twisted excuse for a fairy tale can trust past what their arms can reach? It may just be so.

[He's LOSING IT very much so, and it's evident in everything, his voice, his expression, his motions. He pulls back too quickly from a hug he really needs to melt into, tugging Sanji into the room but shoving the door closed and beginning to move furniture in front of it again.

He doesn't want to talk to anyone else.]


And, what, will we sit around and play detective as if it matters? As if we shouldn't vote for what will give us that promised ending, cross our fingers and hope on some imaginary faith that good endings do exist?
finethanks: (☆ it's the climax)

[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He pauses briefly in pushing furniture, and then keeps going, even as his arms tremble from how weak his body feels going against his super strength.]

You're a hero, aren't you? There can be three left, can't there? Don't say things like that.
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[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He stiffens considerably, back to Sanji, a visible showing of him closing off. He processes those words, he hears them, but he doesn't understand. He understands what Sanji is thinking, of course, but he doesn't agree with it at all.]

Those children are no better than any of us, and that girl is a selfish mess who's suffered just as much as anyone else. So, what? You'd rather do this? You, too? By choice, even?

You intend to leave me like this? Because I'm not a child or some pitiable girl?
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[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
...You expect too much of me.

[He can't keep standing like this, and after gripping at the dresser enough to crack it, he pushes himself a way and falls back on the bed.]

What else? You may as well lay it all out at once. I'm tired of being kept in the dark and danced around.
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[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh.

An idol probably shouldn't be able to make the air this tense, but something cracks, and the blood he's spilled doesn't matter. Complicated emotions twist at his gut, and the desperate laugh that slips out isn't quite disbelief. It's that feeling when everything goes wrong in the worst way, but of course it does, because that's just how your life is. That horrible sort of dagger in the heart that twists just when you think the pain is dulling.]


As an order? It certainly wasn't your choice, right, Sanji?
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[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not fair. It's not fair, to give him these feelings. To make him think why couldn't you have died instead before that makes him just as sick. It's not fair that Akechi is always hiding things from him like this, like he needs to be protected. It's not fair that with reactions like these, maybe he does.

He hunches over on the side of the bed, laughing again in a broken way and holding his own head too tight, shaking.]


I've never been this angry before, you know? It's amazing... my whole body is shaking. I really can only see red... I thought that was something only for story books, but it's difficult to see past that color at all. Aha... always, no matter what, it's always that I'm too weak to handle something, isn't it?

And at the same time, I'm dressed pretty and given a pat on the back and told to lift my chin and look presentable. For the Tenshouin name, for the sake of everyone— I had to chase something that was that way just for me, and then I was knocked down and thoroughly crushed. I couldn't be the hero. I was the villain, dethroned by a girl who knew much better than I ever did.

And here? Shall I sit and smile and act as if everything is fine, because you'll all "come back?" I'm so... I'm so angry, I think I'm going to be sick.
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[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[He stands up, still shaking, hands balled into fists, and steps closer.]

I can't interfere, can I? Now that Goro is there... he's waiting for me to bring him back. [He is... definitely going to try to deck Sanji right here and now, though, swinging a fist. Just one hit, he just needs to take one hit out on him, or try, or feel something—]

But you're so...! You're all terrible! At the very least, promise me that he can come back! Promise me that you'll come back!

[He wheezes a little.] Death was... never anything to me... but to lose my precious friends... the ones I love and who care for me in return... why? You were all supposed to outlive me. You're all...

[He's crying now, it's a rollercoaster of emotions!]
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[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[He's making himself sick, he's making Sanji bleed, and he hates all of it. He clings to him now, in a desperate hug, wanting the anger gone, the comfort back. Wanting Goro back. Wanting Sanji to stay.

Zelos told him to take care of him, and he can't do that. He couldn't take care of Akechi... he couldn't do anything for anyone but cause trouble. All he has to do is survive? He's been doing that his whole life.

So why is it so hard only now?]


I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Sanji.

[For everything. It's not enough, and he doesn't know how to stop crying right now.]

Don't forget that we've agreed to introduce each other to our friends, you know? Please... don't leave me alone. Don't let yourself or Goro slip away. I'm sorry... I'm sorry that I can't help at all.
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[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
...I hope so.

[It's quiet, lost, and already lonely, but it's something. He stays clinging to Sanji but shifts the both of them, pushing him over to the bed, which is the only thing he hasn't shoved in front of the door. He wants him to sit down so he can go grab a washcloth for that wound.]

...It's more painful than anything else, just as I thought. When I sat down to discuss it with Goro, I had said... that I didn't want to feel this, that I understood, but that I wanted to keep him from ever having to feel it himself. I told him that I wouldn't protect him, but I'd use a sacrifice to suggest someone else...

And it didn't matter at all that I broke my word.

[He brings the cloth back over, pressing it with a shaky hand to Sanji's temple, staring at the blood he's caused.]

Um, I'm rambling, aren't I? Nevermind all of that. Even though I've just punched you and then cried all over you... can I ask you to stay with me tonight?
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[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
I punched you only because you're leaving me, you know... of course I want you to stay.

[He's so worried... he doesn't care about wherever blood has or is dripping, he's just pressing the cloth to Sanji and holding it there, eyes hollow as he thinks of the heart he'd stabbed too eagerly while picturing Souji's face.]

Tomorrow... I can't be "just Eichi," or it would be a mess. I have to block off my feelings and pretend that I'm confident in this ending. Until you and Goro and the others are all back... then I can't be myself at all. I'm telling you this in hopes that you'll have extra motivation to return.

[At least he's honest. This focus makes him able to move, even if his whole body seems to be protesting against it. Maybe it's almost used to all the torture by now? Sort of. In a way.]

I don't want to be alone... but no matter what you may think or hope, I will be, once you're gone, too. Just like I was before...
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[personal profile] finethanks 2018-07-28 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't seem satisfied by just that hand. The moment it rests there, he's shifting, leaning into Sanji completely until it's all of his weight and he's tackling him to this bed, just about. A slow motion tackle, with a cloth still held to his wound.

Eichi's eyes are closed, and he's trying to focus on his breathing. Like he'd taught Rebecca... He just has to psych himself up, like always. Wait it out, wait it out, it'll be okay, it'll be okay...]


I'll do what I can. Even if I already threw a tantrum here and dirtied your handsome face...

[He feels so bad now, he's still trying to CLEAN IT and prevent more bleeding. But he doesn't have a useful ability like healing. He can't help anyone.]

Like always, I'll hug my knees, give myself a pep talk, and remember where I am. It's love that I wanted to find for myself, and it's love that I have to remember in the worst of times, or I'm no idol at all.

So... please know that I love you with all my heart, Sanji. This friendship of ours is a precious thing that I treasure... I still grow upset like a child, but it's you who's helped me grow all this time, too, you know.