This is his Kurusu Akira - the one who ignites with the same fierce determination in the midst of challenge. The one that exists in his peripheral vision, in all parts of life, beyond death. Kurusu Akira is here and he's the one that makes the first brutal clash.
And it's Kurusu Akira who bleeds. It's Kurusu Akira that reels from the vicious attack that paints everything, drowns everything, leaves pinprick splatters on his shirt. It's Kurusu Akira that mirrors the same manic glee Akechi can feel pulling at the edge of his lips, every word tugging, teasing, shredding the veneer of perfection between them.
Akechi Goro was meant to be perfect. Born to be perfect. Tore himself free of rot to be perfect and-
Akechi Kurusu was meant to be perfect. Born to be great. Tore himself from the chains that bound him down. Didn't. Wasn't. Stands tall - reckless, wild, and-
Free.
And Akechi Goro is a reflection of it. Akechi Goro is free with the flowing red taking over Akira's body, Akechi's own vision. In a mark left by him, one that will remain, one he'll rip open again and again as a reminder of the vast difference between them that exists - a gap formed from Akira's mercy and Akechi's cruelty.
Arséne
is Joker.
Robin Hood
is Crow.
Loki
is
The Akechi Goro he wants this Kurusu Akira to see. The only match for Arséne. The only clash of will that matters.]
Manifest, Loki!
[He's free. Completely free. A heart running wild, beating beating beating. A heart unchained, unbound and all he can think about-
Is ripping the carbon copy in front of him to shreds. Tearing his skin with clawed armor Akechi no longer has access too, but the knife clutched in his grip will do. And he's sure Akira will smile. He thinks Akira will smile. Akechi doesn't give a shit if Akira smiles - hopes he can see it twist with every slice of his blade, watch joy turn to agony, know that Maruki will have to pick up the pieces of Kurusu Akira in this fucking field.
Attack Master ignites his heart. Body poised to lurch forward at the smallest opening-
At any opening-
Now with a too light push against the ground, with his blade tossed between his hands, from right to left, and ready to arc down on an already gaping wound. Laevateinn as the follow up, whether Akira dodges or not.]
You won't survive this time - I'll make sure of it. With my own two hands, I'll crush you until there's nothing left! I'll massacre you!
cw: blanket its a fight thread so fight things happening roll
This is his Kurusu Akira - the one who ignites with the same fierce determination in the midst of challenge. The one that exists in his peripheral vision, in all parts of life, beyond death. Kurusu Akira is here and he's the one that makes the first brutal clash.
And it's Kurusu Akira who bleeds. It's Kurusu Akira that reels from the vicious attack that paints everything, drowns everything, leaves pinprick splatters on his shirt. It's Kurusu Akira that mirrors the same manic glee Akechi can feel pulling at the edge of his lips, every word tugging, teasing, shredding the veneer of perfection between them.
Akechi Goro was meant to be perfect. Born to be perfect. Tore himself free of rot to be perfect and-
Akechi Kurusu was meant to be perfect. Born to be great. Tore himself from the chains that bound him down. Didn't. Wasn't. Stands tall - reckless, wild, and-
And Akechi Goro is a reflection of it. Akechi Goro is free with the flowing red taking over Akira's body, Akechi's own vision. In a mark left by him, one that will remain, one he'll rip open again and again as a reminder of the vast difference between them that exists - a gap formed from Akira's mercy and Akechi's cruelty.
Arséne
Robin Hood
Loki
The Akechi Goro he wants this Kurusu Akira to see. The only match for Arséne. The only clash of will that matters.]
Manifest, Loki!
[He's free. Completely free. A heart running wild, beating beating beating. A heart unchained, unbound and all he can think about-
Is ripping the carbon copy in front of him to shreds. Tearing his skin with clawed armor Akechi no longer has access too, but the knife clutched in his grip will do. And he's sure Akira will smile. He thinks Akira will smile. Akechi doesn't give a shit if Akira smiles - hopes he can see it twist with every slice of his blade, watch joy turn to agony, know that Maruki will have to pick up the pieces of Kurusu Akira in this fucking field.
Attack Master ignites his heart. Body poised to lurch forward at the smallest opening-
At any opening-
Now with a too light push against the ground, with his blade tossed between his hands, from right to left, and ready to arc down on an already gaping wound. Laevateinn as the follow up, whether Akira dodges or not.]
You won't survive this time - I'll make sure of it. With my own two hands, I'll crush you until there's nothing left! I'll massacre you!