[A gunshot rings in the back of his mind, his final memory of Joker-
Not silent and still in the empty room - Akechi almost wonders how he fell for that shit in the first place.
It's the one that stood tall in the midst of a world meant for the two of them alone. Gravestones with no names as a backdrop, a distorted disgusting world manifesting from the rot in both of their hearts.
And in this moment-
It feels like this world was meant for the two of them.
To meet.
To be free.
Akira no longer surrounded by his gaggle of simpering idiots. Joker no longer backed up by a group he doesn't need. Akechi toys with the thought of asking him, once more, to abandon his little group - trap him in a contract forged from a violent clash.
Doesn't. Because he couldn't stand if Kurusu Akira said yes.
The words reach Akechi as he's preparing to attack - as he keeps the dagger pointed forward, eyes boring into Joker and only Joker because it's only ever Joker that speaks in a way that makes his heart burst with the same undeniable frenzied joy that spawned Call of Chaos into existence.
'I like seeing you this way.'
'This is the way you're meant to be when you're across from me like this.'
'So don't leave me disappointed!'
It takes a moment for Akechi to realize those own words didn't leave his lips. That it was Kurusu Akira talking and Akechi Goro listening. His lips feel dry anyway.]
What do you know? You who forgot everything! You don't know me - stop acting like it! [And Akechi knows Kurusu. Akechi knows Akira. Akechi knows Joker. Akechi knows everything.] You always do this shit - you try to act like you know everyone- [And he does. And he does. And he does.] Try to get everyone on your side. Try to be something more than that disgusting attic trash you are - I'm not fooled. Not for a moment. Look at you, Kurusu Akira. You're nothing. You're worthless!
[He's rotten. Rottenrottenrotten and Akechi-
Wants to see more.
A calculated error occurs when he does - maybe not one at all. He doesn't give a shit if he's hit. Doesn't care as long as his eyes stay fixated and set on the man in front of him. One Shot Kill hits. Strikes him. A piercing light crushing his chest in a single blow - something cracks and breaks because of it. A rib, maybe two. The Metaverse isn't here to buffer their blows and-
It hurts and he's happy. It hurts and he wants to see more. He can't breathe and he thrives. He can't breathe, so he charges forward with blade ready, Riot Gun to stun or block his companion in.]
listen sometimes the (cws) are the (friends) we made along the way. d3 lol
[A gunshot rings in the back of his mind, his final memory of Joker-
And in this moment-Not silent and still in the empty room - Akechi almost wonders how he fell for that shit in the first place.
It's the one that stood tall in the midst of a world meant for the two of them alone. Gravestones with no names as a backdrop, a distorted disgusting world manifesting from the rot in both of their hearts.
To be free.
Akira no longer surrounded by his gaggle of simpering idiots. Joker no longer backed up by a group he doesn't need. Akechi toys with the thought of asking him, once more, to abandon his little group - trap him in a contract forged from a violent clash.
Doesn't. Because he couldn't stand if Kurusu Akira said yes.
The words reach Akechi as he's preparing to attack - as he keeps the dagger pointed forward, eyes boring into Joker and only Joker because it's only ever Joker that speaks in a way that makes his heart burst with the same undeniable frenzied joy that spawned Call of Chaos into existence.
'I like seeing you this way.'
'So don't leave me disappointed!'
What do you know? You who forgot everything! You don't know me - stop acting like it! [And Akechi knows Kurusu. Akechi knows Akira. Akechi knows Joker. Akechi knows everything.] You always do this shit - you try to act like you know everyone- [And he does. And he does. And he does.] Try to get everyone on your side. Try to be something more than that disgusting attic trash you are - I'm not fooled. Not for a moment. Look at you, Kurusu Akira. You're nothing. You're worthless!It takes a moment for Akechi to realize those own words didn't leave his lips. That it was Kurusu Akira talking and Akechi Goro listening. His lips feel dry anyway.]
[He's rotten. Rottenrottenrotten and Akechi-
Wants to see more.
A calculated error occurs when he does - maybe not one at all. He doesn't give a shit if he's hit. Doesn't care as long as his eyes stay fixated and set on the man in front of him. One Shot Kill hits. Strikes him. A piercing light crushing his chest in a single blow - something cracks and breaks because of it. A rib, maybe two. The Metaverse isn't here to buffer their blows and-
It hurts and he's happy. It hurts and he wants to see more. He can't breathe and he thrives. He can't breathe, so he charges forward with blade ready, Riot Gun to stun or block his companion in.]
So die, die, die, die, die, DIE ALREADY!