It's not their only one, certainly, but Akira likes this one. There will always be something in him that can enjoy the quiet, even as enamored as Tokyo made him with bustle and noise. They go through different spots as easily as Akira goes through his masks, and it's never a bother to him; he's as happy to be caught up in the pull of Dazai's tide as he is with anything else that brings him joy.
There's no surprise during the times he is called, and there is no surprise in simply running into Dazai by chance. Whatever the occasion, Akira will always rise to meet it.
No, the surprise is only in seeing the look in Dazai's eyes. Something that was there is no longer. Akira feels a chill to recognize it, even if he can't quite recognize what feels like it's missing.]
...Dazai-senpai. [His eyes search him for any clues, anything familiar he can grasp. Many things have happened lately that are alarming, but this is...] Did something happen?
[It's such an obvious question that Akira almost hates asking it, but- he doesn't know what else to say. Not until he can collect more information. Not until he can figure out what's left him missing something.]
It seems to him that somebody had cracked open his ribcage and removed the organs protected by it; removed them, replaced them, sewn him back up before he ever knew it happened. They gave him electric shock, fried his memories and all that went with them, changing him.
This has happened before. It's of no consequence, and this too will pass, but all of that does little for him now. Dazai feels as he feels, and he feels nothing at all. There's a hole that's left behind, a void that was filled by an undefinable something - something old, and patient, mean, and above all else insatiable. Inhuman.
But he doesn't notice any of that, having always lived in this way.
He shakes his head. ]
No, nothing... Well, plenty has, but it's nothing I need to tell you of.
[ Doppelgangers and changelings and all that. And he's removed himself from all that because - ]
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It's not their only one, certainly, but Akira likes this one. There will always be something in him that can enjoy the quiet, even as enamored as Tokyo made him with bustle and noise. They go through different spots as easily as Akira goes through his masks, and it's never a bother to him; he's as happy to be caught up in the pull of Dazai's tide as he is with anything else that brings him joy.
There's no surprise during the times he is called, and there is no surprise in simply running into Dazai by chance. Whatever the occasion, Akira will always rise to meet it.
No, the surprise is only in seeing the look in Dazai's eyes. Something that was there is no longer. Akira feels a chill to recognize it, even if he can't quite recognize what feels like it's missing.]
...Dazai-senpai. [His eyes search him for any clues, anything familiar he can grasp. Many things have happened lately that are alarming, but this is...] Did something happen?
[It's such an obvious question that Akira almost hates asking it, but- he doesn't know what else to say. Not until he can collect more information. Not until he can figure out what's left him missing something.]
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It seems to him that somebody had cracked open his ribcage and removed the organs protected by it; removed them, replaced them, sewn him back up before he ever knew it happened. They gave him electric shock, fried his memories and all that went with them, changing him.
This has happened before. It's of no consequence, and this too will pass, but all of that does little for him now. Dazai feels as he feels, and he feels nothing at all. There's a hole that's left behind, a void that was filled by an undefinable something - something old, and patient, mean, and above all else insatiable. Inhuman.
But he doesn't notice any of that, having always lived in this way.
He shakes his head. ]
No, nothing... Well, plenty has, but it's nothing I need to tell you of.
[ Doppelgangers and changelings and all that. And he's removed himself from all that because - ]
It's quieter about here.