Luckily(?) for Akira, Akechi immediately tries to scramble for the notebook. This means he doesn't notice Akira moving his leg until it's too late, and, yeah. Success!]
[Haha, uh. How well are Akechi's arms pinned right now? Because if he manages to wiggle one arm free, he will absolutely take a swing at his face instead of offering an answer like a big boy. :) If not, then enjoy a gross wad of spit somewhere on his person — preferably the face.
Akechi yelps when Akira grabs his leg, losing his balance and immediately eating shit. Goodbye, chin! Akira might want to watch out, though, because he will follow up by jerking his leg in an attempt to fucking kick him.]
[HE IS. . . almost getting kicked in the face, but not quite, if only because he's hanging onto that leg with a VICE GRIP. and then pulling Akechi towards him]
Akechi, for crying out loud, instead of running away from everything, for once in your life can you just look at me--
[He almost digs his fingers into the floor, before realizing that's stupid. Akechi will try to flip himself over instead, if only so he can immediately aim a kick at Akira's face with his other leg.]
Shut up! Don't talk as if you understand me, you piece of shit!
[Akira barely ducks underneath that kick, now throwing himself on top of Akechi to try and keep him pinned again, to try and grab him by the collar and pull him close]
For the last time, you stupid fucking asshole, that's because you won't let me. . .!
[Is Akira sure he wants to pull Akechi close? Is he really sure? Because, hm. Alright. That can happen. He can get a front row seat to how absolutely livid Akechi looks, as he spits out—]
—I don't need you!
[And now that they're close, he will just, uh. Headbutt him.
[well, he has no one to blame for this but himself, right?? he is far too close to dodge, so he's getting headbutting in the fucking forehead. with a startled and pained noise Akira, jerks back, his grip on Akechi's shirt loosening very briefly as his free hand shoots to his now aching, now very bruised forehead]
[. . .]
[but then his grip tightens, his own expression flashing, and he shoves against Akechi to pin him against the ground on his back]
[Headbutting him was maybe a mistake, seeing as how it stuns Akechi long enough that he doesn't quite manage to slip away before Akira's grip tightens. He braces himself, ready to kick and punch his way out of this again, and then
Akira kisses him.
And Akechi goes completely and utterly still, his eyes wide as he just stares at him, uncomprehendingly.]
[... For a moment it feels like he's about to relax into it, and then he regains enough presence of mind to plant his hands on Akira's chest and shove. Though, not with the intent to continue this fight because, uh. Haha, what the fuck? What the fuck!!! The mansion is now cursed. Sorry, Master Blue.]
[THE MANSION IS NOW CURSED, I'M SO SORRY MASTER BLUE]
[it's not a particularly good kiss. it's sloppy and angry and super rough, without any ounce of tenderness at all. if anything, it's an extremely frustrated (and perhaps a bit desperate) kiss, and Akira easily breaks it once Akechi shoves against him]
[he rocks back, still sitting on Akechi's legs, expression still pinched in tight anger as he lifts a hand to his mouth and wipes at it with his knuckles]
[and he stares down at Akechi without saying anything, like?? he expects him to just?? understand what that meant???]
[Yeah, uh. Haha. Akechi has no idea what the fuck he's supposed to do with this.
Now that Akira has pulled away, he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, letting his knuckles rest over his lips as he just, hm. Understands even less than he did before. But, hey! Akira got what he wanted, technically. Akechi isn't trying to beat the shit out of him anymore. He's perfectly still as his brain gently frizzles out on him.
Akira isn't saying anything, though, so it takes Akechi a couple of seconds before he speaks up.]
What— [A little rough, tone wavering slightly before he clears his throat and corrects it.] What the hell was that?
[What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, ad nauseam. Can they go back to punching each other? That was easier to understand.]
[oh thank christ it worked. Akira feels some of his own tension seep away as Akechi doesn't push or kick or punch back at him. he releases some of the pressure he was using to keep Akechi pinned, giving him a bit more room to move. god]
[what the fuck indeed. does Akira fully understand why he reacted the way that he did? no, not really!! does he want to date Akechi? fuck to the no. does he want to punch his face in like, all the time?? yeh. does he want to kiss him a little bit? . . . maybe???]
[sometimes your feelings are complicated, and sometimes your rival just won't calm down and talk to you and understand that you care no matter how many times you try to put into words. and sometimes, actions are so much more effective]
It's not about need.
[he knows he's reiterating something he's already said before, but maybe it'll be all the more potent after an angry smooch? maybe]
It's about want, and for the last fucking time I care about you you stupid, thick-headed, volatile and violent douchebag.
[. . . and finally, he lets go of the front of Akechi's shirt]
Akira lets go of his shirt and releases some of the pressure, however, so he immediately moves to try and slip out from under him. At least, for the moment, it doesn't look like he will try to grab the notebook instead. It's still safe and sound in the corner of the room, where Akira dropped it.]
... Go to hell.
[It lacks any of the bite from earlier. He's... had enough.]
[HOW!!! DOES HE MAKE HIMSELF!!! ANY MORE CLEAR!!!]
And what if people want you? Not like-- [gestures?? between them??? he means NOT LIKE IN THE KISSING WAY] -- but they want your company, or your companionship, or your friendship, or just. . . you.
Are you going to tell them all to go to hell, too?
[Akechi can tell Akira to go to hell as much as he wants, AKIRA IS USED TO IT. but when it comes to people like Nick. . .]
Are you going to spit on Nick's feelings for you? Like they don't matter?
Now that he's free, though, he... just kind of hunches on himself, huffing out a quiet laugh.]
... They won't want that. I have done everything to be someone people can rely on, someone they will want to be around. And I still— [...] You're the only idiot who can't tell when enough is enough.
[Glancing over to where the notebook rests, like he's vaguely tempted to throw it in the furnace.]
Phoenix-san barely knew me. Whatever feelings he had were based on conjecture.
[Phoenix only got a week's taste of the kind of person Akechi is, and then he died. So that's fine.]
[that is not fine?? that's terrible??? Akira stiffens a bit when Akechi looks at the notebook, but when he doesn't go for it, he forces himself to relax. but he is totally ready to throw down again to protect that thing from being burned or torn into pieces, don't test him Akechi!!]
Maybe you should stop being someone you think people want you to be, and start being yourself.
[. . .]
[scooting a little closer, now]
Because I think you'd be surprised how many people would prefer that.
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[STUMBLING BACK AGAIN, still trying to keep it out of Akechi's grasp]
But I'm still not letting you destroy it.
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Yeah, Akira is getting throttled.]
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[DOWN HE GOES, and the notebook goes flying from his grasp, skidding across the floor. but you know what he's doing?]
[he's hooking his good leg around Akechi's waist, shoving from his hip (not his prosthetic leg) and trying to reverse their positions]
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Luckily(?) for Akira, Akechi immediately tries to scramble for the notebook. This means he doesn't notice Akira moving his leg until it's too late, and, yeah. Success!]
—Akira, let go!
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No.
[not this time!!]
I'll ask you again: what are you so afraid of? People seeing through you? People getting to know you and understand you?
People caring about you?
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Gross.]
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[which absolutely throws him off of Akechi entirely, btw! ENJOY FREEDOM]
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Now that he's FREE, he will move as quickly as possible to across the room to grab the notebook. Thanks.]
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[guess who is throwing themselves at Akechi and trying to tackle HIM before he can stand up toe fetch the notebook]
[if you guessed Akira you're correct, he's trying to grab one of Akechi's legs to yank him back onto the ground if he can]
[this entire thread is. . . closes eyes]
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Akechi yelps when Akira grabs his leg, losing his balance and immediately eating shit. Goodbye, chin! Akira might want to watch out, though, because he will follow up by jerking his leg in an attempt to fucking kick him.]
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Akechi, for crying out loud, instead of running away from everything, for once in your life can you just look at me--
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Shut up! Don't talk as if you understand me, you piece of shit!
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[Akira barely ducks underneath that kick, now throwing himself on top of Akechi to try and keep him pinned again, to try and grab him by the collar and pull him close]
For the last time, you stupid fucking asshole, that's because you won't let me. . .!
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—I don't need you!
[And now that they're close, he will just, uh. Headbutt him.
So that's nice!]
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[well, he has no one to blame for this but himself, right?? he is far too close to dodge, so he's getting headbutting in the fucking forehead. with a startled and pained noise Akira, jerks back, his grip on Akechi's shirt loosening very briefly as his free hand shoots to his now aching, now very bruised forehead]
[. . .]
[but then his grip tightens, his own expression flashing, and he shoves against Akechi to pin him against the ground on his back]
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[and then he immediately unleashes a curse upon the entire mansion by dipping forward and fucking kissing him]
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Akira kisses him.
And Akechi goes completely and utterly still, his eyes wide as he just stares at him, uncomprehendingly.]
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[it's not a particularly good kiss. it's sloppy and angry and super rough, without any ounce of tenderness at all. if anything, it's an extremely frustrated (and perhaps a bit desperate) kiss, and Akira easily breaks it once Akechi shoves against him]
[he rocks back, still sitting on Akechi's legs, expression still pinched in tight anger as he lifts a hand to his mouth and wipes at it with his knuckles]
[and he stares down at Akechi without saying anything, like?? he expects him to just?? understand what that meant???]
[akira no]
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Now that Akira has pulled away, he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, letting his knuckles rest over his lips as he just, hm. Understands even less than he did before. But, hey! Akira got what he wanted, technically. Akechi isn't trying to beat the shit out of him anymore. He's perfectly still as his brain gently frizzles out on him.
Akira isn't saying anything, though, so it takes Akechi a couple of seconds before he speaks up.]
What— [A little rough, tone wavering slightly before he clears his throat and corrects it.] What the hell was that?
[What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, ad nauseam. Can they go back to punching each other? That was easier to understand.]
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[what the fuck indeed. does Akira fully understand why he reacted the way that he did? no, not really!! does he want to date Akechi? fuck to the no. does he want to punch his face in like, all the time?? yeh. does he want to kiss him a little bit? . . . maybe???]
[sometimes your feelings are complicated, and sometimes your rival just won't calm down and talk to you and understand that you care no matter how many times you try to put into words. and sometimes, actions are so much more effective]
It's not about need.
[he knows he's reiterating something he's already said before, but maybe it'll be all the more potent after an angry smooch? maybe]
It's about want, and for the last fucking time I care about you you stupid, thick-headed, volatile and violent douchebag.
[. . . and finally, he lets go of the front of Akechi's shirt]
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Or maybe not!
Akira lets go of his shirt and releases some of the pressure, however, so he immediately moves to try and slip out from under him. At least, for the moment, it doesn't look like he will try to grab the notebook instead. It's still safe and sound in the corner of the room, where Akira dropped it.]
... Go to hell.
[It lacks any of the bite from earlier. He's... had enough.]
I don't need or want you. I don't need anyone.
[Akira did say he was thick-headed...]
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And what if people want you? Not like-- [gestures?? between them??? he means NOT LIKE IN THE KISSING WAY] -- but they want your company, or your companionship, or your friendship, or just. . . you.
Are you going to tell them all to go to hell, too?
[Akechi can tell Akira to go to hell as much as he wants, AKIRA IS USED TO IT. but when it comes to people like Nick. . .]
Are you going to spit on Nick's feelings for you? Like they don't matter?
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Now that he's free, though, he... just kind of hunches on himself, huffing out a quiet laugh.]
... They won't want that. I have done everything to be someone people can rely on, someone they will want to be around. And I still— [...] You're the only idiot who can't tell when enough is enough.
[Glancing over to where the notebook rests, like he's vaguely tempted to throw it in the furnace.]
Phoenix-san barely knew me. Whatever feelings he had were based on conjecture.
[Phoenix only got a week's taste of the kind of person Akechi is, and then he died. So that's fine.]
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Maybe you should stop being someone you think people want you to be, and start being yourself.
[. . .]
[scooting a little closer, now]
Because I think you'd be surprised how many people would prefer that.
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