catch-all: akira.

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[but Akira doesn't react (though how much of that is due to his usually calm demeanor and not his lingering morning grogginess is up in the air) to having a weapon pointed at him at all. instead, he dips his hands into his pockets, squares his shoulders, and stares down the barrel of that gun to meet Akechi's gaze with his own]

[and then he squints]

. . . you're still mad at me. . .

[HE STILL DOESN'T KNOW WHY]

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So you noticed.

[The lack of reaction is, of course, absolutely infuriating. He hates him so fucking much. He can't even give him the satisfaction of acting like he's concerned about having a weapon aimed at him. What a piece of shit! His smile grows sharper, and he narrows his eyes as he cocks the gun.]

Then, answer this question for me. Do you intend to back out of our agreement?

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[. . . that's when Akira starts to feel the tension coil around his muscles, back straightening and heart thrumming a little more quickly in his chest. but still, he doesn't move. he doesn't look away. he doesn't back down]

No.

[his response is quick and firm, and now he is giving Akechi a puzzled look]

What the hell gives you the idea that I might want to?

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... What the hell gives me that idea? [He exhales, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff.] Is that your idea of a joke?

[Haha! He's not laughing. The smile on his face starts to slide off, just as he starts to look more visibly pissed off.]

You can't be this foolish. How could you be so successful while being so dense?!

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[there is a time and a place for being a snarky little asshole (Akira's first instincts, when it comes to Akechi's temper tantrums) and a time and a place to be calm and serious. unfortunate. . . now is one of the latter times, and Akira lifts both of his hands, palms facing forward as he continues to speak]

Akechi.

[USE YOUR WORDS YOU GIANT CHILD, he thinks to himself, but he doesn't say that aloud. because GUN. Akira is an idiot, but not that much of an idiot]

Why are you angry at me?

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[...

Oh, for fuck's sake.]

You're serious.

[For! Fuck's! Sake! The realization sure does take the wind out of his sails, which... Might be a good thing for Akira, actually? Because it looks like he's a little less likely to try and blow his brains out. Just a teeny bit, really. Doesn't mean Akechi will lower the gun, though. The gun stays.]

I cooperated when you asked me to return to the Billiards Room with you. I upheld my end of our deal. [Slowly, like he's explaining to a child.] So tell me why, exactly, you refused to return the favor when I requested your help in turn?

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[the gun stays. the gun is a pal!! Akira is acutely aware of the gun's presence. maybe Akechi should point a gun at Akira more often because it means he is less likely to make stupid jokes]

[at any rate, Akechi gets a puzzled look in return. and Akira's response is, perhaps, a bit defensive]

What? When did I refuse--

[he didn't refuse!! he didn't!! not to his knowledge]

[but he does cut himself off suddenly, mouth snapping shut as understanding washes over his features. his arms fall to his side]

Oh.






You're mad about the foot pun.

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[











AKIRA, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.]

I'm mad that you wasted my time and everybody else's! [But, like. Mostly HIS time, binch.] Do you understand what would have happened if that rat failed to give her away?!

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[OKAY. . . well. . . now he is starting to feel a little guilty, because Akechi made that request right around the time he was beginning to suspect Michiru, and Lio dragged in the "Alpha Rat," and—]

[chaos]

I wasn't blowing you off. A lot was happening, and I got— distracted.

[HE REALLY THOUGHT MICHIRU WAS THE CULPRIT]

Sorry. . . I didn't mean to hold everyone up.

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[CHAOS SURE DID HAPPEN... It's understandable that things went topsy turvy around that time, but Akechi is still going to be mad about it. If there's one thing he hates almost as much as Akira himself, it's losing.

So, he stares at him when he apologizes. Stares at him a moment longer, as if trying to determine if he's being sincere or not — and then he sighs. Fine.]

By the end of this week, a murder will take place... and someone will pay for it with their life. [Slowly. Matter-of-factly. Like Akira doesn't already know this.] What will you do if a false accusation is the price to pay for yet another distraction? Will your "justice" allow it?

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[damn it, Akechi]

[in what topsy turvy world is he actually right??]

[Akira exhales sharply, gaze narrowing]

My "justice" barely allows for what's happening now. [. . .] For what happened to Nikki-san, who really did take someone's life.

Of course it wouldn't stand for a false accusation, or a false conviction. You really think I don't know the stakes?

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[...]

If you know the stakes, then I suggest you act like it. I won't be so lenient the next time you fail to uphold your end of our agreement.

[And with that, he finally lowers the gun... only to immediately take it apart in a series of practiced motions. Did Akira think the gun was actually loaded? If so, surprise! It wasn't. :')

He just had to be dramatic.]

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[DICK]

[nevertheless, Akira relaxes]

[and then strides forward quickly, reaches out, and grabs Akechi by the nose to YANK IT AS HARD AS HE CAN]

You could stand to gain a sense of humor, you know.

[Akira copes with bad jokes plz let him be a clown!!!]

But I won't let mine interfere with our deal. Promise.

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[Hm.

Akechi tenses up despite himself when Akira strides forward, and then





he squawks.

VERY UNCOOL OF YOU, CROW.]

You—!

[Remember the gun, Akira? The one Akechi is still, technically, holding in his hand? Good! Because he's going to try and smack him on the head with it. LET GO OF HIM!!!]

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[NO!!!]

[guess who saw that coming: Akira did!! and with his PHANTOM THIEF REFLEXES, he lifts his arm to block Akechi's before that pistol can make contact with his head]

[and in the same motion, he ducks low, pivots on his heel, and attempts to knock Akechi's balance out from under him in a sweeping kick]

[here they are again, but this one is Akira's fault]

1/2

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[This one is absolutely Akira's fault and JUST WHEN AKECHI WAS TRYING TO EMPHASIZE TEAMWORK!!! Terrible.

He avoids the kick, jumping out of the way and taking a couple of steps back as he regains his footing, trying to stay out of Akira's reach. The gun is still in his hand, and absolutely useless for shooting, which means it's totally going to be used as a projectile here. He draws his left arm back, taking aim and—]

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[Uh.

Hm.

Maybe throwing a little too hard, considering the fact his arm is going to pop off right at the shoulder and go flying across the room.

That's.................... probably fine???????]

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[it's okay, Akechi. because you aren't the only one with problems with sudden limb loss]

[the kick is a graceful, precise one, if not a little too forceful. because mid-swipe. . . his leg pops off right at the knee and also goes flying across the room]

[like a leggy boomerang]

[only instead of coming back, it lands on the ground and flops over. and after a moment of stillness, hops up again and just. . . bounces out of the gun room doorway. BYE BINCHES]

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[Well, at least their limbs are getting along! Akechi's arm sure is going to twitch when it hits the ground, before flipping itself palm down and gunning it after Akira's leg.

......................................... Ttttttttime to run after it BYE AKIRA GOOD LUCK]

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-- wait!

[DON'T LEAVE HIM BEHIND????]

[don't mind Akira who is just going to hobble and hop forward while using the wall as balance so he too can give chase to their wayward limbs]

[which]

[as soon as they reach the edge of the underground lake]

[yeet themselves right into the water, Akira's leg diving in first]

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[Yeah. That sure is his left arm tossing itself into the watery void! How nice.

Akechi is just going to stare into the void for a long moment after it's gone.

...]

This is your fault. Take responsibility.

[YOUR JERK.]

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[bright side. . . they float?]

[Akira manages to hobble his way to the lake's edge a few seconds after Akechi, reaching out to steady himself on the detective's good shoulder once he gets there. he stares at the abyss of the lake with a dead-eyed expression]

. . .

I think this is the mansion's way of telling use we're not doing a great job of not fighting.

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[GIVING HIM

AN INCREDULOUS LOOK.]

Us? [Excuse you??????] I was doing quite well for myself until you ruined it.

[He didn't start this one!!!!!! Somehow. Miraculously. Against all odds.]

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[OPENS HIS MOUTH TO ARGUE, BECAUSE LIKE, YOU POINTED THE GUN AT HIM AKECHI]

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[and then just. deflates]

Let's just focus on getting your arm and my leg back. There are boats around here, right?