reapertoire | KILL LOG; MAKOTO

[the list of names he's ticking off is a surprise to her, she expected something different. But she knows in her heart, none of those people were killed by Akira. She feels like there may be something else there, like...

No. She can't say it, in case they are looking at this from two different angles, and she'd never want anything she said or did to be used to hurt Akira.

She'd figure it out, though she can't help but notice the magatama. The trial that caused her the most anguish of them all, the first...]

He didn't...

[her voice is soft, passionate, and she watches him. She knew that, perhaps, she should have expected as much. But she'd wished she'd never believed in their friendship.

It hurts worse, knowing that he's reduced her to a pawn in some sick game between him and Akira.]

Conflict made up of your own grievances, taken out on someone else? Without proof of anything you're claiming?

This isn't a story!

[ And he loses it.

Maniacal laughter resounds throughout the shopping center, and suddenly he is reminded of how big his stage is. It's not Shinjuku, but there are so many ways he could make this fun, so many different ways he could make this hurt. Characters like him aren't opposed to violence. It's just how they're written. ]

Didn't anybody tell you? Oh, that's right. Akira doesn't tell anybody anything.

Akira LIES!

[ He teleports once more, immediately closing the distance between them to throw a jab at her chest. ]

[She thinks first, casts stones later. Because if she's not careful with the teleporting, she'll be outclassed. Especially without Anat to protect her. She has to weave back, buying herself a little bit of time, but not much.

But that lets her look for an opening, any opening to strike.]

You don't have the right to say that! You lied to me this whole time, you stupid asshole!

Aww, don't be like that, babe. We had so much fun together.

[ She's not bad. He knew that. That's good. This is fun. Ah, this is so much fun...

A seasoned fighter, one who's sparred with him for a while longer might tell that he's not giving it his all. And why would he? The night's just getting started. Sure, he'll let her get a hit in. Between the flurry of attacks he throws at her, he doesn't expect too much. ]

After all, where was the lie? I like you, Makki. I really do. From your cute laugh to your short skirt... and everything in it!

[she may not have sparred with him... but she's fought before, and she can tell: he isn't perturbed by her. He isn't bothered by her punches.

Something... is seriously wrong.

She really, really wished she had Anat right now. But more importantly, she knows she's in trouble. Between him and Velvet, getting out of this is going to be hard, but she's got to try.]

Don't. You. Dare.

[she jumps back, knowing that any space she creates could be covered instantly. But she's got to try.]

[ Each blow that connects with his body hurts without his Master's parameters, but not by much. A spirit is still stronger than a human. But at the sound of her threat, he pauses their fight to admire her. That defiance, that grace, you're loved you'relovedyou'relovedyou'reloved— ]

Ooh, feisty! I like that. Since you're dying here and now, I'll answer your question for you.

"Is it justice if I kiss Makoto Nijima?" To that, I say yes. I think it's justice. I do. Because it's justice to me, who lost everything. Eleanor. Eleanor.

[maybe it's just the fact that the fight is wearing on her, or maybe it's that she can understand, in a weird way, how a snap like this could happen, but she punches him extra hard for that.]

I have nothing to do with Eleanor, and I am not some pawn in your grudge against Akira.

[she exhales. Anat, where were you when she needed you? was she really that helpless without a persona?]

You-- [betrayed her. for this.]

[ He hits a nearby store front, cracking the display, but staggers just a bit as he recovers. It hurts. It's good. Makes him feel more like a dead man walking. ]

Now, now, don't sell yourself short. I'm an outlaw. You're a cop. Isn't this what you've always wanted? To be yourself and die fighting. Me too. Me too.

Ah... I've tried to be useful all my life, too...

[ Suddenly, he throws a punch.

It's a feint. He sweeps down and kicks her in the gut. ]

[She feels all her breath forced out of her, while at the same time, pain radiates from her gut up her entire body. She stumbles back, collapsing to one knee.

He's so strong, and she... Doesn't want to die. Not again.

But she knows she's at a disadvantage.

She's got to get up-- got to... She forces herself to stand, but she's off balance, obviously hurt.]

You... Aren't fighting me... as myself. You're lying to me-- more than Akira ever did.

Mm...

[Well, that's because he's a professional liar. Didn't she get the memo? But oh, her tenacity is so beautiful. Like a flower blooming in the wilderness...

How strange. The doppelganger within him is long gone, but he's sure he's heard that phrase before.]

You're just like her. You try to be perfect when you're not. You feel inadequate. You are frustrated.

[A zap of light and the distance between them is zero.]

But your heart is so pure...

[A hand traces the space between her breasts, grabs her shirt—]

[Another zap.

He slams her hard against a nearby wall.]

You believe in others when you know you shouldn't. [he breathes down her neck.] You care. And you love so much...

[A thumb traces Makoto's lips, pries them open. Oh, Eleanor. When he closed his eyes, it's almost as if he can see her again.

So he does—

And kisses Makoto hard.]

[She can't breath, again, and her head is killing her now after the sound she vaguely recognizes must have been hitting the wall. In fact, she's seeing two. Her mask has landed somewhere a bit away, though she hardly recognizes it's gone.

She tries to catch her breath, when suddenly he kisses her, pushing her back against the wall, a painful sensation in and of its own right. In a panic, she brings her knee to his gut, and then to his groin.

Her hands frantically move to push him away and to fight for her freedom.

Get. away.]

[ Why does pain exist? The force he feels in each blow is a nuisance that only makes him grab her by her neck and her tongue, moaning in twisted delight, tasting every inch of what Akira must have had. And in this game, he had it all.

That's not fair.

Everything hurts when he lets go. He staggers, a little off balance, but the glint in his eyes tells her he hasn't given up.]

Haha... Let's end this.

[ He grabs her by her shirt again, right between her breasts—where Eleanor's scar used to be—and teleports once more.

This time, she's thrown onto the floor.

If her eyes are still open, she might find his raising a tight fist.

He wears a smile. ]

Sorry, Makoto. I guess justice is blind.

[ With one swift punch, he knocks her out. ]

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You-- How dare you...! You sick, twisted...!

[She starts to lunge forward, looking to strangle him.

AND-- well.

at least she tried. even if she wants murder him now, too.

mutual murdering.]

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Haha...

[ He's almost done. Just a few more steps to go. Ah... he's so close.

He is sick. He is twisted. But he wasn't always like that.

This world is beautiful... but people made him like this. ]

[ Then, a warm smile and a sweet voice: ]

Mary, you can come out now!

[ It's scary how he can change in the blink of an eye, but he is not afraid.

Mary will come to him. Right now, right here, that is the only truth he can believe in. ]

[And he isn't wrong. Mary hadn't gone very far away, only ducked around the nearest corner, so when she hears him calling for her she comes running.]

Did it go okay?

[Her face is still splotchy from crying, but for Assassin, she brightens her expression into a merry smile. How can she be sad about what she lost when he has so much to give her to fill that emptiness?]

Yeah! Man, you got 'em good, Mary! Oh, I'm so proud of you...

[With no one else but Velvet to witness them, he can finally wrap his arms around her and pat her head.]

[He's going to get blood all over himself but Mary doesn't even think about it as she returns his embrace fiercely. Proud, proud, proud, he said he was proud! Proud of her! There's no way she can't do everything now that she has that buzzing around her brain. This was all worth it, after all.]

What do we do now, Shinshin?

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Weeeell, we still got a long night ahead of us! First, we gotta get their hearts.

What do you mean?

[She's not following yet. He's probably going to have to demonstrate.]

[He offers his hand.]

Do you still have the knife I told you to keep?

Of course!

[She hadn't needed it with Ichigo, since she used her psych, but that doesn't mean she didn't keep it. She pulls it out of where she stashed it on her person, and hands it over.]

Good girl. [With a smile, he casually rips Makoto's blouse open.] Now, you don't have to look if you don't want to. It's kind of gross!

[Regardless of whether she looks away or not, he twirls his knife and stabs Makoto's chest. The blade carves out the flesh, and soon there is just enough room for him to stick his hand in.]

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actually I'm done

screeeeams

cw: assassin

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