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TIME IS
TICKING
AWAY
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Greed makes you fragile, it distorts your morally loose perception of life and leaves your skin aching for the taste of revolution. This feeling has the capacity to control even the strongest man, bending him against his will, creating the most distorted perspective of a strong, greedy man. There has never been a time, where Shichiro felt this greed encapsulating his heart with fibres of anger and envy show on his skin because he has gotten good at hiding this trembling feeling in his ribcage. It lives there permanently now, hiding behind the bittersweet taste of childish curiosity that stuck to his heart like Laffy taffy.
He, with his hands, wrapped loosely around his wrists, greed consumed him as it did to Icarus, whom threaded too close to the sun. And like the golden boy, Shichiro is too engrossed in life's delicacies to understand how trivial materials are to humans.
there aren't any watches in hell.
From the corner of her eyes, Manami watches Shichiro's face contort into a grim liquorice grimace, and her eyebrows automatically raise out of pure curiosity. It certainly wasn't out of character for him, for a man that says deplorable things and acts like a sour child wailing for attention, no one has ever made her laugh harder than he does. Even then, he still has the ability to comprehend what it feels like to lose, and right now, he was losing quite terribly.
No one has ever made her bones ache with anger as much as he does too, but she chooses to ignore that aspect of him entirely.
"Oh you poor man," She teased and leans away from his hunched figure seated in front of her. "Feeling upset, brother?" Manami smiled emptily.
The man remained silent, sulking quietly with his lips pursed. His reaction had her heart aching, as though his skin contained acid leaking from his pores. Shichiro tugged his cerulean eyes away from the sharp questioning gaze coming from his sister, he sat there, unsatisfied by the greed that licked at his skin like flames from a primordial hellhound.
Manami cringed, "I'm sorry, Shichiro."
He doesn't respond. His eyes are busy tracing the cracks of the floor, and he decides that he hates it. The marble flooring didn't match the dark green walls, it was an absolute eyesore to him, and he didn't understand why no one has made changes to it. This cataclysmic discovery only fuelled his earth-shifting anger, and it made him want to break a hole through the walls even more.
Manami sighs placing her rook diagonally, cornering his knight, "They're going to come back soon, and if Himeno sees you sulking, she's definitely going to make fun of you for it." She said, sitting back in her seat comfortably.
His eyes widen tremendously, as though God had reached into his eye sockets and pulled his eyelids apart. Shichiro looked at his cornered knight with so much anger, almost like he wanted to flip the chessboard over.
"Holy shit, 'Nami-chan..." He curses and slid downwards in his chair. "Has anyone ever told you that you're cruel? Well, I'm telling you now! You're horrible." Shichiro insulted.
"Get better at the game then! You tell me that every time we play this, it has no impact on me anymore."
Shichiro shivers, the intensity of her cold voice made him regret insulting her in the first place. But he couldn't help it! Playing chess with his little sister was like peddling a small rowing boat in a sea of bloodthirsty and highly irritable sharks, he was setting himself up for failure. He certainly did try his very best to paddle away, but that would only delay the inevitable, and Shichiro was never one to waste time.
