𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 ~ 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓶

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"𝓑𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶"

𝒮𝑜𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝟦𝟨𝟫 𝐵𝒞 - 𝟥𝟫𝟫 𝐵𝒞

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"Again" Victor's voice echoes through the training gym. Seconds later Akutagawa's Rashomon attacks him from all sides, closing in at inhuman paces. The mortician stands there until the Rashomons are just a few meters away from impaling him.

"Come on now, I know you can do better than that, what you are doing would work on a group of thugs but not on an ability user such as the weretiger that you hate so much, you do want to beat him, don't you?" In a snap of Victor's lean fingers the shadows in the room shift into black ink like liquid, and swing at the trainees ability, cutting rashomon down with ease.

"Again, and be more creative this time"

This has been going for at least two hours now. After warming up, and setting up all the necessary precautions Victor got to the actual training, which was mostly sparing until one of them can't do it anymore.

Akutagawa looked up to his mentor, the mortician was very different when training and outside of training. His caring gentle demeanor changed to cold and sinister, the mortician's hands were pitch black fading back into his natural skin tone at the elbows. It was one of the side effects of his ability, it would take him over from the inside out, and when it did, death would be a gift from the heavens themselves. Gathering up the last bits of energy Akutagawa had, he attacked again. Rashomon twice the size of the ones before headed straight at the mortician's head. As the man swung to defend himself two spike's erupted from the ground right in front of the White-ette's attack forcing him to take a step back to not get impaled. Another similar spike shot up from behind him, nearly missing his leg. A shake of the ground beneath him, indicated that if he doesn't do something now he will be dead. The man looked into his trainees eyes, tilting his head with a smile as he disappeared into the shadows surrounding them. Akutagawa let out a low growl, not ready to lose once again, sending sharp tendrils of his ability into the shadows, in hopes of hitting the person in them. Suddenly the air changed, soft static ever so present. A voice sounded from the shadow, but it was not the voice of his current monitor, it was the very familiar, always disappointed voice of Dazai.

"That's quite enough now" The ravenette pulled back the rashomon, looking around in unease. This could not be happening, either he was going insane or Victor was playing his little mind games on him. However as he swung around to take a look at his surroundings the static seized and disappeared entirely, and the black haired man was met with the smug face of his current menor sitting on the bench and looking at him with an innocent expression.

"W-what was that?"

"It's nothing, I was just testing a theory, and turns out I was right" with a smirk the man rolling his shoulders with a crack. 

"W-what? What theory? Forweary answer me?" Akutagawa's tone was angry and impatient, he always hated these mind games that both Victor and Dazai liked to play. Why was he always stuck with mind twisting psychopaths as his mentors?

"Well for now it's for me to know, and for you to forget, but I will give you a hint. Not all enemies you will encounter will use pure strength to best you, there is a psychological aspect to fighting, and you unfortunately don't have the skill yet" Akutugawa was about to protest but stopped. He knew that the mortician was right, he had enough trauma to last him a lifetime. Sighing he looked over to the lean man lounging on the bench like a cat in the sun.

"Anything I should fix for next time?" Akutagawa asked. Victor hummed in thought

"Hmm, I would say your stance when you are fighting in hand to hand combat, but in general nothing too urgent" Victor looked up from the bench at the standing man and tilted his glasses to the tip of his nose so he could look into the younger's eyes.

"You are doing great, you have improved unimaginably. You should take pride in that, I am proud of you" A kind smile rested on the older's face, he was being genuine, no mind games or strings attached. Akutagawa stared at him, eyes wide, nails subcounsciously digging into the palm of his hand. Swallowing, he replied.

"Thank you Sir... umm, if you want I can give you a ride home" Victor smiled at his sentence, this was bloody adorable.

"No it's ok, I wanna stay here for a bit just get rid of these side effects" Victor waved his blackened hand, which was slowly but surely fading back into his usual skin tone.

"Oh ok then, have a good rest of your night" Aku turned to leave but stopped before he did "Usual time next week or do you want to move it around, i noticed you are taking more night shifts at the morgue"

"I don't know yet, how about I just text you the details when I figure them out, is that alright?" Victor leaned back onto the bench

"Yes sir"

"You know you can call me Victor, Ryuunosuke. When you call me "sir" I feel ten times older than I am" the White haired male laughed at the younger's formalities.  

"Of course... Victor" With that Akutagawa left. A small smile crept up his face, his life may be sad, but he always had Victor to make it just a bit more tolerable.

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Author note:
I have made it my personal mission to give Akutagawa the love he deserves, he is amazing and no one can convince me otherwise