"So, you wanna tell me why you came here again?"
"I-... need to tell you something."
"And pray tell, what would that be?"
"I was... sent to kill you."
"yeah. I know."
"Y-you do?"
"Yes. notice the lack of suprise on my face. mind getting the excuse out of the way, so I can stop interacting with you?"
"i- dont have an excuse. only the truth."
"oh, thats real damn convinent for ya. whats next, some sort o-"
"akira, my father has been forcing me to commit murders for his own political gain. every time, ive had to try to save their lives, but they end up dead either way, and i dont know why. was that the answer you wanted?"
"i- akechi.. what the hell happened?"
"i... really dont want to talk about it."
"ok... well, can you at least tell me your fathers name? yknow, for the phantom thief stuff."
"Masayoshi shido"
"..."
"akira?"
"remember when i said i wanted nothing to do with you?"
"yeah?"
"i take that back. it seems we have more in common than i once thought."
akira pulled out a tape, and inserted it into the old vrc tv.
A/N
frick im tired\
ill try to smooth this out tommorow, but until then enjoy this i guess
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Public Spite - an Akeshu/Shuake Story (Wrote by my 16 year old dumbass)
Romancewhat if. the strangest part of ones creativity stems from those two words. it holds endless possibilities. the power to ask, "what would have happened, if i just did this a bit different", and have a totally different outcome. truly, facinating. a...
