The tv flickers, before lighting up, and showing a dark sky, and an urban setting.
this is akira's past. the reason he ended up where he is. what lead him to becoming the leader of the phantom thieves, and his new life as a whole.
the man.
the woman.
the push.
the fall.
the threat.
and...
nothing.
the tape flickers off.
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"I'm... honestly not surprised. that's my father for you."
"Is he... Really that bad?"
"Akira, he tried to use me to commit MURDERS of people he didnt like, abused many that were close to him, uses everyone else around him for his own political gain, drove my mother to suicide, hell, he sees the whole damn country as his own personal slaves, all the while saying he's doing things "for the good of the country". you cant speak out or challenge him, because the ENTIRE DAMN POLICE FORCE is wrapped around his finger, even if you took him to court, he basically owns the justice system, so he gets to be the judge, jury, and executioner of any case he wants, and im telling you, if he becomes prime minister, you can kiss your ass goodbye to japan, because he'll sink the whole country as soon as he gets in power."
"..."
"The plan he gave me, was to infiltrate the phantom thieves, gain your trust, and then sell you out to the police, and murder you during the interrogation. he still thinks i've murdered over 40 people on his orders, and he plans to kill me as soon as he becomes prime minister. that's why i came to you for help. your the only person who actually cares in the slightest about me. the rest of your friends probably hate me, and i sure as hell couldnt ask futaba or haru, because i was supposed to kill their parents."
"mhm."
"W-what I'm trying to say is... I don't want you to die. I've lost too many people i love and care about- my mother, aunts, siblings, grandparents- I can't lose you too."
So please... d-dont leave me.
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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...
