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cw: blood, gore-ish description, what the fuck is happening in here STOP READING
The blood staining her dress, on the mattress, the small droplets on the floor.
Haru looks at Akechi, acknowledges the malice and violence wrapped around his heart.
He will never leave her alone. This will never end.
As long as they coexist in this world, she realizes there is no escape from the boy who her painted her world bloody and red before. Shido may have been the main perpetrator, and Akechi a victim in his own right, but a victim can easily turn victimizer.
It's all too clear now, he thrives off her reactions. A toy he will break when he is bored.
She can feel the heat brimming in her chest once more, distracting her torn skin and flesh that stings when her fingers slowly clasp around the hilt.
Her face grimaces; she grits her teeth, a strangled whine as she begins to pull metal from her shoulder. It hurts, it hurts, it hurtsโ
And it'll always hurt unless she faces him. No Joker to take the brunt of the damage and go toe-to-toe with him, no Mona to heal her, no Makoto to have Johanna brandish her with support skills.
They defeated him together before, but now she stands alone. All she has is the bonds within her and the fury to envelop and protect her, reminding her she chose her freedom and life over all.
She couldn't possibly defeat him, but she would try, and make him understand she was never to be trifled with again so easily.
Perhaps she's a little bit more like her father than she realizes. ]
We've fought side by side before, Akechi-kun. Don't forget that.
[ She cries out as she manages to pull the knife out, splattering more of her blood on the floor. The air feels worse against torn skin, but she's not losing more blood than expected. She feels somewhat dizzy, but that might be the violent delirium.
The bloodied knife stays in her hand.
No Milady, no guns, no axe. ]
If I turn away, I'll never forgive myself.
[ She takes a deep breath, taking a step toward him. ]
Besides... I think you would be sorely disappointed.
[ She doesn't need nor want his respect, but perhaps, deep down, an acknowledgement of who she really is. ]
cw: CONT
But even he can give credit where it's due. Without a healing spell to buffer, he didn't think she could stomach ripping that out. Half expected her to tumble out of the room seeking any kind of assistance.
That's what this trash is best at. Licking their wounds in the company of others.
She stands firm. So does he. Haru moves forward. Akechi stands his ground. Noir says I think you would be sorely disappointed and Crow finds a thrill in a challenge met. ]
Then shut up and finish this!
[ He pushes himself forward using the table meant to steady him and swings his knife in a downward arc towards her body, aiming for the same bleeding target as before. ]
cw: blood and violence cont
[ The nerves in her shoulder are screaming, her arm is starting to feel numb, if not for the adrenaline firing through every nerve in her body, keeping her going until this can be finished.
The dingy hotel room fades into the background as she stares down Akechi, crisp and clear, her focus never sharper or more intense these days.
Perhaps she's gotten a little too careless in this world.
Akechi slashes toward her. There's a fleeting moment in her mind, she thinks she isn't fast enough to dodge, she nearly steps back; she's never been the agile one on the team, relying on brute force and confusing enemies with her skills to strike harder.
But she's shorter than him and it's been shown a couple of times tonight that he seems to have a harder time fighting a smaller target. So Haru charges at him, ducking slightly to avoid taking a larger hit as the knife connects briefly, the sharp cut earning another anguished gasp from her.
She slams into him as hard as she can, with whatever outburst of energy she might have left, one arm wrapping around his waist to secure him as they bang into the table. This time, she keeps him in her grip, not allowing him the chance to flip her over as they collapse to the floor.
There's a loud crash, but it barely seems to register. All she can hear is her heart, like a jackhammer in her ears and her loud, hard breathing.
She releases his shirt, but her hand quickly snatches a fist full of Akechi's hair. Haru doesn't even realize how quick and decisive she is until she can feel the damp clump against her fingers, maintaining a death grip on him.
Well, maybe he should have to feel what that was like from earlier.
Cruelty isn't the point here, but it helps to get her message across.
Her legs straddle him on either side of his hips, pinning him to the hard, uncomfortable floor. ]
Mat.
[ The knife in her hand is pressed to his neck, the blade short of breaking delicate flesh. She keeps it steady, her arm poised to strike if necessary and unrelenting, but she doesn't make a move just yet.
Her blood coats part of the blade, droplets mixing with the blood on his shirt, the pools of red making it impossible to determine whose blood is whose.
So much blood spilled tonight, and for what?
Haru's burning gaze doesn't wane. She stares directly into his, not sure what she expects to see looking back at her, but forcing him to meet hers until he sees her.
Not just Noir, but Okumura Haru, the last Okumura he cannot, and will never, destroy. ]
cw: all cont INSANE TAG IM FERAL
Watching the Phantom Thieves operate in the depths of a fake casino.
Maybe he should have spared a thought for a woman turned warrior in her own right.Experienced and green all the same, they made stupid mistakes that left Akechi flabbergasted. Recovered and learned from it with same ferocity that bloomed in battle.
They operated well for a ragtag group of misfits. Easily found ways to exploit weaknesses from enemies, allow everyone a chance to shine bright.
His eyes never strayed from Joker - the rest of the thieves were a blight in his vision. Failures from them were expected. As the newest among them in truth -
Haru was still weaving herself into their little group, finding her own place on a team that should never have existed to begin with.
He hits the ground. Thinks of Aubrey and how their final meetup ended with red coating her shaking hands. He remembers it - vivid, clear and for a second, sees that same phantom blood drip from Haru's fingers. She doesn't shake.
But it's not. It isn't. There's a hand ripping at his hair and he's alive. It stings. Everything aches. A blade to his neck feels like home. His fingers grip at the base of her wrist to keep her from slicing him, but-
He almost wants it. Thinks he wants it. Lessens the force against her hand to see if that knife will dig, dig, dig into his flesh and it might. It may. When he swallows, it burns from metal carving into his Adam's apple.
There's an exasperated, crazed sort of laugh that escapes with whatever air remains in his lungs.
Mat - how obnoxious. How expected. He would applaud the theatrics of all if his hands weren't occupied on wrist and a blade that will never meet its mark now. ]
Kill me or get off.
cw: death mention
It's not the familiar comfort of her axe and how it afforded her some distance in battle once the sharp edge of it was held to a Shadow's neck. It was safe, impersonal andโ
Nothing like this at all.
Ragged, heavy breathing as her brown eyes bore into his, the knife inching just barely when she feels his wrist pushing hers back, trying to keep the edge of the blade away from his neck.
For a short spell, the pressure slackens, she doesn't expect it. Her hand might've pushed forward if she wasn't too hyper aware of where their hands sat, how their bodies mangled into one another as she sat atop him, the full weight of her trying to keep him on the floor.
And for a moment, she thinks she likes this sight beneath her. To see him at her mercy, to see him grasp who she's become, because Akechi Goro could no longer see how far any of them have come.
A faint smile tugs at the corner of her lips, but then...
"His signal is gone."
She's pulled back into Shido's ship, in the engine room, a heavy metal wall barricading her and the others as gunshots go off opposite them. They can't do anything, so they listen with heavy hearts.
Joker says something to Akechi, it doesn't make sense to Haru. There's something between them she will never fully grasp.
It makes her a little mad.
But it fills her with that sense of pity all over.
Shido's victim, just like Akira, whether he wanted to accept it or not. Now here he is, telling her to end it. She wonders what kind of life he could have had if he had met them all earlier, but on the other hand, maybe she would have been the one pinned to the floor, knife at her nape and ordering the mercy shot had things been different for her.
Her grip tightens on the handle, knuckles white as she angles her elbow, as if she might push the blade into Akechi's throat, but she takes a deep breath instead. ]
No.
[ Haru pulls the knife away and releases his hair, some loose strands entangled between her fingers. ]
I am not my father, nor am I like yours.
[ Her body feels heavy, tired. ]
... and I am not like you, Akechi-kun.
[ She slides herself off him finally, onto the blood-splattered wooden floor, too tired to move just yet. ]
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No.
She isn't Akira. Joker. And for moment, he thinks-
How many would push their blade to his neck?She isn't meant to be a thief either.
It's not strength nor virtue. She isn't any better for it. Won't gain anything because of it.
A father's corpse isn't worth another. A mother's is.
And he pushes himself up to sit, a thin burning line on his neck, a gaping wound against his shoulder. From across the room, her own injury feels like a mirror. He hopes it hurts.
With his back against a wall, he staunches a bleeding mark with a palm. Lets his head crane back to rest against it. If she didn't slit his throat a moment ago, she won't now. ]
You can act as high and mighty as you want with a team behind you, but look how quickly you turn when you're alone. You're not as different as you think you are.
[ And he wants a goddamn minute to himself, so he jets a thumb towards the door. Doesn't bother turning his head to see if she follows. ]
Go heal yourself, genius. They can call for a nurse.
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Even as they face opposite one another, nurturing their wounds, laboured breathing as they try to catch a moment's reprieve against the lessening tension, it still permeates the air.
She stares back at Akechi, as if he might get a second wind and aim for her throat this time.
But nothing happens.
And she should be glad for it, as there's a part of her nauseated over how violent this encounter had become. Even when she shuts her eyes, she can smell the blood and sweat tainting the air, the faint breeze entering through an ajar window hopeless against deep bloodstains on the mattress, the floor, her dressโ
And further down, where her fingers barely grasp it, there's a piece of Haru that doesn't feel nauseated enough. She should be more disgusted, more appalled at the frenzy.
She isn't.
"You're not as different as you think you are."
She shakes her head. It's different. Necessity. What was a girl to do alone in a room with someone whose only language was violence and threats? When she had tried to make him seeโ
That they weren't all that different in the end.
Her stomach sinks. ]
... we are not the same in ways you think.
[ Her voice is level again, but there's a hiss that follows when she slides his knife back to him across the floor with a shoulder that's feels it's been through a shredder. The knife clatters forward, some light red splatters trailing it, leading from one survivor to another.
She gets to her feet, her knees weak and shaking, clutching her shoulder.
As she walks past him toward the door, she stops in place before him, looking him over. ]
I hope you have come to an understanding, however. I am not the girl I used to be... and I am not afraid of you, Akechi-kun.
[ Her hand turns the doorknob and as she steps out: ]
If you come for me again in such a way, I will be ready.