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"ayo suga,
do you remember when we came here three years ago?
when you and i were always at each others' necks,
the walls, bathroom tiles, and veranda were all colored blue."

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  • (shuake, canon divergent) | the private life of a private detective

Three months after Shido's confession and Akira's release, Goro Akechi attempts to rewrite himself in the Czech Republic.


when he comes to, there's rain dripping down one side of his face, mixing with the blood and spit dribbling down his chin and staining the perfect white of his uniform-- soaked, ripped in most places, nothing like the pristine detective prince he had worked so hard to become. it smells moldy, like old trash, almost stomach-curling, but goro's become a part of the mess, his back slouched sloppily against the brick wall of the dark alley he's been left in, hands cold and gloveless in the rain.

his mind is still elsewhere, his ears numbed by the blare of distant sirens and white noise. he might have given into the lure of the heavy weights upon his eyelids had he not been nudged back into consciousness by a perfect leather shoe that juts him in the ribs, sending a stream of pain shooting through his entire body. he tries to groan, but it comes out as a splutter, the heavy taste of blood filling his mouth to the brim as it escapes his lips, joining the pool of rainwater that streams down his chest, piercing through his clothes. goro looks into the eyes of niijima sae, who stands tall above him, sharing her umbrella with his downtrodden body.

"look at what you've become, akechi goro." he barely registers her voice, scoffs once he deciphers her words.

"what do you mean? i've always been this... this--" <i> worthless.</i>

jul 24 2017 ∞
nov 23 2018 +