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bang bang.
[ six weeks.
it's been that long and somehow, shouichi was still alive.
he'd had moments of weakness; of clarity where he had wished to die.
saeko wouldn't let him. she'd refused. now he thanked her for it. because this is what he had wanted, even if he hadn't known exactly what this was. and while it was a nightmare; while it made him so sick he could barely breathe, he'd asked for it. he wanted saeko so much that he had come to accept this reality as a necessity. after the first couple of weeks, the crying and muffled screams eventually stopped. he resolved to become strong.
shouichi both faltered and thrived under pressure. while undercover in the mafia he had adapted to the environment. this had become no different. dire circumstances meet dramatic shifts. as a person who already carried an unhealthy amount of stress, this atmosphere had somewhat fried his emotional circuits. with the unmanageable overload of anxiety, he's developed a facial tick. it happened about a week and a half ago and shows no signs of letting up. he's becoming less self-conscious about it as the days pass.
they found an old jeep at an abandoned base. with a little bit of re-wiring it was up and running. maybe soon he can figure out how to change the engine from being gas-powered to electric. maybe even solar. his hands shake and his finger slip and get cut frequently while working on projects, but it doesn't bother him all that much. he's doing it for saeko, so nothing else really matters.
when they'd met with saya-san and hirano-san, he'd been given an m-16 with a silencer from the evidence locker of an abandoned police station. in whatever time he had free, he studied it inside and out. in the last few days he'd started to re-learn some of the shooting technique he'd learned during millefiore basic training. this firearm was set to become both a part of him and his best friend.
and as the sun rises, shouichi sits on the ground with his back against the front passenger side tire, dutifully cleaning the gun. ]
it's been that long and somehow, shouichi was still alive.
he'd had moments of weakness; of clarity where he had wished to die.
saeko wouldn't let him. she'd refused. now he thanked her for it. because this is what he had wanted, even if he hadn't known exactly what this was. and while it was a nightmare; while it made him so sick he could barely breathe, he'd asked for it. he wanted saeko so much that he had come to accept this reality as a necessity. after the first couple of weeks, the crying and muffled screams eventually stopped. he resolved to become strong.
shouichi both faltered and thrived under pressure. while undercover in the mafia he had adapted to the environment. this had become no different. dire circumstances meet dramatic shifts. as a person who already carried an unhealthy amount of stress, this atmosphere had somewhat fried his emotional circuits. with the unmanageable overload of anxiety, he's developed a facial tick. it happened about a week and a half ago and shows no signs of letting up. he's becoming less self-conscious about it as the days pass.
they found an old jeep at an abandoned base. with a little bit of re-wiring it was up and running. maybe soon he can figure out how to change the engine from being gas-powered to electric. maybe even solar. his hands shake and his finger slip and get cut frequently while working on projects, but it doesn't bother him all that much. he's doing it for saeko, so nothing else really matters.
when they'd met with saya-san and hirano-san, he'd been given an m-16 with a silencer from the evidence locker of an abandoned police station. in whatever time he had free, he studied it inside and out. in the last few days he'd started to re-learn some of the shooting technique he'd learned during millefiore basic training. this firearm was set to become both a part of him and his best friend.
and as the sun rises, shouichi sits on the ground with his back against the front passenger side tire, dutifully cleaning the gun. ]
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Sounds rather generous, actually. [ watching saeko murder these soulless bastards was like witnessing the creation of divine art. each movement was beautiful and each lick of her lips makes him bite down on his own. ] 10 o'clock --
[ bang bang bang.
shouichi can't really begin to think back to the time when he hesitated to use a firearm. it was really quite exhilarating. when he fired rounds it felt like it was truly the only time he could hear his own thoughts.
two went down, bullets square in their foreheads. ]
Gotcha.
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more. her sword slices off a rotting limb like butter, she swings around knocking off its head and kicking the corpse down. (more). four more fall in her wake.
more.
the feeling was electric. that rush as her blade met flesh, the crack of the bone-- and even though they were dead, they still reacted. not to pain, but to the frustration that their hunger wouldn't be sated. they wouldn't be able to touch her, not with her skills and shouichi at her back.
haha.
she would eat them all up.
a rain of bodies crashing onto the asphalt.
only one remained.
she turns, her back towards the corpse, its teeth gnashing in anticipation for flesh, its knees bend, ready to lunge forward. ]
Would you like to finish it, or shall I?
[ the last shot is the best shot. ]
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he laughs.
for once, he felt confident and good at something.
who ever would have thought it would be shooting zombies.
it was selfish to take the last shot, he knew that...
but he felt like he really needed it.
nevertheless, it still needed to be decapitated. ]
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the satisfying splatter.
her body trembles, high on the sweet adrenaline. aaaaah. splendid. marvelous. and she saw it, heard it in the melody of his laugh. he felt it too.
she swings her blade, rotten juices flying off the metal to make patterns on the cement before returning to its sheathe. heels click on the pavement as she closes the distance, returning to shouichi, arms wrapping around his shoulders and lips finding his eagerly, riding the rush of excitement.
this was life.
this was love.
she can't stop smiling. ]
Good morning, Shouichi.
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saeko was perfect. how could his life be so terrifying and so beautiful at the same time? his hands against her hips, he returns her kiss, deeply, though still laughing. ] Haah.
Th-that's more like it. [ tic. ] Good morning, Saeko.
So.
About breakfast.