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#also has tecchou been gone for too long or is he like really pretty like REALLY
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[ID: A meme from Star Wars: Attack of the Clones with Tecchou as Anakin and Kenji as Padme. Tecchou says with a smile: “I will save Jouno”. Kenji smiles widely and asks: “From Fukuchi, right?”. Tecchou’s face is now halfway in a shadow and he has a serious expression. He doesn’t respond. Kenji’s eyes widen and he raises his hand. He asks again: “From Fukuchi, right?” End ID]
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ifellintothestyx · 3 years
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I keep thinking about that moment when Akutagawa called Atsushi "stupid".
"Stupid" which could be changed to "Idiot" and then translated to "Baka" in the anime (I'm not sure. For the sake of this post, just think about it).
So, one thought led to another:
In the aftermath of the Dracula virus, the ex-infected Port Mafia members are resting in a large infirmary. It's open for the ADA to enter and leave freely, since the building was damaged in the battle and no one wanted to cover up the huge hole in the wall. Yosano was also needed there to help tend to the wounded and check the conditions of the cured mafiosos, and she refused to do so without a member of the Agency at her side.
Akutagawa was the first to wake, which was surprising since he was turned first. He felt well-rested, like he never had before. He was always pushing himself to the limits after all, just to gain his approval. He did not have time for relaxing activities, and the only reason he slept at all was because his sister was a terrifying force of nature when she was worried.
Gin! Akutagawa immediately sat up, concern for his sister bubbling up. Vague memories of her at his side surfaced, her face contorted unnaturally in a way that sent chills down his spine from just remembering. His sister wasn't supposed to look like that. She looked terrifying at work, but at home, where it was just the two of them, the soft kindness on her face spoke louder than her pretty voice.
He was ready to bolt up from the bed to see her, when a familiar boy stepped into view.
Jinko looked exhausted at first. There were bags under his eyes, and some of the naivety in them that Akutagawa first found revolting was gone. He looked like he'd been through hell. He's starting to look like me.
When their gazes met, the relief that spread across the younger's face surprised him. It was quickly covered up as Jinko walked forward, but he could still see traces of it in the golden hue of his eyes.
"You're awake," Jinko breathed.
"Naturally. What did you expect?" Akutagawa replied, raising an eyebrow.
Jinko looked annoyed at first, then amused, and then he snorted. "I'm-I'm not sure, but, uh, are you–pfft–raising an eyebrow right now?"
Akutagawa immediately activated Rashoumon, the black demonic cloth piercing the ground beside Jinko. To his satisfaction, a brief squeak left Jinko's mouth as he stepped away.
Didn't I give away my coat?
Akutagawa's eyes widened as he reached behind his shoulder to grasp at the familiar leather. He had only just realized the coat was there, the familiar weight of it as natural as... well, not breathing, but maybe the constant ache of his lungs.
Which, now that he thought about it, was gone.
His hand trailed down to his chest, gripping the front of his shirt as he took in the first deep breath of his life without feeling the rattle in his lungs and the strong urge to cough. The feeling was so foreign, so nice, but strange, all the same, and for one bizarre moment, he wished he had his sickness back. Then, he realized he didn't have to die.
He didn't have to die anymore.
He didn't have to leave Gin, and Higuchi, and Tachihara, and Hirotsu-san, and Chuuya-san.
He didn't have to die.
"The Dracula virus, when it revived you, seemed to have fixed your lung problem," Jinko explained as he took a seat next to him. "When Yosano-sensei healed you, the effects stayed."
Akutagawa couldn't speak for a shock-filled minute. When he recovered, he turned to Jinko.
"Where is my sister?" He asked sharply. Funny, how he hadn't noticed the change in his voice before.
He realized that Jinko probably didn't know he had a sister, and opened his mouth to clarify, when Jinko snapped his fingers.
"Oh! Gin-san! Don't worry, she's here. She's just asleep," he said in a reassuring tone. "She and the others are recovering quickly. Yosano-sensei said they might wake up later in the day."
The relief of knowing his sister and his friends are all safe drowned out the strong urge to ask him how he knew Gin was his sister.
They sat in silence for a moment. Akutagawa was never good at small talk, but he could feel the tension hanging between them. The last time they had seen each other, Akutagawa been speaking through the pain in his throat, telling him to save himself. Jinko had reached out to save him, a fruitless act, but the honest concern and fear for his life had left him feeling... somewhat satisfied. Because Jinko was good, and kind, and the light that so many others seemed to rally behind and follow, and it both pleased and scared him somehow that his kindness extended to him.
"You know," Jinko started, "your last words were pretty dramatic."
Akutagawa scowled at him. "What do you mean, dramatic?" He ignored the shakiness of Jinko's voice when he said last words.
"'Idiot. Hurry up and go'," Jinko recited. The words sounded as if they were spoken more than once. Akutagawa decided not to think about the implication behind that.
"Well, you are stupid," Akutagawa said bluntly. Jinko rolled his eyes.
"How many days has it been?" Akutagawa asked.
"Three days since the last fight," Jinko answered. "Unfortunately, Fuck-you—I mean, Fukuchi escaped, but now that the Hunting Dogs are helping us, we might be able to corner him soon."
Discontentment, frustration, and anger rose up within him. That bastard isn't dead yet? And why were those Hunting Dogs helping them?
"To be honest, they aren't so bad," Jinko said. "They were just doing their jobs, after all, and Tecchou-san and Teruko-san were actually pretty nice, if you ignore Teruko-san's ranting about how she'll rip out the tendons of the rest of the Decay of Angels. Jouno-san, though, he apologized once, to both Yosano and Kunikida, then decided he was too good for any of us to speak with him. Only Dazai-san seemed to be the one getting through to him, honestly."
Tecchou? Teruko? Jouno? Who the hell were they?
"Dazai-san is back?" Akutagawa asked, shocked. He decided to ask about the other three later.
"Yes. His charges were mysteriously dropped, and now he's been pestering Jouno-san about the Hunting Dogs' methods for an hour now. Tecchou-san says he's impressed at how Jouno-san managed to keep himself from shooting him." Jinko sighed in a world-weary way.
After a long silence, Jinko spoke up again. "My name is Nakajima Atsushi."
Akutagawa blinked. "You have an actual name?"
Jinko looked irritated. "Of course I have an actual name! Did you really think I was named Jinko at the orphanage?!"
Akutagawa nodded. "Fine. You have a name. But, unless you defeat me in our battle a few months from now, I will refer to you as Jinko."
"Don't."
"Nakajinko Atsushi, then."
"I–No!"
Just then, a hilarious thought crossed Akutagawa's mind.
"Bakajinko Atsushi."
"I'm going to kill you."
"Been there, done that."
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