pheasantboy | [ic] all the voices mistaken

In the end, they got Ren settled into bed, with a glass of water and his phone—though a big part of Akechi would have been far more comfortable if that glass was a sippy cup. He wanted to stay, to be on hand, but he didn't need to be told crowding Ren wouldn't be for the best. And he can be on hand just as well downstairs in the park as in his apartment.

So here he is, sitting on a park bench with his head in his hands, having vaulted the closed park gate as if he's done it a thousand times before—which may not even be untrue. Besides his fear for Ren, the things he's learned rotate in his head. He notices his episodes, now—that never happened before. And this thing Ren believes he did... what can it have been? Something everyone but him knows about, clearly. Something bad enough to make them hate him? Even to kill him?

Perhaps not coincidentally, he's sitting on the same bench another Akechi was feeding the birds from, long ago. The bag of breadcrumbs he forgot earlier has vanished, as if it never was.

Threaded | Flat

Yet again Ren emerges from the zoo with his hands covered in scratches and the sleeves of his overshirt torn, only to find an Akechi sitting on that same damn bench. But before the complicated hatred and hurt That Akechi causes can really bubble to the front of his mind, he takes in the posture and the hint of sweater vest he can see beneath the jacket and comes to a different conclusion.

"Hey, man," he calls as he approaches, as much not to startle Akechi as anything else. Ren fucking hates being startled. "Been a while."

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