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GENESSIA PROM!

I - SETUP (12:00pm-5:00pm)

For any and all who agreed to help with the decorations, this would be the time to gather at the Hotel. A large list of assignments will be posted on the wall near the entrance, with duties including but not limited to:

1. Setting Tables, including placement of centerpieces
2. Wall and ceiling decorations, involving a lot of gossamer drapery and lights
3. Preparing the buffet table, with a mixture of hot and cold foods, as well as a separate table at the end for delectable deserts
4. Getting all necessary equipment on stage for the Live Band to perform. Sound Checks may occur throughout.
5. A side dressing room area set up exclusively for those who volunteered to take the time to get ready themselves, including special hair and makeup stations and a large rack to hang their dresses & shoes to change into later

II - HOTEL LOBBY (6:30pm onward)

Cozy and luxurious in its own right, those who arrive before Prom is scheduled to begin will be allowed to lounge in the Hotel Lobby for a spell. Meeting and greeting other early birds and partaking in a select few hors d'oeuvre made available while waiting for the doors to open

III. - PROM PHOTOS!

In the far corner of the lobby, a cute backdrop will be set up, ready for any and all couples/groups/brave souls going stag for the evening to take a memorable photograph! Selfies are welcome throughout, but for those desiring a more professional setup, Hikari Yagami will be on hand for the first and last hours of the night for "official" Prom Photos.

Smile, everyone!

IV - EATING/DRINKING

With a "bar" consisting of 90% nonalcoholic beverages--the remaining ten percent reserved for of age chaperones--and a buffet table spanning the length of the side wall, there will be no shortage of food options that night! Hot pasta dishes, cold sandwiches, fruits, vegetable platters, and a special end section devoted to some of the best sweets Genessia's bakeries have to offer!

Of course, what prom would be complete without the traditional Fruit Bowl Punch? Better get a sip in early, though...because some traditions never die, and it's not like those in charge can keep an eye on that bowl the entire night, can they?

V. - DANCE FLOOR

With a live band (Thank you, Professor!) ready to rock, you'll soon be dancing the night away, under ethereal decorations that will really make you feel like you're dancing among the stars!

In between sets, there will be a DJ spinning a mixture of slow dances, crowd favorites, and songs that'll really get the party rockin' (~~LMFAO style~~).

VI. - CHAPERONES

Because somebody's got to make sure the kids behave.

Hopefully actual adults who can behave themselves.

VII. - MINGLING/MISC.

What other shenanigans could the teens and tweens of Genessia possible get up to? The night is young, and so are they~

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Oh... [ ever see a curious smile morph into pure embarassment in .02 seconds? yeah. food on the face. yikes. he's looking elsewhere very quickly and going to grab his napkin. ren, howver, ever the gentleman is already stretching across the table like he's going to wipe his face for him. there's an instinct here, where ren's hand gets far too close to his face, where akechi starts leaning far enough in his chair to tip it and he has to grab the edge of the table quickly to prevent making this an EXTREMELY embarrassing situation instead of just an embarrassing one. ]

Ah....ha ha. Thank you very much. [ the napkin is snatched harsher than it needs to be. what the fuck, ren? he holds up one of the cleaner utensils on the table as a makeshift mirror to make sure he gets all of the escaped sauce. ]

I would like to think so. There's hardly a reason to pretend. I'm not sure getting food on my face factors into that though. Sometimes you simply get lost in thought while eating and don't realize... Not that it's a reoccurring thing.

Edited 2018-05-30 00:16 (UTC)

( it's funny. all of it. the way akechi flusters and leans back as if he's being repelled, as if ren can control his movements without even touching him. he doesn't realize how fondly he's smiling until he feels it slip from his mouth at the same moment that napkin does from his fingers. )

I see...that doesn't happen to me or anyone else I've ever met, but okay.

( a quirk from a tease, and then gone again. his stare is too heavy, too weighed against the boy across from him to keep a light smile on his mouth at the moment. )

Akechi.

( ren sets his fork down, a soft clink lost in the music behind them. there's a firmness to his expression that betrays the softer quality of his tone before his gaze shifts away. he sounds almost distracted when he speaks, like his words are being directly streamed from his conscious as he thinks. )

Earlier, you were talking about honesty. You made it sound as if it's something you hold in high regard. ( his voice lowers an octave, darker and more serious as his head tips down a bit. ) But you understand why that itself is difficult for me to believe. I'm sure.

( ...he lets that hang between them for a few solid seconds, and then brings his full attention back. more towards neutral again. less angry, less bitter. )

Nonetheless, I want to take advantage of honest Akechi, and ask him why he agreed to an invitation he knows I pulled out of my ass.

Not all of us have many thoughts.

[ ren's invasion of personal space here is becoming unfortunate. there's no proper way of dealing with it and he's either froze or tried to avoid it so far. he must be so touchy with his actual friends, slinging arms around each other and whatnot. ]

[ he puts the fork and napkin down, folding his hands in front of him on the table and smiling back at him while feeling the weight of a stare, like he's being judged. ]

Amamiya.

[ he is being judged. of course, it's difficult to believe a liar when he speaks of truth. but it was something he had to become to do what needed to be done... what he thought needed to be done, anyway. he doesn't expect ren to ever really buy into anything he says at this point. akechi nods at him, in agreement. yes. you can be sure about that. he knows why. it's a neutral expression he's wearing, patient. ]

It was mostly curiosity at how the thought had even crossed your mind to give one. It warranted further investigation and I wanted to go anyway. Perhaps I'd see if you'd try to rationalize your spur-of-the-moment decision instead of ever asking whatever it was you backed down on.

Edited 2018-05-30 06:59 (UTC)

( ren watches that neutral expression with his own, passivity that speaks nothing of the sparking memories these conversations ignite in him of their previous interactions, for which ren was both present and yet, entirely absent from. flashes of feeling and pieces of words that ren can barely pull from the recesses of his mind, like trying to snatch scraps of a dream.

A lie...od thing...lea-- to a bet...ome...I want y-- th...My type...est people...

the rest is even worse. a familiar room and brief pulses of anger that are unfiltered and untamed; unbridled laughter, a blink of fear, twisted expressions.

Tu...très vil--...anger you carry...do well to rel-- it...crow.

You don't count as one of my sins. )

Rational...I do actually believe the others would like to see us getting along. ( it wasn't a lie. but it wasn't the reason, either. ren looks down at his hands, a bit surprised to find tight fists in their place. he takes care to loosen them slowly. ) It's me who isn't sure about that. From the beginning, the most rational thing was to leave each other alone, right?

( but they don't. neither of them. there are logical reasons for this - both of them have their uses here, and ren wonders if that was his reason for making attempts to interact with akechi before. there's so much he can't remember and it frustrates him, because the only things he can remember are the evidence pieces to why he and akechi shouldn't have any business beyond a gun or a knife between them.

ren opens his mouth, closes it...opens again. )

I backed down because I'm not sure what will happen if we keep doing irrational things. You say you don't have a reason to pretend anymore, but...

( but what if he finds one again? even without shido here flinging orders around, that malice was real, that came from within - akechi didn't need to be told to hate him. what does he really know about akechi, anyway? how much is he putting at stake if he makes further attempts to know him, and to show more of himself?

regardless of whether or not he receives an answer, ren pushes from his seat with a terse little breath. )

I just need a minute. I'll be back.

( it might be easier to think about this without akechi directly across from him. )

Have they implied as much to you? [ it goes without saying they speak about him. just conversations about what to do about the akechi situation. he wonders what they say exactly. how willing they really are to speak positively about him in private. "he's an untrustworthy piece of shit but go easy on him." ]

Depending on how you approach the problem, it would be. It's rational to subscribe to keeping your friends close and your enemies closer. But it's also rational to avoid me completely.

[ but however rational the latter is, neither of them would go for it. they'd always choose the former. it could be rational. there's reasons for it. to stay together because of how well they work instead of staying apart and letting the other operated with half the available resources. like great rivals in his books working together temporarily because something is bigger than the both of them... ]

But...? [ he waits. he waits and waits in a minute that feels far too long and then ren's backing down again. so frustrating. akechi's just angry about it. leaning back in his chair and looking elsewhere because watching ren walk off after he stood up is going to piss him off further. ]

[ he waves a hand at him in a slight shooing gesture. okay. go think. the breath he takes in himself is deep and exhaled through his nose quickly after. ] Alright. Take your time. [ the words are hollow. ]

( akechi isn't the only one frustrated here. ren isn't used to this at all. the hesitation, the uncertainty - the reason he's the damn leader in the first place is because he never seems to have issues with these things. ren's heart is steady and he never loses sight of his goals, he always knows the right path. maybe not the most conventional way of reaching its end but he always knows which path.

akechi though...akechi. )

Goddamnit.

( he removes his glasses to rub at his eyes, pressing away the pulsing threat of a headache, and after a moment, just leaves his hand over his eyes as he thinks.

what he's doing now...is really no different from inaction, isn't it? and to ren, nothing is worse than that. the choice here is will he continue interacting with akechi, or won't he? and since he already knows the answer to that (is really kind of pathetic when it comes to how predictable his choice is), the question then becomes what is he interacting for. if it's for information, then that's what he needs to think of it as. and if more of himself or akechi spills along the way then...he can deal with it. like he's always done for everything. he can adapt. he can keep distance. no matter what akechi says, ren can always come back to the fact that he knows akechi's true nature behind those little smiles.

he just has to be careful.

another sigh, longer now and some mix of resigned and resolved. when he slips his glasses back on, it's with the intent to head back into the metaphorical lion's den, but on the way ren is - inevitably - distracted by a teary girl and her mildly-stained dress. )

( it's nearing thirty minutes by the time ren finally returns, and in all honesty, he's surprised akechi is where he left him. wouldn't have blamed him in the least if he got up and left - might have been a little relived by it, actually.

but he's here and so ren has to find his balls in this dress and act on his decision. he starts by throwing up a casual little smile and using what is undoubtedly akechi's favorite greeting from him by now. )

Hey.

( hey. )

...Waiting on someone? ( ahaha... ) Must be a real asshole...

[ he's waiting. waiting and fuming and getting increasingly annoyed with himself -- no, ren. it's all ren's fault - that he's sitting here. there's finger tapping on the table with his head propped up on his hand. he should be enjoying a party and instead he's waiting on a coward who won't just spit out his questions and akechi is too prideful to offer answers without prompting so they're just going around in circles. it's sickening. why is he doing this? this isn't worth anything. he doesn't even know what he's doing. he should leave. go ...engage with someone else. where's futaba? futaba isn't as frust-- oh, she has a date. takamaki probably went as a unit with sakamoto since he lost his. that would make sense.

not that he wants to hang out with any of them. does he actually know other people? shit.

he gets up during the time but doesn't go too far. he just gets himself something to drink. coffee... none left. tea. he has tea and that's fine, he supposes, because he feels like he's antsy. the only other option is that punch and he's not an idiot. other people are idiots and drop several IQ points. people are clumsy and he's wearing white. he regrets his entire decision to stray from the table.

so he ends up back at said table, jacket put over the back of his chair - drying. it's a loss. sleeves rolled up above the elbows. tap a foot. tick tick tick. ren's just going to fucking ditch him. would he blame him? ...yes. yes, he would. that's the opposite of a gentleman thief's actions and he should change his entire costume.

he didn't but he's still a disgrace. don't hey him, asshole. insufferable prick. deplorable stain on planet earth and whatever planet they're currently residing on. a creatively deficient being with an offensively uninspired personality and an inability to

not look good in a dress.

he picks his head up off his hand, looking at him red-faced (all from the increasing rage, he'd assume) and shocked. his eyes dart all over ren's being, taking the oddly pleasant and alluring sight in. what surprisingly slender shoulders he has. despite not being what he arrived in, he fits perfectly into the dress' silhouette. as if it was tailored for him. not a detail off this is going unnoticed. can't look away. ]

You know you have a stain on your dress, right?

( ren is...actually in a very similar predicament. just probably doing a better job at controlling his expression. his eyes are very much fixed on akechi's arms though, as it strikes him that he hasn't seen that much of akechi's skin since his summer uniform - months and an entire world ago. the button-up is more snug to his shape than what was implied under the jacket, which is hanging mysteriously on the back of his chair. did he spill something on it...? damn, he really is kind of a slob when he eats, huh.

his attention lifts at the question, and it takes him a moment to actually pull out of his own observations and understand akechi is remarking on the dress. ah. )

You know you lost your jacket, right?

( there's a joke about the gun show in here but that's in very poor taste and it's probably better if ren doesn't put any more awkward attention on akechi's arms than he already has. however, he is still staring. )

...It's noisy here. Let's go outside. ( he turns. points in the general direction of the main hall. ) There's a balcony on the second floor.

( a balcony that is only accessed through a staircase at the bottom of which a very red and restrictive rope had been placed, but ren doesn't seem to care about this fact. )

[ akechi's face morphs from something like awe back to mildly irritable at the jacket comment, all while still eyeballing him. why would the girl (he presumes) also give up her gloves? he knows what it must look like to someone so clueless as to what happened. he's not sloppy, thank you. ]

I'm aware.

[ akechi carefully stands up, taking a sip of that tea before moving to walk beside him. he debates offering an arm, just because that'd be somewhat amusing and that's when he notices this is an open-back dress. and he's following his spine. slight curvature of it - because ren's posture is a little poor, isn't it? he has good skin, there are so few imperfections. he's looking for them. ] Are we sneaking off to forbidden places now? [ he says it with a lowered voice. shh. ]

[ technically, it's trespassing and he could give ren a ticket - if he weren't going along with it. there's a stray thought to push ren off the balcony to see if he's close enough to a cat to land on his feet even in fancier heels than usual. ]

( he's sloppy all right. a hot sloppy mess. that's just ren's type.

if you idiots stare at each any harder your eyeballs are going to fall out of your skulls. )

So am I.

( good, now that they're both aware of their respective outfit upgrades and how very enticing and exposed each other's skin is, let's attempt to move on here because ren needs to focus on being...not a clusterfuck of a human being. he doesn't like it. unlike his companion, he won't even attempt to find flaws on akechi's person - he can already see, very much knows there's nothing overtly imperfect about him. it's part what spelled ren's demise from the very beginning.

he leads them to the edge of the staircase, smoothly slipping into the shadow of a nearby curtain, draped across the wall. )

Yeah. Just like old times. ( ren reaches behind him with his hands, drawing the fabric of the curtain forward to cover both akechi and himself, listening for the passing footsteps of chaperones and fellow attendees. he smirks, lowers his voice, too. ) Or have you forgotten how to sneak around now that you're living the boring life of the law?

( once the coast is clear, he pinches the very edge of akechi's sleeve - doesn't grab, because that's too familiar, but it doesn't matter. it's still much too close, enough that he can feel the tension of muscles through the fabric and through his gloves, pressed against his knuckles. he's trying not to pay attention to that. the loosening of his grip halfway up the stairs could speak of a losing battle. )

Edited (....it was really too long LOL ...also Danger..) 2018-06-01 19:51 (UTC)

[ ren's distracting. it's a cloud over a lot of his other thoughts, which isn't always a bad thing. thinking about ren's attractiveness is a bad thing, though. he's sure of it. it's bad. very bad. and infuriating. how he should be, by all logical reasoning, a mess but he's a mess that's working somehow. there are other things to focus on, like where they're going and why. ren's mind and his thought processes.

akechi follows behind slowly, grinning all the while while he watches him. ren sneaks into a shadow, unnoticed. akechi simply walks over like he belongs, unnoticed, until the curtain is moved to hide him as well. ]

I was at this far longer than you. Sneaking comes in handy on both sides of the law, you know. [ he wags a finger at him lightly, playfully. ] I wouldn't forget.

[ ren's close again but pinching fabric almost daintily, like akechi's skin might burn him if he went for it and just grabbed his arm, even with the gloves on. he'd be offended if he wasn't sure the contact would burn them both. unless ren just went for manhandling and yanking him but that's an entirely different unwelcomed contact. akechi's obediently going along with the slightest tug this contact is providing, following him so closely. looking over his shoulder, a look out. maintain focus. the grip slacks and akechi pulls away several inches away from him before following again. ]

I can already hear the sweet silence of a space free of an unpracticed band.

That's right, you do need to reach a certain level of sneakiness to acquire the Blackmail Your Target skill.

( don't joke like that. humor is his default though, the first wall of defense when distance is breached and he can feel the sigh in his throat when akechi reclaims some after being released from the pinch of ren's fingers. thankfully, the air comes out more as a chuckling sound, softly amused - he might wish their words had been drowned out by shitty flutes and violin when this interaction is over.

the night is crisp and cools the skin over ren's back, a highly exposed area he's quick to turn from akechi's line of sight. he leans against the railing so he can look him face to face. there's some quiet before he speaks, the steadiness of his gaze bearing like a weight upon the bit of distance between them before his voice breaks through it. )

What you said about keeping your enemies close, I don't know if I wanna subscribe to that. It didn't work out too great for me last time. ( they're not friends, exactly. but neither are they enemies, exactly. not here. or so ren would like to think. )

But I'm not going to avoid you either. There are some things I just don't think I can talk to anyone else about but you. No matter what we are, that's the truth of it. I don't know why. It's just how it is.

( his hands slide in along the railing, closer to his waist before his fingers tighten their grip. when his head dips, the glare is briefly lifted from his lenses. )

Please don't make me regret accepting that truth.

( don't make me regret this curiosity. inching over distance that has every right to remain wide and uncrossed. another beat of silence, and then ren folds his arms, absently noting that the soft material of the gloves feels nice against his skin. he exhales through his nose, deep and slow, before averting his eyes. )

You have more than one Persona, like me. That's what I found out from Ryuji. ( right. but akechi knows that. he's known it all along. when ren speaks again, it isn't really accusal, so much as seeking confirmation. ) You already know what I want to ask you about, don't you?

( if they're as similar as he's assuming, then akechi saw it too, directly from his perch far-end and wholly away from the rest of them. every time. )

Not really. Sometimes people conveniently do incriminating things in front of a public building and you happen to have a camera.

[ that's right, phantom thieves. he doesn't always get blackmail material but when he does it's in broad daylight. humor is easy. an ice-breaker. ren responds well to it. he gets the feeling he won't be able to keep it up once deeper words start flowing from their mouths.

there is a slight breeze. ren's facing him and he's looking down at the slightest flow the skirt picks up from it before meeting him eye to eye. the distance becomes a little wider, when akechi chooses not to follow him to the railing.

he lingers back somewhat, standing with enough casualness placed in his posture to not be perfectly straight. hands folded in front of him. smile at the ready. untrained eyes would never pick up how very tense he becomes past this once ren ruins the silence he called sweet. ]

[ didn't work out great for whom? ] You say that like it didn't go according to your plan. [ they never tried to stop him, he still insists in his head. the guards beating and drugging him is highly unfortunate but that wasn't his fault. he wouldn't have wanted them to do that. that's disgraceful.

he says nothing at the next part, because ren is a man of few words and all of it counts. he agrees wholeheartedly. it's that connection akechi has been so sure of. if they can't share with each other then they won't share at all. ]

Denying the truth leads to the biggest regrets of all.

[ steady. it has to be faced and sought out. always always always. he'll never refuse to believe that, even if it hurts. he did it once before and where did it get him? dead. he's lacing his fingers too tightly now. holding his breath. go own then. ask away. he knows you have questions.

he still can't look at him, even while finally asking. sort of asking. he presents it for akechi to give the information himself. he knows what he wants to ask, of course. ]

Two. [ just two personas. he's putting his cards on the table. ] I'm going to ask back, if you don't mind. [ it's confirmation. validation that ren was right to ask. he knows. he saw. every time and the others remained clueless. ren didn't want to speak of it and it would give akechi away at the time to ask, even if he so desperately wanted to.

he lowers his voice, his head canting to the left. questions he's had of his own up until now bubbling to the surface and cracking that expression he put on to brace himself. ren has answers to secrets he's been locked out of. akechi would be more than happy to exchange the ones he has back. ]

Is it an open invitation for you? Is that why you have so many?

( all right, so maybe it wasn't the brightest of ideas to talk about thievery in the middle of the most crowded area in tokyo, but akechi doesn't have to drag them like this. what more could ren expect though, when he's standing over there with his very bare arms and a pose like he had to do it to 'em. )

It didn't. Not really. ( under his skirt, ren is tapping the toe of his shoe against the floor. an impatient, slightly nervous gesture he doesn't realize he's doing. ) Trying to survive a bullet with some crazy Scooby-Doo plan wasn't my first idea. It's just the one we ended up needing.

( i would have preferred everything before that to be true. the smiles, the conversations, that what we built would have meant more to you than your orders. understanding akechi was an enemy had turned his stomach in a way so many other things had, but the disappointment - the anger - it felt much heavier with the weight of everything that came before that understanding. plan a was the hope akechi really would switch sides, the impractical plan he never shared outside of his own heart.

he wishes things could have been different. they work so much better on the same side.

ren looks up from where his attention had fallen off to the side in thought, rounded with interest over this bit of wisdom akechi speaks. it sounds so certain, the type of confidence that comes with personal experience. but he loses the opportunity to seek elaboration when another secret is suddenly uncovered. )

Two... ( his eyes narrow, some mix of doubt and confusion. the former carefully dissipates, as akechi really has no reason to lie to him at this point in the conversation, but only having two...it raises more questions in his mind than answers.

he's still thinking on it, on what that means about akechi's power, his bonds, how things work in comparison to ren's own experience, but at open invitation, he's broken from his musings with a sudden sound. almost like a laugh, but too sharp and with little humor. )

That makes it sound so easy. I had to put a lot of work into getting so many, and I don't exactly get the five-star treatment from anyone in there. The atmosphere makes it seem like it's supposed to be calming, but I always feel like I'm trapped in some blue nightmare. ( his head tilts, opposite way of akechi's ) Are you implying they don't talk to you at all?

[ he knows ren's fidgeting. he can hear it. that tap-tap-tapping against a stone balcony floor in an otherwise silent space. akechi can't see his feet but it's an easy guess when the rest of him isn't budging so much. his own nervous gestures are being restrained but the grip his hands have on each other is tight enough to make knuckles white. ] What happened to plan A, I wonder?

[ when did they all find him out and make a harsh judgement call that he was the bad guy in their minds? how long were they lying to his face? knowing he was being talked about behind his back in a negative sense, while a feeling he's known his entire life, has never been so upsetting before. akechi figured out their plan - the phone, sae's involvement, the cognitive - but how long they've had that plan still eludes him. was it day one they were judging him? what's the excuse of the righteous ones who try to save everyone for not bothering with this one? bastards.

he adjusts his footing slightly, trying to stand straighter than he already is. yes. two. ren seems baffled by it somehow and he doesn't know why. what does that give away about him? akechi gets caught up trying to figure it out, looking at ren with wide questioning eyes until he's laughing. then he switches to glaring in a second. what? ]

I hardly knew they could even speak. [ he unlaces his fingers, waving a hand next to his head and a tone he's incapable of keeping his frustration out of. shaking his head. more than an implication. ] I've tried just about everything and they have always ignored me. I could scream in their face and they won't even blink. Every being, supernatural or not, having a preference for you is quite infuriating, you know. I saw you walk in like your name was listed on that clipboard as a VIP... I would honestly welcome that blue nightmare. It wasn't the prison.

( likewise, ren's gaze is drawn to akechi's hands, the tension that pulls from them all the way up into his shoulders. )

At this point, I guess it doesn't really matter.

( though that glare sends ice down his spine, ren meets it head-on. he's more careful, observant, everything from body language to individual words to their meaning as a whole. the way his brow crinkles is a wordless testament to confusion. it had always been strange to him that he was the only one, that even after the others had awakened to their power, he was still the only one - hearing now that akechi, more similar to him in ways that none of the others are, was still not as aware as him is discouraging. but more than that, ren is piqued by how aggravated he sounds. as if this is something that has been boiling, festering towards ren and only now allowed to bubble over. )

Preference...? ( what is he talking about? ren straightens from the balcony, quiet for a moment as he stares, trying to puzzle out where this sudden emotion is coming from. it's surprising to him that the velvet room attendees would ignore him, but akechi can't seriously be jealous over this? ) A prison is exactly what it is. Literally. ( he holds one hand out, the other touching his chest. ) The man inside told me that room reflected the state of my heart. I saw myself as a prisoner of society, and I needed to be "rehabilitated."

( a quick exhale, as if the word itself frustrates him. he's certainly tired of hearing it. )

To be honest, I don't know if that's really true, but cooperating has always had the better outcome, so I don't question it anymore - he never gives me answers that aren't cryptic word-salad anyway.

( ren pauses in his explanation, thinking on what akechi said about being blatantly ignored. it was the exact opposite for him, dragged there and thrown into a journey he didn't ask for. he fought it at first, but it's as he said, cooperating is really the only choice he has and he doesn't regret it. that room, the voice in his head, they guide him; they've led him to his power, his own path, and his friends.

but akechi... )

But if it is true, and you aren't allowed inside... ( his hand falls slowly to his side, fingers curling into his palm as his voice lowers, the corner of his eye watching akechi carefully. ) Even if you say you've tried to speak to them, maybe...maybe the problem is because your heart is closed. ( ren lifts his head with a little more confidence, though his tone remains quiet. )

They can't help you because you won't let them.

[ no. of course he's not going to tell him what it was. ]

You're right. Nothing really matters anymore. [ with a sigh. it doesn't. it really doesn't and yet he's still trying to get every little detail about it. just more fuel to the fire when every choice was already made. then they'll leave here and forget gaining any understanding of him. rinse. repeat. it doesn't matter. he still shot the guy in the head.

ren's the favorite. ren, drugged beyond belief and by no means trustworthy, could convince sae niijima of something he, someone she sees at work every single day, openly hinted at. someone would had a cat guide him through a place he had to traverse alone. who gained friends so easily with similar backgrounds while akechi was surrounded by people and couldn't get a single one to say hello first. he got a criminal record and gained a loving family unit out of it. and yet ren seems surprised even supernatural twins like him better. everything handed to him.

the tension is obvious and the glare remains. he ends up folding his arms again, clenching his jaw once when ren talks about the prison like it's this horrifying environment. eerie, yes. it's terrifying but it's also one of the only places in the world someone seemed to believe he was capable of accomplishing something.

apparently not. ]

That man must have lied to me if that prison is reflecting your heart. To think I was being fooled even there... [ that actually really hurts. why would it do that? he doesn't ease up on glaring, does it more actually, but further confusion is put behind it and he stops aiming it directly at ren. almost looking right past him and trying to wrap his mind around the meaning behind it. was he given up on so they grabbed someone new? just like that? or was there something else going on?

ren was pulled in and cooperates because there isn't much of a choice. while akechi desperately grasped at smoke and was refused. tried harder. and harder. and harder. driven by jealousy and anger and denied everything. he has to work for it all. he's powerful but it's this destructive force and ren keeps being handed things he never asked for so he's...not. why would- ]

Shut up! That's not it. [ a sharp snap out of his thoughts. the focus shifting back to ren completely. ren's tone remains quiet. akechi gets louder. it's an immediate defensive denial of the suggestion. that would imply it's his fault. having a closed heart. ren thinks him heartless. how dare he. ]

You can't refuse help that's never offered in the first place. What is behind that thought process? Do they tell you to welcome everything in with open arms?

( akechi's response stings more than ren expected. he almost feels guilty, like he's watched something slip through his fingers without any real effort to hold it. it bleeds through, it becomes tension, and ren is as thrown by the hairline cracks in akechi's mask as he is drawn to them. his mouth parts, he shakes his head. )

I don't know all the details - he could have been lying to both of us.

( the way akechi raises his voice is sparking memories. he'd say he's never seen him like this but he has, hasn't he? or rather, the other him, in that room. he was yelling just like this. why is he so angry? )

That's not what I'm saying. ( he takes one step away from the balcony, eyes narrowed. ) When I got pulled in there, it was because I wanted something to change. I was angry - at everything - and I wanted to change, I wanted to be someone who could make a difference. I didn't ask to be taken there, but once I stopped fighting the opportunity, I found my path.

( his hands come up - carefully. so, so carefully. for all intent and purposes, this is a creature he hasn't dealt with. akechi's voice is so raw with emotion it makes his heart pound. )

What I'm saying is...I'm not sure you know what you want. I'm not even sure you know who you are, since you want so many people to believe in different versions of you. All that confusion - that's what closes your heart.

( ren cants his head; even as he speaks, it's like he's in the process of discovering more, watching what akechi does next, what he will say. this isn't one of his tv interviews and ren isn't one of his fans, he's not going to placate or sugar-coat what he thinks - lies are what got them into this disaster in the first place. )

What happened to denying the truth leads to the biggest regrets?

[ the cracks are like when something hot tries to escape confinement. steam bubbling out in increasing volume until the entire thing finally gives in an explodes. this is so frustrating. everything lies. no exceptions. things are rotten. ]

I'd like to think at least one of us was being fed a truth or the implications behind it seem sinister. [ that's unfair. it's really unfair and knowing changes nothing now. ren takes a step away from the balcony. akechi's eyeing the railing with that sharp glare like he wants to either jump off it or throw ren over it because the only other exit are the stairs behind the door his back is to - back in a crowded room. ]

I was angry too. Everything was wrong. I wanted to change things too... But I wasn't told I could be "rehabilitated." I was told something else. I never fought it. [ he puts his eyes back to ren, watching his hands raise. watching them. the gloved hands. ren's wearing the gloves right now. akechi's hands are bare and currently pale from how balled up they've become at his sides, nails digging into his palms. entire posture tense. everything is tense. ]

Don't give me that shit. You do the same thing! You say and do what would be most acceptable for the person in front of you, don't you? You become what the person wants. It has to be the best version of you. You understand, right? [ he's pointing at himself, jabbing himself in the chest with a finger. ] They don't want you. They never have. So why is it different? Why am I the one locked out, huh? Why is everything given to you?

[ it's emotional. it's very emotional. there's no charming smile behind any of it. he doesn't think he's lying to himself about this.maybe he's projecting but he doesn't think he is. they're both rejects and yet ren gets all the acceptance and nobody put a hand out for him. ren's trying to get under his skin again, right? ]

( it isn't until akechi points it out that ren realizes how strange that really is. if it is his heart, why would akechi have seen the same thing? cooperating with igor hasn't led him astray yet, but there has always been something unsettling that kept ren from fully trusting the man regardless. even the tiny wardens who abuse the shit out of him have more of his confidence. they're blunt, but they don't lie, and sometimes it seems to ren that they throw glances towards their master filled more with fear or uncertainty than any real reverence.

sinister is an alarmingly apt word for it. )

They do, don't they...

( ren could almost feel relief at finally being able to talk about these things, could almost feel stupid for putting it off because he was afraid of knowing akechi. but shreds of gratitude or relief are burned out of mind by a gradually raging flame of misunderstanding, confusion. what the hell is akechi talking about? angry about what? wanted to change what? from the very start, akechi was on the opposite side - the side that had been winning for years until the phantom thieves threw a wrench in its system.

ren is never angry outward, at least not out of costume. but akechi's insistence that they're the same, jab after jab at who he is, ren can feel his hackles rise. his fists mirror akechi's. )

I'm always myself. I don't let other people's opinion of me feed into what I do or who I am. I don't become what anyone wants. I don't care if the world hates me for it, I'm always me.

( what is this? where is it coming from? akechi is taking it all so personally and ren doesn't understand but this accusation that everything comes easy for him is really pissing him off. )

Given to me?! ( ren doesn't get loud, but he's loud now. a dangerous flash in his eyes. ) You're the one who's full of shit! Was it easy for me when I got thrown out of my house?! When you put me in a fucking room with those assholes and got me drugged out of my mind, with my face beat in?! When you tried to shoot me in the head?! What the hell do you think I -

( abruptly, his mouth presses shut. ren folds his hands over his eyes, under his glasses, releases an exhale that's all heat through his mouth.

this isn't working. this isn't what he wanted out of this. defaulting to enemies - akechi said it was fate, but ren knows it will only be that way if he allows it to be.

it's a moment before he speaks again, without moving his hand. almost seeming more to himself, a reminder. )

I said I wasn't going to avoid you.

( none of him. that means the ugly parts, too, despite how much ren just wants to pull a ryuji and deck akechi in the face, he doesn't want to go down that path. he can't control what akechi will do, but he can control what he does.

and what he does is lower his hand and take two solid steps forward, close enough to grab akechi's wrist. )

No more yelling. ( he can't quite look up from where his hand is, but there's a steady command in the way he draws akechi back with him, slowly, step by step. he sinks down on a nearby bench. )

Sit here with me.

[ oh, how desperately he wanted someone to talk to about it all. to have someone not automatically assume he was going mad. he wonders if that's why ren kept it from the rest of them. the blue room is just too far-fetched even knowing all that they do because they can't see the door. people rarely understand what they don't see. he doesn't regret mentioning it. not at all. but it doesn't make it any less infuriating to find out it too, may have simply been toying with him.

he can practically feel his blood boiling. that gut-wrenching feeling that makes loki want to break everything in retaliation.

ren's just... fueling it further. he doesn't understand why this would bother him so much. why he, too - maybe moreso, had a right to be angry. to want things to change. ren rarely gets angry. he doesn't even think he was actually mad when he was fighting him after he snapped at them all. he doesn't think he's seen him truly mad and full of as much hate as he can be. there's a spark. ]

Why wouldn't you care!? Why would not giving a shit make people like you? [ why is it working out. why do tiny wardens look up at him while, despite being shorter, look down on goro akechi with something like pity?

ren being loud catches him off guard and he actually takes a step back, though the rest of him is standing ground. he doesn't remove his eyes. doesn't turn away. but he did take a step back out of ...fear, maybe. ren doesn't yell and he doesn't actually want to fight him again. not really. he will. but he doesn't want to, even if he might throw the first stone out of anger.

he has an argument back for one of those things. that he didn't make those cops do that. they were never supposed to go that far or even do anything. he was to dispose of them too. hell, he did. the rest of it though... nothing stopped him from shooting him in the head. having parental figures give up on you is one of the worst feelings in the world, even if it worked out for ren in the end. still, he can yell back.

but ren stopped himself before retaliation happened, probably unnecessarily harsh retaliation. he's left fuming and tightly wound and watching ren with utter confusion that he cut himself off.

he could still avoid him if he wanted. two steps forward. akechi takes another one back but wasn't far enough to not get grabbed. there's a knee-jerk reaction where he pulls back - but not enough for the grip to lose him. it's like someone slapped him across the face and he's stunned. ]

Hurt your voice without as much practice at it? [ joking again, because he has no idea what else to make of this. it's a shaky tone, made of flames slowly dying out. something in the way he's being moved tells him he shouldn't pull back again or he'll never gain his answers. he's moving along with it before he decides if he wants them.

and sits. slouched. hunched over his knees and staring distantly at the floor and taking slow breaths to calm down further. no more yelling. ]

( goddamnit, ren cracks a smile, though his free hand comes up over his mouth to smother it. he could ask the same about akechi, really. "cheery celebrity schoolboy" and "sparkly attention-seeking prince" are the only octaves he knew akechi's mouth to be capable of producing. despite quieting down, the thrill of it still has his blood pumping. it isn't that he wants to see akechi in such a state, but the honesty of it was different from anything ren had seen from him before - in some fucked up way, it's preferable to the plastic smiles. )

Maybe I should have picked louder songs at karaoke.

( softly, just responding to respond rather than any real attempt at being funny. his hand comes down to his lap, the other still wrapped around akechi's wrist, a cuff to keep him from running. distantly, he's glad for the gloves. )

Something is strange here. No matter what we assume about each other, we're not getting to the truth unless we talk about it rationally. ( tentative fingers peel from akechi's skin one by one, hovering briefly before moving to his shoulder. ren leans forward, enough that he knows he's at least in akechi's peripheral. )

I'll listen to you.

( because it seems like something akechi needs, and it's a privilege ren himself has always been denied. he squeezes akechi's shoulder encouragingly before pulling his hand back, brushing his skirt to the side. )

What did Igor say to you?

[ akechi lets out a little sound that's almost a laugh, hanging his head even further to hide any minor smile that may have drawn out. stupid humor. ren said it so softly but the imagery of him screaming into a microphone at karaoke is amusing. they're so much better at meaningless dialogue.

there's a pause and he turns his head to watch ren's fingers peel away past hair in his face. ]

You're right. Both that it's terribly unusual and that a rational approach is best. If you need to further elaboration on anything, I won't hide the truth from you. I will assume this is mutual.

[ he picks himself up, straightening his spine and trying to be more composed than he had been there. the hand on his shoulder keeps him from trying to be pristine about it though. it's casual. like sitting on one of the leblanc stools instead of straight up during an interview. that shouldn't be as comforting as he finds it. nor should the confirmation that he'll simply be listened to.

it's almost pathetic how easily that touches his core. it's probably all over his face, the way he stares again with a softened expression. confused still. surprised. he puts his head back down quickly, nodding. ]

Thank you. [ for listening? ren just wants his answers too but-

it's just polite to say thank you. he tells himself that's all. ] Is that his name? He hardly introduced himself or the location. [ such a short visit. he looks to ren, speaking thoughtfully as he recalls, but in a way that's clear his remembers every second of it even if he doesn't say it all. even if he's paraphrasing. he's mulled this over since it happened. it stuck with him. it was a motivation. ] There was little explaining. None of my questions were answered but he justified my anger, as I'm sure he did for you. I was caged from birth. The ones imprisoning others would need to be removed in order to ever be free. The world would be renewed without the corrupt and true justice could finally be reached.

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