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wildcardjoker) wrote2017-11-19 05:25 am
wildcardjoker) wrote2017-11-19 05:25 am
akira/akechi w/ secondadvent
[Akira Kurusu didn't consider himself a troublemaker. He didn't goof off in class, went to cram school, spent time in town with his friends, did his chores when asked. He could be reckless on occasion, certainly, but his everyday life rarely gave him much opportunity to take that much further than the occasional nap during class. If pressed, he would wager the people in his life, from his parents to teachers and friends would agree with such an assessment.
Of course, his arrest changed all that.
It had happened so fast that at first, Akira couldn't say how he had gotten to this point. The incident he recalled clear enough, but the aftermath was a blur to him. The arrest, the trial, his expulsion, all blazed by him, a quick yet destructive firestorm, burning away the life he once knew. His friends abandoned him, the adults looked at him with disappointment, anger, and consternation. How could such a bad egg have hidden within their community for so long? their looks seemed to say.
Without school to occupy his time, and while he awaited the final decision on his punishment, Akira found himself spending plenty of time with his thoughts. The incident that night especially plagued his mind; yet no matte how many times he replayed it in his mind, Akira found that, despite the consequences, he wouldn't have changed a thing. He knew he stood on the side of right, of justice...if only the adults who steamrolled over his life could understand the same.
Being cooped up in the house day after day didn't suit Akira, so he'd often take long, meandering walks throughout town during the day. His feet led him wherever they chose, with no clear destination in mind; it was as though he might, eventually, outpace his thoughts. It was on one such walk that it happened; he found himself someplace utterly new.
He didn't notice at first, as the landscape barely changed. But soon it was hard to miss; he was just strolling through a quiet little neighborhood, so why should he be standing in front of Tokyo Tower...displaced in the middle of the suburbs of another prefecture?]
What the-?
[He stared up at the structure, surprise clear on his face.]
Of course, his arrest changed all that.
It had happened so fast that at first, Akira couldn't say how he had gotten to this point. The incident he recalled clear enough, but the aftermath was a blur to him. The arrest, the trial, his expulsion, all blazed by him, a quick yet destructive firestorm, burning away the life he once knew. His friends abandoned him, the adults looked at him with disappointment, anger, and consternation. How could such a bad egg have hidden within their community for so long? their looks seemed to say.
Without school to occupy his time, and while he awaited the final decision on his punishment, Akira found himself spending plenty of time with his thoughts. The incident that night especially plagued his mind; yet no matte how many times he replayed it in his mind, Akira found that, despite the consequences, he wouldn't have changed a thing. He knew he stood on the side of right, of justice...if only the adults who steamrolled over his life could understand the same.
Being cooped up in the house day after day didn't suit Akira, so he'd often take long, meandering walks throughout town during the day. His feet led him wherever they chose, with no clear destination in mind; it was as though he might, eventually, outpace his thoughts. It was on one such walk that it happened; he found himself someplace utterly new.
He didn't notice at first, as the landscape barely changed. But soon it was hard to miss; he was just strolling through a quiet little neighborhood, so why should he be standing in front of Tokyo Tower...displaced in the middle of the suburbs of another prefecture?]
What the-?
[He stared up at the structure, surprise clear on his face.]
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[ He knows better than to give out his actual name to a stranger in the Metaverse. It's a not so subtle reference to Mitsuhide Akechi, the most infamous traitor in the history of Japan. ]
And no, this isn't Tokyo. You're currently in another dimension.
[ A reply that doesn't answer how Tokyo Tower got here, but he isn't about to launch into an explanation on how the cognitive world works. This is a stranger who shouldn't be here - it's his world to conquer and use in his quest for revenge and it would be bad if people outside Shido's inner circle learned about it. ]
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[He doubts that his real name, but then, he expected no less. He has no reason to pursue it further, so he accepts it as better than no name at all.]
Well, that certainly explains it. I walk into other dimensions all the time. Forgot to change the setting on my phone, I suppose.
[He looks at Mitsuhide with a deadpan expression, wondering if he'll be any more likely to be forthcoming with an explanation as he was with his name. Akira waits for a moment, then starts to walk toward the tower.]
Guess I'll take a look then. It may not be the real one, but I've never been to Tokyo Tower before. Wouldn't want to waste the opportunity.
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Wait.
[ Akechi follows, reaching out to grab Akira by the wrist when he catches up. ]
This place is dangerous. You should head home and forget this ever happened.