MAKIN' MAPS.
Makoto probably isn't the first to try this stupid act he's undertaking right now, nor is he likely going to be the last.
As it is, he looks to the chart in his hands (pen stored behind his ear for the moment), then down the hall, and then back to the chart before frowning.
"That can't be right..."
[OOC - I checked and double checked- though Shinichi ( Read more... )
As it is, he looks to the chart in his hands (pen stored behind his ear for the moment), then down the hall, and then back to the chart before frowning.
"That can't be right..."
[OOC - I checked and double checked- though Shinichi ( Read more... )
"You ran and pursued revenge instead of justice." One finger taps at Makoto's breastbone warningly. "You abandoned your duty... and when it was picked up by another, why, was it not just that he should gain the gifts of it instead of one who chose to abandon it?" There is heavy sarcasm in his voice; for him, this is no 'gift'.
The logic of spirits is convoluted and twisted, to be true, but there is always, always a law beneath it. Justice, but not always fair. Right, but not always good. It makes him sick, sometimes, to think of it, when he is not consumed by Duty and honour and can think freely in his own mind. The 'one truth' that has destroyed everything he used to be.
"If I was human...." The hand resting lightly on Makoto's chest flicks up to his throat, five clawpricks of warning resting by his jugular. "...you might very well be dead already."
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It is... Very hard to breath at that. His shoulders are bleeding- it's something he only notices idly, the rest of him all too busy trying to stop his own heart from possibly abandoning ship. "I..." He shakes his head, wide eyes quivering in a failing attempt to comprehend the sight of the now-spirit before him. "I never knew... Never... Intended..."
He swallows, bowing his head. "By all rights, I should be dead now... And here you are again," he adds with a shuddering 'laugh', "Preventing that..."
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But he does know the Rules now, and knows to lash out now would not be Justice. He narrows his eyes and considers Makoto.
"Why did you run from the duty your father bore before you? To live alone in the woods and pevert the cause of justice?"
Saving children, adults, foolish teenagers from a forest as unpredictable and treacherous as the sea... it was a noble duty, even if he chafed at it for being forced on him.
"I can hardly believe revenge was the root of it all, Okuda Makoto."
[ooc: I get the feeling Shinichi's going to be stalking Makoto to make sure he doesn't give a repeat performance of the Shiragami case XD;;]
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They're still on his throat, they're on his throat, oh god they're on his throat-
"One day... The case was the only time... Even with this face..." The tears continue to run down his face as he shakes- and there is no dishonesty in his expression, no matter how plastic. "Even with this... I did not just sit, and do nothing..." Even with his face fractured by surgery, he still did what he could with what time he had...
And at the time, it was for his second family's sake... "I'm already struggling to make up for the fact that the ones I was trying to reclaim honor for didn't deserve it... At least give me the right to mourn them properly now that I can..."
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-didn't deserve it?-
The words blaze through him followed by fury and anger and he slams Makoto back against the wall by his throat without conscious thought.
"Your father was an honourable man," he hisses, that aura of fear clouding around him again, making the air thick with tension. "If anyone has honour to reclaim, it is you!"
He's shouting, truly shouting. When was the last time he had spoken in more than a whisper, had more than a passing conversation with people in his forest?
A growl rises in the back of his throat, deep and angry.
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He snarls instead of speaking, words lost to him, and drops Makoto all at once, stalking away to rake clawed fingers down the wall in fury, shredding the plaster in four long scars.
He hisses, furious and too taken by anger to speak, yet too cognisant of Truth and what Makoto said to attack him again. As always, his human self argues with who he is now, stilling anger into impotent, furious, inactivity.
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[[OOC - I... I kinda want someone to find those wall marks and find Shiragami... Or something. Like the Conan-bird with Koji-Tiger (probably not the latter actually given Gin voice. |D]]
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On that note, my intended next tag would be a little god-modey in terms of dragging Makoto bodily, if you're okay with that.]
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If only there was some way to shut off all this noise--
--ah.
Of course.
He turns back and lunges for Makoto, grabbing for the collar of his shirt and dragging him to stand up. His claws tear the material, but he pays no mind, pulling Makoto behind him as he stalks along the corridor.
This has to be done, now, before he realises what he's doing. There are reasons he cannot simply tell someone what he intends when he desires an invitation through a doorway, into a domicile.
To be human, after all, is seen as a weakness by the spirits.
He slams open a door, notes with some satisfaction that it is a bedroom - whose, he does not care, only that it is claimed and counts as a domicile - and all but throws Makoto inside. He remains beyond the threshold, claws digging into the door jamb and bites out.
"Invite me in."
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And suddenly he's vaguely aware that he's been thrown into a room, his body sliding roughly against the ground before he shakily attempts to keep the room from spinning around him and-
'invite me in.' Invite...
Invite? Makoto's vision is blurred and fading and all he can hear is the voice and the cracking of the door jamb while a blurred figure in black and white seems to loom just out of reach and...
Invite him in..?
It figures, he decides, that it's the 'Shiragami' and not 'Shinichi' terrifying him right now. "C... Come... in..." But please don't hurt him, oh god don't hurt him- What he's saying is meant to be a question but the tone isn't quite there and he can barely speak. He want's him to say... "...Come in..?"
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Shinichi brushes his hair back from his face to look at Makoto; some of the strands slip back again, but his sharp blue eyes are now visible behind the fall of white where they weren't before.
"Maktoto-san," he begins, and then stops, suddenly tired of all this. There's no reason not to simply talk to him.
He's still angry (furious, even), but like faded embers, no longer in danger of flaring up without the wind that fuelled them. Shinichi stretches out his hand instead, nails clipped short, silently offering Makoto a hand up.
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Still having troubles with his own breathing Makoto studies Shinichi with a wary eye as he comes over and offers a hand.
A different hand, he notes with suspicion, slowly reaching forward to take the offered help. Different from the ones that had thrown him in here, but how...
"...Why are you suddenly helping me..?"
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"I'm not. It's just easier to have a conversation when you're not lying on the floor like a ragdoll."
There's no feeling of guilt for being the one to have made Makoto that ragdoll, though that thought causes him to feel guilty for not feeling guilty. Which is worrying, that his psyche is apparently as changed as that, but not something he can investigate right now.
"Why did you do it?" he asks, voice soft, his grip on Makoto's hand shifted to rest two fingers over the pulse on his wrist. He's heard it before, but... he needs to hear it again, hear more than a tearstained confession that he was distracted from by Ran, by being himself, by all the things that were so rudely torn from him a scant few days later.
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He falls silent for a moment, momentarily weakened psyche making it all too easy for tears to begin to gather again. "I... Was a fool... That's why," he whispers as he shakes. "I didn't hear the reason why Hinohara-san commited the crime... I assumed, with no one saying otherwise, that you were wrong..."
His gaze falls to the ground. "All that time... I had thought of nothing but proving you wrong... And in the end..." He looks up again, a broken and only half-existing smile on his face. "...When I thought I had done it, you came in and proved not only who I was, but explained the truth of 'that night' again... ...I saw you go home that same evening," he continued, looking at Shinichi almost in confusion. "With everyone... Not even a day later and I was here..."
Makoto trails off with that, but it's likely he's said all there is to say without a response really.
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