10/19; a wish to make people happy

[transient_specter]

Who: Makoto Fukami and Chikusa Kakimoto
Where: Makoto's dorm room.
Summary: Makoto's remembering a lot more than he used to. Chikusa is concerned about him not making sense.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, human experimentation, existential crises, betrayal, kidnapping, and extreme shounen transformations are all likely.


Human. He was human, wasn't he?

... Wasn't he?

All of the memories of the two years after the defeat of the Great Eye, all of the time spent watching people grow sicker and sicker, only able to do patchwork help, only able to sit and helplessly watch... and then Danton, and the realization that once again everything he knew about himself and his family was built on a lie. A lie that he'd chosen to ignore at the end, but still a lie. All of that stewed in his head, and it had seemed like one moment he was falling asleep and the next his phone had about twelve missed messages on it and the date was entirely wrong.

He'd texted Chikusa, for lack of someone else to say something to once he'd realized he'd spent an entire day asleep, and he tried to put things away while he was waiting for the other to show up. He shoved some mugs across the counter, one of them dropping to the floor. Makoto grabbed for it, but the thing smashed against the ground, breaking into two large pieces. He groaned and picked them up, setting them aside and trying to catch his breath.

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[kokuyoyo]

Normally, Chikusa would step to the side and just let it happen. The less work he has to do, especially at night, the better. Yet staring down at all the shattered ceramic....

It feels like he.... shouldn't do that. Yet even the idea of what it feels like he should do is strange, foreign, and in the end he just... nudges Makoto away from it.

[transient_specter]

He sighs, and allows himself to be nudged away. "Thank you." ... Ugh, what does he even do here?

He's not sure. "... I don't think I've ever asked... I know you're an assassin, but... what is your life like in your world?"

[kokuyoyo]

Go sit on the couch while he stares blankly at all this ceramic, Makoto. He's definitely a responsible teenager who lives mostly on his own and knows what he's doing.

At least he stops staring at the mess when that question comes, his attention drifting slowly back to him. "Ah... Does it matter?" It's not that he's wholly against talking about his past, or his situation. It's just... Chikusa has never been the one to do that himself. It's always been Ken, more likely than either him or Mukuro, to spill that sort of information.

At least, he did it once, and Chikusa knows his partner well enough to know that he'd always do it if it ever got to that kind of point.

[transient_specter]

No. Let him be hovery. "... Not in particular, but I'm... curious. You know about me. I want to know about you."

[kokuyoyo]

"....One of the other's usually talks about it more..." But Chikusa doesn't have anything against doing it himself, either, besides the effort involved. Finally, he begins to move, going for a dustpan and a sweeper. While he does so, he speaks over his shoulder in the same dull monotone.

"There was a mafia Family that was interested in human experimentation... The rest of the underworld ostracized them to the point of gunning them down in public. They went into hiding, experimenting further with their own children as labrats." Crouching down, he starts to sweep the shattered mug into a pile. "Until one day one of them lashed out, killing all of the Family except for the two other experiments that had survived up until that point."

Pile gotten, he starts to maneuver it into the bin. "So, we've always been outside of regular things... We just decided to make it worth our time with killing more mafia outside our Family."

[transient_specter]

... Makoto just stares at him for a few long moments. Okay, so Danton was fucked up but... that? That's just...

"... I can see why one of you killed them." Maybe he was a lab rat, but he was created to be. Being twisted by your own family... in that kind of way? He can't even really imagine. "Are you from Italy, then?" He's been talking about mafia... if he'd been from Japan he'd be talking about the yakuza, wouldn't he?

[kokuyoyo]

"I didn't." A dull correction, made even as he straightens up with a pan full of mug. "Our leader did." Chikusa was just one of the survivors, fortunate enough to last as long as he did and still be seen as useful.

Still, that does remind him of something, and he pauses as he makes his way to the garbage. "Ah.... Yeah. 'Chikusa Kakimoto' is just an alias... But since it's the most recent one, I guess it works well enough."

[transient_specter]

"That's why I said 'one of you'." It's okay, Chikusa. But he frowns slightly. It's not his actual name? ... Should he ask?

... No. If Chikusa is hiding his real name, it's for a reason. He knows that in some ways he's attached to the name 'Specter' more than his actual name. So he just nods "I can imagine that kind of life would have you moving around a lot and needing to change your name..."

[kokuyoyo]

Oblivious to Makoto's worry over the state of his name, Chikusa finds the trash can and tips the pan down into it. "It was convenient," is all he says simply. When you never know your true name, when you only ever had a number used in reference to yourself... What was a name?

Still, done with that, he sets the pan onto the counter and glances over to Makoto dully. "...Anyway. So that's that."