[open] day and night

[no_kyouken]

Who ⬤ Majima (Shuten) & Open
What ⬤ June 2022 Event: Summer Begins
Content Warnings ⬤ horror, mental illness, torture, abuse (physical/emotional), trauma, depression, grooming/manipulation, violence. check individual subject lines for more content warnings.






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open prompts ☀️ what the hell are you wearing? ☀️ [resting on] doctor's orders ☀️ [goromi] wet t-shirts ☀️ bonfire 🌙 separation 🌙 the broken lake 🌙 haunt joins the party 🌙 your house is on fire ⭐ wildcard

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[heretic_blade]

[ The terrible sensation of being a voyeur makes him want to puke. As much as he wants to look away, it's not like he can in this position. He tries not to watch by shutting his eyes, but the scenes play unbidden no matter what he does. Sickening, maddening. Being helpless in all of it hurts the worst. ]

Stop...

[ Said to no one. It won't stop.

There's explanations now, ones he didn't want, ones he was better off not knowing. He'll never speak of what he's seen unless Majima says something first. These secrets are his to hold onto. It's not as if he pities Majima for what he went through, either -- if anything, he's furious. There's no chance he'll ever see Sagawa himself, but if the impossible were to happen, Izō would simply do what comes naturally.

A thought that does little to comfort him right now. ]

cw: suicide

[no_kyouken]

[ The moon is full overhead above the river, its reflection enormous. Majima stands on the bridge: purpling circles around his throat and blood on his battered face. He stares into the river for a moment, a cigarette smoldering and forgotten at his lips. He climbs slowly up onto the railing, stands there limply for a quiet moment and then jumps. He disappears into the white face of the moon and does not come back up.

The window lingers open for a while longer and slowly closes to encase Izo alone in the darkness. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ As much as it hurts to watch, it's not surprising. Who wouldn't want to end it all after enduring so much with no end in sight? Izō is relieved its over, in a way...No need to endure seeing more torture and torment laid upon Majima.

The relief is short-lived, though. The darkness and isolation and hard metal of the shackles against his skin bring no comfort. Broken and hurting for someone he can't reach, the despair deepens its grip on him. He hangs limply in the restraints, waiting for his own end, whatever form that may take. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ They leave their worthless dog there in the dark to starve. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ The illusion's hold on him eventually fades and Izō runs. He doesn't know where he's going, just that it's away from the nightmare he faced. Days pass, maybe weeks. He doesn't know how long it's been. He stopped counting after the first night of sleeping on the streets. His only desire is to not be found.

A worthless, starving dog turned to the streets. Unwanted surely after he'd hurt the people he cared about. He keeps his tracks hidden, staying away from his usual hangouts, running from familiar faces and even going so far as using Presence Concealment to avoid detection.

It's late enough now, though, that he's not afraid of being discovered. He's also too hungry to even think about using his abilities to hide himself away. All the money he had on him had long since been blown on gambling, an attempt to feel something other than abject misery. It gave him a different sort of abject misery, self-inflicted this time.

At least he has an answer to his hunger now, though: some trash cans behind a restaurant. The food tends to be fresher and more likely to be edible. There's no competition here, either, not even from the usual vermin. That means there's time to actually find something worth eating. His hunger is great enough that he's not actually paying much mind to his surroundings. He doesn't even notice the footsteps nearby – odd for an assassin.

It’s probably no one important anyway, not at this hour. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ He really just needs a general outline of places Izo has been spotted, then he can go in himself and follow the trail. It's not something he really thinks to tell the others, but he can track them with relative ease if the trail is fresh enough. He knows the taste of their chemicals in the air; snake shit is weird.

He is not greatly surprised to find Izo out in the trash, mostly just saddened by it. He'd done his fair share of digging around in the trash when he was young too. He neither wanted to be with his parents, nor did has parents have much of anything to provide him anyway.

Saejima had definitely found him in the garbage after their first fight. Asked him what the hell and, upon receiving mostly hissing and barbs in response, had taken him home to Yasuko for dinner and a shower. He misses them so much it hurts right now. He needs their help, their support. He stomps the feeling away and just grabs Izo by the back of his shirt and hauls him back.

He knows who he's messing with. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ Izō snaps back to attention when Majima grabs him and immediately starts to squirm in a futile attempt to get out of his grip. ]

Get yer hands off'a me! [ He twists around to get a better view of who grabbed him and freezes, eyes wide. ] ...Majima?

[ The traumatic nightmare comes flooding back and all the fight in Izō just fades away. Is this real or is this just the curse fucking with him again? How the hell should he know? The fear turns to anger, mostly at himself for not being strong enough to resist it. That anger is turned outward, of course, misdirected as always. ]

Jus' fuckin' leave me alone! Yer better off without me, anyway!

[no_kyouken]

Made a promise, Izo. Ain't goin' anywhere.

[ And that's simply the fact of it. He'll sit here in the garbage with him, if he has to. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ Majima isn't the first person to say that and he probably won't be the last. It's still difficult, if not impossible, for Izō to understand. He's not worth that kind of trouble. Why would anyone actually want him around?

It's the same cycle of self-loathing it always is. He shoves Majima away and starts off towards the street. ]

Then I'm goin'. Quit tryin' t' find me...

[no_kyouken]

Ya know I won't.

[ The pure force of his devotion has kept him alive long past when he would otherwise have given up. Saejima. Makoto. Izo and Emily. They deserve the best of what he has inside himself to give and there is nothing that is going to change his mind.

But when has talking to Izo ever solved a problem? That's never how they've communicated. So he just kicks him off of his feet. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ He's tired and half-starved, so his instincts are not what they should be. Izō falls on his back with an indignant shout, grimacing as he rolls onto his side. Fuck, he'd almost forgotten about the whole getting shot thing until that moment. ]

...That's how it's gonna be, huh?

[ He doesn't have it in him to properly fight back. That doesn't stop him from trying. He lunges for Majima, much weaker than what he usually gives in their little scraps. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ He knows a shitty fight when he sees one, but at the moment lacks another way to get across how serious he is. They end up on the ground, Majima's knees into his shoulders. He gives Izo a shake that probably bounced his head on the concrete a little, but that's how it be. ]

You're my brother, Izo. I need ya.

[heretic_blade]

[ At least it's a new and different pain. It does wonders to settle Izō down. He stops struggling after a few moments.

Majima's words actually get through to him for once because they hurt in a different way. Izō's need to keep away from everyone sudden feels incredible selfish. His justification for his behavior is that it was for the good of everyone else. Now he questions that...It's doubtful anyone holds his frenzied behavior against him. It's not like any of it was truly his fault. ]

...Some brother ya got. Nothin' but a fuckin' coward...

[ There's the self-loathing again. ]

[no_kyouken]

I don't care.

[ It comes out of Majima with hoarse strain and emotion. ]

I don't fuckin' care, Izo. Ain't no spare kyodai lyin' around, yer th'one that's been there every day.

[ Even Emily doesn't see all the bare day to day truths the way Izo does. There is a space that's just the two of them, trust and familiarity that isn't afforded to anyone else. It's entirely selfish: Majima doesn't want to lose the tiny scraps of peace he has. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ Again, he hadn't considered anyone else in his decision. The way Majima speaks makes him keenly aware of that. That is something he missed more than anything, their little shared space. It was messy and they argued over petty shit, but it was still their space. They saw the ugly parts of each other, the little pieces they carefully concealed from everyone else. Their vulnerabilities were on full display because it was safe.

A safe harbor for each other. Izō needs that now more than ever; Majima probably does, too. ]

...Let me up. [ Quiet, apologetic in its own way. ] I ain't gonna run.

[ Now he just wants to hug Majima and apologize for hiding, for worrying him and probably everyone else, for everything. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ He doesn't move immediately, not because he's worried about Izo running but because he is busy forcing himself not to cry. He's been through too much shit to still be crying about it. His shoulders are tense, breath heavy, but after a moment he sits off to the side. He sits back on his hands with his long legs settled haphazardly. ]

Finished?

[heretic_blade]

[ Izō is crying enough for the both of them. It takes him a moment to sit up, a moment used to scrub at his face to try to conceal the fact he's crying. It's a poor attempt, one made futile when he suddenly hugs Majima and buries his face into his shoulder. ]

'm sorry...

[ This isn't the first time he's cried on Majima like this, but it's definitely the hardest. He doesn't have the excuse of being drunk, either. It's just shame, exhaustion, and the trauma from the nightmares pouring out of him. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ Honestly, sometimes Majima is relieved for Izo's tears. He can do it for the both of them and Majima can stay a little more in control, for the both of them. So he just hugs him back. ]

Listen t'me... There ain't nothin' you're ever gonna do that's gonna change my mind. Cuz I know who ya are, an' I love that. Even when he's fuckin' stupid an' messy. I'm pretty stupid an' messy too, 'case ya hadn't noticed.

[heretic_blade]

[ He's crying too much and too hard to respond to Majima in the way he deserves. Izō hears him, though, and clings to him like a lifeline. A constant, consistent source of support, someone who actually makes him want to be a better person. It's hard to feel like he's worth any of the effort, but he's grateful for it, nonetheless. ]

Dunno what I'd do without ya...

[ It's going to take a little bit to collect himself after being so neatly shattered. When that time comes, he sits back with his head bowed and hands resting on his thighs. Shame still eats away at him. ]

[no_kyouken]

C'mon, I'm tired. Em's gonna put us up until we can find another place, all right?

[ He gives Izo's filthy hair a tired pat and then hefts himself up, extending his hand. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ He takes Majima's hand and pulls himself to his feet. He doesn't let go; holding his hand gives him an anchor. Another few scrubs at his face and he feels somewhat more stable. ]

...Yeah, alright. Better'n what I was doin'.

[ Izō doesn't want to face Emily after the way he ghosted her. He has to. Nothing is going to break the promise they all made to each other. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ He will absolutely let Izo hold his hand the whole way back, he doesn't care. ]

Least we got rid've that fuckin' couch, huh?

[ Weary humor. He does fiddle out a couple of cigarettes one-handed. Might as well before they're back at Emily's place which they do try not to stink up. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ The cigarette is very welcome. Izō laughs quietly. It's the first time he's felt like laughing since all of this started. ]

Yeah...an' that shirt'a mine ya hated. Guess we need a new couch...an' I need a new shirt.

[no_kyouken]

We'll get a new place.

[ Majima makes a perfectly fine income, most of which gets hidden away with Emily and never spent. He doesn't mind dipping into the fund to put their lives back together. Why the hell else was it there. ]

Don't worry about it.

[heretic_blade]

I ain't worried. Th' place don't matter...So long as we got each other.

[ Yes, he's still feeling pretty sentimental. Forgive him. ]