botans-the-name:

snipernosniping:

botans-the-name:

snipernosniping:

You keep typing, but all I can read is “I should stop threatening the kid with telekinesis who’s ready and waiting to throw me into the void.”

I’ve heard you have friends there.

Maybe it’s time for a visit.

*Face goes dark* What have I ever done to you?

It wasn’t me. All I could do was watch.

You wouldn’t remember.

I wouldn’t remember…?

I wouldn’t remember?!

What the HELL wouldn’t I remember?! I’ve only known you for a few years! And I remember everything that happened for those few years! So what the Hell are you TALKING about, Sniper?!

Hagiri laughed quietly to himself, his head bowed until he could compose himself. The gunman faced the reaper again, winking quickly, and correcting her, “You’re proving my point already.” He took a step closer, “Thirteen years, five months, two days, and about 20 hours.” Eyes up and irises left, squinting a bit as he recalled the exact time. Things can’t only be forgotten. They can only be ignored.

He laughed again, louder, with a touch more of malicious intent than he’d had in mind, realizing the best part. The big joke. The absurdity of life’s mysterious workings he’d read about so much. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have joined the seven.” Hagiri didn’t sound angry. It was more a dawning of knowledge. Something he hadn’t realized until now, something like going to get something from the fridge and wondering what happened to the terrorists in Back to the Future.

At least, that’s the example he would use. Just a lightbulb switched on. The way events triggered and memories unraveled. Everything lined right up. Botan just happened to be the first domino. Unfortunate.

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kiyoshimitarai:

snipernosniping:

kiyoshimitarai:

snipernosniping:

I don’t see Mitarai anywhere and I’ve only got this body for two days.

…

I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit.

Don’t even think about it.

Mm - this works, too.

“Teach you?” Hagiri asked, pushing Mitarai back onto the bed. She crawled over the other girl and lightly nipped at Mitarai’s ear lobe, then whispered, “Lesson one: Don’t sign yourself up for something you can’t handle.” If she was remembering correctly, Mitarai was supposed to be dominant.

And if Mitarai was dominant, saying that would certainly rile her up. Hagiri aimed to cause just that - an ensuing power struggle maybe or the kind of slurs that could only be thrown in the context of the bedroom. A little fight. A little excitement.

Hagiri slid her hand up Mitarai’s thigh, stopping at the hem of her thigh-high socks, fingertips grazing the flesh just above it. Distracting enough for Hagiri to turn her head, mouth paused at the middle of Mitarai’s neck - sinking her teeth in just enough. A beginner’s bite, she supposed. Wouldn’t quite break the flesh to draw blood, though it may still leave a nice mark in the morning.

She always tried to be good about that and avoid leaving such prominent marks, but right now? Right now Hagiri didn’t care. Mitarai had long enough hair to cover anything she left. Hagiri’s was still cropped fairly short - only a few inches longer than usual. She wouldn’t have such luck.