#and the other day talking with mune it turned out into an aku siblings thing

[frankenjoly]

gently sets some prompts in your askbox..

"There was a time I was willing to die." + sskk

"Stop talking. The worst thing that you can do right now is say another word." + chuuran

heheh thanks :3 also the fact there's one (1) similar detail in both wasn't done on purpose, but when i noticed i made a point to leave it like that consciously laksjdf

sskk + “there was a time i was willing to die”

“There was a time I was willing to die.”

Such a thing shouldn’t have taken Atsushi by surprise, but somehow it happened anyway. Though maybe it wasn’t as much about the words themselves as it was about Akutagawa expressing it out loud to him.

“What changed?” His reply, he was aware, came off incredibly awkward. But… What more to say in a moment like that?

“I tasted death.” Akutagawa answered, with his eyes fixed on the view before them; a fading sunset, making way for what seemed quite the starry night. Atsushi, meanwhile, was becoming too enraptured with what he was saying to dare look away. “And then I realized I wanted– want more. I want to keep being dragged through bars as Nakahara-san’s drinking companion even though I will have one or two cups at most. I want to sit on the couch beside Gin as we continue our latest joint crocheting project. I want to fulfill our deal after those six months fully pass.”

“Wait– you expect me to believe you’d still try to kill me, even after sacrificing yourself for me?” A Rashômon band instantly slapped his mouth shut, then shortly after Akutagawa’s hand took its place.

Which meant he was now really close, and it wasn’t like they had been sitting exactly far apart before either.

“Maybe I still consider you mine to kill and mine alone, jinko.” Those words shouldn’t have sent that kind of goosebumps down Atsushi’s spine, but they did (he would totally blame the direct contact instead). “Maybe you are somewhat right, but I still want the satisfaction of winning.” That was something Atsushi wouldn’t put past him, yes. And, to be honest, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Then, if we’re not so beaten up we can’t even stand, can I suggest dinner afterwards?”

chuuran + “stop talking. the worst thing that you can do right now is say another word”

“Stop talkin’, sheesh.” Chûya said, slapping a hand against Ranpo’s mouth with no actual force but enough speed to try and make a convincing argument. “The worst thing that you can do right now is say another word.”

As an answer, there was a shit-eating grin that might be covered right then, but still was noticeable, partly by touch and partly due to the smug as hell glance Ranpo directed Chûya during the whole process; it was both alluring and adorable, but acting on it at the moment wouldn’t be a good idea. After all, they were trying not to get caught, or managing to sneak into the place as well as blending in with the crowd would have been for absolutely nothing.

It was still tempting, though, and Chûya intended to hold that thought for when all was said and done. Which hopefully, and if things went as planned, could be somewhat soon.

“Hm.” A second later, after Ranpo let out that brief affirmative sound and nodded, the hand was retrieved.

“Good.” Chûya replied, in barely a whisper and mirroring the gesture. “We should be able to keep goin’ in three…” There was no ‘two’ or ‘one’, since the opportunity presented itself sooner than anticipated. “Now.” 

Said and done: holding onto each other’s hand and making a point to be as quiet as possible, they started running.

(Also on ao3.)