#mortirite

[mortifry]

Not very many people live long enough to tell the tale of how they’ve come face-to-face with the Grimm Reaper. No, nobody ever gets a chance to talk about just how devilishly handsome he looks right before he ends their lives, nor do they get to tell anybody about how he favors the old pistol hidden in his well-worn, brown leather jacket, rather than a scythe. Nobody ever gets that second wind on him—nobody ever gets a chance to fight for their life.

Sure, there are stories about him that float around in an endless game of telephone—rumors that could ruin another man’s life, but nobody ever gets the smaller details right. Nobody talks about how he likes his coffee with a pinch of sugar and half a cup of whiskey. Nobody ever mentions how unflattering the color yellow looks on him, even though that’s his go-to. They’d prefer to paint him in black with a halo of gold. Nobody says anything about the photograph of his daughter that lies face down on his desk, covered in a layer of dust for who knows how long. They don’t talk about how his mitch-match eyes pierce through even the darkest rooms, like stars millions of light-years away, and that meeting his gaze makes you feel like you’re farther from home than you’ve ever been.

No, nobody ever gets that close. Nobody ever gets to stay around long enough to see the way he looks when he stares out the huge window in his office as the purple glow from Pandora dances off his hard features, making him look softer and smaller than he’s been made out to be. They don’t see him as he looks past the planet he hopes to conquer—past the people he’d step on just to do it—nobody sees how solemn and empty he looks when he thinks he’s alone.

Perhaps there’s a reason nobody ever gets to see the man under the mask as the person he is, rather than the image he’s made for himself. But for that reason, I will never know.

[mortifry]

Aizawa catches the attention of a certain yakuza!!!!!!!!!