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souji narukami

(๑✪ᆺ✪๑)✧ nya

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About what?

[strawberrypunch]

[He takes a breath, not meeting Souji's eyes.]

My master - the one who taught me how to fight - sent me to Tokyo to bide my time. I didn't understand then, but I thought he'd tell me once it was time.

Recently, I remembered meeting him again. Everything was... wrong. [It's hard to explain beyond that.] Everyone was fighting, and he told me...

The reason he trained me to fight was to be an assassin. Like my father.

[He lets that hang in the air. With his powers, his strength...]

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[ an assassin... that can definitely be difficult and although souji has very much separated himself from the person in his memories (it did take him a very long time to do that, though), he can understand that it can still be hard to move on from things like this. ]

... do you remember anything after that? About being an assassin?

[strawberrypunch]

[He shakes his head.]

No. He was trying to kill me. For being... defective.

He sent me to Tokyo to seek people out to kill. But those people... were my friends.

[It had been so overwhelming. His past self could hardly keep up, much less himself now, lacking so many memories. So much context.]

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[ souji pauses, trying to examine tatsuma's face, but then silently, he moves his hand to place over tatsuma's. ]

... that must have been difficult. Remembering something like that.

[ and he can only assume that tatsuma was "defective" for not wanting to kill his friends. ]

[strawberrypunch]

My past self couldn't believe it. I don't remember much about him - but he didn't look like that kind of killer in my other memories, either.

[He closes his eyes, expression tight and lacking in the usual air of peace he seems to give off. Under Souji's hand, Tatsuma's curls up, almost a loose fist.]

I don't know... he said a lot. It was hard to focus, and there's... still a lot I don't know about my other self.

[Though they were still undeniably so similar in so many ways. Hurt, too, in the same ways.]

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[ souji's hand tightens around tatsuma's and he moves in even closer. ]

Does it bother you? Not knowing about your other self?

[ souji's normally found the opposite reaction, where people are bothered by the fact that they know too much about their past selves... ]

[strawberrypunch]

[Tatsuma gives a short nod.]

Mm. I know... we're living different lives. But we're a lot alike.

I don't think he wanted to be an assassin. But he had a lot of powers... and I don't think even he knew about all of them. [There was a man, he remembers, who had to explain what had happened to them.]

So... Now I'm not sure who he was. Or maybe... who he became after all that.

[It's strange. How both he and his past self just moved forward blindly. And now, how that lax approach may have come back to bite them both.]