accidental video; un: A.

[fabrications]

cw: murder, firearms, blood, suicide imagery

[ The scene opens up to three people in an interrogation room: Akechi, Akira, and a uniformed police officer standing guard.

Akechi steps into the room, calm and composed - even as he lunges forward, steals the guard's handgun, and swiftly attaches a silencer. A single shot is all it takes to drop the officer, and then Akechi and Akira are alone. The former glances at the later, tone distant and icy. ]

I owe you for all of this.. Thanks.

[ Akechi lingers where he stands for a moment, explaining to Akira that this all worked out how he expected and how it's going to serve some other purpose in the end. It's not an elaborate monologue, but it gets the point across: however they got here, Akechi has clearly been planning for it.

When he finally falls silent he adjusts his gloves and steps towards the table. As he raises the gun to aim it directly at Akira's head, a deranged and gleeful expression crosses his face. ]

Case closed. This is how your "justice" ends.

[ Akechi pulls the trigger.

There's a moment of horrible, suspended stillness, Akira's eyes gone glassy and vacant as blood from the bullet wound in his forehead trickles down his face. The stillness only breaks when Akira - when Akira's body - finally slumps forward and over the table, splattering blood across its pristine white surface. Akechi stares down at him for the span of several heartbeats before he steps forward, nudging Akira's head with the barrel of the gun to ensure that he's really dead.

Staging the scene is incredibly simple. The silencer is unscrewed from the gun and tucked away in his coat pocket; the gun itself is placed in Akira's hand, his fingers loosely curled around the hilt and his index finger tucked just so inside the trigger guard. That's all it takes. Akechi steps away and turns to give the scene one last once-over, his expression one of thin amusement.

Then he turns around and walks away. ]

----
[ The scene fades away, revealing nothing more than a perfectly pedestrian home library, shown from the low angle of an Omen that assumes a smaller form. Akechi isn't in view, but his voice can be heard: ]

What was--

[ There's no answer, and the angle of the video feed doesn't change. After a long moment Akechi heaves a sigh, and the video finally cuts off. ]

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video; un: violet

[virtuosital]

[...Well. This certainly was A Way to learn some things. Sumire has more questions after the clear violation of Akechi's very private nature than she did prior, which is actually impressive given how little she really knows about the guy, but--]

[He wouldn't want to talk about it, and it's his birthday, anyway.]

[So she just sends him an entirely unrelated video clip, a colorful ribbon she uses for dancing looped around her finger, the stick end of it braced carefully between Kasumi's little snake jaw while she rests over Sumire's shoulders like a scarf. From the center of it dangles a little hand-written sign, which she gestures to, reading it off.] Happy birthday, Akechi-san.

[fabrications]

[ Akechi's not upset about it, but he finds it a little strange that both Akira and Sumire has elected to dodge the matter at hand in favor of simply telling him 'happy birthday'. Is this just how these two deal with this sort of thing now. ]

Thank you, Yoshizawa-san - and Kasumi, too.

[ It always feels a little weird to address the Omen, given her name - but she is helping. ]

[virtuosital]

[Given she was never actually aware of..., anything involving the interrogation room, outside of "Akira killed himself" and showing up at Leblanc after being tipped off he wasn't actually dead, she doesn't really figure it's her place to acknowledge the change in information presented to her. She pats Kasumi on the head with one finger, and the Omen spits out the end of the ribbon for Sumire to set aside.]

Do you have any plans?

[fabrications]

I can't say that I do. I've gotten used to not doing much to celebrate my birthday, given how busy I tend to be.

[ That and the only person that ever cared died a decade ago. ]

I suppose I don't have that excuse here, do I?

[virtuosital]

[She has the faintest of suspicions that it wasn’t solely because he was busy that he got used to not celebrating a birthday, but she doesn’t voice that. She smiles, Kasumi twining between her fingers.]

If you don’t want to, I won’t make you celebrate, but I would love to celebrate you if you’d let me. [And you’re getting hugged whether you like it or not, buddy.]

[fabrications]

No, I think I'd like that.

[ He has no idea what it would even entail in a place like Trench, but he'd like to try. ]

I'm afraid you'll have to walk me through it, though.

[virtuosital]

[Holy shit she might pee in excitement like a little Pomeranian.]

Really?! Oh-- [She claps her hands together and mashes her face into her wrists a moment.] Yay, thank you! You let me know when you're available, and we'll make it all about you! [Be prepared for a lot of hugging and being spoiled, sir.]