#he finally went out. Ten & Kyo usually at least get a 'read' even when he ignores them so they notice theres nothing. they try calling-

[nerosdayinanime]

reminiscing about a life left behind

this is after the reunion at the bar, when Giyuu left Makomo tried to talk to him & figure out why he faked his death (then came back??) and left pretty soon after when he not so subtly brushed off her questions and vaguely apologized for disrupting things. Tengen & Kyojuro got extremely worried about him immediately ordering as many drinks he could at a time and being his usual happy-go-lucky self after Giyuu- the quietest and least confrontational person in the whole office -sent him to the floor in a fit of cold rage. They watched (and joined, though not to the same extent) as he got absolutely wasted, his suddenly saccharine attitude showing off just how much of his personality is just a performance.

Between the revelation that hes a demon slayer- a hashira just like them -and finally noticing the seam in his otherwise perfect mask, the both of them figure he's just as fucked up as they are from their job. Tengen has his own guise of extravagance, Kyojuro always being loud and proud to hide his insecurities- but Sabito was subtle about it. He was happy and playful, but not too much so like Kyojuro was- he also became a master of diverting attention from himself, they didn't know much about his personal life or hobbies- or anything outside of when they hung out or stopped by the little grocery store he worked at. Didn't know his favorite color, what genre of music he liked, what his favorite movie was- didn't know if he's ever had a partner or other friends, nothing about his school life or parents or if he had any siblings- nothing! He was a ghost of a person, like he merely popped into existence when they met him. That's probably not too far off- they didn't meet Sabito that day, they met his empty smile. Without ever realizing there was nothing behind it.

Thoroughly disconcerted by the realization and very worried about Sabito chugging alcohol like he had nothing left to live for while laughing like there was nothing wrong, they kept a close eye on him. When he starts getting quiet they force him to stop drinking and drag him back to his apartment and stay the night crashed on the couch & floor. In the morning Sabito was fucked. Absolute shit time. Had a vague feeling he shouldn't think about anything so he didn't, just fucked around with a worried Tengen & Kyojuro until they left. Continued not thinking about anything, did a bunch of chores and errands so he didn't have to think about Giyuu. Even fixed a neighbor's ac unit with the help of a youtube tutorial. As soon as the sun started setting he donned his slayer uniform and ignored painful sting in his heart at the sight of his old fox mask hanging on the wall, settling his face into the same empty smile as the default slayer mask he uses now. That night he was a beast- merciless and scathing strikes, chasing down terrified demons like he had a score to settle. Completely ignored other slayers he ran into, simply pushing past them dealing the kill and moving on.

This little routine continued for a few days- overworking himself desperately trying to keep out of his head, deflecting and straight up ignoring Tengen & Kyojuro asking about how he's doing, fleeing any of the other hashira or water-fox squad trying to ask about him and what all he's been doing the last several years, pissing off lower-level slayers he steals kills from. He works until he passes out from exhaustion, getting up and doing all it again when he wakes. A few weeks later and it catches up to him despite his attempts at running.

Giyuu hates him.

Rightfully so, he left him to burn like a coward and a fool. And did what with his time? Do nothing but make more mistakes? How many people hes lied to and let down? He's done nothing but run.

He knew it'd happen. As soon as he stopped moving he would never want to start again, as soon as he stopped running, as soon as he tripped- as soon as he hit the ground he'd never want to get up again. Years of grief stress and denial hit him all at once, he doesn't know what to do. Walls too high to see over, too deep to dig under, too thick to simply power through. No one on the other side who really needs him anyway.

Why does he even bother?

He stares at his fox mask. Hand crafted by the man he thought of as a father, who took him in and taught him to defend himself and protect others. Real good job he did of that. All he's done since he started running was hurt hurt hurt. The people he cared about and respected the most- abandoned. Everyone else left in the dust like they were nothing.

What fucking good..

...

He thinks of the better days. When he was a son, helping his mom water the plants so they'd bloom bright and vivid. When he was a brother, helping his little sister reach the top shelf for candy. When he was a student, fueled by his grief and anger with a promise not to let anyone else lose as much as he had. When he was a friend, pulling Giyuu out to see a meteor shower in their favorite clearing. When he was a boyfriend, feeding popcorn to Giyuu laying across his legs watching a movie together. ...He threw that all away and for what? So he wouldn't have to face his failures? How fucking pathetic.

He'd never have any of that again. Burned his bridges, destroyed the foundations, turned the ground to shifting sand. His head thunked against the wall behind him, why did he have to fuck everything up?

#neros art tag #vigi au #sabito #kny sabito #read After the main post- sui & hospital stuff warning in further tags: #then it gets to the part from Smokey Eyes :) #he gathers up as much shit as he can and starts chugging. he gags but gets it all down. #ties the fox mask in place to hide his shame and let him fall asleep in a peaceful dark. breathed in the sweet smell of chloroform until #he finally went out. Ten & Kyo usually at least get a 'read' even when he ignores them so they notice theres nothing. they try calling- #he doesnt pick up. not even after the 7th time when he for sure wouldve snapped at them to fuck off already. The both of them quickly head #over to his apartment thinking he finally snapped- Tengen nearly screams when he opens the door and sees the creepy stare from the mask #Kyo hurries over to his slumped form and realizes how cold he is the same time Ten notices how slow his heart's beating. full panic mode. #they rush him to the hospital where he gets revived- Kyo grabbed some of the mostly empty bottles he found and Ten tells them it most #definitely wasnt some accident or mishap. sabito blearily starts fighting back when he comes to enough and they have to strap him down so #he wont hurt himself or any staff. eventually hes stable enough for ten and kyo to come in again and theyre so thrown off by his demeanor #hes a broken man. for once his real self on full display. anguish sorrow shame and exhaustion writ into his very being. silent tears #tracking down his face. he doesnt move- doesnt really react when they walk in. the little fight he had was gone. just follows them with his #eyes. doesnt respond when they try to talk to them. he just lays there looking at them with a sadness like he expects them to leave #kyo sits next to him and comfortingly pets his head. sabito closes his eyes in defeat- fresh tears and a shakey exhale. #the two of them sit and talk at him for a while- very serious about enforcing that they deeply care about him. #'dn't..' 'dont? dont what? care about you?' 'm not good.. bad fr u...' 'tough luck man. i care about you anyway.' 'yeah!' #of course the two of them can only stay so long before they're kicked out since its late- plus they have jobs to do #tengen leaves his personal phone with sabito so he & kyo can text/call when they can- sabito's stuck at the hospital for a while tho #next day when kyo's at the office giyuu asks what him & ten left the office in such a hurry for 'uhhhh. cant say' 'why not?' 'hippa' #'..since when were you a doctor?' 'im politely ending this conversation! how has your day been so far?' '....okay' #thats it for now i think- i dont have much else after this point #glad to finally write it all down tho- 'm very bad about not doing that then forgetting #sabito does not have a good time in this au</3 no one does #everyones trying to cope with minimal therapy & the constant threat of death anyway #i need to do some more shit w the rest of the water-fox squad. flesh them out some. so far ive just been throwing concepts at a wall

[jojotier]

Part 8 kira gets bored and starts putting on a sock puppet show for himself with killer queen, then gets walked in on by josefumi

(haha now here’s the funny bit about this drabble- I actually haven’t read up to part 8, and only just got done with p4 recently, but since i wanna go in order and start p5 I decided to just skim the wiki’s pages, ask some people about these guys and go for it! So here’s your part 8 Kira stuff lmao- and I apologize in advance if its ooc)

It wasn’t too often that Kira found himself in the throes of boredom- there was always something or another to be working on, and he usually was able to keep himself busy between trying to sketch out his own fingertips and general homework and familial obligations- but when he found himself there, it hit him upside the head with the force of an ambulance bashing his skull in.

No book held his attention long enough. He tried to read a little of some book he read for class a couple years ago, something he gave up on after reading the first line of “Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can’t be sure.” at least ten times and deeming whatever absurdity that came next meaningless. Sketching was out of the question- his charcoals were all broken or far too dull, and even then he didn’t feel like dealing with the fine coal mess on his fingers or his desk.

He could tell the stern from the bow from each individual mast on a ship blindfolded and with only his sense of smell intact, but spending a couple hours hunched over a small wooden model and slowly accumulating splinters was a thought that made him internally groan. 

There was nothing holding his attention, and nothing he wanted to do. This was some kind of underrated hell, he was sure.

Kira waited for a couple moments, staring up at the ceiling on the off chance that something would be kind enough to drop in. Anything. Anyone at all. He was going to regret the latter thought later on, sure- but in the midst of everpresent, gnawing boredom eating away at him, even social interaction was seeming like an attractive option. Sure, he wasn’t about to seek it out himself, since that would mean actually dealing with people, but. Kira wouldn’t mind Kyo popping in to sit on his bed and talk at him, or even for that brat Josefumi to breeze through.

When nothing happened, he stared a little more vehemently at the ceiling and waited for a moment longer. When it became clear that nothing was going to happen except for the buzzing need to find something to do under his skin, Kira sighed and sat up and oh hello there. 

Killer Queen had come out on its own. He thought that maybe he should be a little more startled by this fact than he actually was, but from what he understood, Killer Queen just kind of did what she wanted. Right then she floated somewhat above the bed, looking down at him with an impassive face. They stared at each other for a few moments longer before Killer Queen went off and started rifling through Kira’s drawers.

This again, huh. Kira sighed, but didn’t really have the energy to tell her to stop. She had a small tendency to try and bring Kira a multitude of things that he didn’t even realize were in the house, from cigarettes (which he didn’t smoke-  the nicotine would stain his nails something fierce and he cared too terribly about them to do that) to an outdated radio that only blared one morning broadcast from the summer of 1999. Where had they even had that radio in this house? Kira didn’t know. And for right then, he didn’t particularly care- at least this was giving him something to do other than count the pockmarks in the plaster above him.

Then, Killer Queen came back over with a couple ratty old pieces of cloth in its hands. The stand shoved them insistently into Kira’s front, and Kira had no choice but to take them. He held one up, and he could make out one button eye still sewn in, as well as a shoddily made sailor’s cap. The other one was more suited for piracy, and there was a third piece that fell out the pirate’s hat that looked like an old monopoly toy car. 

These old things. Kira only vaguely remembered making them with Kyo back when they were both barely old enough to run around the house without tripping over things. The sock puppets in his hands had long outlived their usefulness.

Or maybe they hadn’t really. Killer Queen looked at him expectedly, as if it knew something he was just now grasping. While Kira couldn’t remember what exactly those puppet shows had been about, he did feel that they were still fun to do, in the way that only rambunctious five year olds could make them fun for an easily amused three year old. Kira looked between the puppets, then his stand, and then got an idea.

He handed off the pirate to Killer Queen and put his own hand in the one eyed sailor puppet. He felt mildly idiotic, considering the fact that he was sixteen years old and sitting on his bed while his explosion inducing cat man of a fighting spirit floated in front of him moving the pirate puppet’s mouth slowly with calm indifference. But then again- it was still something to do. And it wasn’t as if anyone would walk in at that point, because then it would be life’s way of alleviating his boredom, and absolutely nothing could be that easy.

He kept the dialogue in his head for the most part at first, but honestly, Kira soon found himself getting somewhat into the imaginary plot that he’d cooked up for himself. The sailor puppet (”Gappy”, he’d idly named him somewhat unimaginatively because he remembered that there was a gap between the bed and the wall that he used to almost fall into every night) and his vendetta against Pirate Eye was beginning to heat up, especially with the addition of eight million yen’s worth of gold found in a rusty car at the bottom of the sea. Before he knew it, he was just caught up enough that he didn’t realize he was actually muttering to himself, or that the door slowly slid open.

“Christ, eight million yen?! I haven’t heard of that much gold since the case in Hokkaido a couple decades back…” Gappy reared back, eyes growing momentarily wide as he regained his composure, straightening up. “And I suppose you have that Ainu man on board because he can find it?”

“What other reason would I have some backwards grunt?” The pirate in front of him laughed uproariously, as if this entire thing were simply a game. “It was either him or a Matagi, and those hunters won’t say a damn word. Besides- none of those Matagis have what I have.”

There was terse silence as a thick parcel was dropped on the deck of the opposing ship. From this distance, Gappy couldn’t make out if it were regular paper in a stack thick enough to look like leather from a distance, or if it were something more sinister. He sucked in a breath, his fingers twitching towards the rifle over one shoulder. “The tattoos…!”

“That’s right! I have it now- the map that leads me to riches unrelenting! With this, I can finally do it. I can stage the coup of my dreams, and in the gathering instability, the navy will be too weak to stop my men from extorting them by the billion!”

“You’re one sick bas-”

“Kira.” Kira’s intense focus was broken by the wide eyed, incredulous stare of the sudden intruder in his room. Josefumi stood there, holding a massive venus flytrap that seemed to, for some godawful reason, be full of sharp animal like teeth. There was a long moment of silence, Kira with holding one puppet’s mouth open, Josefumi with a potted plant with the engraving “Audrey 2″ on the clay surface. Then, a wide smile broke out on Josefumi’s face.

“No.” Kira warned. “Don’t you dare.”

“Holy shit, dude-”

“Not another word, Josefumi, do you hear me-”

“I just- really??? Sock puppets??”

“Josefumi I swear to God,”

“Okay, okay.” Josefumi held up one hand placatingly, slowly stepping back. “I won’t say another word.” And he didn’t, for a good moment. Kira was slowly taking off the sock puppet, and was even about to dispel Killer Queen before Josefumi suddenly turned on his heel and took off running down the hallway at full speed, yelling at the top of his lungs. 

“KYO! KYO HOLY SHIT YOU’RE NEVER GONNA BELIEVE THIS-”

“Josefumi you’re DEAD MEAT–”

#my writing #jjba #fanfiction #josefumi kujo #kira yoshikage #jojolion #jojo's bizarre adventure #killer queen #sock puppets #listen man this was #too much fun #i hope you enjoyed lol