teengirlparadise | excuse the dust

[Kido has been trying to keep the hell to herself lately. Like there is too much shit going down to really want the media casting their eye back on her. Especially when her own eyes seem to be malfunctioning.

So her hood is up when she moves around the city. And she doesn't pay much attention to anyone around her. But it's the flash of the hoodie in the corner of her eye that stops her short. the blonde hair. It's like there's a chill up her spine. Momo could've been a part of her delusions based just on the fact she already knew her. But she's never seen this guy in her life, has she?

But the only thing that bubbles up when she sees this kid is exasperation, tainted with a feeling similar to the one she has for Trucy and Tiger. What. the fuck.]

You.

[YEAH THAT'S. THAT'S NOT. WEIRD KIDO. You were making friends like you were getting so close to being a functioning human being.]

Me!

[Kano's already been warned that his friends probably won't recognize him, but that's ok. He's fine with that.

- actually, he's not. Kido acting like she's never seen him before in her life cuts through him like a knife. Somebody else has betrayed him. Someone else has left him behind.

Outwardly, though, Kano just smiles. Ayano dying didn't make his mask crack, why would this?]

Should I do a self-introduction, or is that too much?

[She moves forward to catch him by the front of his shirt, like that's somehow intimidating. Is this guy part of the reason she's been remembering things that never happened to her? Part of the reason her entire life has flown off the tracks? Is he part of the reason all of this has come together and ended with Lesedi fucking torturing her.

Maybe the grab would've been more threatening if her hands weren't shaking.]

I've seen you before. Where the hell did you come from? Who the hell are you?!

[She's not reacting to this well as she flips through each of the memories she has of him--small, with her and the black-haired boy as they so resignedly told Ayano that they were monsters. Small as they played with the man in the classes she called "dad." Not nearly so small as she received text messages in a department store that was being held hostage. Stupid pictures that had annoyed her. Who the hell is this kid?]

[There's the faintest flicker of anger across Kano's face who did this to her he will destroy them, immediately replaced with a nonchalant expression.]

I'm a little hurt - you don't remember your own brother?

Don't pull that shit. I don't have a brother.

[But she doesn't have a sister, either, she's sure. And in her mind, now she has two of them.]

[Kano pulls the edge of his hood down to obscure his face, and when he lifts it again, there's a very different person standing in front of Kido.]

shuuya 'oh yeah i'll just imitate our other brother to try and make her remember' kano

Are you really so sure about that, Kido? Are you?

[She jerks back from him with an almost violent force. She tries to react angrily, tries to summon the frustration she felt just a second ago, but instead she feels sick. Like her stomach is twisting, like she should know what's happening. Like this is right. Normal.

Her breath comes short in her chest and all at once she feels impossibly lonely. Like she's missing something. Her eyes glow red before she looks away, squeezing them shut like she definitely doesn't want to see anymore.]

Stop it! [She knows this face too and seeing it hits her like a hammer in her chest. She doesn't want to deal with the panic anymore. This keeps happening--this awful feeling--and she hates it.]

Sorry, sorry! I just thought it'd be easier if I was Seto - he's nicer, you know?

[Nevermind the fact that the Deceiving Eyes don't make him into a person and therefore any good qualities Seto has aren't automatically going to help him. Mainly because Kano is still an asshole, no matter who's face he's wearing.]

Ahhh . . . this is really bad. Much worse than I thought, you didn't even hit me!

[Seto. A name to a face. Another pang of loneliness. Kido doesn't understand why this is happening. She takes a deep shaky breath.]

I--I'm not gonna hit somebody I don't even know! [She doesn't know him. She doesn't. She can't. Her family is the band, it's the only family she has outside of the parents who don't even acknowledge she exists. There's nothing else. there can't be anything else.] What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?! [He can't be the source behind these memories, can he?]

[The others had asked him, out of idle curiosity and to make small talk, why he agreed to come. He'd told them "well, I'm just such a nice guy" and other meaningless platitudes. He could say that here, could lie through his teeth and she wouldn't even know, but -]

I came to get my sister back. I already lost one, I wasn't about to lose another. [He shoves his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, shoulders hunched in slightly.] We looked for you for months. Months, Kido. And you don't even know who we are.

[He should have tried talking to Momo first. It would have been way easier than this.]

I don't! Because I'm not your sister. [She tries for anger but part of it is fear. Part of it is the way her tongue tries to stop her from responding. She can't quiet manage to sound as angry as she wants to.]

Are you the reason I've been seeing this shit?! Lesedi's about to friggin' kill me over it, so knock it off! I'm sorry about your sister, but you have the wrong person.

The snake only lets me change myself.

[Yeah. Definitely should have tried for Momo. He laughs. God, this is such a clusterfuck. He pulls his hood down again, and looks up as Momo.]

you know maybe if you weren't such an asshole this would go better kano

See? I can be anyone, but I can only affect your eyes. The people who took you, and probably this "Lesedi," they're the ones you should be mad at.

[Oh no. That makes her see red. In a more figurative way than you know... having red eyes which is also a thing she is dealing with.

She is going to punch him square in the face for pretending to be her girlfriend.]

Don't you fucking dare use her like that. [It seems that somehow Kido's language has gotten more crass!]

[Ok, ow. Ow, ow, ow but also what the actual fuck. He changes back as soon as she punches him, but he is so confused.]

Since when do you care that much about Momo? [Like, obviously they're good friends but. This seemed more personal than that.] Did something happen while you were here?

My love life is none of your business. [She's shaking off her hand. She hasn't hit anybody in a long time. She doesn't realize she totally let exactly what happened out.]

[Kano's face goes from confusion to sheer delight. This is the best thing he's ever heard.]

Your love life? [wipes a fake tear from his eye.] Aaa, they grow up so fast.

[You should probably punch him again, Kido.]

[She would but she's realizing she really doesn't need an assault charge. She's grabbing for her phone.]

I'm calling the cops.

And what are you gonna tell them? "Officers, I assualted a guy because he turned into my girlfriend! Please come help me."

[This time, he doesn't bother with the hood, just changes into Ayano.]

this fate could have been avoided if kano had any common sense

I'm sure that'll work really well, especially if this guy you claim to have been talking to doesn't exist.

Edited 2016-01-14 03:51 (UTC)

[Wow, Kano. That was a dick move. Her eyes widen and she's... silent.

Also she's absolutely sure that this kid was sent here to torture her some more so this is probably not gonna be in her list of greatest things that ever happened to her.]

[Look, Kano is good at exactly one thing besides lying like a rug and it's being an utter asshole.

. . . Also being Ayano is almost like his own personal security blanket at this point.]

What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost.

[She falls a step back.

Two.

Her voice isn't even a whisper and she sounds like she's about to cry this is so messed up.]

Stop it.

excuse the dust

aaron burr | hamilton: an american musical

shuuya kano | kagerou project

slides a game kido across the table.

/CRASHES IN HERE ONE MILLION YEARS LATE thanks holidays

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