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Thoughts were abundant in your mind today. None of them positive in the least, all being led back to your fear of failure. This time, failure wouldn't lead to juvenile consequences - it would be your tombstone. You knew that already, of course; it wasn't a hidden possibility.
That doesn't mean you never question your past decisions.
"Hey, Makishima." you call over to the silver-haired male, who as per usual, had his nose buried in a book. He places it down, and sends you an inquiring look.
"Yes?"
"Do you think we're both going to die?"
How he doesn't appear surprised at your question makes your unease worsen. Makishima thinks over it for a few moments, leaving you to shuffle around uncomfortably. Silence didn't suit him.
"There's a good chance," he admits, "Kougami Shinya will be there, there's not a doubt in my mind of that fact. He's capable of dismantling the plan, once he figures it out that is. That itself won't take much time either."
You gulp, "Aren't you supposed to say something... well, I don't know, reassuring? Like 'I'll protect you no matter what', or something."
A chuckle leaves his lips, and he nods.
"I suppose I could've said that, but you once told me you despised lies." he explains, and you nod your head.
"Yeah, you've got me there," you admit. "But in this case, a lie might be comforting."
"Even if you know I'm not telling the truth?"
"Even if."
Bemusement flickers in Makishima's hues.
"I'll give you something better than a lie. How does that sound?" he inquires.
"Considering you just told me I might die a few minutes ago, I can't say I'm looking forward to it. But go on."
You rearrange yourself to be face-to-face with him, awaiting to see what he says next. Makishima has an uncanny ability to enchant those around him with his words. Whether they were persuasive, enlightening, or even both; he drew people to him with the art of speech.
"A motive," he begins, "That's what you have. Or had, in this case. You want to see this society that remains complacent in it's facade of peace crumble. Not the people themselves dying, rather, what shaped this current society in the first place. What led you to this state?"
He knows already. He only wants you to say it yourself.
You sigh shakily, "My brother. He was marked as a latent criminal. His job was... demanding, to say the least. It stressed him out too much. It didn't help that is would-be wife cheated on him. If anything, he's the victim, not the perpetrator Sibyl claims he is!"
Makishima can't help but grin.
"So what is you hate?"
"The Sibyl System, of course."
"Would avenging your brother be worth the possibility of facing death?"
You pause, lips pursing. Would it be? Your mind wonders to the long nights spent listening to your brother's muffled sobs. To the days where he was too weak from work to do anything. To the weeks spent avoiding street scanners in fear of your brother being turned in.
To the day of his inevitable death.
"Yes, it would be."
"Then, you have your motive," he says. "Or, you've always had it. Your only need lies with being reminded of the pain you felt."
"As always, you're right." you give a weak smile. Makishima reaches for your hand, and brings it to his lips. You blink. He pecks the back of your hand in a swift motion, before gently letting go. That would be the most physical affirmation he would offer, most likely.
He returns his attention to his book, while your cheeks are immediately colored with vermillion.
"Maybe, maybe not. I serve as a reminder of what you already know, but have chosen to forget."
Your lips curl into a smile, "You and your wisdom."
Makishima doesn't say anything, but you see the corner of his lip turn up, as he flips onto the next page. Regardless, you felt better. Even if the cold possibility would always be there.
It would be better than staying as one of the sheep Makishima always depicted.
That doesn't mean you never question your past decisions.
"Hey, Makishima." you call over to the silver-haired male, who as per usual, had his nose buried in a book. He places it down, and sends you an inquiring look.
"Yes?"
"Do you think we're both going to die?"
How he doesn't appear surprised at your question makes your unease worsen. Makishima thinks over it for a few moments, leaving you to shuffle around uncomfortably. Silence didn't suit him.
"There's a good chance," he admits, "Kougami Shinya will be there, there's not a doubt in my mind of that fact. He's capable of dismantling the plan, once he figures it out that is. That itself won't take much time either."
You gulp, "Aren't you supposed to say something... well, I don't know, reassuring? Like 'I'll protect you no matter what', or something."
A chuckle leaves his lips, and he nods.
"I suppose I could've said that, but you once told me you despised lies." he explains, and you nod your head.
"Yeah, you've got me there," you admit. "But in this case, a lie might be comforting."
"Even if you know I'm not telling the truth?"
"Even if."
Bemusement flickers in Makishima's hues.
"I'll give you something better than a lie. How does that sound?" he inquires.
"Considering you just told me I might die a few minutes ago, I can't say I'm looking forward to it. But go on."
You rearrange yourself to be face-to-face with him, awaiting to see what he says next. Makishima has an uncanny ability to enchant those around him with his words. Whether they were persuasive, enlightening, or even both; he drew people to him with the art of speech.
"A motive," he begins, "That's what you have. Or had, in this case. You want to see this society that remains complacent in it's facade of peace crumble. Not the people themselves dying, rather, what shaped this current society in the first place. What led you to this state?"
He knows already. He only wants you to say it yourself.
You sigh shakily, "My brother. He was marked as a latent criminal. His job was... demanding, to say the least. It stressed him out too much. It didn't help that is would-be wife cheated on him. If anything, he's the victim, not the perpetrator Sibyl claims he is!"
Makishima can't help but grin.
"So what is you hate?"
"The Sibyl System, of course."
"Would avenging your brother be worth the possibility of facing death?"
You pause, lips pursing. Would it be? Your mind wonders to the long nights spent listening to your brother's muffled sobs. To the days where he was too weak from work to do anything. To the weeks spent avoiding street scanners in fear of your brother being turned in.
To the day of his inevitable death.
"Yes, it would be."
"Then, you have your motive," he says. "Or, you've always had it. Your only need lies with being reminded of the pain you felt."
"As always, you're right." you give a weak smile. Makishima reaches for your hand, and brings it to his lips. You blink. He pecks the back of your hand in a swift motion, before gently letting go. That would be the most physical affirmation he would offer, most likely.
He returns his attention to his book, while your cheeks are immediately colored with vermillion.
"Maybe, maybe not. I serve as a reminder of what you already know, but have chosen to forget."
Your lips curl into a smile, "You and your wisdom."
Makishima doesn't say anything, but you see the corner of his lip turn up, as he flips onto the next page. Regardless, you felt better. Even if the cold possibility would always be there.
It would be better than staying as one of the sheep Makishima always depicted.
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//somehow writes fluff about an evil dude//
ok
fluff will always find a way
after writing a "serious" [quotes bc I suck at writing serious stories] makishima story,
I decided to write something a bit fluffier
makishima has been a semi-obsession for me lately
I'm watch psycho-pass again so
I felt a surge of inspiration to write something for him again
and here it is
a lil fic for him
I don't own you, or Psycho-Pass.
ok
fluff will always find a way
after writing a "serious" [quotes bc I suck at writing serious stories] makishima story,
I decided to write something a bit fluffier
makishima has been a semi-obsession for me lately
I'm watch psycho-pass again so
I felt a surge of inspiration to write something for him again
and here it is
a lil fic for him
I don't own you, or Psycho-Pass.
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fluff is great.
ahh, i like this so much.
p.s. it was great, no need to worry. you kept him in character. (or as in character as a situation like this would be? bc i doubt he is the type to be more)
ahh, i like this so much.
p.s. it was great, no need to worry. you kept him in character. (or as in character as a situation like this would be? bc i doubt he is the type to be more)