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Sakuya Kira ([personal profile] counterfeitheart) wrote 2018-06-13 04:36 am (UTC)

[Kira leans on Alucar just as soon as he can, feeling pretty comfortable with him like this. He wonders for a moment how it must be for Alucard, who is only 19, with a possible eternity ahead of him. How long it has been since Lucifer was actually so young. He must have also felt that those years of his life would never end, that everything would be the same forever.]

Kira was only seven years old, when his mother and he died. It was a car crash. She was gone instantly, but he hung on, long enough to make a deal with me.

"What would you do", I asked him, "If you were to live through this?"

He told me he wanted to read, and that he wanted his father to hate him. Because he would die young, even if I were to take his body, and he didn't want his father to have to suffer the loss of another loved one.

[Kira looked up to Alucard then, still leaning on him a little.]

Oh, I did it all. I'm the Devil, you know? Drinking, smoking, drugs, sleeping around, sometimes with prostitutes, even. Joined a gang, got into fights with him as often as I could. I even confessed to a murder, and when he came to see me in a cell, I told him his son was dead.

He was dead and I was a monster who took his place. Because it was true, and because I hoped it would hurt enough to get him away. He had a business trip in Hong Kong, and Tokyo was going to be destroyed... Found him lying in the rubble a few hours later. He'd canceled his flight because he 'had a feeling that if he went he'd never see his son again.'

[Kira seemed a little stiff at that, and wiped at his face, DEFINITELY not crying.]

Stupid, right?

Ten years and I fuckin' go soft. Keepin' a buncha druggies alive, tryin' to save my human father. It ain't even like I got laid out of it.

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