[There it is. Out in the open. But once it's sitting there in front of him, Hitoya still hesitates, just a moment, in reaching out to take it. Ichiro's demeanor, his posture and the tension that has welled back up inside him, it precedes anything he might say and it's almost enough to keep Hitoya from asking entirely.]
... I wouldn't be so fucked up about all this if I did. [Ichiro answers in a mumble but it will still be audible to Hitoya. He just hopes he doesn't have anything to say about it.
After a beat, he takes a breath and straightens up.
C'mon. Be strong.]
Like I said, it didn't make sense. He wasn't making any sense; it was like he was trying to find an excuse to hate me in the moment. But it didn't matter if he had one or not. He'd decided he was done with me - [Me sounds too vulnerable again. He'd made the same mistake with Jyushi but this time there is no way to fix it. Kuko had made it clear that he was sick of Ichiro specifically.] and you know that once he's set on something, there's no changing his mind.
[None of this comes as a surprise. It doesn't offer any answers to the holes in this mystery but, it's not a surprise. Thought Hitoya keeps it to himself this time.
Ichiro may not notice, but the lawyer's expression has softened. He's like the kid from the outset. That Jyushi liked him, got on with him in ways that two teenagers should, only proved to be another mark in his favor. And at some point, he'd earned the highest mark of distinction of all from their team members.
It didn't add up. Not the way Ichiro is saying it went down. That much, Hitoya is certain of.]
You ever consider that it might not be about you? Think about it. He'd be quite the hypocrite to just dismiss you without any explanation.
[It's like he'd said. Bonds like that can't be severed so easily. Not even in death. Straight from the source.]
That's not the Kuko I know. And I'm willing to bet it doesn't sound like the one you knew deep down either.
No, Kuko's not like that. [He shakes his head.] But then I really don't have any answers.
[Of course Ichiro had considered it might not be about him. Even after Samatoki talked him down, anger had festered from that fresh wound and he couldn't do anything but accuse Kuko of being the sole cause of it all. Ichiro hadn't done anything wrong. He couldn't have. They'd been normal just the day before. They were looking forward to facing off with Kujaku Posse as the four of them. Kuko was just being a punkass or had some other motive.
Blaming Kuko had just left him feeling sick, though, and left him with only two options that had never felt right either. Either he had done something or something had happened to Kuko to make him act that way. It would make sense, considering Sasara had pulled the same thing on the same day but... somehow it was so hard to believe. And then everything with The Dirty Dawg happened - his blowout with Samatoki. Samatoki blamed him for something, so it only made sense that he was the common factor in both breakups.
But at least Samatoki had a reason, whether it was correct or not. He hadn't been grasping at straws like Kuko had been, and that makes Ichiro return to a previous thought.
He hesitates before speaking.]
How... much do you know about Sasara-san?
[This isn't his story to tell - he hadn't even told Rosho about Sasara's time in MCD - but if it has anything to do with Kuko, he can't keep quiet. That's why he's here with Hitoya. So they have to talk about it.]
Before coming to Avalon? [The pivot to Sasara isn't something he was expecting.] I was only aware of him from his show.
[He lifts his hand only to find his cigarette is all but extinguished by this point, moving instead to stamp the remains of it out in the ashtray. He leaves it there and doesn't show any signs of lighting another.
Ichiro must have his reasons for bringing him into the conversation now.]
Even now I wouldn't say we're particularly close. Wouldn't have pegged him for the type to be leading team of his own but considering who he's working with I suppose it makes sense. Jyushi only mentioned that he'd been part of your team in Ikebukuro. You, Kuko and Samatoki Aohitsugi.
[And then it dawns on him.]
So what caused him to head back to Osaka? He was already gone by the time The Dirty Dawg was formed, wasn't it?
You got it. Same day Kuko pissed off, Sasara-san called up Samatoki to do the same. No idea why and I was under the impression that he and Samatoki were just as close as Kuko and I.
[God, is he - is Ichiro stupid? Why had he insisted on blaming either of them this whole time when it was, clearly, never that simple? Nothing was ever what it seemed once the Hypnosis Mics were introduced.
There are still several holes in this conclusion but it now feels so solid of an explanation.
Ichiro slumps forward, face in his hands, over the table.] Dammit - I feel so stupid.
[Hitoya sucks in a breath. The revelation damning all by itself without needing to comment on it. In life there were always coincidences but this? In his world, the world of law, they'd call this a lead.
Following that train of thought, hadn't something similar happened to The Dirty Dawg? Unlike these turf battles that had taken place in one small ward, their subsequent rise to power and fall from grace had been recorded all within the public eye. Everyone knew how that had ended. To think it wasn't the first time Ichiro had faced these circumstances... his posture fills in any blanks left by his word.
Reaching out across the table, Hitoya clasps Ichiro on the shoulder in a way that he hopes is reassuring.]
Don't blame yourself. Someone... something has been working hard to pull these strings while keeping all of us just far enough apart that we stay in the dark.
[Frowning, he can't help thinking how and why he may have been a target as well. And for a moment he shares in Ichiro's sentiments. How easily had they preyed on that?]
You know... aside from Kuko, I've got another connection to all of this I should probably mention. Me and Shinjuku's leader go way back.
[He's not trying to make it into conversation, just add to the magnitude of what they're looking at. It leaves a rotten taste in his mouth that has nothing to do with his talents as a Death mage. Sure, he and Jakurai had ended things on terrible terms but that was their business and not for anyone else to manipulate or use to their own ends.]
So whatever you're feeling right now? You should save it up and pay it back to whichever bastards are responsible, sevenfold.
[Hitoya's hand on his shoulder does exactly as is intended. It's grounding in its weight and Ichiro can feel the tension draining from his body like a dam bursting.]
Tenfold. [He corrects. Because if whoever, or whatever, had managed to get so many people - all the people he cares about - entangled in this game of theirs, then they deserved nothing less. Years of questions and frustrations can't be compensated for so easily.
There are still so many questions that have yet to be answered, too, but Ichiro feels better about it all. Which is a relief since he'd gone into this expecting the worst. Jyushi and Tsumugi had been right --
Ichiro's head snaps up.] I need to talk to Jyushi.
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Nothing Hitoya has said sounds unusual. That's Kuko. A real friend is someone you can call family.]
I don't know. We didn't end on good terms. Maybe he was trying to make sure that didn't happen again.
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[There it is. Out in the open. But once it's sitting there in front of him, Hitoya still hesitates, just a moment, in reaching out to take it. Ichiro's demeanor, his posture and the tension that has welled back up inside him, it precedes anything he might say and it's almost enough to keep Hitoya from asking entirely.]
Do you have any idea why?
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After a beat, he takes a breath and straightens up.
C'mon. Be strong.]
Like I said, it didn't make sense. He wasn't making any sense; it was like he was trying to find an excuse to hate me in the moment. But it didn't matter if he had one or not. He'd decided he was done with me - [Me sounds too vulnerable again. He'd made the same mistake with Jyushi but this time there is no way to fix it. Kuko had made it clear that he was sick of Ichiro specifically.] and you know that once he's set on something, there's no changing his mind.
I never got an answer.
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Ichiro may not notice, but the lawyer's expression has softened. He's like the kid from the outset. That Jyushi liked him, got on with him in ways that two teenagers should, only proved to be another mark in his favor. And at some point, he'd earned the highest mark of distinction of all from their team members.
It didn't add up. Not the way Ichiro is saying it went down. That much, Hitoya is certain of.]
You ever consider that it might not be about you? Think about it. He'd be quite the hypocrite to just dismiss you without any explanation.
[It's like he'd said. Bonds like that can't be severed so easily. Not even in death. Straight from the source.]
That's not the Kuko I know. And I'm willing to bet it doesn't sound like the one you knew deep down either.
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[Of course Ichiro had considered it might not be about him. Even after Samatoki talked him down, anger had festered from that fresh wound and he couldn't do anything but accuse Kuko of being the sole cause of it all. Ichiro hadn't done anything wrong. He couldn't have. They'd been normal just the day before. They were looking forward to facing off with Kujaku Posse as the four of them. Kuko was just being a punkass or had some other motive.
Blaming Kuko had just left him feeling sick, though, and left him with only two options that had never felt right either. Either he had done something or something had happened to Kuko to make him act that way. It would make sense, considering Sasara had pulled the same thing on the same day but... somehow it was so hard to believe. And then everything with The Dirty Dawg happened - his blowout with Samatoki. Samatoki blamed him for something, so it only made sense that he was the common factor in both breakups.
But at least Samatoki had a reason, whether it was correct or not. He hadn't been grasping at straws like Kuko had been, and that makes Ichiro return to a previous thought.
He hesitates before speaking.]
How... much do you know about Sasara-san?
[This isn't his story to tell - he hadn't even told Rosho about Sasara's time in MCD - but if it has anything to do with Kuko, he can't keep quiet. That's why he's here with Hitoya. So they have to talk about it.]
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[He lifts his hand only to find his cigarette is all but extinguished by this point, moving instead to stamp the remains of it out in the ashtray. He leaves it there and doesn't show any signs of lighting another.
Ichiro must have his reasons for bringing him into the conversation now.]
Even now I wouldn't say we're particularly close. Wouldn't have pegged him for the type to be leading team of his own but considering who he's working with I suppose it makes sense. Jyushi only mentioned that he'd been part of your team in Ikebukuro. You, Kuko and Samatoki Aohitsugi.
[And then it dawns on him.]
So what caused him to head back to Osaka? He was already gone by the time The Dirty Dawg was formed, wasn't it?
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You got it. Same day Kuko pissed off, Sasara-san called up Samatoki to do the same. No idea why and I was under the impression that he and Samatoki were just as close as Kuko and I.
[God, is he - is Ichiro stupid? Why had he insisted on blaming either of them this whole time when it was, clearly, never that simple? Nothing was ever what it seemed once the Hypnosis Mics were introduced.
There are still several holes in this conclusion but it now feels so solid of an explanation.
Ichiro slumps forward, face in his hands, over the table.] Dammit - I feel so stupid.
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Following that train of thought, hadn't something similar happened to The Dirty Dawg? Unlike these turf battles that had taken place in one small ward, their subsequent rise to power and fall from grace had been recorded all within the public eye. Everyone knew how that had ended. To think it wasn't the first time Ichiro had faced these circumstances... his posture fills in any blanks left by his word.
Reaching out across the table, Hitoya clasps Ichiro on the shoulder in a way that he hopes is reassuring.]
Don't blame yourself. Someone... something has been working hard to pull these strings while keeping all of us just far enough apart that we stay in the dark.
[Frowning, he can't help thinking how and why he may have been a target as well. And for a moment he shares in Ichiro's sentiments. How easily had they preyed on that?]
You know... aside from Kuko, I've got another connection to all of this I should probably mention. Me and Shinjuku's leader go way back.
[He's not trying to make it into conversation, just add to the magnitude of what they're looking at. It leaves a rotten taste in his mouth that has nothing to do with his talents as a Death mage. Sure, he and Jakurai had ended things on terrible terms but that was their business and not for anyone else to manipulate or use to their own ends.]
So whatever you're feeling right now? You should save it up and pay it back to whichever bastards are responsible, sevenfold.
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Tenfold. [He corrects. Because if whoever, or whatever, had managed to get so many people - all the people he cares about - entangled in this game of theirs, then they deserved nothing less. Years of questions and frustrations can't be compensated for so easily.
There are still so many questions that have yet to be answered, too, but Ichiro feels better about it all. Which is a relief since he'd gone into this expecting the worst. Jyushi and Tsumugi had been right --
Ichiro's head snaps up.] I need to talk to Jyushi.