Seven Stitches

Day Three


EDIT: Holy Kaworu! (Haha, see what I did there? ...Yes, yes you're right I should be shot ): ) SO many typos...they are fixed now (:

A/N: Day Three (:

Disclaimer: Panic Abandon does not own Evangelion or Mirai Nikki. I lied, it's not that much longer, but then I figured these conversations really shouldn't last that long .-.


"All of your motives? Instigated. Everything that you are is what I have made you to be."

Akise stared up at the god of time and space in speechless disbelief. Every part of his body was slowly being broken down into pieces of digital matter right before his eyes. He wasn't sure whether it was the shock of seeing such an unfathomable thing or the words that his alleged creator had spoken.

He began to think about all of the time he'd spent with his friends; his family and all the effort he'd put into every case he encountered, convinced that it was all his own. No matter what way he looked at all of those things as well as his memories, despite this devastating revelation, Akise still couldn't-no, refused to believe that he was just some...programmed thing meant for the solitary use of another. With narrowed pink eyes, the silveret glared up at Deus ex Machina who was staring down at him and measuring the futile determination in his eyes.

"It's not possible for me to just be some instrument..." God's messenger insisted. "I've lived for myself and I even have my own ambitions..."

"Those are all false." Deus reminded, watching as the boy's mid-section began to slowly disintegrate.

The disparaging remark seemed to diminish the last of the detective's arguments. Watching silently as his arms began to dissolve from his body, Akise Aru closed his eyes in defeat.

And then...he slowly opened them with a smile; Deus' gaze sharpened.

"I'm still myself, even if I am your creation." The detective said, the pieces that once made up his form joining together again. Muru Muru watched with mild interest from a distance until he was complete, standing on the god's hand once again with a phone in his own.

Deus appeared to frown. "...Why do you say that?"

Akise's smile grew.

"Because..." he said, holding up the newly collected device, "my feelings for Yukiteru-kun are sincere.

From that moment on, nothing else but these words would mean a thing.

No regrets would be had; no desperate sins would go uncommitted, if only to affirm the declaration he had made in regards to his existence and the promise to protect the one that made it real.

You are my life; take me.


...Will you forgive what I've done to give you four white horses?


"You said on the first day that we're the same." Akise sat on the lower rock beside Kaworu's again on the third day, tracing his fingers around his neck thoughtfully; a couple of stitches appeared to have disappeared over the previous two, but an inquiry for that reason would have to wait until another day. He paused and tilted his head up to see that Kaworu was staring out at the water, only appearing to ignore him though he'd learn to know better.

"...Are we exactly the same?"

Kaworu remained still for a time and then glanced at the other boy with a small smirk, carmine eyes glinting in the golden daylight.

"Are you counting the days, Aru-kun?"

"Not really." The detective admitted, and then caught himself before the angel could slip out of his initial question by deflecting it with another. "Will you answer my question, Nagisa-san?"

Kaworu hummed idly to himself for a moment before replying. "…Hm, well I would have say yes; in a fundamental sense, you and I are very much the same."

Akise looked over at him with a small frown while the other man leased his attention back to the beach.

"…That's a very vague statement, Nagisa-san…" he said tersely. "In fact, the same could just as well be said when comparing any other two…beings in the world."

Kaworu's lip curled into a slight, unseen smile at the younger boy's brief hesitation to explain himself.

"I never said these would be quality answers, Aru-kun." The angel insisted, his voice managing to sound even despite his amusement. Then he looked over at the other boy to find him staring right back at him.

Akise suppressed the urge to let out a slightly irritated sigh. His usually calm and cool countenance seemed to come undone whenever the older man purposely evaded his questions completely in whatever way he could.

It was a foreign and unsettling feeling to him, and no matter how he would go about executing his carefully pre-constructed interrogations, it seemed that result was almost always going to be the same.

Raking his fingers through his silvery hair as he titled his head up to the sky, the detective suddenly felt another hand come to rest on top of his head. Puzzled, he dropped his hand into his lap; he looked up expectantly to the man sitting next to him.

"I'm sorry if that answer didn't satisfy you, Aru-kun." The garnet-eyed angel apologized, his soft voice and features appearing sincere. Then he allowed his fingers to slip away from the other boy's silky, argent locks and his hand to settle down on the lower rock. "Sometimes it's better to leave things to the imagination..." his garnet eyes narrowed in consideration while they concentrated on the sanguine sea. "I believe though, that you will figure it out with more time." Kaworu cast the detective a bright smile over his shoulder.

"Besides, don't you agree that it's more fun that way?"

Akise stared at Kaworu for a long moment, contemplating on whether or not the man was just cleverly avoiding his question again, or if he was actually giving him something to think about; it was seemed to be suspiciously the former, but…

Deciding to give the man the benefit of his doubt, Akise got up from his rock and hopped down into the sand; he didn't notice when Kaworu's hand reached out to him, fingertips barely brushing at the back of his neck with a gentle swipe just as he dropped out of immediate sight.

"Will you visit tomorrow?" he called to the detective who was now walking opposite their daily meeting place.

Akise glanced over his shoulder, a passive smile gracing his lips. "Of course." He said, despite his precedent, mild frustration with the other. Kaworu smiled down at him, their eyes meeting and then the angel's traveling somewhere in the general vicinity of the younger boy's shoulder and lingering there for a curious moment before shifting back to the sea.

"Good-bye then, Aru-kun. I look forward to hearing your next question tomorrow."

"Sure. See you later, Nagisa-san." The roseate-eyed detective agreed with a nod and then continued on his way.

Curled up on his rock, Tabris tilted his head down and smiled at the sand below as the third stitch disappeared.


TBC

A/N: Wow. If I hadn't spent so much time screwing around on Tumblr today this chapter probably would have come out a lot earlier. Sorry about that.

Nighty night and until tomorrow!