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Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of KamiErabi GOD. app.
Pairing: Goro x Akitsu.
Summary:
Goro is God to him. God crouched in the church of collapsed game machines.
Akitsu…Always with the biting commentary. His truisms cut to the core of Goro's pathetic motion through creation, and his actual bites leave marks Goro can feel despite the rends disappearing from his regenerated flesh.
His teeth sawed down to points, sensing blood in the water like a shark. Akitsu smiles at him with a mouth lined with sabres. Grinding. Slashing.
Something unbalanced about Akitsu. The way he struts, pulling his feet behind him with his wrists at his hips. The way he talks, a ruthless spatter of vulgarities and laid-back pleasantries. Yet he teases Goro for how he moves. And he mocks Goro for his strange bullying quirk.
God heads to class.
God will be one of them. The Great Will of thirsty violence the one-horned puzzles over.
Akitsu spoke in spatters, all right. That's Akitsu's blood…spattered on Goro's cheek.
Gross.
Warm.
Things that're warm are normally alive, aren't they?
Akitsu wasn't dying, was he? WAS HE?
The gap between living and dead isn't much. It takes a small trip. A clumsy step off the school's roof. The joking jester's jaunt. A temporal projection of Goro before either receives his SNS.
But Akitsu troubling Goro to film his stupidity wasn't what did Akitsu in. Freeing Akitsu from the manual's choiring circles was an act of God – an act of Goro – himself.
"Die."
He told Akitsu to die. He prescribed death.
He didn't mean it then.
The Fool was tricked.
He was literally fighting against the clock. The untimely UNEND…of Akitsu's parents, by hanging and by yakuza gunfire.
The pieces fall into place. Interlocking blocks. Clicking.
Akitsu and the game are equals. The machinery of space, arranging around him in Tetris tetrominoes.
Goro is God to him. God crouched in the church of collapsed game machines.