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My heart is a ghost town

[The bar's been closed on a day it shouldn't be closed, but it couldn't be helped.

Izumo has chosen to take the day off, shooing everyone out of the bar, except for Mikoto and Anna since they live there. Right now, he didn't want to be near HOMRA, being reminded only of memories of Totsuka. Little tokens from Totsuka's hobbies all over the bar, placed neatly in places that can be seen but not in the way, rarely touched now.

Much like the films Totsuka had recorded during his time alive.

It's how he eventually finds himself in his apartment, perched on his couch with a shot glass of Vodka in hand and one of Totsuka's films playing. He's not quite paying attention to it, focused on the sounds rather than the images playing. Every time he hears Totsuka's voice on film, he takes a shot, his throat burning from the alcohol but it was a burn he welcomes all the same.]

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Ah yeah. [He lifts his head and looks at Izumo.]

Sorry, I don't think I can stop him anymore, even though you have his back.

It's different for me and him. He doesn't depend on me like he depends on you.

We depend on each other for different things. [You're the one who gives us something to come back to. Mikoto was the one who made sure we were still alive, and I was the one who made sure none of us lost themselves along the way.]

It's unfair, how similar this is to that chicken race from before then...

It's ironic how everything has become now.

[Fate is a cruel mistress indeed.]

You died by chance, I keep on living, and Mikoto just keeps running straight to his death.

That's King for you...

["This is a story full of happiness" right until 11:45pm...]

Sorry we're leaving you behind with the kingdom we made together.

I suppose all fairy tales need to come to an end eventually.

Well, it was a happy life. ["Blissful" isn't exactly the word he would use.

They lived happily until they died, huh...]

When you see Mikoto in the afterlife, punch him for me.

You could punch him now for me too. Circle of Friends was a wish for you guys to keep going and he didn't listen.

[Talking with a ghost and making plans to punch their mutual best friend. Never mind that Mikoto would probably just catch Tatara's hand.]

He rarely listens. Only when he's in the mood.

[He laughs again.]

Those were already really infrequent. I don't know when we'll see one of them again...

[He may be a ghost, but he's still going to see them again!]

Hmm, perhaps one day soon.

[When everything will go downhill.]

I hope you're actually nearby when he might listen then. You might be busy doing something else and by the time you get back he's not gonna listen anymore.

[When everything goes downhill.]

The best thing I can do for him is just to stay by his side.

[Because that's all he can do now. Nothing he'll say will change Mikoto's mind. He's infuriating that way, and Izumo loves and hates that part of him.

This is why he can't allow himself to crack, even if the cracks are forming even smaller cracks.]

I was thinking of putting up all of our pictures up on that blank space on the wall.

[...considering Izumo put those pictures up shown in that one episode of return of kings after his best friends died...]

Kusanagi-san is good at that!

[Staying by people's sides.

Infuriating and somehow endearing. They really are helplessly fond of each other.

Tatara blinks.]

You were?

It's a position I'm used to having.

[He hums, nodding.]

I've got a box full of pictures. Might as well put them up for everyone to see.

Hahah, we never really gave you an option, I think.

[Oh...so that's where all those pictures went.]

Good idea! Something they can just look at to remember how happy we all were, rather than having to take time to watch something.

No, ya didn't.

I'll be sure to put 'em up later then.

It worked out though, didn't it? We had a lot of fun together. [Even if they exasperated Izumo on multiple occasions by not quite thinking things through. (Get told not to destroy the building, tells Mikoto it's okay to destroy part of the building...)]

Mm, even if the two o' ya gave me headaches on a daily basis.

[It's been like that long before they've established everything, though, before they became King and Clansmen. Izumo's always been the one to handle everything, Totsuka handled Mikoto, and Mikoto did his best not to burn down anything (even if he usually did).

Memories of them together that has Izumo aching, but not once will he ever let himself break down again because of it.]

At least we didn't repeat the "kick the can" incident!

[Getting his head smashed into the ground by Mikoto was only one of the headache incidents rather than multiple. That has to count for something, right?

They were so young back then, and he's not sure if the King of back then who didn't have anything hanging over his head was more or less alive than the King who was the Red King and slept constantly.]

And you know he didn't mean to give you headaches. [He's...not sure about what he's done to give Izumo headaches, apart from being careless.]

That's a painful memory.

[To Izumo, it was all the same to him.

Mikoto is Mikoto — King or not.]

He doesn't mean to do a lot of things, [Like leaving them all behind.]

It definitely looked painful at the time.

[Well, he does and doesn't; he means to get revenge and that means the others will get left behind.]

And the things he does mean to do aren't always that good of an idea.

Be glad that hasn't happened to you.

He's just full of bad ideas.

I think being grabbed by the head hurts enough. [He is Very Glad.]

Some of them are...better than others. [Yeah, no he agrees. King is a king of bad ideas.]

in which i actually have trouble remembering canon details

Don't worry, I don't remember much either.

\o/

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