When he moved to Shibuya, he lived in the attic above a coffee shop called Leblanc. While the atmosphere was truly something you couldn't look away from, the man behind the counter made the best cup of coffee in the entire city.
There aren't many eighteen year old detectives in the world. As it turns out, I was only the second. Unfortunately, being the second meant I inherited the title ...
[That's a sentiment he knows all too well. Two years alone with his powers, forced to figure them out on his own. At the time, Akechi felt invincible, like very little could stop him. He finally felt like he had some control in his world.
If Joker is right, even that control was an illusion. It never started and stopped with his father, just as he fooled himself into believing.]
[It takes her a while to finally answer, but eventually she does.]
i'm the only one of my kind. my grandma was a witch and practically invented dark magic. my mom was a werewolf alpha. my dad was one of the original vampires and a werewolf hybrid. i'm all three combined into one really weird package.
i miss my magic. i miss being able to transform and just run. but my head is a little quieter at least.
[It's strange, to both miss and hate pieces of yourself.
As far as the therapy questions, she doesn't mind, honestly. No one ever really asks her how she feels about anything.]
my mom and my dad had a one night stand, and he wasn't supposed to be able to have kids. since, you know, vampire. technically dead. not to mention i've had people trying to kill me since before i was even born because of a prophecy. i'm not sure it wouldn't have been better if they'd succeeded.
first i was supposed to bring an end to the witches of new orleans. eventually they just decided that meant i was going to bring about the destruction of the city altogether.
then there was a different prophecy that wasn't about me at all, but about the destruction of my family.
then there was the mess with The Hollow, the thing that possessed me when i was a kid. that's what ended up in my dad before he died.
i get why The Hollow would make people think that. a lot of people died. the proximity of pieces of her spirit made my throw up snakes, killed flowers, made it rain blood.
it was a lot of magical divination that got changed as things happened.
More of a construction built from that person's wants and desires. It's something that exists in my world. If someone's desires are reinforced enough by the world around them, they can create a structure of their own.
I believe many people say that, and yet, you're upset you lost your father again.
For what it's worth, I've found that such things tend to have an external force hoping to make it happen. If you stop that force, you stop the perceived inevitable end result.
probably in the year of that never happened. but i'm living in a rent free apartment for now. ( the owner keeled over and died. these things do happen. )
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