✗✗ 004 [ video ]
[ Click! -- and the first thing that is shown is a shaky focus because the communicator is placed down on a table, the thump of boots almost topples it over as they are placed on the table with himself on the couch, and Genkaku’s visage is clearly seen with a cigar lodged between his teeth -- giving his audience a rather half-lazy feral grin as a
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Even if they said that everything would be explained, he felt that it would be remiss of him not to bring something for Nagi. The man was Ganta's friend, wasn't he? Scratching the back of his neck, he really felt he had to talk to him as well, but it seemed like the main person to speak to was Genkaku. A small nod before he knocked on the door alerting those inside of his presence.]
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Strong fingers gripped around the doorknob, and he gave it a sharp turn, forcibly emitting a sound of rust against metal as he opened the door. The sight of Eike instantly made Genkaku give a scoffed snort and he swung the door open to let the other in. A mild disgruntled look marked his features in amused faux-disgust as teeth bit down on the cigar in-between his lips, and he murmured carelessly; ]
Looks like we got guests huh.
[ And with those slurred words, he turned his back and ran a hand through his hair before walking back in a sluggish manner and sitting ( ... )
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Tamaki settled back to get comfortable, crossing his legs slowly and lacing his fingers. His smile was constant, and had formed since the first modest knock on the door. It wasn't such a huge occasion, really, but it was important for them; Eike was well-known, appreciated, blinded by endless enthusiasm, and would be a lot of fun to engage with for it. There was potential there, and Tamaki had never been one to pass up an opportunity that stared him so blatantly in the face.
So here they were, waiting. His eyes turned on Genkaku, watching the imposing shape he made when he stood, walking for the door and swinging it open. Tamaki sat up slightly, narrow-eyed and unblinking until he had his first glimpse of the man outside. Eike looked exactly as he sounded: completely without spine, vulnerable and untainted by the world.
Tamaki greeted him with the most convincing, cheerful smile he could manage. It wasn't hard. He had a lot to be happy about.]
Come on in, Mister Eike! Take a seat.
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[Patting his pocket, he took a few steps towards Nagi. He bowed his head slightly at both Genkaku and Tamaki; just not wanting to appear rude since he had come to see both of them and focusing on someone else. Letting out a soft sigh, he reached into his pocket to pull out the small bag of painkillers given to him. Holding them out, he accidentally dropped them down in front of Nagi instead.]
You didn't look well, so ... please ... take some of these. They'll help.
[Another reach into his pocket to produce a bottle of water. Very odd as it actually seemed his his pants' pockets were empty and were not holding any of these items. He set this next to the small bag on the floor. Realizing that he should just hand it to the man, but worried that such strenuous activity of even moving his arms might be too much. A small cant of his head that showed his worry before he finally took his seat on the couch opposite of Tamaki and Genkaku.Sorry. I realize I might have been overstepping my bounds, but I ( ... )
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and for a moment, he studied eike carefully -- watching the fumbling of the water bottle -- before giving a tiny, cynical smile and turning back away, resting his head once more against the corner, closing his eyes.
whoever this person was, they were inconsequential, and he was too tired to have anything to do with them. the bottle and pills went untouched ]
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He was smiling when Eike sat down, and waved his hand dismissively.] Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. I'm more than happy to explain anything that's concerned you, especially regarding our good friend Mister Nagi.
[His expression took on a serious edge then, and he met Eike's eyes steadily.]
First, let's discuss the boy called Ganta. Have you met him yet?
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Yes. He saved me.
[The nervousness disappeared as he smiled lightly. Maybe a simple 'yes' would be acceptable, but he wanted to tell someone of the good that Ganta did for him.]
I had just arrived and he really saved my life. I know that sounds melodramatic, but I had fallen into one of the danger zones and was hurting pretty bad. Ganta, despite his age, came to my aid. He even got me a doctor. He's a very kind and thoughtful boy.
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... That's precisely what he would have liked you to think, that is. And thus far, he's managed to convince many of the people here of the same thing.
[He leans forward, dropping his voice out of Nagi's hearing range.]
Let me tell you a tale, Mister Eike.
Once upon a time, our good friend Mister Nagi had a wife. She was a very, very beautiful woman, and pregnant with a child - their first. They made a lovely couple, and would have been a wonderful family.
[He cast a glance at Genkaku, and continued with a grave face:] But their happy family didn't last. Ganta, who had already famously butchered all of his classmates, came upon this family in the dead of night and murdered Nagi's wife in cold blood. He violated her corpse by reaching deep inside the knife-wounds in her abdomen and tearing out the unborn child, and made off with it. Its body was never retrieved, and there was a belief during the investigation that he might have eaten it ( ... )
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You cannot fake kindness. There is still some good in him. I will not give up on him. He'll change here and be a better person. I won't just abandon someone like that. There had to be a reason that he killed, that he did this. It might not make sense, but we can't abandon him!
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You understand, don't you? Nagi had to be protected. Unfortunately, it meant we have to make ourselves look rather bad in the process, but it really was the only way we could go forward with minimal casualties.
If you were to try and convince him to listen to the good in his heart, he'd only convince you, as he's convinced everyone else, of the same lie.
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[His thoughts were on Hugo. On everything that Hugo had done. It was his fault that he had fallen that far, and maybe, he was trying to clear his own conscience, his own sins, by wanting to help Ganta. But in the end, he really could not ignore what was done for him. He could have been easily killed by him, and yet, yet Ganta didn't. There had to be some light in him. Right?]
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Oh, but what can you do, Mister Eike? What can any of us do that hasn't been tried before. If all people could be so salvagable, a prison would be a happier place, wouldn't it?
... Of course, if you're suggesting that all he needs is rehabilitation, I suppose there's no reason we can't think towards the same goal.
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[Looking up, he hadn't realized he'd been staring at his shoes. So absorbed in everything that he found out about Ganta. There was no way that he could keep the hopeful tone out of his voice.]
Really?
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I've been thinking of opening a 'rehabilitation facility', since I'm sure he's not alone in being so troubled. If you're of a similar mind, maybe we can be of some help to each other?
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[Ah wait, hold that thought. Drawing himself up a bit to do his best to glare. He does not think that he is particularly intimidating, aware that he is not, but he still wants to get his point across.]
We're not hurting Ganta. Or any of them. Mister Genkaku, I now understand a little about your reasons for ... what you did. But you can't do that. You just can't hurt people. No one should just do that to someone else. Even to protect someone... it just creates more pain and suffering. I won't allow it. Or associate with people who act that way. Okay?
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The glare was only replied with the slamming of boots that carelessly banged on the coffee table between them as hands were folded behind the monk’s neck, and he grinned. This game was gonna take a while. ]
S’that so?
[ He tossed a gaze to his boss briefly before taking his boots off the coffee table and he leaned forward. ]
Y’know, it’s a little rude to just push yourself in other people’s business. Should’ve thought of that; but you’re pretty lucky we’re reasonable people, yeah? Bet you wouldn’t be so lucky if it was anyone else or you’d be diggin’ your own grave -- should be pretty thankful for that.
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