Aoba Seragaki | Heavy Voicetesting! | Canon = Dramatical Murder

[desiroba]

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Did you really think you could control me forever, "dear Mun"?

You have been playing with him for so long that I thought you'd forgotten about me. Now, let's just see what I'm capable of.

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[fromherbranches]

Ah, the infamous "Id" of Aoba. Pleased to meet you!

Got any plans with your freedom here?

[rhymeorreason]

You... Nobody wants or needs to see what you can do!

[desiroba]

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Do you really think it's wise to push me like that, Aoba?

[rhymeorreason]

I'm telling you how it is. I won't- can't let you hurt people.

[desiroba]

My mun doesn't seem to agree with you. What will you do to stop me?

[rhymeorreason]

Whatever it takes. ...I owe everyone that much.

[desiroba]

...........

So selfish.

Don't you owe me something, too?

[rhymeorreason]

Maybe I do, but that doesn't mean I can just let you Scrap whoever you want!

[desiroba]

Like I said: selfish.

[rhymeorreason]

And acting on your own isn't? At least I'm trying to protect my friends.

[desiroba]

[A look crosses over his face, an emotion of sorts. He steps towards Aoba, eyes level with his own, near perfect mirror images.]

Thanks to you, I have no friends.

[rhymeorreason]

[ Aoba braces himself as his double approaches, fists clenched at his sides. ]

Me? What did I do?

[desiroba]

You existed.

[He reaches out and slides his fingers through Aoba's hair.]

And you made sure that I did not.

[rhymeorreason]

[ The touch is enough to make him flinch out of habit, though he ignores the urge to retreat a few paces. ]

That's not true... It wasn't my intention to stamp you out. I only wanted to keep from hurting those around me.

[desiroba]

[A chuckle, as he continues to stroke Aoba's hair, letting each strand slip through his fingers like water.]

What a sweet, naive little thing you are. I can see why everyone thinks you are so precious and need to be handled delicately.

[rhymeorreason]

[ His other self's laughter is met with narrowed eyes, and Aoba smacks the hand away. ]

Stop patronizing me, dammit! Having a conscience is hardly the same as being a child in need of coddling! I'm not some sheltered idiot.

[desiroba]

But you are a child. Young and selfish, stubborn and idealistic. I wonder what you would be like if you had lived as I had.

[He doesn't back up; in fact, he pushes in closer, until the smell of his other half wafts up to his nostrils. A sweet, delicate smell. It makes him want to do horrible, horrible things.]

[rhymeorreason]

[ This time Aoba does fall back several feet- right into wall. Ugh... Pathetic. How could he have let himself get cornered? ]

Maybe you've forgotten or you don't know, but my attitude used to be bitter like yours. What makes you think I don't understand how you feel?

[desiroba]

[He reaches out again once Aoba is nice and cornered, runs fingers through his bangs, and then grips them tightly, yanking his head back. Then, his mouth is at Aoba's ear, voice vicious and low.]

When I destroy you, then you'll know.

[rhymeorreason]

[ Distracted while he looks for an escape route, Aoba fails to dodge the hand and pays for the mistake with a burst of stars blurring his vision as his head hits the wall. He blindly attempts to shove the other off, not realizing he pained cry that escapes his lips. ]

L-let go! You already got what you wanted, didn't you?!

[desiroba]

[Oh, Aoba. That pained cry is like honey to a bee.]

Not everything.

[rhymeorreason]

[ It's amazing how two words can make his blood run cold when his face is burning. ]

...will getting rid of me help? Is that what you really want?

[desiroba]

[Such a beautiful specimen. Maybe Aoba really is the better of the two of them. Worthy if living without his other half always cloying in the back of his head.]

I didn't say I wanted to get rid of you.

[His mouth slides along Aoba's ear.]

I want to destroy you.

[rhymeorreason]

[ Without the paralyzing pain from his hair, Aoba grasps his other self's wrist. His brows furrow together, eyes sliding sideways towards him. ]

What the hell are you talking about?

[desiroba]

I think you know.

[But while his mouth is there at Aoba's ear, he'll just explain.]

I want to put myself inside you and feel your body split apart around me. I want to see and feel you bleed. I want to hear you cry and beg. I want to get inside and rip you up.

[rhymeorreason]

[ Aoba's fingers tighten and twist in another vie for freedom as he aims a knee at the other's stomach. So much for hoping he was mistaken. ]

You bastard...! That's not going to happen!

[desiroba]

[It's not exactly difficult to block someone who is your mirror. 'Desire' does just that, blocks him, using Aoba's energy against him.]

Oh, it is. And I'm going to enjoy your skin so thoroughly, Aoba~.

[That's about when his teeth sink in.]

[rhymeorreason]

[ A bite on the ear is a mere twinge after having his hair grabbed. He refuses 'Desire' the satisfaction of a verbal response by letting out a breath through clenched teeth. ]

Tch. Don't expect my body to be yours anytime soon.

[ Instead of a kick this time, Aoba brings his hand down on the other's exposed neck. ]

[desiroba]

[He takes the hit, grunting, and it makes him let go finally of his other. But it feels good. The pain is just another thing that reminds him he's alive.]

I'll get it one way or another. You know I will.

[rhymeorreason]

[ Finally freed, Aoba presses his advantage, balling his fist up in the identical jacket and shoving him back with his entire forearm. ]

Not if you're planning on hurting anyone! I'll never give you control in that case.

I hope a second Aoba isn't too much

[powerofvoice]

You can't just do anything you want.

[Aoba has control most of the time, after all. Most of the time.]

haha all the Aobas!!!!

[desiroba]

Why not?

Your milkshake brings the Aoba's to the yard

[powerofvoice]

'Cause I won't let you. I saw what happens when you take over and I'm not gonna let it happen again.

[desiroba]

Oh, Aoba~

[An amused smile.]

It's too late. In this world, I am free of you, and I can do whatever I want. There's no way you can stop me.

[powerofvoice]

[No, he's still Aoba's responsibility, rather he has his own body or not.]

I don't care. If I can't stop you the old way, I'll do it a new way. I won't let you hurt anybody.

[His own voice isn't amused.]

[desiroba]

Hhh.

[It's a breathy, amused noise.]

I hoped you would continue to be stubborn. You're so much more fun this way.

[powerofvoice]

[He's not suppose to be excited! Aoba is serious, he'd do what he had to to keep him in check.]

This isn't meant to fun! It's not a game!

...People aren't games, so stop trying to play them.