Heaven's BBS - Text

[kokuyoyo]

From: Chikusa Kakimoto
Date: September 11th


Emotions are the worst. Can we make them stop?


[Last night was horrible. The Heaven's are horrible. Chikusa doesn't regret trying to kill Add, because he was always going to do that, but he probably shouldn't have gone after Fushimi.]

[It seems like that's all that's going to happen, but then, an hour later....]


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From: Anonymous
Date: September 11th


I'm the anonymous who asked about romance stories. I finished writing a chapter not long ago. I had a few days spare time so that's what I did with it. I posted it here. I guess I'll accept criticism.

[The underlined thing which is absolutely a link leads to some sort of blogging platform where people can join communities related to certain interests or shared hobbies. The BBS's anonymous apparently goes by the username "keiyuki", with the kanji 啓 and 行 composing it. The title of the story-in-progress is apparently "Hunting Besides the Sun".]

[....No chapter title, however. Just "Chapter 1", and then right into it.]

Casimiro did not take a step into is commanding officer's presence before he was cut off. "I don't care. Do it."

Casimiro was not good at arguing. It didn't help that most people weren't when it came to Commissioner Deacon Caputo. "I don't care" was final. Casimiro ignored it. "I want a different partner," he said. He finally closed the door behind him. What he didn't say was that he hadn't even met his new partner. He didn't want a partner at all but that was besides the fact. All he knew was the other man's name from a file that had been left on his desk.

Caputo finally looked up at him with an unimpressed look. That was one thing Casimiro and him had in common. He had heard of a phrase "to wear your heart on your sleeve". The two of them were the opposite. They weren't very much alike in any other areas physically or in personality besides sharing the same kind of dark hair. Caputo's hair was styled in a way that framed his face pointedly. His eyes eyes were bright. "Stop wasting my time," he said with his hands pressed against the desk. "You're the only one available and capable. You can quit if you don't like it."

[The rest of the chapter is more or less the same. The main character seems to be named Casimiro Falco, a police officer in Italy Through the chapter, it's revealed that his previous partner was injured too badly to ever return to the same duties as before, and thus Casimiro has been assigned a partner who is new to the job: Elio Adesso. Both of them are part of a very particular unit within the police force that is teasingly called the "Giallo".]

[Also did you want to learn a lot about the inner workings of the various police groups of Italy? Because you are getting so much of that. Someone tell "keiyuki" that it's not necessary. Please. Not to this extent.]

[Along with that, the rest of the writing is fairly cut and dry as well. It's like a middle schooler's first creative writing assignment. Complex sentences? Indepth descriptions? Nah. The only time the author seems to get worked up is when Casimiro meets Elio for the very first time, prompting this: ]

Casimiro's eyes swept over Elio Adesso's form and he immediately wanted to die.

He wasn't ugly. Probably. He was simply disgusting. He looked worse the longer Casimiro looked at him. The proud uniform Casimiro himself wore was a wrinkled and stained mess on Elio. How was a mystery to the more experienced cop. Didn't the other man only get his uniform today? Yet there was a new stain every time Casimiro looked. Dirt clung to the cuffs of his pants along with who knew what other kind of filth. Wrinkles dominated the front of his jacket. It was frankly a miracle that his tie was still around his neck. And that was just Elio's clothing.

It was only the presence of the uniform that gave any sort of guarantee that the blond man in front of him belonged in a police station without handcuffs around his wrists. Casimiro was still willing to bet on a chance that it was all just stolen. It fit the blond's demeanor. Something about him was scruffy down from his hair into his bones. At least his hair wasn't scruffy right in that moment although Casimiro wasn't sure if that was better or worse. Someone had clearly slapped their hand full of hair gel and swept Elio's hair back once and only once. That "someone" was probably Elio himself if the stain on the thigh of his pants leg was any indication. The result was that his hair stuck up in odd spikes all along the back. It was ludicrous although at least it left his face clear. Various small scars decorated his lips and the areas around them. His ears shared the same trait. The scars warped strangely when Elio smiled. That too was disgusting. All of Elio's breakfast habits for the past month could be seen in the bared canines.

Casimiro had read once that many species bared their teeth as a sign of aggression. He could see why in that moment although not for the practical reasons. There was simply no other reaction that could be had for someone who apparently didn't brush their teeth.

There was only one part of Elio Adresso that didn't make Casimiro want to drown him immediately in the nearest body of water. That was his eyes. A lot of people had brown eyes. Casimiro would have guessed most did. Yet Elio's eyes burned warm in a way that he wasn't used to. It was strange for Casimiro to say but they had a light to them.

Any charitable thought he had vanished when Elio grasped his hand and he got a good close look at the various bits of blood and dirt that were gathered beneath Elio's fingernails. A shudder went up his spine.


[ooc: Since I love myself, I won't be writing out the whole chapters for Chikusa's little project. Thus, feel free to input little details into the story if you want, whether critique on Chikusa's writing or a minor scene that's happened. All the major stuff I'll be covering in my brief summaries. If you're worried about overstepping boundaries, feel free to hit me up on PM or at my plurk.]

[ALSO let me know if you're replying to Chikusa's first post, or "Anonymous'" post!]

Comments

[blizzardrock]

[Gh...! Give him a second to think of a new one...]

It doesn't have to be flan. I haven't eaten yet...

[And they're not finished with this conversation. But since they're speaking of happiness, everyone has a favorite food, right?]

What do you like to eat?

[kokuyoyo]

Food.

[what do you mean that's the smart ass answer-]

Fish, I guess. Anything with a savory flavor.

[blizzardrock]

[commence pro 2-minute internet search]

Then this one.

[He sends another address.]

OK?

[kokuyoyo]

Are you always this full of energy after meet ups like this?

[blizzardrock]

Not that place either, then?

[But as for the actual question—]

Better than the alternative, isn't it?

[Well, he'd actually spent most of his night outdoors. He may be running on the kind of energy that comes after a night of little sleep.]

Do you not want to see anyone right now?

[kokuyoyo]

I've never been.

People are exhausting.

[So, in short: yeah, no. No people right now.]

[blizzardrock]

Ah, those kinds of emotions. [That's anger and exhaustion...]

[Not being face-to-face would make it harder for Fubuki, being unable to read body language like this, but it was always his own preference, anyway.]

Emotions can be hard to handle, but I don't think cutting them off is the answer, either.

Even if they are overwhelming at times. Even if there are things that are too painful to face.

It wasn't all bad, right? You seemed pretty into investigating that basement. [He actually has no idea if Chikusa really was into it, but that was his impression of him at the time.]

[kokuyoyo]

What does that mean?

[This is him regularly, Fubuki, even when he doesn't almost commit murder.]

[The reminder of the basement earns another very long pause inbetween responses, enough that Fubuki would be forgiven if he thought that Chikusa has long since fucked off. But eventually...]

That also wasn't good.

[blizzardrock]

I mean exactly what I said! [...Helpful......]

What happened yesterday?

[He hadn't wanted to come right out and ask it, since, if someone wants to not emotion anymore, they probably don't want to talk about it... But Chikusa did eventually answer the other thing after a pause, so it might work?]

[kokuyoyo]

A lot of things. I'm surprised you didn't notice the murder attempt.

[blizzardrock]

[He was asking what happened to you, Chikusa—wait. Wait.]

Say I didn't. What happened?

[kokuyoyo]

Someone got in my way while I was trying to do something, and I realized it was a person I hate.

So I tried to kill him. It sort worked.

[blizzardrock]

[...Turns out, it's probably a good thing they're not face-to-face.]

That probably would be an unpleasant feeling.

Do you do that often?

[kokuyoyo]

[Probably a good thing.]

You'll have to be more specific.

[blizzardrock]

[...Is it worrying that specificity is necessary? That implies that was more than one thing, and more than one answer...]

[But he does re-ask his original question (instead of the others that popped up afterward)—]

Do you want to kill people often?

[kokuyoyo]

I want them to go away often.

[blizzardrock]

That's not what I asked.

[There's a pause.]

Don't try to kill people, Chikusa. If you get the urge, call me. I'll stop you.

[He doesn't really believe Chikusa will actually call him, much less even agree to it. But after feeling so powerless through most of last night, he can't not say something.]

[kokuyoyo]

The person I was trying to kill last night deserves to be dead.

[Yeah, that's. Sure not reassuring.]

[blizzardrock]

[...Welp.]

Be that as it may, don't kill.

[A pause.]

It wasn't pleasant, right? That feeling.

[kokuyoyo]

If I don't kill him, he'll come after us again.

I won't let that happen.

[Not to Ken. Not again.]

It wasn't the worse but I didn't like it.

[blizzardrock]

[...That changes things.]

You could have mentioned that before.

Who was it?

[kokuyoyo]

What will you do if you know?

[blizzardrock]

I'm not sure.

[A pause.]

But I don't like people who'd hurt the ones I care about, either. [At least, he assumes that's what Chikusa's "we" was about.]

I'd be careful, I guess. How far did you go?

[kokuyoyo]

Technically, I guess he died.

[But only technically. Fucker.]

[blizzardrock]

What do you mean by 'technically'?

[Because the only "technical" death that's popping into his head right now is shinki, and that...doesn't count as something a shinki can do to another shinki. (If there's a way for a shinki to kill a god, he doesn't know about it, considering gods can name shinki against their will—which, to his mind, is insurance against being killed by one, considering how the vessel form works). But maybe his mind just links death to shinki all too easily in general.]

What did you do?