get a taste in my mouth.

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Hi I haven't written anything worth reading in a million years. Let's play five facts. Kanda is first (who am I kidding; Kanda is always first).

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"I don't want to do this anymore," he whispers. He's alone in the trailer and no one can hear him, but he whispers it over and over again like a prayer. He stares at his hands, at the dried blood under his nails, and his voice gets louder and louder. He scratches helplessly at the bars of the cage until his own blood mixes with the old blood. Sobbing, he sinks into the bottom of his cage, clutching at himself. He's injured his eye earlier in the day, and the tears welling up in his right eye are stopped by the eyepatch over it.

This is when Agito is born.

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Agito doesn't like Akira particularly when they first meet; it's only after their first run, when Akira pushes ahead of him and takes them all on on his own. His attack style is different from Agito's, all power and choppy hits as opposed to gliding, darting, ripping, but Agito catches himself admiring it anyway. It's beautiful, in a simplistic, terrifying way.

"Don't steal my fucking prey!" he growls in the break room afterward.

"Haven't you ever heard the saying, Agito?" Akira has been calling after him familiarly since they first met, but Agito can't bring himself to care. "He who stands around will have his food eaten."

He grins, and Agito matches it in spite of himself. This is the first person he's ever really liked. The next night he and Akira go after a crowd of fourteen. He only allows Akira three of them.

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One night on a stakeout Agito looks over at Akira, who is half-asleep in spite of all the energy drinks he's been drinking, and realizes suddenly that for the first time since his birth he actively doesn't want to disappear.

When he wakes up in a hospital bed after the battle for the fang regalia and finds his ribs broken and his feet bare, it's only Akito's desperate pleading (please Agito, no, you promised you'd fight for me, please don't leave me alone again) that convinces him not to.

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Ikki is always in motion, so he gives the impression that he'd generate a lot of heat. The truth is that his hand is cool on Akito's head. He's like a breeze without meaning to be, a cool breath of air on Akito's face. Sometimes when Akito crawls into Ikki's bed he entwines his fingers with the other boy's, presses them to his flushed cheeks.

Normally Agito is quick to warn Akito not to attach himself to dangerous people, but at these times he's silent. There's something like a small sigh at the back of Akito's mind, one he matches instinctively.

They both know that this can't last forever. Agito worries that Akito won't be able to pull himself together when they have to leave. Akito doesn't think about it. When he sleeps, he dreams of blue skies.