say you'll resurrect me as a young deepfake

[flightpen]

It's been an okay day. Ren hasn't had to be around many people, which has been the main high point. He's trying not to think about what that says about (what he did) everything.

But there have been other good things. His friends have been having the same conversation as each other in the group chat, instead of saying disconnected nonsense. And Ren finally dared to think, This reality is a twisted wasteland, and it's only going to get worse, and he didn't lose time or anything. He was just allowed to think it and remember that he thought it. So that's good to know.

Right now he's behind the counter of Leblanc, apron on, practicing making coffee with a less popular type of bean. Maruki knew better than to make him an instant expert. Maruki also hasn't seen fit to give Leblanc more business, but Ren likes it that way.

(He also tries not to think about how that might be why Sojiro doesn't get more customers in a so-called perfect world. Because Ren, God's favorite, doesn't want them here. None of that right now. He's making coffee.)

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[pheasantboy]

And he doesn't expect to be asked. A little sound escapes him—not a laugh, nor really a gasp; it's like being asked about the moon. "What a strange question."

But he touches his chin, really thinking about it. As if he should have to think about it. "You all went to the shrine for hatsumode. I couldn't make it; you know why." He'd still been in lockup that morning, not that he remembers. "But I met you the next morning. You remember, right? We met Yoshizawa-san."

All the pieces, and none of the puzzle.

[flightpen]

"Why didn't you come with us for hatsumode? Just humor me."

He doesn't even know where he's going with this. It's not like Akechi is going to be broken out of his actualization if Ren asks the right questions. That was only possible before.

...right?

[pheasantboy]

His answer is immediate; he looks curious, like it's a game. It is a game, right? Yet Ren seems so strange....

"Sae needed me that day. For her case against Shido." His soft amusement never flickers. I'm going to cast him into a living hell. "He confessed, but his confession still needs to be evidenced. I say ‘needs’." Since, as far as Akechi knows, he's still working on it.

"Do I get a question soon?" He laughs, like a little glass bell.

[flightpen]

Whatever Akechi remembers, he didn't say that like someone who helped by getting arrested and interrogated. But maybe that's how Akechi would talk about that ordeal now. Light tone, jokey followup.

"Keep track of how many questions I ask, and you can have that many afterward. What were you doing to help Sae?"

[pheasantboy]

"Very well." He starts keeping count, in his head. Rather than object to the questions, he just answers.

"Well, that's why she kept me on, for the confession and the case more widely. Since I was there, yes? And because she respects my investigative skills, and all of that.

"That day in particular was urgent because the initial report for the District Court was brought forward to that week. No rest for the wicked. The top-level summary for the judge needed to be signed off on the 1st."

There is absolutely no delay. Down in Mementos, his Shadow—for such it now is—lies frozen, wide-eyed and unblinking, pierced by half-a-dozen tentacles.

[flightpen]

Ren bites his lip for a moment—an old habit, recently rediscovered—then lets it go. Regardless of whether Akechi remembers doing specific tasks on the 1st or not, it's obvious something has been put in place as a substitute for his detainment. Which is probably true of anything Maruki doesn't want Akechi to remember.

So Ren presses a little harder. "What were we working on in January? You and me and... our friends?"

[pheasantboy]

"Nothing in particular." It's absolutely light and easy; he doesn't notice the hesitation.

"I didn't see as much of you all as I wanted, that month—I was busy with Sae, obviously, and with my schoolwork after all the time I missed last year. But we managed to meet a few times—mostly here, though I even snuck into Shujin once. That was fun."

Again, the tinkling little laugh—but then he frowns. "Ren, what is all this about? Have you forgotten? Is that why you seem so down, all of a sudden?"

[flightpen]

"No, I remember."

It's quieter than he means it to be. If he's the only one who remembers when everyone else in the world believes a lie, how much does the truth even matter?

Shit like that is what really makes him think he's going insane.

He wishes Akechi had spent more time with them in January.

He rolls the dice. "We were trying to stop Maruki, remember? He'd taken over Mementos, and the rest of the world was next."

He can't feel his fingertips. That's weird.

[pheasantboy]

... and absolutely nothing happens. There's no recognition in his face at all. He just leans in, perturbed and worried, as if something buried in his spine is pushing him forward.

"I see..." Is it possible Ren has actually lost his mind? No, surely not. "And what else happened, Ren? Can you tell me?"

He thinks if anything happened to Ren, he would die. It hurts even to see him in pain, in a dull kind of way; he has to put it right.

[flightpen]

Ren stares bleakly at Akechi.

Then his gaze slips past him, and he points over Akechi's shoulder. "Holy shit. What's that?"

He's a pretty good actor even now.

[pheasantboy]

... and, just as Ren knew he would, Akechi spins in his seat, perfectly trusting, the awkward conversation slipping from his mind. "What?"

There's nothing there, of course. But he's still curious, sometimes; still the investigator. He gets up from his seat, and goes to the door to look outside.

When he sees nothing, he opens the Leblanc door, with a chime of the bell, and steps outside. He's left his case; he'll be back.

[flightpen]

Ren takes the moment of reprieve to bury his head in his hands. His glasses slide up his face as he closes his eyes and breathes.

It's fine. It's nothing he didn't already know. Akechi would be dead otherwise.

Then he sets his shoulders, stands up, and goes to pour half the coffee into another cup. It hasn't been sitting there for long; it should still be at a good drinking temperature. Of course, that assumes Akechi doesn't get distracted by a butterfly and wander off.

[pheasantboy]

But when he comes back in, he's smiling, utterly distracted; he takes his original seat. "Well, I don't know what you saw, but look what I found."

And he sets it in place on the counter: a small white china vase, with a cluster of freshly-cut forget-me-nots in it. He thinks it's the most charming thing he's ever seen.

[flightpen]

Ren just... stares at them for a moment.

"Yeah. It's pretty. Give me a sec, okay? I need to get something." And he ducks into Leblanc's tiny pantry and closes the door behind him.

"If those are from you and you're trying to—send me a message," he hisses at thin air, "you have a lot of fucking nerve. You don't want me to make him forget shit, you go first."

Nothing happens. He doesn't know if Maruki hears him when he does this. He doesn't even know if Maruki gave Akechi the flowers. Maybe it's just Ren imposing meaning onto a random bouquet because he feels guilty.

How long is it going to take him to go absolutely raving mad like this?

He grabs a box of cookies. When he emerges, he sets them on the counter next to the coffee cups.

[pheasantboy]

Akechi, of course, has absolutely no idea anything happened. When Ren returns with the cookies, he brushes a gloved finger against one of the blue flowers, with a pleased little smile.

"Goodness. Raiding Boss's supplies again." He'll take a cookie, though, if Ren opens the box.

[flightpen]

Ren does open the box, and slide it across to Akechi as well. He keeps the counter between them as he picks up his coffee cup and takes a sip.

A rich flavor, but mild. Chocolatey, almost. Ren almost prepared it right, but his timing with the pours was maybe a little slow. It's still pleasant, though. Not too intense to drink.

Is it bad that coffee can still make him feel better...? Either way, he's not going to turn it down.

[pheasantboy]

Akechi takes a sip too, and pulls off his right glove to rest a cookie on his saucer. "This is very good." He takes another sip, thinking about it.

"Should it be a little weaker than this? Or did you nail it?"

[flightpen]

Ren's eyes linger on the glove.

"Yeah. I'll pour faster next time."

He doesn't want to hear Akechi talk about work, or about his day. There's no question he can ask that's good, really, so he just goes with the fairly safe, "Been reading anything good?"

[pheasantboy]

He's just launching into a spiel about it—something nonsensical and interminable-sounding about the law regarding voluntary imprisonment—when he glances up and see's Ren's face. Again, he hesitates, his stream of words cut off. Wasn't there something before...?

"Ren..." It's very careful. "Are you sure you're all right? You don't look well."

He has probably said the same thing before, a dozen times.

[flightpen]

Ren stares down into his cup.

"I think I'm going insane, actually. Or if not yet, then soon. I just wanted to help that woman, you know? Back home. That's all I..."

His own face looks back up at him, reflected in the coffee. Turns out he doesn't feel any better after all for having said all that.

[pheasantboy]

"Hey." It's very soft. Akechi reaches for Ren's hand, with the hand without its glove.

[flightpen]

Ren doesn't pull away, but he swallows as their hands touch. "Sorry."

What was even the point of saying that? He's just worried Akechi.

[pheasantboy]

But he's not worried. He just wants to help. His thumb strokes the side of Ren's hand, almost absently. "See? There's nothing to worry about. Everything's fine."

Unfortunately, then he keeps talking. "What woman was that?"

[flightpen]

...Ren's stomach twists. It's selfish to try to use Akechi for his own comfort. He chose this existence for Akechi; the least he can do is try to make it as good for him as he can.

"No one. She's fine now." That much is definitely true, anyway. "You were telling me about your book."

[pheasantboy]

"Was I?" And he squeezes Ren's hand. "Something tells me it's not that important. You look as if all your wet weekends came at once."

But he doesn't ask about the woman again. He seems worried, the way a sad story might worry you as you scroll past it online. "What is it? Did you argue with Boss? With Morgana or Futaba-chan?"