[closed]

[jurisdick]

[ if he was a betting man, he'd bet the limited funds to his name that one (1) akira kurusu was joker, leader of the ragtag phantom thieves. the same phantom thieves that threw a very poignant wrench into his plans. every day they'd grow more notorious, and every day akechi was convinced that a kid in an attic was their leader. each day, he anticipated the conversation with shido: something needs to be done. but for now, in the heat of summer among the tokyo streets, that day hadn't come.

for a little while longer, akechi could continue playing naive. he could run into akira, fish for more information, and be none the wiser. shido wouldn't know. if there a way to out the thieves early, without spilling more blood, he'd do it. after all, the calculated hits and tormenting of shadows had its time and place. he never enjoyed it - just viewed it as a means to an end. it was how he (fitfully) slept at night.

but that was neither here nor there. today, he was trying to get a troublesome vending machine to work. all he wanted was a tall glass of water and the machine just wouldn't cooperate. he had spent yen on this attempted purchase! as foolishly childish as it was, there was a certain petulant grudge brewing in his stomach. it violated his crooked sense of justice - he paid for this water and he was going to get it.

it was a million degrees and his skin was speckled with sweat and he cussed under his breath, bracing both palms against the vending machine. ]

Seriously...