Yes, I feel the same way. There seem to be plenty of people interested in taking it on, and just as many willing to publicly share their results. It will make for a good source of information, so we can make our own educated decisions on a future occasion.
Ah, you are correct about that, though-- it does make sense, from a social experiment point of view. But speaking of which, I'm sure you must have noticed some color has been restored after that particular incident? Even some taste, as well.
Yes, I noticed. I doubt it's a coincidence; our hard work somehow resulted in color returning to the world. Of course, one instance doesn't make a pattern, so we can't jump to conclusions just yet.
This does open up the possibility that our reason for being here is to bring color back, though.
[ In all honesty, Akechi has just barely woken up to the realization that his color was back - not only that, but his feelings, too. And boy, did he have a lot of them. He was angry at this place, the shadows, and at himself for having been so weak, confused as to why that guy had been his weakness, and quite frankly still reeling in from the aftereffects of having essentially functioned on autopilot for the last three days or so - had it really only been three days?
He was overwhelmed, too, by how many people had shown him seemingly disinterested kindness since his downfall; Lupin was just one of them. He doesn't get, can't process it or even figure out what to make of it. But it seems he can't stay holed up in room trying to think this through anymore, huh? ]
Good morning, Lupin-san. [ He offers, slowly slipping back into his pleasant persona, his crutch. ] It... seems I am back to normal, yes. I'm just as surprised as you are.
Oh, I don't mind it. If anything, I appreciate it. People my own age don't usually approach me like this, so it's not often I get the chance to have an actual discussion with a peer. This feels more natural, somehow.
[ Even if he still doesn't get why this guy would be worried about him, to begin with. Protags confuse him, man. ]
Just this morning, actually. When I woke up, my color had been fully restored, as though it had never been gone at all. I was very surprised.
[ The fact that he could even get surprised was, in and of itself, surprising. The last few days have been mostly an apathetic haze, like he'd been living on autopilot, no drive whatsoever.
In hindsight, it made him feel powerless. ]
Ah, but please, don't blame yourself! You had a valuable idea for the sake of the town, and I signed up for it on my own accord, fully aware of the risks.
Of course, but that's all the more reason for us to keep a close eye on any more occurrences. If we can figure out a pattern, we might get closer to the truth.
Also, that is one hypothesis I had been working with from the moment we arrived. The fact that we were the only ones able to keep any color, the hexadecimal codes... And now some color has been restored, seemingly due to our combined efforts. But there has to be a method behind this, don't you agree?
[ Way to go, idiot, waste your lock picks on a door. If they ever come across any treasure, they'll be screwed out of luck!
Akechi does pick up on a sound, though once again, he doesn't bother to get up from his bed to go check it out. The door to his room, at least, is wide open, left like this by whoever came in to fuss all over him last - Lupin, Caramia, he doesn't remember - but that means he can at least spot a figure freely roaming about his house, and once he gets a little closer-- ]
Kurusu-kun. [ He calls out, just barely above a whisper. ] I'm over here.
[ How very troublesome! But that's okay, that's how we do ranking up in this household. ]
Because of my job. I have made a few TV appearances to discuss my latest cases, and for some reason that seems to have earned me some popularity. As a result, I have become something of a local celebrity... I suppose most people find that intimidating.
[Oh... huh. That's... interesting. He hadn't realized, but--]
It's impressive that you've been able to do something like that, but... it sounds kind of lonely that people don't want to approach you because of that.
[Hmmmm... what can he do about it? Nothing but--]
I'll keep being that way with you, then. Sorry if it ends up being troublesome, but that's what I've decided on.
[Surely, dealing with a nagging pest is better than dealing with loneliness.]
[Calm down, he can just make more! He doesn't even have a cat here to tell him to go to bed.
Akira walks the house cautiously, ready to explain himself to Lupin if he's caught, so he hears the sound easily, even as quiet as he is.
He approaches, looking over Akechi in the bed. It's a surreal sight, seeing someone he knows devoid of color, a grayscale shape amid more grayscale sheets. If he hadn't spoken, he never would have seen him.
It should probably make him feel... something. Something, but he doesn't remember what that thing is or what it feels like. Instead, he just feels... a bit tired.]
...Guren told me you weren't feeling well. [An understatement, and also not exactly what Guren told him.]
[ Lonely, huh? Well, he can't deny that. All that attention, the praise, even the love from his fans, it's all a lie. They would never love him, if they knew the truth about him.
But this guy seems to have picked up on it so quickly, and over text, too? What is up with him...? ]
Keep being that way? You mean... standing up to me?
[ Not feeling well? Much on the contrary. He doesn't have to feel angry, rejected, like he doesn't belong anywhere, a waste of resources with no inherent value to anyone; he doesn't even feel like he has to present himself as someone he's not, a nice and perfectly pleasant boy just to earn some minimal attention. He feels absolutely empty, devoid of color and heart.
And he finds it liberating. ]
I feel fine. [ It's a simple, honest truth, because he can't even be bothered to lie, in the first place. ] If that's all you wanted, you may leave now.
[ Because as much as he can feel nothing, he still doesn't want to deal with this guy in particular. Not right now. ]
[Akira makes absolutely no move to leave. He doesn't give any visible reaction to that, actually. He just reaches up and plays with his bangs.]
You're lying in bed, in the middle of the day.
[Not to mention the color, and, according to Guren, the lack of emotions. Akechi certainly seems... cold, and distant, and it reminds Akira most of the way he seemed before accepting his fate.]
[ Which is... also not a lie, since he doesn't feel like doing much of anything at all. But if only so to prove a point, he at least hoists himself up to a sitting position, still not leaving the small comfort of his bed. ]
I have eaten enough. [ Which is not saying a lot, considering this is the kid who would sometimes have an apple for lunch even when he was himself, so maybe take that information with a grain of salt. ] Lupin-san often brings me something to eat. Others have, as well.
[ he sets the rations aside (it's not much more than bland vegetable stew, considering what he has to work with) and quickly moves to Akechi, clapping his hands on his shoulders and staring into his eyes quite seriously for a solid few seconds. Looking for signs of life - or confirming them, really. Then, he sighs, tension easing out of him as his head droops and he releases his roommate once more. ]
Geez... You really know how to freak a guy out. I'm not a doctor, you know? For all I knew, you were done for. What the hell happened to you?
[ Yes, of course. Just like Akechi, two perfectly normal highschoolers. ]
That... sounds a little bit like a mother hen, actually.
[ But, hm. Treating him like a normal person, huh? The only place where he can usually feel like this is Leblanc, and he obviously doesn't currently have access to that, so... ]
But I would like that. I suppose it would be quite the next experience for me.
[ Akechi stays still as Lupin fusses over him, a little taken aback by all the sudden physical contact-- maybe he should be getting more used to it by now, but it's hard to erase a lifetime of isolation in just a few weeks. ]
I... apologize for troubling you. [ He finally offers, a small bow of his head following up. Finding the right words is still troublesome, his mind still in a light haze, but he figures worrying would have been too much of an assumption. ]
As for what happened to me-- [ He takes a short pause, cringes at the memory - and for once, it's not all an act. He doesn't really want to remember how weak he was. ] --You could say I had a... very unfortunate encounter in the woods. I was unharmed, and I don't think my health was in any kind of danger, but...
[ He trails off, trying to fish for the right words. Did Guren tell Lupin anything about it? Otherwise, how do you just spring the news that you faced a demon on your roommate? ]
[That is good. Akira doesn't have much food to offer, certainly nothing hot, so he's glad someone has been trying to feed Akechi.
He wants to ask Akechi about the woods, because he's curious more than anything right now. But he isn't sure he should while Akechi is in this condition. On one hand, he might get honest answers if Akechi doesn't care enough to lie. On the other hand... that feels out of bounds, even for a heart-changing Phantom Thief.
He'd rather hear this how Akechi wants him to hear it, as backwards as that seems.]
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