[Mushverse: Ankh and Eiji, also open to other Greeed]

[catcameback]

I'm not a total jerk. Ankh asked me to tell him if I found out about any of the others coming back the way we did.

I could just call, I guess, I have a phone and I know how to use it and it would be easy enough to find the number for that crazy restaurant they live in.

But I'm restless. Lots of stuff has been happening at home lately, and I kind of feel like if I don't give myself something to do, I might go out and start a fight. With the stupid guy who kidnapped Katsumi, or that stupid pirate jerk who screwed up Joe's entire state of being, or... God, the list is endless.

But I don't want to, so I look up the address to Cous Coussier and walk there instead, toying with my Switch as I walk. Not pressing it, just sort of rolling it between my fingers, and wondering whether I should tell any of the other Greeed about it.

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[hinooo]

"I can't let others get hurt because I'm not strong enough," I say quietly. It was bad enough with Date-san and Gotou-san.But at least I knew they'd chosen their path, not been assigned to it by how they'd been created. I can let others fight, I know sometimes there are too many enemies.

But I... don't cope well with others fighting *my* fight. Taking risks that should be mine alone.

Getting hurt for me.

"I was so proud of you," I tell him, smiling though it hurts to think of it. "Furious at you, grateful for you, and so proud of you."

[redgreeed]

I click my tongue dismissively at his praise, my ears going red completely against my will. There's still a tight lump of twisted up emotions inside my chest, and I still feel shaky, uncertain, and lost.

I just can't deal with the thought of Eiji feelings guilty about my sacrifice. He shouldn't. That wasn't the point.

I kiss him, soft and slow, my hands coming up to cup his face as I settle down against him again. The knot in my chest starts to unravel, and I can feel tears coming on again. He's so... he's so stupid, and now he doesn't have OOO anymore, but he's going to keep fighting because that just the way he is.

He's going to get himself killed. And he's going to leave me. And I know, I know I did the same thing to him. I died, I left him behind literally holding the pieces, and it's only through some twist of fate that we're together again.

But I just... I can't lose him like he lost me. It's selfish, but it's honest.

I break the kiss to compose myself a little, keep my eyes mostly dry. I kiss across his cheek to his ear, my voice wavering as I whisper. "Tell me you love me again."

[hinooo]

He tchhs at me, which I could've predicted. Another thing I love about him. In the midst of all this confusion, all these big questions and difficulties, he is still wholeheartedly himself.

The red ears are new, though. And adorable. I carefully don't comment.

He kisses me gently, nestles back down against me. Crying. Hell. He's moving, though, pressing careful little kisses on my skin, then he whispers in my ear.

"I love you," I say immediately, hand coming up to the nape of his neck to gently hold him against me. "Always. Completely."