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Of course, I did. You didn't deserve to die so you should be avenged. That is how it works.

[ When he speaks, his jaw makes a popping sound. His words slur but his tone of voice remains cheerful.

He couldn't kill Rohan because it was an uneven kill. Rohan was leveling and balancing out a wrong to a friend in Morioh, so he came to understand. Mitsuhide understands that if someone from the warring age, from his world, was to come that grudges against him will have to be answered.

It would be fair and understandable, and he wouldn't expect others to be troubled by it. Though, he still feels Rohan went too far, too far. Too far. It is kicking a nest and bringing up old grudges that would cause Kira trouble.

He sighs, black blood dripping out of his mouth. His eye widens and ears lift at the offering. Fix him? His tail wags frantically as he lurches forward, favoring one side over the other. ]

I am being spoiled. How nice. Though, suffering-- yes, yes, we will talk on it. [ He starts laughing nervously, finally able to let go of Kira's arm. Mitsuhide points up toward Killer Queen. ] Can I hold onto this one as we go? Is that all right?

[Kira brushes off his arm as Mitsuhide lets go of him, thank goodness.] Ah that's right. Susan didn't smash my head in so badly that I forgot how you function. Well, if you'd like to stay in pain that's fine. How about a cup of tea then, it's long overdue. I did promise you one, on that note I left on your box. Goodness, you must have just gotten that.

[Mitsuhide was in jail when his café opened... that feels like so long ago.]

And you may. He won't hurt you... [Probably.

It hasn't been so long that he's going to start impulsively blowing up people. It also on a timer and not as strong as it used to be, which is a shame but he's not about to complain about it.]

Out of curiosity... are you in any trouble, aside from being physically injured? Susan has a quite a few nasty friends. I'm sure they'll come for you. [The café is basically just across the street and it shouldn't take more than a few moments to get over to it but he'd rather keep this grim conversation outside.] Is there anyone I should be on the lookout for? If you killed her for me naturally we're tied together in this mess that's been made.

I just don't want my head smashed in again while I'm trying to make a cake. It's most unpleasant.

It's enjoyable to live each second uncertain if you're going to fall apart. [ He smiles in contentment, wheezing out a breath. His tail gives a happy little wag. ] I did just get it! I went to have that cup of tea, but you were sleeping. I thought it would be funny to chew on your hands to wake you up. [ Immediately, he lifts his hands up in surrender as he steps back -- almost pressing his back against the wall, giggling nervously. ] But I didn't, I really didn't. Your hands were absolutely fine when you woke up, right? Right? I didn't do anything!

[ His tone turns extraordinarily apologetic, because he realizes that the joke may be in poor taste. He feels his ears press down and against the sides of his head in an attempt to look even more sorry. ] Ah, I'm happy, I'm happy. [ With a hesitant step-slide away from the wall he has pressed himself against, he cowers behind Killer Queen. His antler pokes out behind the Stand before he peeks around at the question the shoulder. ]

I don't know Susan's friends. I don't know what they look like so I can't answer that. No, no, this is my fault and you're not at all involved in it! Not at all! [ He continues clinging and hiding behind the Stand; his tail gives small wags. ] I wouldn't do anything to cause you trouble. [ And he giggles after his words, muffling the laughter against the Stand. ]

That's right. That's why I killed her, too. An afterthought, but a good one! You would kill her when you came back, too, right? But I did so and so they'll just be mad at me! [ Another happy wag of his tail.

And weakly: ] I apologize about my joke about chewing on your hands, again.

[Good grief Mitsuhide... He checks his hands just to be sure but they're still pink and clawed and unpleasant as they ever were. Maybe chewing them would have bee- No. There's no need to think such drastic and insane thoughts.

Killer Queen meanwhile pets the top of Mitsuhide's head, since it's there. Occasionally poking at the ears or the antlers, whatever strikes the stand's attention in the current moment.

I understand your logic... and I'd rather they didn't continue to focus on me. It's troublesome. But I know one of her friends... A loud mouth little girl that's close to Kishibe Rohan. Chie... Yes, Susan confirmed how important she is.

We should kill her sometime... [He will kill her, oh, absolutely.] I appreciate what you've done all the same. It keeps eyes off me which is something I always desire despite the spotlights I continue to force on myself. Having someone willing to shield me on occasion is quite nice.

We'll eradicate them all eventually. There is a time and place for everything.

[The chime to the café rings pleasantly as Kira holds the door open for his battered deer friend.] But onto topics of more pleasant things. Tell me how long you've been out of prison and what have you been doing other than killing my enemies?

[ He reaches up to lightly poke Killer Queen on the face. Giggling to himself, he wonders what color of blood this one has. What sort of shade does its insides take? Really, the kind treatment that he is being given as he's cowering from Kira -- and possibly upsetting him -- makes him want to show his appreciation through evisceration.

His eyes widen as he reminds himself -- ah, this is the kitty that Kira has been working really hard to acquire. Attempting to kill would probably end real badly for him! And he really shouldn't attempt to ruin something that has made Kira so happy! His tail gives a little wag as he looks at the arm. Black blood and drool slips down his chin.

Huh!

Mitsuhide peeks around again, realizing that Kira's not actually mad at him. ]

That girl that said a lot of mean things to you, right? Ah, I guess Susan said a lot of mean things to you, too. Not to worry. Not to worry. I'll happily kill her because she seems like the sort that can be bled into understanding. Life should be lived with a smile and she's making herself frown for no reason! [ He starts laughing before looking away. ] I like doing it more than on occasion, though.

[ Finally letting go of Killer Queen, he shambles into the café. His giggling carries on as he is happy to finally talk to Kira after so long. Dreams are nice, but dreams are just dreams, aren't they? ] How long? A month? Yes, a month. A young harpy came and said that he wanted to be responsible for me. The governor before he left said that it'd be fine... but it's mostly because I feel that one wanted to get me out of his hair! [ Another burst of laughter as he grabs onto one of the chairs so that he can sit down. Ow, ow, ow. ]

I think he believed that I'd cause trouble again and that the cell would be waiting for me. I think he wanted to prove to everyone that I wasn't someone that should ever be let free. Joke's on him! [ He opens his hands. ] I absolutely agree that assessment of me, but because I feel gratitude to someone who saved me... I'm being a pretty good tamed pet these days! Cooking, cleaning, finally having someone to give all my focused attention to without them feeling suffocated by it!

But I think that's because that harpy doesn't know what it's like to be cared for and so mistakes all my attention as positive. I can't say that it's all positive to be mothered as much as one is by me. [ His entire body shudders before he rests his head down on the table. ] And, and... I have been very happy to know that you're okay. Yes, very happy.

[Kira hums thoughtfully at Mitsuhide's words.] I think you should wait till you're in a bit better shape before killing Chie. But I would certainly try for it at a slightly later date. It would make me quite happy if she was dead.

[A month though. So that would be just after the dreamscapes. Hm. And did he hear that right? That unpleasant man is gone? Lucky him.] So you finally have someone to dote on? That must make you quite happy. That's all you wanted when I lived there and neither I nor Katsuie would let you. Do you not live in the bar anymore then? You must live here with your feathered Harpy friend. Bavan, in my opinion, is much nicer than Vandare. I think you'll like it here. [And maybe Katsuie will rot away in the basement of the bar, or at least sulk in there long enough that mold encases him and he's stuck there for an eternity, like an actual real gargoyle. Ah~ A man can dream... a man can dream...

Kira lets Mitsuhide take his seat while he goes behind the counter to fix up some drinks. It's just some regular coffee nothing too special, well, the foam cats are a nice touch. With very carefully placed chocolate sauce eyes. It takes a skilled hand to make his drinks look so nice, and he of course has the most skilled hands~]

Do you take cream or sugar with your tea coffee? [Windigos eat here, they do all the time, he just doesn't know what Mitsuhide likes. After all that time living together he didn't learn the basic things about his friend... Woops.]

[ Lifting his arm up, face still pressed against the surface of the table, he points toward the ceiling. ] I agree with this decision, but also disagree with this decision. If Chie wishes to kill me, I shall meet her in any shape. Only fair, only fair.

[ His arm slaps back down. ] It makes me very happy! Very happy, indeed. I thought for certain that Katsuie would enjoy a Mitsuhide that tried to do everything for him. He never warmed up to me and had others tell me to leave him alone~! I thought of killing him and having him understand my change in nature through coating the inside of the bar with his entrails. [ A soft cough that could have been a laugh. ] But Katsuie is Lord Nobunaga's! I cannot pass judgement without his approval.

So, indeed, I live with my precious little harpy. We're a few hours away from Bavan. He doesn't like people much and likes to seclude himself. [ His arm lifts up as he waves it about in a circle. It once more makes a loud smacking sound as it hits the surface of the table. ]

Come visit us, if you please. His name is Shootie and he is a good boy. [ His tail makes soft thump-thump sounds against the chair before turning his head about to look where Kira is. ] Cream, if you please, if you please. I love it. It's turning the black a different color and letting it pretend that it is white. But on the inside, it's still black and rotten. Just covers up the bitter taste so people can drink it.

[ A beat. He lightly slaps his hand against the table. ]

Kira, Kira! Listen to this, if you please. There was a nasty impostor in your head. He took your Killer Queen and I tried to get him back for you. I'm really sorry, Kira. I wasn't able to kill that person for you. I wasn't able to rip that person out of your head so that you could live happily in your thoughts. [ He rubs his face against the table. ]

I wanted to killed them. I wanted to kill them...! I was going to turn their white suit red. I was going to feed them their insides for being in your head where they shouldn't be. [ It is a month old apology but it's an apology that he still wanted to give. ] I wasn't able to. I wasn't able to!

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I imagine she does... you're the one that killed someone important to her. So it's only a matter of time. It's strange... despite everything about you, you're quite an honorable warrior and soldier. Which surprises me because everything I've heard about this Nobunaga of yours would tell me otherwise...

[He sets the foaming kitty cup in front of Mitsuhide along with the creamer.] Try and keep it in your mouth, okay? [The windigo is clearly having some jaw issues... but hopefully he can keep this inside him so it's not such a mess to clean up later.]

Shootie did you say...? [The name feels familiar but he can't place it at this moment. And it's really not all that important because Mitsuhide has said something completely absurd.]

An imposter in my head? There's only me in there, Mitsuhide. [He believes he does recall some of this though. He wanted to show Mitsuhide something but it all got cut off.] What did this imposter look like?

[Kira takes a seat with his own cup of coffee and watches Mitsuhide carefully.] Was it a little boy? Or a girl perhaps? There's no one in the world that can have Killer Queen. Only me. You know that, right? A stand is special. It's part of my soul. If you attacked someone who had Killer Queen you attacked me.

I greatly thank you!

[ The comment about being an honorable soldier is met with a bemused expression as he isn't sure how to respond beyond the mildly confused look. But he does know how to respond to the cup of coffee!

His eyes shine a little looking over the cut cats made out of foam. He reach out to touch one of the heads to give it a little pet. Bringing his finger back, he tilts his head at the cup. It is almost too endearing to drink. ]

How lovely...

[ He snaps his head up hard enough that his jaw pops painfully. Wincing just a little, he would pale if it were possible but he can only look increasingly upset. ]

No. It was a man. But-but, Kira, he had different hair and a different face. You could see you in it but it wasn't right. [ Did Kira not know? Yes, yes, everything in Kira's head is part of Kira but some pieces put in there because of Rohan. ] That person had a white suit and dark eyes. He wasn't you and called out Killer Queen.

Surely, surely, someone to torment you because you were looking for Killer Queen-- [ He makes a weak gesture to the Stand in question. ] So that person had to die. They had to die! And painfully and violently and immediately. They certainly weren't you!

[Kira nods slowly listening to everything that Mitsuhide has to say. He's not upset. He's obviously fine and there are things to protect him from any unnatural behavior in the dreamscape. So it's sort of amusing though concerning if he ever somehow got that face back.]

That was me. In fact, Kishibe Rohan had never seen this appearance [He gestures towards his own face.] until I arrived here. He'd only met the man with the white and black hair. And I'll tell you what happened, because it's a story you might appreciate.

Kujo Jotaro, as you know, is a bit of detective. He managed to find a button from one of my jackets and track me down with it. I was able to cripple him with my Sheer Heart Attack but he wasn't alone. One of Josuke's friends, a small boy named Koichi had a power that rivaled my Sheer Heart Attack. So I had to make my way back and nearly kill him. Unfortunately, Kujo Jotaro woke up. And he has a very powerful stand that punches so fast it appears to stop time. My Killer Queen is not up for hand to hand combat, certainly not against a monster like Star Platinum. So, in the end all three of us are on the ground unconscious. And now, this part is unfortunate, Josuke and his friend show up. They both have stands as well. And Josuke's stand can perfectly heal someone. So now, it's four perfectly healthy stand users against me who has not been healed and still very hurt.

Unfortunate and unlucky odds... So I do the only thing I can do. I use Killer Queen to blow off my own hand and abandoned Sheer Heart Attack, leaving it to blow all four of them up while I do the only thing I can think of. I grab a man off the street and take him to the beauty salon of another stand user who can change your appearance. I have her strip that man of his face and hair and finger prints and put them on myself. And then I kill them both and escape. And thanks to Josuke who healed the hand I left behind, it came all the way back to me. Meaning not only did I have a perfect disguise but they didn't know what I looked like.

Thus, the different appearance. That man you saw had sharper and darker eyes. But we have very much the same jaw line and build. He didn't have nice Valentino suits but cheap knock offs. And his hair was darker, eventually turning white as the magic of the Cinderella stand wore off due to my new powers. But if you were to put me over that version of me you'd find no physical differences. We are the exact same person.

That man you saw was most definitely me. That's the face and form that I ended up dying in. So that's why I could turn back into him in that part of the dream.

So, Mitsuhide, from the sounds of it... it appears you tried to kill me. [Obviously not intentionally but he's going to rub it in just a little bit for fun.]

[ While Kira is telling his story, Mitsuhide dips his head down as he lifts his hand a few times to mutter very weak, "Just wait a moment." But the words themselves are so quietly spoken that it appears as though he is just moving his lips. He slouches, drops down, a little in his chair at the idea of Kira being cornered by so many people.

And at the point where Killer Queen happened to violently remove Kira's hand, his own hands lift in horror but ah, it looks like he has both hands -- and the story continues to explain why. Of course, he didn't like how the story was continuing on. Even if it meant that Kira got away, it also means that he tried to torture and kill him because the new face was seen as an impostor. ]

No ... that is ... it would appear that I did attempt to kill you. [ Weakly, he starts to giggle. His giggling intensifies before he is laughing. The popping of his jaw adds another layer to his laughter but the sound isn't the usual manic-joy but something close to hysteria. His head violently drops to allow his hair to cover his face as he continues with his hysterical laughter -- occasionally lifting up his hand to wipe about where his good -- and only -- eye actually is. ]

Kira has suffered so much and I almost killed him. [ Mitsuhide attempts to say through his laughter. But if the words aren't fully understood due to how garbled they sound, that is all right. ] Why, Kira? Why could it not be anyone else? Kira deserves much, much more nicer things... isn't that right? Isn't that right, Killer Queen? [ He makes a swiping gesture toward the Stand, whimpering and whining, before returning to his laughing. ]

[It's not really funny, he doesn't think so. He picks up his cup of coffee and gently blows on the hot contents, waiting for the other to get this bout of giggles out of his system. He's still not sure if Mitsuhide laughs because he really thinks something is funny or because he can't help but do it. Like a knee jerk reaction, sort of thing.

Killer Queen on the other hand gently pokes at Mitsuhide's antlers, finding them curious and not at all put off by this rudeness.]

I don't disagree with anything you're saying. I wholeheartedly agree. But there isn't any long lasting harm... Oh, you could say we have a similar trate. We both have a different face. Though it's not quite the same it's a bit similar, wouldn't you say?

[He takes a small sip of his drink before saying anything more.] Surprisingly... Being cornered by four stand users and cutting off my hand was not the worst thing I had to go through. I at least got out of that situation. It's been a miserable year and this one isn't shaping up to be any better.

[ Taking a deep breath in, he finally is able to stop all his laughing. A pitiful sniffle follows as he wipes his nose with the back of his hand and uses the heel of said hand to once more rub against his good -- and only -- eye. ]

It is. I still feel as though I betrayed you in attempting to killing you. I would never want to kill you with anger in my heart, Kira. If I ever wanted to murder you, it would because I wanted to save you from someone else who wanted to kill you far more violently than me. [ Somehow, this logic makes sense to him. His tail gives another wag as he looks up at Killer Queen who is poking at his antlers. ]

That isn't the worst that you had to suffer? But this year is already shaping up very well because you have Killer Queen. [ He lifts his hands to wave over the Stand, even adding a "tah-dah." Shaking his head, he decides to shake himself out of his own miserable state. Kira shouldn't be wasting his precious and valuable time cheering him up for his own mistake. ]

I want Kira to talk about what he wants to talk about! About all the nice things that he has been wanting to say but hasn't had anyone to say them to! Yes, that would be best. [ A giggle follows. ] And, and... I also remember what my favor was to you, Kira. I remember. But I wonder if I deserve a favor now... still, you said that you would listen to me, so I'll ask it! I'll ask it before I not ask it.

[ He claps his hands together. ] Would you play the violin for me?

[Despite Mitsuhide nearly taking his dream life in the dream world he's still not overly concerned about dying to the Wendigo's hand. All his threats and talk of it have sort of become something akin to white noise. "Yes yes, you want to kill me and look at all my blood. That's nice." The words don't really mean anything at this point. They're just silly things Mitsuhide likes to speak of.]

No harm done. Not to me anyway. I wonder, did being blown up by Killer Queen hurt at all? It was just a dream and a removal more than a death, but I still have to wonder.

[Ah, Mitsuhide is right though. He does have Killer Queen... but he's also died. And been sucked into a world of dreams. And slept through an entire month. So... He supposes he'll call it a wash and see what happens going forward.

Kira lifts the cup moving to take a sip, listening to the other prattle away waiting for him to reach a point of some kind. A favor? Yes, he remembers. Mitsuhide had forgotten what it was and--]

I'm sorry... did you say violin? [His eyes narrow slightly, not in anger or anything like that. But maybe a tad suspicious like. That's curious. Josuke said something similar maybe an hour or so ago. Josuke said he should play again, quickly followed by how he would "suck" if he did make an attempt.

What happened in his dreamscape to make everyone so enamored by his short span of violin playing days?

He sets his cup down gently, mulling over the thought of actually playing again. It does bring a prickling anxiety into his consciousness but nothing more than that.] I don't have a violin Mitsuhide. And I haven't played in many many years. If I did I doubt I could play it. Not just because of time but also... [He holds out a hand to show off his ugly black claws.] It'd be quite difficult, if not impossible, with my current condition.

It hurt a lot.

[ His smile widens considerably. Bringing his hands up, he holds them close and over his heart -- even though he doesn't have a heartbeat anymore, at least the gesture still work. He remembers those few seconds of tasting fire and agony. It is an instantaneous explosion but he is certain that he saw pieces of himself fly by his eyes before he was ejected from the dream. ]

It hurt a lot! You must be so proud of your kitty. Even though it was a dream, it was a real agonizing seconds before I was thrown out of your head. [ His ears lift as he looks towards Killer Queen. ] You're a good kitty. A really good kitty!

[ He makes a soft "hm" sound as he turns his head back toward Kira. His hands drop away from his chest as he returns to lightly petting the foam kitties with the tip of his finger as he talks to him. ]

Yes, I said violin. [ Another soft "mm" noise about how he doesn't have a violin. He tilts his head, like he has thought of this. ] I could ask Mana for one. A violin that a goblin could play. But you only need to play what you like. You only need to play when you want to play. So the favor would be that I could listen to you when you decide on those times.

[ His tail makes more thump-thump sounds against the chair as he wags it happily at his good idea. A long second passes before he shies away a little as he makes another sad noise just underneath his breath. ] But I don't want you to feel like you have to, Kira. I don't want to corner you so that you have to play it. That's not fun! It's not fun!

Only time that's fun is when you're cornered and have to kill your way out of the situation. [ A happy giggle follows. ]

[Well, that's lovely information to know. He doesn't know how the pain that people face when Killer Queen gets them. They're always screaming but that doesn't mean anything.

But they're in pain, apparently. That's lovely~]

I am. Killer Queen is an excellent stand who has made my life world easier and better. I imagine, despite him being powered down quite a bit, that he will continue to make my life quiet and peaceful. I am forever grateful to Mana for bringing him back into my life.

[As far as the violin goes... Kira gives a slight shake of the head.] I don't want you do that for me. And I have no need of one. It's curious that you and Josuke both asked about the violin today... but I have no intention of playing. That's something from long ago that needs to remain in the past. Dredging things like that up can only be damaging in the long term.

[ He claps his hands together, laughing. ]

What a hard worker you are, Killer Queen. [ And he takes the cup that Kira made for him to hold it up to the Stand. ] Look, if you please. Isn't it cute? Just like you! But I remember you with red-red eyes. I was a little too mad to enjoy the look of them, but I think now that they were lovely~!

[ Hm? He brings the cup finally to his lips to drink. Most of the foam ending up on his nose and cheeks. On the positive, he kept the liquid in his mouth. He looks away as he lifts his arm up to wipe off some of the foam. ] The little one told me about the violin. The child that was you. He played a beautiful song. [ He remembers the sound of it and even though nothing was screaming or bleeding, he can say that it was a beautiful melody. ]

But why would it be damaging? Is it because such music won't allow you to live peacefully and quietly? I thought so, too. It's too beautiful. It's much too beautiful. People would bother you to hear it a lot~!

Don't... Don't call either of us cute anymore Mitsuhide. [He feels like, at this point, he shouldn't have to tell Mitsuhide things like this but, here they are. It's not a big deal. Scolding the Wendigo has become something akin to second nature.

He'll be doing it for as long as he exists in this hell of a world.]

Well. I suppose that might be part of it. I did play badly at competitions for that very reason. But more importantly, it's because the violin and the child that played that instrument are things of the past. And the past must stay the past.

If I start dredging up unwanted pieces of myself that have long since been forgotten it can only spell disaster. I've perfectly put myself together and undermining all of that by trying to bring parts of me that never truly were can be detrimental to my well being.

That museum was a perfectly crafted piece of my psyche. And there was an entire room of things that should not have been remembered. That boy belongs in there. And all the things he'd done are not things worth remembering. If they were, I'd be doing them now.

Yes? Yes, yes. [ He frowns, mildly confused. Humans are so endearing that he cannot help but find them to be cute. And cats are equally endearing creatures -- ah, he wonders if he could get a few to climb on his antlers, again. So a humanoid cat that breathes and smells of death and the slaughtering fields is so endearing to him that he cannot stand it. If he could, he would be flush with excitement at being close to something that could kill him so easily.

A giggle bursts out before he once more nods that he shouldn't use the word "cute" anymore. ]

But he looked so happy to play. [ His argument for anything, really. Everyone should be basing what they do on if it is fun or not fun. Why anyone would do something not based on that criteria is a real mystery to him. ]

And you have small bursts of joy rather than always happy. So why not do something fun? If I could play an instrument, I could but all I can play is the melody known as indiscriminate slaughter. [ And he starts to laugh. ]

Besides! I remember when you had that pretty young woman cut your nails after you killed her boyfriend! That made you so happy, too. Or satisfied? I enjoyed feeling those feelings and soaking in thd horror. So let's fill up your entire day with things that are satisfying! [ He lifts his cup up before lightly clicking it against Kira's. ]

The young me you saw was not me. And yes, I imagine playing the violin at first was a great deal of fun. Thus the boy's enjoyment. And it was something we originally wanted to do. But it quickly became something unpleasant when ample amounts of pressure was placed on my shoulders.

I had to play perfectly. And I had to be shown off. Something fun became a burden. So I did badly so everyone would leave me alone. I honestly can't imagine finding any enjoyment out of it now.

[There's always a chance but he's not willing to make any kind of attempt. Even if a violin was placed in his hands he still wouldn't play.]

You saw that memory...?

[His brain was completely ransacked...] They were being very rude on the train and then insulted me as we were leaving. So... I did the only thing I could. I followed them home and murdered them. That was during a time when I had to avoid killing in order to stay hidden. I made a mistake... It was satisfying but it ended up costing me my life. That wasn't my last kill but that was my last relationship... Shinobu, not included of course.

[ He takes a second to frown. Well, he is the one that said that Kira should live his life based on what is fun and what isn't fun -- if not playing is fun, then not playing it is. Mitsuhide still really enjoyed how that innocent boy made the violin scream such a beautiful sound. But it seems he will have to hold onto that precious memory as that is all that he will get. ]

I see, I see... it is as Kira says then.

[ There still may be a brief second when he sticks out his tongue at the idea but he giggles to himself after. ] That's right! I had that memory for quite some time! It was like it was my own memory. Even though they weren't my feelings, I felt all that you felt! I first thought that maybe I did something that I wasn't supposed to do, but it was nice to feel you feeling so happy! Infectious even! Like a horrible flesh-eating disease!

I loved it! [ He felt it important to clarify that he enjoyed it a lot. Before pausing and making a very soft "hm" sound. ] Still... I'm sorry that it cost you your life. But if the events that eventually lead to our demise must happen, let us hope that they are enjoyable ones! There are those whose missteps are not so enjoyable, Kira. Not so enjoyable at all...

[ A quiet moment that he fills with a sip of the coffee. He makes a happy sound over how nice it tastes, then immediately changes subject: ]

Shinobu? Did she die as pretty as Minako? What a nice name... what a nice name... what did you do with her, then? [ A spark of excitement to hear about this one's death. ]

It is.

[Still... Mitsuhide having his memories and feeling all those intense feelings is rather concerning. But that was probably one of the better memories to hold. It was particularly gruesome and a very desperate if not somewaht depraved action on his part.

He enjoyed that blissful moment despite all the trouble and eventual death it caused.]

I do agree though. Be happy even if the next moment might be your last... or something like that, I suppose. That seems like a near impossible thing to ask for though.

[Kira takes a sip of his coffee, cutting the enjoyment of the liquid short at the mention of Shinobu.

So many people have heard this woman's name by now he forgets that Mitsuhide, of all people, does not know who she is.]

Shinobu did not die... Shinobu is my wife. [...Kira...] Sort of.

I think I also saw you kill Jotaro. But that memory is kind of fuzzy for me? I just was overjoyed to know that the people that I like are happily murdering one another.

[ He looks down at the cup and frowns that it is already half-gone. It's delicious -- he should attempt to savor it a little more, right? Small sips, then! Much, much smaller sips. ]

Everyone thinks that it is impossible to be happy all the time, but it's just stop doing what is making you unhappy and do something else. [ His ears perk up as his tail wags, swinging once more into the side of the chair. ] But Kira is much smarter than me, so you'll be able to think of a better way to do things.

[ There isn't so much of a spit-take as he freezes as he holds the cup. His mouth opens for a second as he is about to bring up all the girlfriends that Kira has but he closes his mouth. Suddenly, he's seeing him in a way different light. Kira... killed those women so that he would not kill his wife? How romantic. To do everything to keep the one that you love safe, even if it means bringing misfortune and death to others... what a wonderful husband Kira is.

Scooting his chair closer, he leans in as he holds the cup tight. ]

Is that so? Is that so? Tell me more about her, if you please.

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[Killing Jotaro... He... He never did that? He gently places a clawed finger to his lips trying to recall. The shoe store? Only Sheer Heart Attack was there for that. And he didn't kill Jotaro then.

Oh. Bites the Dust!]

It seems you have a memory that I do not. Killer Queen had a very special and complicated power regarding time. When my name was said those that heard it would be blown up by Killer Queen. Time would then rewind and then proceed and those people would automatically die with no idea to why that is. The drawback is that I do not remember the rewound time. Killer Queen does, but it's not mine anymore. I must have killed Jotaro but stopped Bites the Dust before he could die permanently.

A grave misstep on my part... Did it look good? Did you enjoy watching him fall to pieces? I can think of few more deserving of such a fate.

He pauses before taking another sip of his coffee, eyeing the wendigo scooting a tad closer. You can never be sure what Mitsuhide might do. Nothing violent, of course, but he's not really looking to be touched.]

Well... [Now you've done it Kira Yoshikage.] There's not much to say. She was a lovely woman. A redhead who could cook. She was very... hm, loving. [He cannot do this. It's just too much.] I have mislead this conversation a tad. I murdered her actual husband and took his face... and that is why, she is my wife. Though it's nothing official. But I think it's safe to say that I accidentally saved her marriage by just being there and existing. It was very strange... but not wholly unpleasant, so I decided much later.

That's... awe-inspiring, Kira. There are few in my world that can actually command time. [ But he cannot help but think that is also a strange way to do things. He supposes that because Kira isn't killing them himself but they're dying on their own, it doesn't affect his life. He lifts his chin as he makes a small sound under his breath -- yes, that must be it. ]

It did look good! His eye [ He lifts his hand to place it over his one good eye. ] was all shimmering in color. There wasn't anything that he could do but stand there. I must say that I'm disappointed in him as I would have liked to have seen him fight and struggle more! More and more and more!

[ Another giggle. ] Then the cracks of the explosion ripple through his face before it -- [ He lifts his hands to flick his fingers against his thumb to make the explosion gesture. ] It's sad you don't have the memory! I like remembering all the people I kill even if I can't remember the exact number anymore!

[ His ears lift up. ] Oh. [ Mitsuhide takes a second to process that information. His head tilts as he looks at Kira as his tail gives small wags, swinging slow like a pendulum. He feels his eyes refocus as he realizes that the face that Kira used -- the one that he reacted so badly toward -- is the face that was married. Interesting! ]

Does that mean that you were happy being married, Kira? No, content being married? You sound like you rather liked her... is that not right?

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