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Akutagawa stood in a small white room. He wasn't alone. He was staring at a middle aged man, somewhere in his fifties. He looked average, like any american he would see on the street. He wasn't ugly nor handsome, just... average.
Akutagawa's face twisted in disgust.
He hated people.
And the man in front of him seemed exceptionally excited to see him.
Truly disgusting.
"Oh my god, Akutagawa! God I love you." What? What was this weirdo talking about? He was sure they never met and he was even more sure he didn't have any fans. He was a wanted criminal after all. Akutagawa stayed silent, his eyes judging.
Then it happened.
"Rashomon!"
That was his voice.
He was extremely creeped out.
"Who the fuck are you?"
A wide smile.
"My name is Brian, nice to meet you!" Still his voice. It sounded weird, there are some lines that could never leave his mouth.
Or the mouth of another man with his voice.
"I'm a voice actor, and I'm actually the one who voiced you, that's why I can sound like you. Your voice is mine!" Okay... This was extremely confusing. The man claimed to be a voice actor so he probably was faking his voice to annoy him.
"Stop it."
"Stop it." Brian repeated, still sounding like him. Even the intonation matched. This was really creepy.
Akutagawa took a step back, wary of the man in front of him. He whispered a quiet command and Rashomon tendrils slipped from his back, heading for the man.
"Woah, woah, did you forget your promise to 'the weretiger'?" His voice. "You promised you wouldn't kill!" How did the man know that? This was all extremely weird, his head was starting to spin.
"OH! I have to show you something. Did you ever think about how you would die?"
"Yes..? A lot actually. I mean I am terminally ill."
"Yeah yeah, I know. But what if I told you you will die protecting 'the weretiger'?"
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah, I can show you!" Brian pulls out his phone.
"What is that?"
"It's a phone."
"No, this is a phone." Akutagawa pulls out a flip phone.
"Well it's a phone from the future. Anyway, that's not what I wanted to show you." Brian shoved the 'phone' in front of Akutagawa's face. On the screen was...
Oh my god.
What the fuck.
It was him- He was sure of it. There was blood seeping from his neck and he had a soft smile on his face. It was as if someone took a close up picture of him dying.
He was saying something.
'You damn fool. Hurry up and go."
Who was he saying this to?
Wait.
Surely not...
Brian seemed to notice the dread on his face as he used his finger to scroll down slightly. As expexted, he saw Jinko, his face showing terror as he watched Akutagawa bleed out. Again, a close up picture.
Just who took these?
"Why would you show this to me?"
"Because, shin soukoku fans. You have to know."
"What the fuck is shin soukoku?"
"Well there are three soukokus in bungou stray dogs. Zenko soukoku, Mori and Fukuzawa, regular soukoku, Dazai and Chuuya, and shin soukoku, you and Atsushi."
"So... It's for mine and Jinko's fans?"
"Well not individually. You as a pair."
"We are NOT a pair. We never wanted to be one."
"But you are. Do you know how many people write stories about you two having sex?"
"WHAT?! I WOULD NEVER... EW! RASHOMON!" Brian seemed like he would be happy to die by his hand, so he decided to grant his wish.
"OKAY. LET'S STOP THIS HERE ALRIGHT?" With a clap of my hands Rashomon was gone.
"And who the fuck are YOU?!"
"I'm the one who brought you together." I smile cheerfully. "But since you decided to resort to violence after realising your feelings for your partner, I have decided to have you two go home."
"Anything to get away from this freak... Wait WHAT?!" Before the raven could activate his ability again, I clapped again and both men disappeared.